BEAR-TYKE }} neverforgotten.
Born fighting, or so it's said. Bear is close to savage in battle, willing to kill without a moments hesitation. He often attacks first and asks questions later, leading to one or two very violent mishaps. The handsome tom is battle scarred with a while and brown tabby coat that often has debris in it from his fights. Authority means very little to him and even if he respects his leader, Bear doesn't truly obey. The hotheaded cat is spiteful and will often to the exact opposite of what he is told to do. As a cadet that resulted in many punishments, including a pushed back assessment. Bear's amber eyes glint with the excitement of battle and there is a graceful, lethal way of moving he adopts in a fight. It's clear he lives for this. Lives to fell his claws catch in fur and rip flesh. It's led to question, perhaps he is better suited to the savage lifestyle of Primal Instinct. However, he does live for the Regime. He isn't going anywhere. Just try and make him.
Rank: Tyke

SAFFRON-TYKE }} komiharu
A ruddy ginger tom with a lithe build and copper eyes. Once a polite, well-mannered young tomkit, Saffron's life changed forever when he was somehow left stranded above ground for an entire night, and became something of a paranoid survival nut in the process. He's always on the lookout for the next disaster, and his pessimistic nature means that even the slightest deviation from the norm could signal the end of the world. Saffron engages in many behaviours that scare off some of the other members of the Regime, such as hoarding large quantities of rocks and sticks for who-knows-what purpose, and if it weren't considered socially unacceptable, he'd probably be stockpiling freshkill too. Despite his social shortcomings, his heart is usually in the right place, and his shrewd nature and ability to think outside the box when foraging make him an excellent scout. His siblings are Coriander, Sage and Clove, and he essentially considers Arthur as his father, after he and his siblings imprinted on him at a young age (much to Arthur's displeasure).
rank : tyke


i can't believe im making my triumphant return to classic with this idiot

UNDERTOW }} Jetclaw

A former rogue who had joined WaterClan before the flood destroyed it. He is seemingly calm and quiet but always calculating. Never seeking to make waves in the group. but instead moving with them. Ready to do whatever it takes to keep himself a float, even if it means dragging down someone who might not be expecting the current they create from the waves they make. He's a pure black tom with a sleek coat and blue eyes. He has a nicked ears and scars around his neck. Where he got them no one knows. He's a survivor, and he never forgets.

Rank : Mercenary

Skype Username Jetravenex

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MISTLETOE-TYKE }} phantom

Bio: Mistletoe is a dark ebony she-cat, not a single speck of color corrupting her shadow of a pelt, her coat is short and thin, showing every curve along her body. Shinning against the darkness are deep glowing green eyes, your will be warned now; it is best if you do not stare into them. She is the living embodiment of Atropos, the inflexible, who cut the thread at its allotted length. She is the one in her litter who does the dirty work, and can be quite violent. Mistletoe has been known to have sociopath tendencies and will do whatever it takes to enforce the decisions made by her sisters, as well as to ensure their safety.

Rank: TYKE

ILLYN }} Dreamrain
With her lazy wit and casual defiance, she was always testing boundaries in her youth, and age has only sharpened her senses. Her mother always fussed over her, worried that she would never be fully accepted into their new home if she looked so wild and acted like a common rogue. The Regime wanted proper cats, polite and gentle and dainty, soldiers that obeyed every command— and young Illyn could not tolerate their stifling decrees. She rebelled every chance she was given and her mentor strictly nudged her back into her line, and she endured endless frustrations that she could never best him. Illyn was too young and too eager, and she couldn’t match the trained mercenary in a fight, so eventually she bowed to his will and the rules. Her spirit wasn’t broken, but dormant, and slowly she learned patience. Slowly, she learned to play the long game. Illyn is a gambler, and slowly she’s learning who she can tease and push and who she can’t; she’s guessing which buttons will incite a reaction and which won’t. She likes to cause as much trouble as she can without being called out for it, and she isn’t afraid to take charge. Blunt and forward, Illyn will tell any cat exactly what their problem is and how quickly they need to distance themselves from her. She has a knack for exerting enough willpower and insults to level the playing field and convince weaker cats that she is their superior, that her ideas are more intelligent than theirs, and she is not often wrong. Illyn has a sharp mind for politics despite her lack of interest, and prefers to focus on dancing the lines of offense as often as she can. Short and compact with medium-length muddy fur and dark stripes like splattered clay, her fur is made for camouflage if it wasn’t always so tousled. Her mother was infamous for her tidy beauty before she passed, and in defiance to her image Illyn’s fur is a tangle of broken stripes and dirty smears. Her fur is always scuffed and dusted, her brows thick and wild over narrow brown eyes that dance with defiance, her muzzle curbed and blunted. With her wide cheeks, thick whiskers and torn ears, Illyn isn’t typically beautiful, but she holds a rugged charm and takes pride in her uncouth appearance.
Mercanary

Ignatius }} Phantom

Bio [Min of 5 Sentences please]:
It is quite unusual how one day you have nothing and no one, then all of a sudden you find your way to the place you will forever call home, full of others like yourself, all different but no less alive and real. Born with a smoke tinged white pelt and burning amber eyes, Ignatius started life alone, abandoned when he was barely old enough to fend for himself and left to spend his days wondering from place to place unable to find one he could call his, never staying anywhere for more than a day or two he met many on his travels but made no connections. That all changed when he heard stories of Renegade Regime and decided to seek them out to learn more, he now lives among their ranks as a guider, having picked up an overflowing knowledge of herbs during his younger days. There is much to know about this tom if you are to fully understand him, though learning it all is a challenge in itself, a challenge that many are not equipped to take on.

Rank: Guider

(This will be updated more once I RP him a little)

CADET BREASAL }} Honeystorm
Once much like her mother, soft and sweet with a pure heart of gold, the poison messed up her mind less than her body. She gets terrible migraines and spells of dizziness and vertigo that leave her in an almost constant state of pain. This has affected her mentally as well, the gentleness fading into one who is defensive and snappy, and after a certain point, cats have stopped being sympathetic to the pain she feels, unable to understand just how debilitating it is. A white she-cat with russet undercoat that gives her an almost pinkish appearance, swirls of warm auburn written across the bottom of her jaw, down her throat and trailing along her belly. Her eyes are her father's sky blue, gilded flecks appearing in the darkness of night. Daughter of Kyros & Idylla.
Mercenary Cadet

you got rid of the 5 sentence requirement right

DEFIANT }} komiharu
A burly tom with light brown fur, and green eyes. Incredibly muscular, almost to an off-putting degree, and so physically intimidating that he finds it hard to make friends. Extremely sensitive and easily upset, sometimes unable to even hunt due to not wanting to kill. Incredibly protective of his friends, and of the Regime as a whole. Came to the Regime after his mate died. Has two children, Kuini and Koa.


CHEDDAR-TYKE }} komiharu
A pale ginger and white tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Fun-loving and extroverted, Cheddar is the life party and often tires out those around her with her shenanigans. Doesn't often think before she speaks, and ends up putting her foot in her mouth.
rank : tyke


KUINI-TYKE }} komiharu
A dark brown she-cat with amber eyes. Shy and easily startled, Kuini prefers to keep to herself. Having inherited her father's impressive fighting skills, she hopes to one day become the greatest mercenary in the Regime. Came to the Regime with her father Defiant and her brother Koa.
rank : tyke