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Post by simplylight on Oct 1, 2018 20:26:30 GMT -5
List of Ranks ;; Mercenaries - Warriors, but they only fight, not hunt; They live in Headquarters. Mercenary Cadets - Apprentices in training to be Mercenaries; They live in Post Alpha. Scouts - Warriors, but they only hunt, not fight ;They live in HQ. Scout Cadets - Apprentices in training to be Scouts;They live in Post Echo. Guiders - Medicine Cats { under the Chaman and it's not an special position so you can still be MC/MCA in a clan } Live in the Garden. Guider Cadets - Apprentices in training to be Guiders; They live in the Garden. Raiser - Cats who take care of the tykes and origins; They live in Post Kilo. Raiser Cadets - Apprentices in training to be raisers; They live in Post Kilo. Origins - Queens; Live in Post Kilo. Tykes - Kits; Live in Post Kilo. Veterans - Elders; Live in Post Delta and guard the Road to Protection. Prisoners - Captured members of other clans or members of RR who have done bad or are being held or even the mentally insane.
Joining Format ;; CATNAME }} username Bio [Min of 5 Sentences please] : Rank : Skype Username(optional. Only put this if you would like to be a part of the RR group chat on skype. If you are not comfortable placing this on the joining thread feel free to shoot any of the staff a private message containing your username and we will add you.)
QUARTUS }} fawn Quartus is a tom who takes mostly after his father when it comes to looks. His medium length fur is a mix match of whites and brownish grey tabby patches. His features leaning more towards pointed and angular as opposed to soft and rounded. His eyes are somewhere in the middle ground between his mother and fathers, a pale sandy grey with pale green flecks. Quartus is a very stoic no-nonsense kind of character. Preferring to cut straight to the chase as opposed to beating around the bush and running around in circles. Because of this, the tom comes across as bland and boring. As a kit, he would be the one to follow his siblings because he knew if he didn’t one of them was sure to get into a compromising situation and they would need his assistance to get them out of it. Quartus is more of a brain over brawn type of cat, preferring to think his way out of a situation and avoid bloodshed, but of course, he is trained to fight and won’t go down easily. His parents are Diana and Hurricane, and his siblings are Primus, Septimus, and Decimus. Rank : Tyke
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POSTEDNov 1, 2018 15:41:41 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
BRAXTON }} chickadeepeony Perhaps he's an outlier, an oddity. A bit too small, a bit too scruffy, more lean than muscular, more gentle than intimidating. It's still curious why he chose a position as a mercenary of all things. His intellect and gentle personality point a clear and obvious line towards a life as a guider, or perhaps even a raiser, while his lean body, obvious built more for speed and agility, left open an equally opportune path to be a Scout. Instead, he chose to focus his life path on the strangest possible choice for a cat like him. Despite his seemingly gentle and sensitive, if not slightly awkward and geeky, personality, and seemingly pacifistic nature in general, this hasn't stopped him from being skilled in his position. A fast learner with a quick wit, his skill lies more in using his speed and intelligence as a way of winning battles. Still, despite his myriad of good personality traits, his most notable flaws is his own disgust for loners and rogues. In his own loyalty for the regime, perhaps he himself is too quick to disregard lives that aren't part of their ranks. mercenary
Primus. Prime. The first. The best. The eldest son from a prominent family line, from the very beginning Primus was aware of the expectations placed on him. As the nephew of Commander Mars, his mother Diana was tough on him and his brothers; being emotionally distant and holding them under strict rules in the hopes of making them into loyal, obedient soldiers for the Regime. This caused a lot of strife between Diana and Primus’ father Hurricane, who wanted his sons to have a more relaxed and fun tykehood. Primus tried to ease the pain of his parents’ conflict as best he could; pouring himself into his training as a Scout in an attempt to please them by following in their pawsteps, eventually growing to become an incredibly talented hunter to the point of surpassing them. However, in his obsession to gain his parents’ attention, his self-esteem is secretly at an abysmal low. The young tom hides this through an outwardly self-confident and cocky attitude; constantly bragging about his own skill and making himself the center of attention everywhere he goes. Only his three brothers; Quartus, Septimus, and Decimus, know the truth and are some of the few cats that he can really open up to. Appearance wise he is a blend of his parents: a pitch-black pelt and slender build like his mother, but with the long, fluffy fur and striking golden eyes of his father. Despite what they put him through, Primus could never find it in his heart to hate either one of his parents but hopes that when the time comes to raise tykes of his own, he will be a better parent than they ever were.
since messages are being odd i was feeling a little nervous about sending this to you privately and then i went and deleted his whole bio on accident anyways rip
SYMMETRY }} ian Russian blue fur lines his pelt, which isn't very big for a tom. He's never been more than medium sized, and truthfully, medium sized is probably not the most accurate. He's a small fellow, one with the world's most magnificent green eyes. Towards the outer rims, they are olive in nature, but around the pupil they are pale. Anywhere else, his eyes seem to dance in shades that fall somewhere on the spectrum between the two shades. Symmetry (although he is mostly known by Sym) has never grown to be much larger than a late-stage kitten in his proportions, despite the fact that he's in his late-middle moons (a fact he doesn't like to be reminded of, so just don't.) His voice still carries youth with him, if you can understand what he's saying. He speaks rather unclearly, with his words often link and slur together, like a kitten's. Some say this little fact is because he was found by Commander Brighton at 5 moons old and she had to teach him to speak far after normal development. Other's say he just keeps his tone like that to fit into the kittens he raises passionately. Raiser superior
SERAPHINA }} Icedivy A thin framed she-cat with owl-like amber eyes. Her underbelly is a soft cream tone, though the rest of her is a sandy hue, with a long black stripe traveling from her back down to her tail tip. The slender feline was born and raised in the regime, and was always known as a soft and gentle cat. Easily what led her to the path of becoming a raiser. She knew one day, when she found love, she would have her own tykes and raise them to love their home just as much as she herself does. Rank ;; Raiser (current Origin)
MAGENA-TYKE }} mipsyche An unusually tall, charcoal gray scottish fold she-cat. Her eyes are beautiful: a sort of pumpkin hue spread across her large irises. Magena takes a special interest in religion. She has a thirst for knowledge and strives to learn all she can about her topics of interest. Despite her smarts, Magena has always struggled to see her worth. In many cases she feels as if someone else should be chosen, and this hurts her confidence. Because of this, she has grown keen of fighting. She prides herself in her fighting abilities, and will always accept a scuffle. Magena has close to nothing to lose, and turns to fighting when longing for a purpose. tyke
J'ZARGO }} apple In a hot, sandy land a long journey away, a queen died of heat exhaustion after a sand storm while birthing her kits. Out of three, one kit lived. Before she died, she whispered in J'zargo's ear one word: his name. He had the appearance of a big cat ancestor, the caracal. His body size was average, but his markings were that of an African wild cat. His fur color resembles that of a sandy desert, while he has a white under belly, chest, and muzzle. His eyes are the green shade of a desert cactus, which towards the center turn the yellow of a sunflower. His lack of a tail is typically a weight off of his chest. But perhaps his most distinguished feature is his gray ears, which are tipped with black fur that stands up. He is from a far away land with high temperatures, a desert. As an apprentice, J'zargo made a journey to this area, as he was wanted by a tribe for scamming them. He soon found the Regime, and proved himself to be useful. J'zargo is also a trader; he "collects" many items. J'zargo has a foreign accent, and sometimes he is hard to understand. J'argo also talks in third person consistently. Scout
VIVIANA }} ian She appears and disappears like a ghost, despite her name meaning alive. She seems to be here and there at the same time, an omnipresence that seems to be in full force when she is absolutely unwanted. Perhaps this is why felines tend to stay away from her; she is unnerving in nature. Felines often wish to keep her at arms distance, if not further. Rumors swirl about the brown tabby she-cat, whose pointed face is made complete with glass-grey eyes. They say that if you cross her, you die, that she will place a curse on you. Perhaps this rumor that she is witch-like in nature is not aided by the fact that she is a guider who enjoys mixing herbs and "potions". In reality, she's probably harmless, but she'll never let you know that. Guider
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Post by uniqcrim on Dec 19, 2018 20:38:24 GMT -5
finally adding my cats back >.>
ASTRID }} uniqcrim A stunning black and orange tortoiseshell with white paws and dazzling green eyes. During normal circumstances, she is calm and her voice is low and quiet during conversation with one of her group mates. Put her in charge of a kit or so and she quickly becomes watchful, her voice strong and powerful, and playful and sweet. These are the moments when she shines the brightest. She was born the runt of her litter and often grew sick. She was a weak tyke and didn't become a cadet until long after the rest of her litter. At first, they wanted to make her a guider because they figured that would be the easiest on her frail frame but Astrid fought them ever step of the way. She refused to become a cadet unless they made her a Raiser. Something about the position of nurturing the future of the regime appealed to her much more than a pile of disgusting and bitter herbs. After quite a bit of disagreeing and fighting for this, they finally agreed and expected her to fail as a Raiser cadet so then, naturally, she would be transferred to become a Guider Cadet. However, as she progressed in her training she grew to be strong and healthy and showed more potential than anyone ever expected. Astrid has always tended to have a soft and gentle heart, something that was never easy growing up in the stern and rigorous regime, but her tongue is sharp and her mind is quick. You would do well not to underestimate her as so many cats had because, just like them, she will show you just how strong and strong-minded she really is. Rank : Raiser
ELSIE }} uniqcrim Pale grey tabby she-cat with navy eyes like her father's. She is a trouble maker, always finding ways to get into things she shouldn't and messes she doesn't know how to remedy. She is strong willed and bold with a tongue she can't seem to control. Elsie was born to defy and carve her own path, she has a think skull, sure paws, and a quick mind. She is very loyal to her family and loves them will all her heart, as she tends to do. Elsie has a tendency to feel too much too strongly and listens to her heart and instincts more than her mind. Rank : Mercenary
VALERIAN }} uniqcrim A fluffy black tom with watchful eyes. Valerian was born to Commander Reisi and Raiser Astrid and mostly takes after his mother. He is a calm and gentle soul that few could rival. Everyone was surprised by the irony of his gentleness growing up, expecting him to be a strong and proud mercenary or scout and to be more confident and strong like his father but he decided very early that was not the right path for him. There were some pressures from the Regime surrounding him to following in his father's footsteps but with some thought and gentle encouragement from his mother he knew that his decision was right and this continues to ring true the longer he is a guider. His siblings are Reisi, Irena, and Aela and his half siblings are Elsie, Ellison, Elviue, Edith, and Everly. Rank : Guider --I don't know what you're talking about I totally didn't forget to add him before this oops--
LARK}} xxsunlight Lark is as docile and timid as her namesake, and as beautiful too. A she-cat with a small, lithe build, her ample fur is dappled orange, black and white. Her eyes are a neutral amber color, and often give away her emotions. Lark was born to rogue parents, who raised her in the uncharted territory beyond the clans. They were often displeased with her skills and willingness to fight and hunt, and abandoned her when she was a year old near the Regime. She was taken in by the Commander and attempted to train, but still lacked the skills and motivation to be a Mercenary or a Scout. So the gentle Lark started learning to be a Guider, until she fell pregnant with a loner tom's kits. She thought to run away with him, but all four kits were stillborn, the tom left for better things, and Lark was crushed. Her melodic voice spoke a lot less, she engaged with fewer cats, until finding her calling as a Raiser. She blossomed as she cared for young tykes, finding the vivacity of raising kittens after losing her own. Still, she isn't free from the burdens of her past- she is very timid around authority figures and mistrustful of toms, preferring her work with the other she-cat Raisers. She would like a family of her own, but often feels unworthy of raising her own kits, feeling like she's never contributed to the Regime. But anyone who gets to know the true Lark sees her vibrancy and gentleness, her tenderness with tykes, and her selfless and giving nature.
ANTEDILUVIAN }} fearful Referred to by his closest friends as ‘Ante’, Antediluvian is a quiet character. His short, shimmery grey fur keep him in the shadows quite easily, allowing him to avoid others when he wants. He wouldn’t consider himself anti-social, but he prefers to stay himself most of the time. He can always be found in the outer regions of Renegade Regimes’ tunnels training for any coming fight. This causes him to be on edge most of the time. He is a formidable fighter, but he will always undermine himself, constantly training to improve himself. He is always afraid of an unknown attack. Sometimes when he sleeps he has odd visions of what’s to come. Sometimes they are different, or don’t happen at all. Antediluvian is never sure. The dreams are also never clear. They are mostly symbols, sounds, and smells; never a clear story or event. Antediluvian shrugs them off most of the time. After a few years of adjusting to sleeping underground and being in darkness, they grew less clear and more wild. He sees animals he’s never seen before, and scents he doesn’t recognize. Sometimes he sleeps outside of the tunnels to get a clearer view. He feels like they are connected to the moon somehow, but he never speaks to others often about it. Mercenary
