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MARJA-TYKE }} Cadence
Her father's favorite child, the most flawless of them all. Exceptionally tall and graceful, with an encouraging word for all, the glue that keeps her siblings together. Outwardly, she is the only one who was unaffected by the effects of the poison or death of her family, beyond a standard expectation of grief, the only one able to move on and thrive. But it's not all fun and games. Constantly fatigued as a result of the effects of the poison, it is all she can do to keep her family together while they seem so fragmented, to advocate for her them, and try to move forward. Plagued by nightmares of her parents' dead bodies, of the rest of her family dying, she is inwardly anxious at all turns, always on the edge of shattering due to giving everyone else her all. A half and half feline of dark gilded fur to the left side of her and russet to the right, with auburn wisps caressing her entire body and lining gilded sea green eyes.
Tyke

ZANDER }} Oceanix
A mixture of his mother Adanna and his father Liam . He is a knight, a warrior of Primal Instinct. He is forever loyal to the place of his birth. His armor of choice is his thick short fur. That is grace with a light tan color decorated with a beautiful chocolate leopard pattern. His eyes are dark and stunning and take on the hue of warm honey. His weapon of choice are his massive paws decorated with deathly dagger like claws. He has the heart of a lion and the strength of a tiger. He is large muscular frame. He is protective of his siblings and won't let anyone mess with them. He is the closest to his brother Liam Jr.
Mercenary

AALA }} Oceanix
"Unfortunately the world is not a wish-granting factory" - John Green, The Fault in Our Stars. If it was Aala's choice she would have many of her hopes and dreams full-filled. Her number one dream would be growing up with her father Osvade in her life. Who had disappeared days before her birth. Another wish would have been the ability to stand up to Raelynn to defend her position as the Primal Instinct Shaman. She learned from a ripe young age that life wasn't ever going to hand her a easy hand. From growing up, raised by single mother along side her siblings - Candor,Doze, Frigid, Hex, and Shelter. To losing her mother at a young age only to have her siblings follow one by one. After losing everything and becoming permanently injured the she-cat. Learned family was an important element in her life when her mate Giorno saved her.She shared the same Chartreux blue-grey fur of her grandmother Hazel and her mother Poppy. She would be a perfect copy of a Chartreux if it wasn't for the faded orange fur streaked throughout her pelt. A feature she shares with her mothers. Her pale yellow eyes is the same gaze that once belonged to Osvade. The only difference her's do not share the same degree of frost that her father once looked at her mother in the beginning. They have the same warmth that Osvade showed Poppy near the end. The warmth reveal the gentle soul inside. Aala is very much a dreamer. Since she was young her head has been lost in the clouds. She is very introverted, and loves spending time on her own. She is a very private cat, and likes to keep her emotions to herself. Only sharing them with those she has a close bond. During her private moments her mind runs wild with ideas. Making her an imaginative, idealistic, and creative cat. Constantly generating endless possibilities and ideas. Her thoughts are stars lost in a sea of constellations. Her thought process is abstract and accelerated for her age. Instead of dwindling on the past she looks towards to future. She is a feeler and tends to let her emotions drive her decisions. Causing her to become easily hurt. Which is why she tends to avoid conflict with others. She is loyal and devoted to her family and the League she calls home. Carrying a deep capacity to care and love for others. She has a desire to fix the broken. She is excellent at reading others feelings and tries to motivate others to better themselves. Almost is a motherly like fashion. Her gentle soul is a rare breed among a community that frowns upon the soft hearted. No one knows how long her soul with stay gentle and pure. As she is stuck "on a roller coaster that only goes up" - John Green- The Fault in Our Stars.
Guider

BLACK MOON }} Oceanix
Born into sin, and raised in a broken family. Having a deranged mother who ignored Black Moon and his siblings. His mother's insanity was brought on by his father leaving his mother for another she-cat. Leaving behind a slowly crumbling family unit. His two sisters were bathed in innocence and purity. He fought to shelter them from his mother's insanity. When his step father stepped into the picture. Black Moon hoped for better times, but little did Black Moon realize that his step father was not all who he said he was. The new tom manipulated his mother. He also took out his anger on Black Moon's two little sisters named Luna and Lux. Black Moon always stepped in front of his sisters taking the blunt of their beating. It was within that short time of Black Moon's life that he realized he honed a gift. A love for knowledge. A deep craving for wanting to learn more to soak up everything like a sponge. He had started to experiment with herbs at a young age. Using his sisters' wounds, bruises and pains as his subjects. He memorized what their apparent uses were. It was until the day Black Moon's experiments when too far. That day he had discovered the Death Berry. Hoping it would heal the infection that was spreading through his sister's bodies. He gave them the newly discovered berry only to cause their hearts to stop. From that day Black Moon's spirit broke. He took on the name Black Moon to symbolize his love for his sisters and to symbolize how he was the reason he extinguished the light in their eyes. Ever since birth Black Moon has lived a cursed like. Cursed to walk the earth with dark, elegant jet black fur. Bathed with ivory tuxedo markings similar to his biological father Akatosh. As he age he was to be cursed with the cruel blank blind pale green eyes.
Guider

COLETTE }} Oceanix
“This is a story,... a marvelous story, full of love and heartbreak and... love" ( Metatron, 9.23). Colette, French origin, meaning - victorious. A strong and beautiful name given the third daughter of Aala and Giorno. Colette's story begins with in the third arch of her mother's story. An arch about love and healing for Aala. Growing up with her mother's disabilities - scarred mangled face, lamed limb, and panic attacks. She was exposed to the pure love and patience her father had for her mother. Day by day watching the relationship blossom and grow stronger. Out of the litter of six, Colette is very much her mother's daughter and the most that is like her to be exact. A carbon copy of both her mother Aala and grandmother Poppy. She carries the long luxurious flowing fur of her ancestors. Dipped in a sea of grey. Small pops of color dot the grey canvas ranging from faded rust to bold flaming orange. Her eyes yellow overlaid with a ting of olive. Besides her looks, dating all the way back to her great grandmother Hazelsong. Colette choosing the life of a Regime Guider was a no brained. The blood of Shamans, medicine cats, and even a Chaman roars through her blood. Her family tree spanning from Rippleclan, Springclan, Moonclan, Crowclan, Primal Instinct and Renegade Regime many members from her bloodline have found themselves to be skilled medical personal.Colette was no different. From the moment she was old enough to take a interest. Colette was always sneaking out of Post Kilo to get a glimpse of the Garden. Her wish wasn’t granted until she became a Guider Cadet alongside her twin sister Odette and mother Aala. As a Cadet she flourished and excellence as a Guider Cadet as if it was part of her nature. She the trailblazer of her cadet class. Always seeking out different herbal uses. Researching how she could maximize the amount of herbs they could get from one plant. Researching different cures for different sicknesses. Always trying to take the path that was less explored and branching off from the norm.
Guider

LEO }} Oceanix
Tall slender and majestic cloaked with black rugged fur. Cold liquid fire burns in the depth of his amber eyes. Stark white paws and a white tipped tail are the only thing that stand out against . Leo is fueled by a rich fire to serve and help others. His passion for his job is what led him to become a Guider Superior when he was younger. His heart has been set on the position since he was little. When he was a tyke he was the helpful one unlike his littermates Genesis and Ezra who were both brutes that had their hearts set on being mercenaries. Leo was the one that yearned for knowledge. While his brother Genesis was the protector and Ezra was the parental figure to their younger siblings. Leo was teacher that distracted them from their parents fighting. Out of his whole litter he was the one who was furthest from his parents. He never bothered to gain a relationship with either his father Drake or his mother Stella. Leo often argued with his father about his life choices. When his father Drake stepped out on him and his siblings after the death of his mother Stella. Leo being the oldest stepped up and raised his younger siblings. Over the several moons Leo was Guider Superior he watched his family crumbled. His brother Ezra died due to a tunnel collapse. His brother Genesis was quick to follow after a wound from a rat bite got infected. His younger siblings followed from various sicknesses. Leo left alone stepped down from Guider Superior when the identity about his father Drake was revealed to be the former Toxicity Overseer Akatosh.
Guider


SKELETON }} Oceanix
Skinny looking she cat with wicked sharp claws. Her skinny bony appears makes her look sickly even though she is perfectly healthy. Don't let her frail look fool you she is stronger then what she appears. She is a sleek black tuxedo cat with piercing green eyes and white paws. She was saved by a cat named the Iron Bull from a rogue group that she had gotten tangled up in. She started life as a rogue she rebelled against her family and joined a rebellious Rogue group. She ended up seeing something she was suppose and learning the groups true colors. Most of her life she was on the run until she ran into the Iron Bull. She left RR for a short time and rejoined with her children Reaper, Sickle, and Death.
Veteran
Former: Mercenary

EDRICE }} Oceanix
Born second oldest behind her brother Odion. Born after her were her sister Safiya, brother Lapis, and little sister Eboni. Her father is Scout Superior Anubis and her mother was former Brookclan warrior named Runningstream. Her grandfathers Otterstar and Commander Osiris both were once well respected leaders for Brookclan and Renegade Regime. Edrice is a slender built she with long legs and a long tail. Her pelt is a soft apricot orange with tabby stripes. Her chest, belly, muzzle, and paws are all dipped in white. Her eyes are a soft apple green.
Scout

MYCROFT }} Oceanix
Finding comfort in the shadows. He is the master mind, the strategist, the one always working behind the scenes. The oldest out of his siblings -Sherrinford, Euros, and Sherlock-. He always finds himself cleaning up his younger siblings messes. He isn't one for showing "brotherly compassion" and holds rather strange relationships with his siblings. With his twin siblings Sherrinford and Euros the relationship is rather neutral.On the other hand his relationship with his youngest brother Sherlock is a rather difficult one. Regardless Mycroft finds himself constantly worrying about his younger siblings. Sometimes going to far as to keeps taps on them. He is a supreme strategist always weighing the possibilities against current situation to create a plan. Mycroft is known for being analytical, having self-control, and being very intelligent. He looks at the reality of situations and notices when things are not working out. Despite his slender appear his ice blue eyes possess a tremendous assertive power to them. His light grey pelt with thick bold black stripes give him a diplomatic appearance. While the splashes of ginger accents on his face add to his stony cold mask.Being held in high regard by most cats. Mycroft makes use of his high intelligence. He is always gathering information on anything and everything. Always thinking things through, especially subjects that could become weightily influence. Having a wide connections that span outside of RR and of that surrounding RR which makes him successful at what he does. He has no problem with having a paw in two worlds or being adaptable in being able to move swiftly between the two unfazed. He uses unorthodox ways to gain information out of others. Weather it be spying, black mail, or other unconventional methods. Even though he is socially detached he seamlessly finds himself fitting in among his peers to a degree. He believes caring for others outside of his family circle is a disadvantage.
Mercenary 


NEPHELE }} Oceanix
Eyes which are dazzling emeralds. Flowing ink black fur that looks soft as a cloud covering hidden muscles. He is lazy by nature and is very unenthusiastic when it comes to being forced to do things. Even though he lacks bravery and is considered a coward he is willing to sacrifice himself for his family and his clan. He isn't a fan of fighting and finds it troublesome but is willing to fight if needed. When it comes to battle he does bring a hidden talent which is his brain. One of his favorite pass times is watching the clouds in the sky. He doesn't like to judge other cats and is willing to be the friends with the outcasts.
Mercenary


LAKE }} Oceanix
The Beauty. A creamy white Turkish Angora she-cat with golden eyes and sharp, pointy ears. Born fourth or fifth, but nobody can remember because Lake is identical to her sister Lux, and it is hard for anyone to tell the difference between them since the only thing different about them are their personalities. Lake is much more silent, and very discreet about her life. She has taken a liking to the deepest ends of the forest or crystal caverns that are very exhausting to find. Lake finds solace in solidarity, and spends much of her time wandering in order to find what she likes to call "happy happenings." Whether it be an anthill crawling with a colony, or a crystal that shines just right at a specific angle, Lake is always on the lookout for them. She is nothing of a fighter, but happens to be very rude. She distains the company of others unless she finds them to be just as interesting as an anthill, but it is hard to get her to really see that kind of unique quality in anyone. Sibling to Lakota, Leviathan, Limavady, Lux, Lynn, Lorayne, Lasha, and kin to Commander Largo. Their father is unknown to all of them.
Scout

ECHO-TYKE }} blue

She was hardly born into a family. Her father was never part of the picture, something she has always attributed to his death despite the lack of answers her mother ever gave before her birth. She was only told she looked like him, hence her name. Perhaps that should’ve been a sign to those around her, her daughter born a silvery tabby with legs that grew long and lean and a long, feathery tail, making her a remarkable copy of a long-furred kittypet oriental. Regardless of meaning, that is one of very few things her mother gave her. A name. A source of food. A moon longer of her life. Then she, too, was gone. She still has dreams some nights of the last she ever saw, her mother slipping away and melting into the tunnels’ shadows. She never learned her mother’s fate, and most of the time she has little urge to find out. She may not really have much of any family by birth, but nonetheless she was found by cats who she now considers kin. Adopted into an extensive family by the kindness of a Raiser and Origin named Jasmine. She grew up alongside an adopted sister, Marigold, and has long considered herself more closely aligned to her found family than the one she’s related to by blood. The only outward signs of her blood parents’ absence is her refusal to call a cat a mother or father of any kind. To her, she has one mother and one father and she knows neither of them. The longer their story goes untold, the less she wants to know. Outside of her absent parents, though, she’s a very family-driven cat. She’s a firm believer in blood being thicker than water in the true meaning of the phrase and finds herself always willing to accept more into her found family. She’s an avid seeker of family ties, both forged and born, and has long sought to make connections to as many cats as she can find related, no matter how distantly, to her adopted mom. As far as she’s concerned, they’re family, too.

Rank : Tyke

Skype Username : BlueKay

FERRIS-TYKE }} sinful Fluffy ginger tabby tom with golden pumpkin eyes. The second born of his litter, his siblings being Meara, Angus and Aislinn. He is outgoing and charismatic with a slight mischievous streak. He is a natural born leader and tends to lead his siblings into trouble most every day. A partier who prefers to procrastinate to have fun rather than honor his family with success and a list of achievements, he's the first to get up to no good in the name of freedom than sit idly by. Tyke COLE-TYKE }} sinful A gray tabby tom with darker gray stripes, white paws / chest and yellow-green eyes. TBA Tyke

 KEKET-TYKE }} Naiad
Every day blurs into a heavy stream. The shadows of the Regime and the endless passage ways blur together into the dark void that makes up her entire existence. Her memory is broken, the stream of time for her a misty passage of days in which information passes by her rather than ever truly being absorbed. She can recall skills, retains muscle memory of the winding network of tunnels that makes up RR, but people and most events are lost fo her mere hours after their occurance. The painful reality is that her memory has never worked the same since she was poisoned as a youth. Since then her world was split into two divided times, on where her memories are clear as day, another where things exist in an endless fog. Perhaps that is why she can never let go. She sees the happy days, the joy, the brightness of youth glimmering like it was yesterday, and everything sense exist almost like the aimless horror and chaos of a nightmare. She never moves on, she can't. The death of her family, waking up to their poisoned bodies, it haunts and puppeteers her every move. To others she seems like the best adjusted of her siblings despite her poor memory, she still puts on a facade of kindess and joy, a perpetually peppy view of existence. In reality she spends every waking moment trying to get closer to remembering and finding who killed her family and ruined her life, and every night she dreams of scarlet and the satisfying taste of closure and victory. A beautiful light gilded golden she-cat with cracked lace of auburn and white swirls running down her spine. Her eyes are a shattered silver, lines of ashen gray running out from the center.
Tyke

GLADIATOR }} pao

Bio [Min of 5 Sentences please] : The sun sets on yet another battle, it's gaze entranced by the blood spilled before it. Gladiator stands in the middle of the ring his fur stained red with the blood of his foes. Fierce by nature, hardened by battle. He is calm in the face of the storms, ready and willing for any challenge. Each day was spent in the arena, fight after fight; until he was released. It is a lifestyle, a choice. One this tom has gladly taken ahold of and continues to hold tight. While his arena may have been the Concave like all of the other tyros before him, he was the only one to leave. Gladiator entered the trails that day with four other tyros, each vouching to become a combatant. But none of them were as bloodthirsty as he. Where some may have hesitated in their fights against him or others, due to being companions, lovers or comrades, he did not. To this tom, the fights were all life and death and he fought till only one stood standing. It was a ring, an arena, and it deserved the honor it commanded. The others had been weaklings, he had merely been doing them a favor. Better death than life as a charged. Soaked in blood and with the sun at his backside, he emerged the sole victor and the sole tyro alive. Even before that day, he would boast upon his skills. Pride would be his supporter, arrogances his friend, and the sun his companion. Gladiator resembles the sun, reddish-orange in color and eyes that burn a bright amber gold. He relives his glory days and rejoices in battles. Each day he could be found in the Concave, fighting once again. Sometimes even spending a few weeks at a time in the area that many feared ever entering again. All he would ever need was the glorious sun reigning down on him, giving him the strength to keep fighting and the audience he deserves.

Rank : Mercenaries

ARTHUR }} ian
A hairless old man who was formerly a kittypet, a fact easily noted by the fact that he wears a sweater that... wasn't found in the wild. It's a dirty old thing, but he has a sentimental attachment to it. Arthur is a crotchety old man, one who has a particularly strong distaste for the cold. Arthur is a methodical old grump, one who has to do things just the right way or he... well, let's just say he grows even less fun to deal with. Before he became old and his joints started to hurt, he used to have a soft spot for kids. However, time has hardened him, and he's no longer as... adept at tolerating the younger generation. Of course, this is ironic, due to his position, but being a grumpy old raiser means that for the most part, he's left to his own devices, further solidifying his solitary nature.
rasier becasue cleav says so

DARIA }} ian
A pale lady who has some darker dilute calico notes on her face and large oceanic eyes. Her furs are longer, and she has some resemblance to a marshmallow, but it's pretty clear she'd probably knock you out if you said that to her. Daria is the kind of feline that doesn't hold back, which means she has very little filter. Loud and often sarcastic, it isn't a surprise that other cats tend to love her or hate her. There's not a whole lot of tolerating her; you're either in or out, no where in between. 
scout because cleav says so

BRILLIANCE }} strawberrycupid

Bio: Ah hello. Working again? You can call it work but I genuinely enjoy it. This isn't my district? True, but it's important to be well rounded. Would you like to hear a story? Thank you, I don't normally get to talk to others like this. On one of these reconnaissance, I found a group of twolegs, sitting around another group. The second group jumped and screamed like cats. It was fascinating. They had a surprisingly cooperative kittypet. Granted, showing your claws help, as you know. Anyway, he told me they were called actors. These actors act out stories for the other twolegs. Like how when you tell a story, you use your body language to express it. But it was much more than that. It was coordinated, and straightforward. I didn't understand what they said, but I found myself entranced by their performance. Hmm. Study their movements so we can turn them into attacks? That's a good idea, though wasn't my first thought. At the end of the day, one of the actors stood in the center and yelled something before sticking something into the ground. The kittypet said they were in position zero. I understand it means that the person was the center. The main star of the performance. They were proud, but they also seemed lonely. It's a familiar feeling. I work hard, fight hard, do everything I can for my dream. And when I reach that one, I stride for the next higher one. I wonder if the twolegs think the same. I'll keep aiming for my own position zero, my own brilliance. Well, it looks like everything is well. Would you like to take a break? I'm starving. Don't take your eyes off me, I'll claim the center. The top. I'll go farther and higher than any other cat before me. For that is brilliance. Brilliance. Position Zero. … Hey, don't laugh! Haha.

Rank : Mercenary