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Post by ashestoashes on Oct 15, 2021 18:41:57 GMT -5
ROSE-CHAN ROLEPLAYED BY ASHESTOASHES Born as the fourth child of the litter this she cat was always climbing trying to get over the others. She is a very pretty she cat with her eyes as green as sparkling gems with a fluffy grey and white pelt that is exactly like her mother Trish's. Rose has the patience of a saint which is fairly rare to find in Primal Instinct with a passion for exploring but also the tendency to being accident prone. Truth of the matter is that she is not as innocent as she seems always looking out for herself and manipulating anyone that gets in her path. It's nothing personal but she will do what she needs to in order for her to survive and be happy. If you get in her way well that is your own fault!
CHELSEA ROLEPLAYED BY WOOF Beauty divine, if beauty is red wine. An intoxicating concoction—dangerously smooth, creeping obsession—she is an aged Merlot you can't pull away from your lips. Chelsea isn't just anyone's drink. Occasionally, her piquancy is too dark, at other times too sweet. Pair her with the right circumstance and the flavors unite, an electrifying mix of humor and elegance and condemnation. She has tasted power and got drunk off the idea of it, and like an addict short of their next fix there's nothing she won't do to taste it again. Spawned from the red empress, Severine, she is fiery authority, but like her father Alistair she is cutting chill, fire and ice laced in silver robes and burnished eyes. Darkness is her legacy, passed down from mother to son to brother to child like a coveted heirloom, though Chelsea intends on making herself the final stop of possession.
OUBLIETTE ROLEPLAYED BY BIYUU | | EXTERNAL AFFAIRS With all the poise of a grown woman and the self-centeredness of a young child, Oubliette stands on the precipice of adulthood. She knows what she wants in life perhaps a little too well, and will do anything to get it, unable or unwanting to fully comprehend the more far-reaching consequences of her actions. Her conflict is one of sacrifice, forced to juggle her own desires with her duties to the league. Oubliette is outwardly charming and even affectionate when she wants to be, making friends easily and cutting them off even easier. She is manipulative in most, if not all of her relationships, and never enters into a conversation without a specific goal in mind. She knows her strengths and weaknesses, and tries to manufacture all her interactions to play to her particular skillset.
Hunter bisexual she-cat & single
I KNOW UNWANTING ISN'T A WORD. I COULDN'T THINK OF THE WORD I ACTUALLY MEANT. SO NOW IT'S A WORD OKAY
MAL-KUN ROLEPLAYED BY DELROWE Some of the most evil, tyrannical, and sadistic monsters in this world cannot be denied their incredible leadership skills. Persuasion and charisma are necessary to get hundreds to follow your word, even if that word is obviously morally wrong. Mal is a brute of a tom with fur that is too short to be considered long, but he's certainly not sleek either. His shaggy grey coat just makes his piercing blue eyes even more unnerving than his glares alone. And glare he will. He was born to a mother that didn't want him and a father that didn't know what he was doing. His two siblings are Kate and Kier. The latter a bane of his existence. He was always the self-proclaimed leader of the three as they grew up in that stuffy barn. He could easily overpower Kier and Kate only got away with more because of her silver tongue. Mal's mind works fast and his charm lends him excellent diplomacy skills. While he is selfish with his end goals, he understands that he needs others to get there and can tell any cat what they want to hear to raise himself in the social ladder. Even as he's being genuine, Mal always has a sort of sinister tone to his voice. You're never quite sure if you can trust him, but you do anyway because what he's saying and his demeanor leaves you no other choice. He relaxes his trustworthy act around his siblings. His relationship with them is...strained, but an unspoken comradery is there at times. Mal can hold his own in a scuffle but his true talent lies in his speaking. His quick wit and handsome face let him talk his way out of most problems. Speaking of handsome faces, Mal loves the she-cats. He can flirt with the best of them and has no qualms about getting what he wants and ditching them. He enjoys the chase and a small part of his brain that relishes in the evil things lights up when he breaks their hearts. There's a red flicker tucked away under the smooth-talking, big brother of a tom, that might just enjoy being the bad guy. The flicker grows with every passing moon and now that his home is Primal Instinct, there is nothing to stop him from feeding it until it consumes him.
LAERTES-CHAN RPED BY GOLDCREST || PARENTS: ESHEK & BERMONDSEY
In a world of mostly chaos, of disorder, of impulse and energy, there is Laertes, a tom who doesn't quite fit into the family he was born to but has found his way into their hearts regardless. Tall, intimidating, his large, thin-furred gray frame may be frightening, but he isn't as scary as he looks. When you get closer, you notice the almost sleepy lid to his hazel eyes, the way he trips over his own paws and refuses to squish flies even if they're annoying, because he loves the life in them. Bumbling, awkward, he tends to stumble over his words as if unconfident in them, and he isn't very good at making friends, preferring to keep by himself. Similar to Bermondsey, his father, not only in looks, but in the way they have the same deadpan face, the bluntness, the occasionally sarcasm, but Laertes shares none of his strengths. And though he is never particularly rude on purpose, Laertes makes no efforts to come across as polite. He sticks to himself, minds his business, keeps his thoughts close to his chest and his heart even closer, because it's safer, something he seems to value. Often he's seen worrying about his sisters and mother, despite the fact that they may scare him a little, because he knows how they are, how they seem to disregard themselves for a little fun. He can be snarky, susceptible to bad moods, irritable for anyone that isn't immediate family. It's almost a struggle to get to know him, he doesn't open up easily and certainly doesn't let anyone in. Growing up, he was always given exactly what he wanted — Eshek, his mother, thought her kits the most perfect of angels, and it was something Laertes had never let go of. Petty, he tends to hold grudges even over small things. One would think a tom like him would unsure of himself, unconfident, but he is quite the opposite. He simply prefers to keep it to himself. He likes having control, he likes getting his way, loves compliments and feeling superior. Princely, he pictures the throne and imagines himself sitting neatly on top. Besides that, there's a love for consistency, for safety, for planning things and sticking to schedule — some would say anxiety, he would simply say being prepared. Doting, protective, gentle, he would do anything for those he cares about. It's a rare sight to see a wide smile on his features, and usually it comes out more of a grimace than anything, but that doesn't quite mean he's as unhappy as he seems. Still the pessimist, the buzzkill of the group. He prefers to keep his secrets and his feelings to himself, always betting on the safest option, because he would rather be boring than be dead. He has a need for security, in a cowardly sort of way. He's scared of things like the dark, rivers and lakes, caves, anything that holds anything unknown, anything that would bring him closer to the thing he fears most: death. Mortality, he's realized, is terrifying, and often he tries to appreciate the little things before his time runs out.
CORDELIA-CHAN RPED BY SUNLIGHT || BERMONDSEY & ESHEK Cordelia emanates confidence and charisma- and why shouldn't she? She grew up as the eldest daughter of a proxy and the warden, and she had nothing but support and love from a young age. She's always fallen easily and naturally into the role of first born, assuming the long legs, lilted voice, and reckless adventuring of Eshek and the witty remarks and death stare of Bermondsey. Pretty in a unique way, with soft white fur, big blue eyes, and oversized ears and legs, she's relied more on her natural charm and strategy. With her outgoing personality one would assume it's easy to get into her good graces- but double crossing this she-cat could lead to more dire consequences that you'd imagine.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Jan 2, 2022 0:09:38 GMT -5
fashionably late okay xD
CHUPACABRA-CHAN (Abra) RPED BY SHADOWBLADEღ || Ad. UTA & ACCALIA (idk what else to put) Black she cat with orange eyes she is the youngest and most chaotic of the bunch. Adopted by the death proxy, raised by PI; when nothing's off limits sometimes you forget to draw the line and blurring the lines all over the place is Chupacabra, or simply Abra. You know how they say you can't tell the difference from a kit and psychopath because neither have morals? Yup. Just yup. Abandoned on PI with her siblings Jinn, Wendigo, and Siren raised with what some would call 'horror stories' had her encaptivated with the idea of the being the villainess, nay the devil in the story with demons under her paw and obeying her command with all that power and all that freedom. Even if she's not the main baddie, she's still a hellion on her own. Arba's neutral mood is resting witch face with disinterest in you or this or that, appearing apathic and tending to be rude and arrogant as she interested in anything that directly concerns or affects her. Abra is finicky cat holding little care or interest in those who cannot match her in crazy which hard to do when the checkboxes are sadistic, mutilate, and trifle with a side of occasional extensional crisis that no, - she will not talk about to anyone with. She'll have inexplicitly random mood swings as she tries to uphold her 'pretend morals' from her dearest adoptive mother that clashes very hard with her wild and violent desires. She can't help it, she adores her adoptive mother and nursing mother only they are allowed to baby her or calm her. Some kind of deep-rooted abandonment or lonely issues might be bleeding through that she'll never recognize let alone work on. It's hard to face the music when you already know you won't like what you find. Arba doesn't always wait for a reason to 'mark' someone, just because it isn't true on a few occasions doesn't justify the number of times she tends to victimize herself when she's often the devil and far more comfortably in control than she's willing to admit. Arbra while disinterested in most, is unnerving when she finally is - and you'll know when she takes interest just by her smile. Unpredictable and demented kind of wild, she doesn't necessarily scheme or plan too deeply, it's all about enjoying the moment and the blood. Did we mention she likes to drink blood? Must be an iron-deficiency. All that toying with her prey is just to draw blood, as vicious as she is her prey is also most delicious and has only rarely lost control in over-enjoying thirst that she's killed anyone for it. There's no point in point in killing the tree if she loves the fruit. Just don't let her make blood wine from you less she discovers its sweeter or one of her favorites. She enjoys the thrills of life and the blood of her enemies (literally.) It's unclear why, how or what experiments led to her bloodthirst. Very outspoken, brave, and if anything else spontaneous. You never know what she will do. She recognizes Alula-nova, Tarn, Noose and Neotelos as her adoptive siblings but none of her other adoptive father's kits outside of PI.
STRANGER (AKA NOBODY) RPED BY SHADOW || EXTERNAL AFFAIRS OH, ME? I’M… I’M NOBODY || A black and dark grey harlequin variant tom with emerald green eyes, a lot and absolutely nothing can be said about him. No one knows where he came from, who his family was or if he even had any, and no one really remembers when he came to be with them. It’s as if one moment he wasn’t there, and the next… he was chilling in their camp. Queries after these details lead to nowhere, however. No, not nowhere, Nowhere. No one seems to understand what he tried to imply with that though. Ah well. Perhaps one day, someone will come along and understand. Then again… Considering how quirky he is, maybe not? He laughs whenever he’s nervous, giving him a slightly unhinged quality; he loves to get involved with the younger hunters and trainees and teach them what he knows — or just confuse them endlessly, it depends on the mood he’s in; He whines when he’s upset, but will also never admit that he did it because he’s better than that; he hates the silent treatment, though considering he doesn’t seem to ever shut his mouth, it may come as a surprise; and finally, the thing that gets him into the most trouble while also making not even a single person doubt his presence in the League is the fact that he picks fights. Because he likes it. And sure, sometimes he loses, but best believe he’ll be right back in front of you tomorrow challenging you yet again. He’s just eccentric, what can we say? HUNTER
