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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 6, 2019 12:41:15 GMT -5
IKAIKA }} nom_de_plume From his form alone, you would assume Ikaika was a mercenary, and you'd be right. This muscular tom epitomizes everything that a mercenary should be: Large, strong, brave, proud. His personality might be a little abrasive when you first meet him, but most soon grow to love this over-protective furball. Ikaika is a brother to Kaipo, Kaleu. Koa, and his baby sister Momi. His pelt blends with the tunnel walls particularly well, making him a contender to be a scout if not for his bulky build. Mostly covered in golden-brown, Ikaika has one dark tabby stripe running the length of his spine and coming to a tip on his tail, though rather than end in black it ends in white. His eyes are a stunning viridian, piercing through the darkness and allowing himself to find what he seeks.
Mercenary
AXENUS }} nom_de_plume The blood of the covenant is is thicker than the water of the womb. Family never cared for Axenus, so why should he care for them? The muscular black tom was found with the rest of his litter outside a Regime tunnel, their pelts telltale signs they were of Regime stock. But what soldier would abandon their tykes? From the moment he was old enough to understand, Axenus felt repulsion for his progenitors. Instead of longing for some unknown cats who created him, Axenus turned his love towards his siblings. They were the only cats he could ever trust. They knew his pain, and he knew they would never hurt him in the same way his mother and father did. In an attempt to fight against the pain in his heart, Axenus turned his anxieties outward and began to train physically every day. The tom grew up to be a strong and capable mercenary so that he could protect those he cared for. Though he can never shield them from the pain of being unwanted, he could protect them from any physical harm that could come their way. His icy blue eyes hide this inner turmoil which manifests itself as reservation most of the time. Not one to speak often, Axenus prefers instead to allow his actions to do the talking for him.
Mercenary
LAVINIA }} nom_de_plume Inner strength hidden behind a frail exterior. A raptor caged within a dove. This is Lavinia, daughter to one of the strongest bloodlines in the Regime. Her mother's side brings the blood of two commanders, Sean and Abiliana, and her father's side the blood of Commander Largo. Lavinia knows that her ancestors place upon her a heavy burden, one rife with tragedy and death, but she does not mind. She is proud to sink under the weight, and takes joy in each day she does not buckle under the pressure. Her body is a combination of the pelts of her heritage, a hodgepodge of blacks, oranges, browns, reds, and whites. Her eyes are pale blue, as though they can see beyond what is visible to most. In this way she is the ultimate chameleon, though despite all of the power in her, she has a weakness. Ashamed of it yet not willing to let it stop her, Lavinia has a lame hind-paw, making running and leaping impossible. As a cadet she received the injury, putting a stop to her mercenary training and shifting her to the softer lifestyle of a guider. Angry at this change, she at first refused to do her service for the Regime, but was reminded in a dream that she was not born to sulk and fail to do her duty. From that day forth she held her head up high, proud of the difference she makes in the Garden healing the ill and injured. Her power may he hidden from sight, but it is never gone.
Guider
MIRANDA }} nom_de_plume How is it growing up the daughter to a cat as strict as Corona? Stifling, anxiety-inducing, horrible? No? Then what was it like to grow up with so many siblings? Was it too competitive? Was there not enough time for everyone? No again? Her life seems impossible, yet by her very presence Miranda proves the impossible possible. Cutting a similar visage as her mother, Miranda is a caliby she-cat with fluffy ears and a medium-large stature. Where she diverges is in the eyes, amber rather than blue. This is the one trace of her father's genes that Miranda can find, but she isn't too bothered by it. Her mother never made a big deal out of their missing father, and so she learned to forget about it and accept it as who she was. Born to a former Mercenary Superior, many would expect all of Corona's tykes to go into mercenary work, or maybe scout, but Miranda found her calling to be amongst the tykes and origins in Post Kilo. Not one to scorn her tyke, Corona encouraged it and Miranda flourished amidst the other raisers, taking to her craft like a fish to water. Naturally quiet, Miranda finds peace amongst the tykes, able to carry out her duties without much fear of socialization. However, she enjoys visiting her family and often visits headquarters to see her mother or any of her various other siblings who might be in the post at any given time. Not one to take to extremes, she prefers a good balance of work to relaxation, and finds herself topside whenever she has time off, walking beneath the stars with an awestruck look.
Raiser
ELOUISE }} nom_de_plume Her pelt is like the pale gray of sunrise before the sky has even begun to blush pink. Her eyes are teal jewels, set in her face and lined with charcoal. An example of unconscious grace and beauty, she makes her way through the tunnels like a spectre of the night. Cursed with a mother who isn't and a father who never was, Elouise was raised by her siblings and did not learn the unwavering love of a mother but instead the cold indifference of cat who wished she wasn't alive. Within Elouise flickered a small ember, pulsing but never spreading. As a tyke she hid the warm hope away so it was not squelched by another and tenderly stoked it with curiosity and desire to do good. As a cadet it had sparked into a small flame, flickering and on the verge of going out. Her partner did their job of tending to the flame and encouraged it into a comfortable fire that served to keep her warm and hopeful. She saw what love could do to a cat, what it had done to she and her siblings, but still believed in it, still longed for it. She wanted to have another in her life that she could share her burden and successes with, that she could turn to when times got tough and celebrate with when times were good. Her past corrupted her future, however, and she found herself struggling to allow anyone to get close lest she hurt them the way her mother hurt others. She made conscious efforts to hide her beauty, be it through covering herself in dirt or letting her fur go untamed. This, she hoped, would keep away the very suitors she longed for, but it was not foolproof. Her beauty transcended physical form, and was obvious from any encounter with the kindhearted she-cat who always put others before herself. Self-sacrificing and giving by nature, it was hard to miss the gem that Elouise was, something that ended up causing quite the trouble for all involved. Regardless, Elouise lives peacefully, a recluse in the Garden surrounded by herbs and those sick and injured she could help.
DIESDRÈ }} moonbound A vixen hiding in the darkest crevices of your mind, her laughter echoing within your head, nothing short of incredible and inviting; she has totally captivated your heart, and soon, your soul. She's the damsel in distress, the pretty girl with starlit eyes and a soft pout. Grey colored fur with dapples of cream splashed against her pelt gives her a unique look, with eyes the color of stormy blue oceans, the waves crashing together endlessly in a swirl of turmoil and yet, beauty. She's poetic with her words, gifted at pulling in those even with the coldest of hearts, whispering sweet nothings into their fur as she caresses them close, breaking them down and exposing their core to her. She cradles it and holds it dearly, and although she might seem shes totally in love with them, too - she's truly not. She learns everything about them and gets to know every little habit of theirs, and little by little, she begins to crush them. She uses their own selves against them and turns them insecure, naive and weak, and then at their lowest point, she leaves. "It's not you, it's me," She explains every time, a small tear running down her cheek, "I feel as if I changed, and I need to get back to my old self. I'm sorry." And with that, she is gone. She never targets those within her Clan, oh no; she knows better than to do that. Instead, she targets loners and rogues, and sometimes even other clan cats, and seduces them into loving her endlessly. It's her favorite game. Origin/Guider
AISLING-TYKE {{ moonbound She is the Goddess walking among men. Beautiful dark grey fur marks her pelt, with dapples of cream and ginger. Her eyes are a dark amber, warm and inviting. Aisling is seraphic, harnessing the characteristics of a seraph. This comes as no surprise, for she is the daughter of the enchantress herself, Diesdrè, yet she is nothing like her mother. Aisling has the heart of a wild child. She is young and free at heart, and is considered to be high spirited and fearlessly reckless. She acts spontaneously, often doing things that she might later regret, yet she will always have a smile on her face. Aisling has a warm soul, being kind and friendly in a way that makes other felines feel comfortable while they're around her. Aisling was born to Diesdrè, a wandering echantress, and Roaringsun of WinterClan. After her birth, her and her seven other siblings were split among their parents, and four of them went to WinterClan, while the others - like herself - stayed in SpringClan, under Cicero's brutal rule. Not long after, Cicero set his sights on WaterClan, and the rogues abandoned SpringClan's camp. In that moment, Diesdrè took Aisling and her siblings to Renegade Regime, where they now reside. Tyke
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 8, 2019 13:44:54 GMT -5
CORONA }} nom_de_plume As luminescent as her name suggests, Corona is the shining gem hidden in the tunnels. Her pelt is a mix of gold, crimson, and some tabby streaks of ebony. The orphan's eyes are like trapped stars, deep midnight pits flecked with silver. Her litter was found on the surface near one of the Regime's tunnel entrances, making it clear that their mother had known of the tunnel-dwellers. While her missing parents never bothered her, Corona does sometimes wonder why they chose the Regime to place them in. The she-cat loved her league-mates dearly and always tries to help however she can, though her specialties lie in battle. She is sibling to Aurora, Catena, Parallax, Terra, and Zenith.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
635 posts
Post by eventide on May 8, 2019 14:00:27 GMT -5
SELENE }} nom_de_plume Ebony like the tunnels, white like her soul. Selene is a she-cat of delicate proportions and enormous talent. Her pelt is onyx while her paws and tailtip are all white. Her head has a white crescent on it, drawing attention away from her midnight blue eyes for only moments. Her entire being is entrancing. Her presence is celestial, gossamer fur floating as though she had gravity itself suspended in disbelief. She lives with grace in her words and in her actions, making her movements all part of one long dance rather than short, choppy steps. Her speed is unrivaled and ability to hunt goes almost unequaled, though she does not brag or dote on herself. No, she uses her skills for the group and her sisters and nothing more. Her mother is Rhea and her sisters are Persephone, Gaia, Artemis, Ceridwen, Bast, Demeter, and Iris.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 10, 2019 19:17:10 GMT -5
LOTUS-TYKE }} nom_de_plume What is it like to live in a family fourteen siblings strong? To be born the fruit of a great and ancient family tree? To have the same blood running through you that has run through the veins of countless Commanders? Even looking at his own reflection Lotus often wonders who he really is. His body couldn't even agree on the right eye color for him - one eye green, the other blue - and defaulted on his pelt, painting it a punishingly standoutish white. The tunnels are all shadow and dirt and yet he stands out as though he couldn't possibly belong. Still, he doesn't complain. Lotus was born large and only grew larger. This led to an awkward cadethood in which he bumped into everything, his legs too long for his body, muscles too strong for a tyke-like playfulness. Still, he doesn't complain. He's not the strong and silent type, though. Rather, seeing his littermates, his mother, his aunts, uncles, cousins, and groupmates happy fills him with joy and a determination to ensure that their happiness is never disturbed. Son to Fjord and Venus, he knows he has a large legacy to live up to but doesn't balk at this responsibility. He believes that the Blind Protector blessed him with a massive body and incredible strength for the sole reason of protecting his family from harm, and so he does. Not one to allow an injustice to occur on his watch, he will always stand up for the little ones, the weak or wounded, the voiceless and meek. Honor is a major sticking point for Lotus, and those who would ask him to compromise his code are not those he will associate with. Still, he knows how to have fun and enjoys running into his siblings or other family in the tunnels when he goes on patrols. Despite being one of fourteen with a body unsure of who he really is, Lotus knows deep in his soul that he was put in the Regime to protect and nurture his family - blood and brethren alike. Tyke
LEIF }} komiharu A tiny tortoiseshell tom with pale amber eyes. Has a fiery temper and is incredibly petty, holding grudges against his fellow soldiers for moons and moons - perhaps eve years. Never forgets any injustice that he perceives to have befallen him, and will hold it against you if the time ever comes. On the flipside of this, he will try and keep any promise he has made at any cost, and remains fiercely loyal to those he considers true friends, to the point where it probably becomes detrimental to said friends. Loves to talk about things he's pasionate about and will talk for hours on end about something he finds interesting, if no one stops him. Though somewhat clingy in that he endlessly bugs his friends for their attention, he is very sensitive, and can't help but cry when someone insults him or something he likes. He is the son of Laurel and Lasha, but perceives them as uncool, and tries to dissociate his image from them as much as he can, much to Lasha's amusement. Guider
(His name is pronounced Seen, not Shawn) The bloodlust in his eyes always shined brighter than his smile. That was the peculiar thing about him, the devil's gaze reflected against his eyes, but the warmth in his smile that suggested everything would be okay. Never could there be a more chaotically gentle aura than the one he wielded like a weapon. That was his gift, the ability to be dangerous, yet fill you with all the words you never knew you needed to hear. He has an addictive kind of danger that could make near death experiences seem like action packed thrills. He isn't the kind of character to hide in the shadows, but flaunt the scars of his past like glamorous treasures. He's an open book horror story that makes broken look beautiful and despair look powerful. There's a war against himself, like two flickering images, one of light and the other of shadows, but both are losing. He turns his back on the Blind Protector raging wars on the very foundation of the question, what is good? Amber brown fur dominate his God given body, lone silhouettes of willow bark hues trickle down his scarred snout and are speckled along his sepia colored chest. Gold colors caress across the tips of his tail and ears like pressed buttercups. His eyes are an exotic gilded green with a long scar along his right eye gifted to him by his daughter, Adanna. There's a torment to the chaos he wields as though each stroke of wild anarchy he washes over a crowd takes a piece of light out of him, a piece of his foundation. That slowly he's falling apart, pieces missing and yet there had never been a more beautiful severed soul than his. He's a deadly kind of gravity weighing shadows down on shining souls till he corrupts or breaks them in all the ways his soul has splintered, cracked, burst. Don't be fooled by the devil in angel wings, he'll sing sweet melodies while cutting your throat. [4/7 lives]
A family isn't limited to just blood, but the bonds shared between those who care about each other. The son of Snowprince and Whispyfeather, it is obvious that Atticus wasn't born in the Regime; though his short, snow-white fur with light grey patches covering his head and back isn't all that unusual, his short, Scottish-fold ears are a dead giveaway for his pure Dayclan bloodline. He along with his siblings Alonah and Zoebella, were brought to the Regime by members of Dayclan to escape a brutal invasion, where they were loved and well cared for by the Raisers. However, when their mother Whispyfeather returned to take them home, while the rest of his litter left happily, he and his two sisters loved the Regime so much that they chose to stay behind with their older half-sister, Gardenia. To this day he doesn't regret it. Atticus is a gentle but timid tom, not liking to make a fuss about anything, and tries his best to keep the peace among his friends and family. His path as a Guider is one that he chose almost from the very beginning, having a unique interest in herbs like many of his relatives before him. But perhaps such a path was inevitable, as his honey-yellow gaze is incredibly blurred; having grown horribly nearsighted from an early age, to the point where he's unable to recognize a face from across a small room. Atticus doesn't let this setback stop him though, and works his hardest every day. In spite of his heritage, the Regime is home to him, and he cares very much for every single cat in it.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 17, 2019 12:50:07 GMT -5
ICARUS-TYKE }} simplylight
Tall and covered in Russian blue fur, it is plain to see which family this silvery tom belongs to. His eyes are bright green like two shining emeralds and legs long like his Uncle Ren. Icarus is overly head-strong and tends to do his own thing instead of listening. He is always searching for puzzles and adventures to stretch his mind and body. Many of his family members have told him that his personality mimics his grandfather, former commander Reisi. This fact gets in his head and sometimes makes him a bit too bold and reckless. It's almost like he believes he is invincible, which stresses his mother, Raiser Superior Lark, to no end. Icarus has the body of a scout, but he knows that his uncle became a mercenary with the same build so that is what he desires. With his ambition and confidence, the wish is achievable, but it may annoy some others in the process. He's way too confident for his own paws. Icarus is welcoming and friendly like his grandfather, but he tends to think of himself before others. This causes a lot of tension in his friendships at times.
Tyke c:
ARTEMIS }} simplylight
With looks that command beauty and respect, Artemis is grace in its most powerful form. She is swift, strong, and a fully capable scout. Artemis is the daughter of Rhea and her adoptive father, Ren. She is sharp-tongued and highly protective over her sisters. Although she is a scout, many know better than to test her abilities. Those claws that can take down a hawk can also take down a full grown cat if she needed to. Artemis can be hot-headed and incredibly stubborn like her mother. Sometimes her beauty is marred by a haughty attitude, but sometimes it enhances her charm. She is not afraid to speak her mind and does not let anyone run over her. She is a good friend to have, but she is not particularly forgiving. Once you have wronged her, it is difficult to find your way back on her nice side.
Scout
Edited May 17, 2019 13:30:42 GMT -5 By simplylight
CHIMERAHUNT }} Cleaver With his umkempt ginger coat and bony frame, he looks the epitome of cruel treatment of prisoners - but he was like this when he arrived. His sallow hunger-pang frame was already on the verge of starvation when his old enemy Mercenary Evelyn dragged him into the depths of the Regime's prison, and though his missing eye was torn out by her, it was many moons before he was a prisoner. The deputy of WaterClan, he would be a valuable prisoner if not for his incessant bitterness annoying all his guards to the point it would take a miracle for him to escape with his other eye intact. He was a fool for coming back to the land of the tunnelers, but in a way it worked exactly as he wanted. He has never liked his clan's alliance with the Regime, and if his capture ruins their truce, all the better for him.
His eyes are a bolt of green lightning with a coat as white as diamonds. He’s the kind of guy you can sit back and admire the beauty of like an eye catching piece of art. He has a grey splotch at the side of his muzzle like an ugly stain on an otherwise beautiful portrait. Zion wears black charcoal markings around the rims of his eyes to make them appear as bright as starlight. He uses a white paste to attempt to conceal the grey marking across his muzzle. Devious intention dances like fire in his eyes and spreads smooth across his remarkable white toothed smile making any girl melt. He’s daddies little prince without a crown often speaking of what it will be like when he’s commander as if he’s entitled to the throne. He’s a hot head with a sore lip. He conceals his anger with a charming curve of his lip biting back ever foul bitter thing he wants to unleash out from his mouth like a trapped dark spirit. He’s the no apologies, regret nothing kind of a guy.
Flying without feathers is not an easy task; that is just what Whispyfeather has to endure. Her wings have no feathers, even transparent. Though others can't see them, they're there, ready to take her away. She is one of the many beautiful daughters of Copperthroat, and Amityaffliction. She takes pattern from her mother, having different descending grey colored stripes. There is only one thing that seems to hold her down, and that would be her self-consciousness considering her huge size. She has long legs that stretch tall, towering above many cats, and a narrow muzzle shaping her features. These are the aspects she earned from her father, another detail that makes him obviously his. She bears scars along her legs from her anxious apprentice moons where she spent cutting herself. She was born in a litter belonging to two lovers who had broken dreams, with Amitymemory, Balancepounce, Bellowbelly and Wheatwander. She wears a peach striped feather symbolizing happiness and a black, brown, white, and auburn feather symbolizing honor behind her ear with wheat from DayClan woven around her paw.
Rank : Raiser
(Sorry, forgot to put hers down. I might have her name changed, but for now while she's adjusting I think she'll keep her name)
CONRAD }} Stark Raving Mad Calm. Cool. Collected. The perfect candidate to play peace keeper in large groups. Conrad is perhaps one of the most outgoing cats you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. His relaxed demeanor and gentle tone make it easy for him to get along with almost everyone. A sunny yellow pelt and dark honey-amber eyes allow him to stand out in a crowd. Just because he believes in keeping the peace however, does not mean he is afraid of war, he is after all and will always be a warrior. He just knows that some battles can be won easily with words. He sees no reason to fear the world outside the group, and the territory they made for themselves. Conrad prefers to take everything in stride and deal with issues as they present themselves rather than going and looking for trouble. Masked by his sunny disposition deep down he is secretly very anxious. He questions every choice he makes and whether or not, it was the right choice for the group. He lives in constant fear that one day this leader will wake up and realized that he is unfit for his position. Scout
ROMAN }} zuno He was never destined for greatness; the only thing he was destined for was an early grave- or so he always thought, at least. Love was always a foreign concept to him. He couldn't even face his own family after disaster cursed them one too many times. The pale ginger tabby never was an interesting tom, born to humble warriors and adoring parents whose lives ended far too early to ever show him or his siblings what true love looked like. The interesting part comes from his strange courtship with agony and despair. Death stalks him and his entire family like the plague, picking off members every which way with barely enough time to grieve in between. Shorty after his parents and younger brothers still mysterious murder, the earth of WinterClans territory swallowed his brother and younger sister whole. It made him reckless- more on the just downright stupid side, if anyone's being honest here. He was already flirting with death so much he thought little of the repercussions that acting in haste brings. You could call it living life to the fullest like there will be no tomorrow, or acting out in defeat and succumbing to the curses life has mercilessly struck upon you. Either way you'll find yourself at the same end. He found pure, twisted, passionate love in Diesdrè. The lorelei played him like an ominous harp and so found herself strung up within his mistakes. Death doesn't just curse and kill the living; willpower can be cut through just as deep as flesh. He buried his stillborn daughter when his ‘mate’ had taken the stronger kits, felt every bone in his brothers- no- his best friends body crush and watched his death right after their bonds had been made. He tried so hard to disappear and yet found himself going back to Diesdrè, following her to the ends of the earth, finally feeling his sense of purpose in the twisted, unexplainable lust they have for each other. He was never destined for greatness. He was never destined for death. He was never destined to love or be loved. He was destined for much, much worse: to live for those who couldn't. mercenary
MOIRA }} zuno Moira technically was never meant to exist. She was born a crime; born to past rogue traveller turned Renegade Guider named Diesdrè, and WinterClan soldier turned Renegade Mercenary named Roman. Her mother carried her reluctantly and gave birth to the litter of eight in WinterClans camp, where her father prompt took her and three of her other siblings: Melodykit, Snowkit, and her stillborn sister Frozenkit; her four other siblings, Aisling, Cillian, Sorcha, and Blakely, were taken to be raised within the tunnels and ranks of Renegade Regime. Moira always knew that her father is hiding the truth of her litters heritage, and so when she found him abandoning his past in WinterClan following the death of her uncle Wolfpaw, she followed him and met the family she had never formally known. Her father is quite overprotective of his children- closer to the spectrum of overbearing. Constantly being sheltered or tucked away in WinterClans nursery has caused Moira to grow rebellious and defiant of her elders and does whatever she pleases rather than what she’s told to do. After meeting her sister and littermate Aisling, the two grew extremely close, becoming almost inseparable. Upon joining the Regime, Moira became a mercenary cadet in order to be around and train with her sister as much as possible. She grew close with her mother Diesdrè as well, regarding her as more of a true parental figure than her father. She is a scruffy mix of dark orange and brown with barely darker tabby markings with ombre eyes of brown turning into a green center, hazel descructed; a true mix of both her parents genetics. mercenary cadet
MAGENA }} zuno A slate gray scottish fold she-cat with warm golden eyes. She's incredibly tall, much like her mother Wispyfeather. Born in SunClan along with her brother Hazelkit, they were taken to Renegade Regime with their eyes barely open. At first named Magena, she had no clue about her family history in DayClan. When she was given the choice to stay in the tunnels she knew as home or learn about her family origins on the surface, she chose the surface with her brother. After some time of living in DayClan and going by the name Mistypaw, her mother had decided to move back to the Regime to live with her brother, Atticus. Magena had missed her old home and the siblings she had for a long while, and when the opportunity to leave with her mother arose, she took it eagerly. Now, instead of praying to become an emissary and studying StarClan as much as she could, she spends her days in the role she was always meant to play: a guider, a healer, a bridge between life and death. She is a kind and virtuous soul, opting to talk things out rather than resorting to battle. She had excelled in the short training that she had as an apprentice and was set to become a warrior very soon already in DayClan, giving her some hunting and combat training. She is the daughter of Snowprince, meaning she has quite a large extended family- notably being the half sister of Atticus and Gardenia. guider cadet
