SIREN ROLEPLAYED BY PAOGIRL18
A song, sweet and lovely floats through the air entrapping all who hear it. The melody unfamiliar, yet draws you in. The lyrics promise you love, wonder and all you can desire, but all you find is death and despair. That voice, so lovely as it is, belongs to Siren. Fur dark as the storm cloud above and eyes as green as seaweed, she is beauty in a bottle wrapped up with a deadly personality. The Greeks had no idea that their tale from so long ago would still hold true to today; but here she is, standing as beautiful as the old tales with a voice that pulls you in and just as vicious as those in the story. Siren holds her head high, knowing she is beautiful, using her voice and appearance to pull everyone towards her and show just how deadly a cat can be. She holds loyal to her clan and her family. She acts as their defender and their backup but she expects them to care for themselves. This sweet appearing cat isn't afraid to raise her claws or to take a scratch. She's as tough as the rest of them, unwilling to back down, but she knows her place; one within Absum Lux. Beautiful dark grey fur hides her true personality, one of dry humor and deadly mirth. A personality that no tom may ever find as appealing as her appearance or voice, but that never stops them from falling for her into towards theirown demise. This temptress acts sweet and kind until you've fallen into the water, then the harsh waves erupt and show you who she really is. A cat that lies, kills and threatens. One who is loyal to her family and clan. A she-cat only after the best, that leaves all the rest, unworthy and not worth her time, within the harsh waves. Siren is only kind to her kits and brother and even then they still receive her sense of dry humor and sarcastic wit, but they still have her kindness and love. Heaven forbid you mess with them. While any she-cat is protective of their kits, but this she-cat, Siren, will down right murder you for merely laying a paw on one of hers. Though, she still expects them to face their own battles but she can't just allow just anyone to attack her family.
Charged

Added myself

POLYPHEMUS-KEDI
A rather large brown tabby tom with one piercing yellow eye. When Polyphemus was born, he was doomed for failure and death. The last born of his litter, the smallest, and the only one with a disability. Sometimes he will lie and tell the sucklings that he lost his right eye in battle, but in reality he was not born with it. Where his optic organ is supposed to be there is only an empty crevasse. He was written off from the start as the smallest and weakest, no one really giving him a chance to prove his worth. Where he was born with lackluster sight, he was given extraordinary scent. Polyphemus is the best tracker you will find. He can smell anything, doesn’t matter what or how far it is. Polyphemus worked his tail off to be recognized as more than his disability. He is a daring and reckless tom, often being the one to make some kind of mischief. He thrives off of attention, good or bad. Being a social by nature, Polyphemus has many friends. He finds himself to be quite popular with she-cats and toms alike, but he has no interest in families or love- he wants to make a name for himself in honor and glory rather than as a family tom. He's not often found doing leisure activities besides the occasional bath from his mother or siblings. He has a great fascination about outside groups and the warrior cat clans. He one day wants to make a journey visiting the outside, but he doesn’t know how to convey that to his mother Siren, or siblings Echidna, Typhoon, and Lamida.
Suckling -born from Siren.

I gotcha. c: Adding the suckling now.

Adding.

Found all my characters and readding them. <3

BELLE-KEPA ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORm
Sometimes the past comes back to haunt you. And sometimes, the past is in the form of a cute little tabby kitten whose name is Belle and may or may not be related to Narcissus. As it is, the little kitten, identical to Jezebelle save for one midnight blue, almost black, eye, is absurdly annoying. She's mischievous and troublesome, and a just a bit too chatty for anyone to reasonably want to deal with. Unfortunately for Jezi, the little she-cat has taken to her. Of course, that is probably the understatement of the century. Belle for what it's worth, is obsessed with her namesake, and ever since being ditched by Narcissus in joining Absum Lux, she's never seemed to want to leave the poor General alone, always trying to mimic her, and hoping to one day follow in her pawsteps. Hopefully Jezi's sanity remains intact. Good luck, you'll need it.
Tyro

SUBJECT ZERO ( ZERO ) ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
Gray lines cascade over a skeletal frame, fur pale with a sickly gray tint to it, as though he were dead on his paws, reanimated for some ghastly purpose, or by someone's mistake. In some ways this is true, as before he arrived in Toxicity, he often walked the line between life and death, swaying to and fro in a dark game, never able to have the sweet release of death, nor able to give his life any meaning or learn new things. Until he met /her/. She was young, perhaps only a few moons younger than him, but easily surpassing him in size and strength. She, Sayaka as he later found out, gave him a choice. She could end his miserable existence, free him of his suffering once and for all, or she could make him stronger than he'd ever been, free him of the sickness that clung to his pelt and give him the life he never had, at a price, of course. He'd have to serve her until the end of his days, loyal to her and her alone, unable to argue should she command something of him. The choice had seemed obvious. He chose life, and she took him to Toxicity, to their healer, giving him a new name and a new existence. Subject Zero, or Zero as it was sometimes shortened to.He got better during that time, joined Toxicity, and learned his savior's name, and of her nature, though only what could be said by word of mouth. Sayaka didn't visit him much until he was better, but the moment he'd been cleared to enter the Gladiator's den, she was there, taking him out into the territory and teaching him. He never grew large or obviously muscular, retaining his small, deathly looking frame. But she knew the strength beneath his paws despite such an underwhelming appearance, his eyes bright blue, electric and sparking where they'd once been dull and lifeless.But it wasn't allgood, though he became strong and knowledgeable, and he quickly learned that disobedience or failure weren't an option in her presence. But he'd made a promise, she'd saved his life, so he endured her punishments, her experiments, her orders, anything she thought of him to be tasked with. And he always will, until the end of time, for she gave him everything, and she could just as easily take it all away again.
Luminary

AKAMU ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
Akamu is a large MaineCoon tom with deep copper eyes. He has a white undercoat shaded with a vibrant rust color along his spine that fades as it travels down his body, to his paws which are a pale, creamy shade not unlike the stain blood would leave on a pristine white pelt after the substance has initially been washed away. Taller than even his mother, Sayaka, who never payed him much mind, he certainly has a personality to match. Energetic and boisterous, it's not just his size and coloring that stand out among the colors of the creeping growth and decrepit buildings. He is spirited, and has a tendency to be a bit louder than he should, whether it be his thunderous paws on cracked ground, or split the night with a loud laugh. He can almost always bring a smile to his face for the light-less group and is genuinely kind, though fierce in battle and extremely loyal. Sometimes, despite this, however, he can be misconstrued as vain or of acting superior to others, due largely to the fact he has to physically look down to meet others' eyes, standing well above many of them, and partly due to his heritage as the son of Sayaka, who is known to treat others as inferior and place little value on others' lives. But truthfully, he tends to shy away from his mother and older siblings, for precisely the reasons people judge him. He is a staunch believer that if he is to get anywhere in life, like perhaps Heda one day, that itwon't be riding on his history as being related to the Toxicity Strategos, Orzora, but by his own merits, and that he is not superior to others merely because of such relation. That's not to say he's not proud of his relation to the kit sized leader, merely that he won't let the late she-cat's reign define him. Ultimately, he is a cat who wants nothing more than the best for the group he was born, and will do all in his power to serve them faithfully.
Combatant

EMPYREAN ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
A stunning Russian blue she-cat with a gorgeous constant darkened Russian blue shine. She has gorgeous grey swirled markings across her pelt that look like the nights snow swirled in delicate and divine patterns by a cold evening wind. She has a beautiful light grey crescent moon shape on her chest with grey eclipsed spots underneath her eyes, three under each of her baby blue eyes. Daughter of Seraph, a former Slayer, and niece to Orzora, former Chief of Toxicity.
Combatant

IRE ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
They failed. Formerly a kittypet with her littermate Rancor, they were utterly humiliated in the trial, each managing to fail only moments after it had begun, truly inept at fighting, though Ire lasted a few heartbeats longer than her brother. Residing now as a Charged, she stubbornly refuses to take a mate and have kittens, focusing all the time she's not forced to care for the Nurslings on bettering herself, holding out the hope that one day, one day, she'll be strong enough to earn her place among the proper ranks of Absum Lux. She didn't leave her housefolk just to be a second-class citizen, and her anger fuels her drive to one day stand where the first leader of Absum Lux, Octavia stood, leading the cats without light. Ire, her kittypet name long-since cast aside, is a pretty calico with thick, shaggy fur of golden and black patches on a canvas of white, with sharp golden eyes.
Combatant

KANYA ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
At first, she appears fairly normal, with pretty, thick gray fur, faded like frost at the tips, though she is larger than is typical of most cats. Her eyes are a bright color, with paler flecks, giving her eyes a frosted glaze much like her pelt. It all seems alright, at least until she opens her mouth. Kanya has no tongue. For a while, she did, and the members of Absum Lux can attest to that fact. However, one day, she just stopped talking, still but a Suckling. It wasn't until a while later cats realized she couldn't actually talk. Instead, she just smiled, attempting to convey her words through gestures and body language, hiding the fact she was any different other than seemingly having no desire to speak anymore. No one really knows how it happened, but when you consider her family, it might make a bit more sense. Her father is Caulan, son of Sayaka, who left Absum Lux for Primal Instinct. He had kits, and of course Sayaka found him. Her grandmother one day stole her, and she's been with Absum Lux ever since. All she is is a bargaining chip to the patched silver tabby, a way to keep her waywards son on a tight leash, and Kanya's powerless to stop it. Despite the inability to speak, Kanya is quite a polite feline, humble, trying to please her relatives. However, she can't stand to be underestimated, easily able to get to the point of being violent from her anger. All in all, she's quite a skilled feline, and would make a nice friend, if given the chance, though one should be wary of making an enemy of her. Claws can hurt as much as words.
Combatant

RENAUD ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
Small. Miniature. Tiny. All accurate, yet all couldn't be further from the truth. True, Renaud has a small stature, smaller even, than the youngest rookie. Kitten sized, he stopped growing around three moons or so, and hardly appears threatening at first glance. Huge amber eyes and fluffy gray and white fur, he had a... youthfullness to him, that really allows him to get away with things at times, since cats not apart of Toxicity don't know that he isn't actually a kitten. Of course, for as small as he is, he has a rather large presence, seeming to fill the empty space around him and draw all eyes to his diminutive frame, seeming unperturbed by the lack of size, even though his siblings are far, far, larger than him in regards to size, being MaineCoon in breed, the genes seemed to pass over him. His mother informed him that Orzora, his great grandmother, was exactly the same, a kitten sized she-cat, and yet she became Strategos, so he never really had anything to fear, except his mother's wrath, perhaps. He has a god complex, not only expecting cats, but forcing them by any means necessary, to listen to him. He's the born leader to this world, his line deities meant to be obeyed without question, his mother most of all. This tom doesn't get in trouble with his mother, listening to her words and taking them as the truth, whether or not they really are, is another matter. Manipulative, he's not psychopathic, just arrogant and enjoys being the center of attention.
Combatant

RONAT ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
A seal point Siamese she-cat with icy blue eyes. Daughter of Sayaka, and great-granddaughter to Orzora, a former Chief of Toxicity. Cold, aloof, and overall very distant from others, as she feels like everyone will just leave her... eventually.
Combatant

SAYAKA ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
Manipulative. Educated. Apathetic. Charming. Ambitious. //Psychopath//. It was obvious even from the start she was off. She never really... connected with anyone, even her family. Sayaka quickly made friends, she was charming, ambitious, and pretty, but she never stayed with them for long, quickly switching to the next enticing encounter. She was quick to belittle others, humiliate and use them for her own purposes. Her loyalties seemed to lie with whomever had caught her eye, but it never lasted and she left behind broken promises and confused faces. Sayaka was always sure of herself, never afraid or worried for things to come, and no challenge was to big or too hard to conquer. While some would empathize with another injured being, she knew what they were feeling and used it as a way to further herself. Those around her are her pawns, to be used and thrown away to further her goals, and any mistakes they make are intolerable, they must be /perfect/. As she grew, she became seemingly more empathetic, charming, and helpful, but only to make herself look better. Much of what this she-cat says is a lie, twisting words and situations for attention. If you asked around, you might here about her loyalty to Toxicity and it's Strategos, but her loyalties only lie with whoever it's convenient. She overwhelmingly resents authority, as she's the only authority they ought to answer to in her mind, she's superior to them and she is always right, no matter what. Unlike other cats, she's totally apathetic, having no interest or concern of others and their morals or laws. Narcissistic and arrogant, she values herself highly, everyone else is worthless and weak. A full blown Psychopath, with a mind directed at obtaining power, the rush of control, dehumanizing those around her, making worthless promises, with no remorse or shame for anything she does. Her mind works differently than those around her. Sayaka is an actress if you will, feigning emotion and consideration, with little need for sleep and a lowered, if existent perception of pain, and thriving off of violence and pressure, rage is the only emotion she has the ability to feel, though it's often short-lived and she goes back to her eerily calm and charming demeanor, pleasant to be around. She's extremely relaxed and laid back due to being unable to feel emotion, drawing in those around her. She's defiant, competitive, persuasive, and demanding, following her own rules, no matter what she's told otherwise, no hesitation to manipulate or kill those who stand in her way. This Psychopathic MaineCoon she-cat has a long and beautiful patched silver tabby pelt comprised of silver, ginger, and black, her underbelly, legs, chest and up to her muzzle are all white, with a slight patch of ginger scattered around her nose and magnificent, golden amber eyes. Beyond the facade there's so much more to see of her, dark, cruel things. She's hard to miss, hard to avoid, and impossible to trust.
Combatant

SUBJECT ONE ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
Darkness. That's his whole world. Once upon a kitten-hood however, this wasn't the case. It was practically a lifetime ago. Born to an unknown mother with a father who seemed glad to ruin Sayaka's life, One always knew he was inadequate. How could he not? He was told from day one that he owed his life to another for keeping him alive, despite the fact she forced him to consume strange substances that made him sick in almost every way. Vomiting? Often bloody. Breathing? Half the time he couldn't. Not until she gave him what she called the 'Antidote' to whatever particular poison he'd ingested. The constant barrage of being told he was beneath everyone, only to be useful as Sayaka saw fit. It was enough to drive was mad, and indeed, he walks the edge between snapping entirely, stepping closer, and closer as time wears on. He often gets violent, not with his 'family' because he's long since learned that the punishment simply isn't worth it, but with everyone around him. He lashes out ferociously, a glint of madness in his eyes. Though that is the only things that shine in them. You see, after ingesting herb upon herb that brought him to the brink of death, Subject One began to notice his vision go fuzzy and dim, a result. By the time he became a rookie, it had progressed to such an extent that he could barely distinguish shapes, only really being able to tell day from night, and even that ability was taken by the time he became a 'Gladiator' though he consistently will comment on the farce that he is truly a part of Toxicity. For isn't he merely a pawn to be played by Sayaka? Beneath the rest, to be discarded when no longer useful? You better watch out for the dull blue eyes and brown tabby fur, because either you can never truly know when he'll finally snap, killing everything in his path, especially the cats around him who he's not able to touch for fear of 'punishment'.
Combatant

RANCOR ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
They failed. Formerly a kittypet with his littermate Ire, they were utterly humiliated in the trial, each managing to fail only moments after it had begun, truly inept at fighting, though Ire lasted a few heartbeats longer than he, something that leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. Whereas Ire became angry, his energy fueled into hatred. She desires to one day earn her place, but he now dreams of one day destroying the newly formed group. He's snappy and disobedient, but unfortunately, not nearly strong enough to prevent them from forcing his paw to whatever they'd like him to do, particularly being a training dummy for his constant trouble and inability to fight. One day, he plans to crush the group beneath his paws, but for that, he has to actually be able to fight, which is a long, long, way in the future for him. Rancor is covered in scars, both new and old, his pelt pale grey and short, with darker points around his face and tail, and green eyes.
Charged

ZITHRI ROLEPLAYED BY HONEYSTORM
Toned body, pelt of the richest golden bronze with Bengal rosettes dotting his lithe, tall body. Gilded eyes of sage peer out at the world from his regal frame emotions flickering brightly, blatantly across them, the tom, despite his appearance, seemingly incapable of hiding any sort of feeling or secret within those depths. No one knows exactly where he comes from, or how old he really is, and it's hard to pinpoint exactly when he became noticed, but it seems to be common knowledge that his parents died when he was a tyro, not a few moons prior to his Trial, and the tom failed as a result of said grief, freezing up at the dangers he faced and nearly getting himself killed in the process. Now living as a Charged, the tom is forced to deal with the shame of his failure, inwardly striving to one day overcome such shame and rise to the rank of Combatant. Seeing him grow, become stronger, smarter, more than his past and more than other's opinions of him, it's easy to guess that when he attempts it all again, he will pass with flying colors. But even so, there are doubts. That fearfulness that burns in his eyes at the mention of war, his loose tongue that is incapable of keeping a secret, and that too caring attitude and insecurity that will only get him killed. Can he really make it? Or will he crumble once again, giving up and simply accepting his own inadequacy, despite the fact that it's clear, to all but him, that if he were able to push past it all, he has a very real shot of attaining his goal? We'll just have to wait and see.
Charged

I believe everyone's on the page!

Many think this large, long-haired gray karpati mutation she-cat with a black 'mask' and mismatched copper and gold eyes is a ditz. Constantly stumbling or falling over for no reason and laughing. But in truth she laughs to hide her frustration. Because if she doesn't laugh she'll cry. Born with impaired balance she struggles to do simple things like jump or run. With no mother figure to speak of her only her identical sisters, Najila and Ahelia. Both sruggling with their own impairments. It meant little comfort towards her own short-comings. Kind words hard to find and only harsh glances spared towards her pitiful attempts at fitting in with the others.

Ripple-Kedi ROLEPLAYED BY WOLVES
Ripple is an auburn she-cat with dark red ripples and light green eyes. She a quiet, careful, light she-cat who is really reserved. She is the daughter of Aria and an unknown Tom as well as the older sister of Drip. She was born in Absum Lux and couldn't think of a better place to live.
Suckling

HAWK ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
The sound of large wings beating in the night. A hawk soars high above carving a path for the cat below. While Hawk looks to the sky for guidance through the beautiful walk of life. Even though he is the middle child he seems him as one of the protectors among his siblings. Like the hawk he has a problem with taking on too many responsibilities. He works hard to fulfill his purpose in life. Which awakens his creative side chasing way the daily stress of mundane tasks. Taking the appearance of a hawk. His fur is a similar brown marked with black war paint. His eyes are same bright yellow that catch you in a trance. His paws are armed with powerful claws which he jokes are like Hawk talons.
Combatant 


KISSA ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
Tiny, delicate, dainty, cunning, ambitious, and resourceful. All of these words describe what most would expect from the daughter of the Chief Chimera. Kissa was the born the turn of Chief Chimera’s one and only litter. Making her a tiny white she-cat that gets underestimated. She puts on a playful and friendly mask with a sly smile, and a hidden gleam in her golden yellow eyes. Once you become closer to her. She isn’t what she appears to be. She is more a small fire that is barely being contained from turning into a raging inferno. Her mother claimed she had the heart of a lion, but the strength of a tiger. Like a lion she is brave, courageous, and wise. On the other hand she has the strength and beauty of a tiger prowling through the jungle for its next victim. Ever since she was a small kit she has had an eager for learning, but she never learned from her mistakes. Giving her the title as the difficult one out of her litter. She has been a headache for her mother when it came to getting past her stubborn ways. She does have an explosive temper when she doesn't get her way. She adores her mother Chimera and her father Spade and siblings Medusa, Batholomew, Fenrir, and Castor. But over the years has found herself to be the only one left of the little family.
Combatant



AKATOSH ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your bed every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread." (Russian Sleep Experiment). Dark as the night sky; ever changing as the moon. Eyes as cold as the stars twinkling in the twilight. Treading between the realms of light and darkness. Hiding, creeping, and spying from the shadows of time. Flourishing under the light of the moon. Akatosh is the gate to a different realm of being. This tall tom has the slender built of a she-cat and appears to be the mixture of two different cats. He is black like the night sky with splashes of ivory dapple like the stars in twilight. His fur is plush, thick and looks quite messy. His paws are small and delicate armed with razor sharp claws. Cold piercing eyes shine like crystal shards. One cold ocean blue like his mother Nova. It rivals the old ice bridge from the Former Toxicity territory. The other a yellowish-green like his father Deal's. Yet it has a deep fire that burns within causing it to melt from the cold amber to the warm leaf green.They both cut through the souls and hearts of those who appose him. Twin souls(personalities) named Auriel and Lorkhan battle for eternity in the locked cage of Akatosh's mind. They strive for the key that powers Akatosh's thoughts. The fear stricken eyes of Auriel peer out from the depths of the darkness. As the invisible force of Lorkhan reaches out to pull Auriel into the unpending doom.Lokahan slowly taking Auriel from Akatosh's consciousness mind. Lorkhan's soul was born in the darkness of Primal Instinct.After Akatosh was born to his mother Nova the Shaman of PI. He wouldn't flourish for long for he would become dormant due to Akatosh short stay in PI. Lorkhan grew in power later after Akatosh joined Toxicity which was close to his original roots. Lorkhan is known as the Trickster. Most don't look to kindly to Akatosh when this personality appears. He is known to be ruthless, bloodthirsty, and ambitious. He is always seeking for the revenge to end his mother's life for dumping him in Dayclan. Which led to Akatosh giving up on the overseer position to pursue his revenge on his mother. He didn't catch up with Toxicity until they had moved to the city and became Absum Lux. On the opposite side there is Auriel who was born in the lightness of Dayclan. Auriel grew weaker in his power shortly after Akatosh joined Toxicity. Auriel often speaks in riddles. He has a strong sense of high awareness to the world around him. He pays attention to the more finer details of life. Being the observing cat he is he strives for knowledge. He makes it a point to get to know everything about a cat even if he hasn't talked to them once. He thinks before he acts and looks for the greater good in situations. His loyalty is only to himself and only offers his services of loyalty for a hefty price.
Luminary ? (He was a Luminary the last time I had him in the group) 

APOTHECARY ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
A gray tabby with a torn ear and bright blue eyes. His appearance isn't that flamboyant, except for the grin that usually dominates his expression. Apothecary is cheerful, optimistic, and usually acts like everything is okay in the world. He's humble. But Apothecary is a coward, and he desperately fears losing his loved ones. He is constantly manipulated by his brother Messenger, who uses his fears to his advantage. The main problem is that he still loves Messenger dearly and would be willing to do anything for him without the added pressure and manipulation he receives. Apothecary is fascinated by history, and seeks to gain more knowledge. He wants love, and kits, but for now he is content with the kin he has.


MESSENGER ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
Similar in appearance to his brother Apothecary, Messenger is a gray tabby with green eyes. He is muscular and strong, bold and confident. Messenger is manipulative and controlling, always getting the best out of a situation. He even manipulates his poor brother to do the dirty work for him. He craves power, loves it, wants more. There isn't enough power in the world to soothe his want. He's cocky and arrogant. Secretly, Messenger fears being alone; he wants love, he wants his brother, Absum Lux's support. But he struggles to give in to this simple desire. His lust for power is too much.
Combatant

MOCKER ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
Go back a few moons, and you find yourself watching a beautiful ginger she-cat and her three kits. Make that two; the third had a white pelt, and that would stick out against the undergrowth. One bite will fix that problem. Fast forward a moon, and she's forcing them to fight against each other. The fight is brutal, and when the fighting stops, both are heavily injured. An angry hiss and fierce bite; only one kit remains. The little kit challenges her mother, and she claws her daughter before stalking away, presuming her dead. But she's far from it. The four-moon old kit is found by Toxicity, and taken in to be raised by the clan. When she reaches the age to become a rookie, she leaves, just for a day. She tracks down her mother and kills her. But with the blood of her mother soaking her paws, she feels nothing. Nothing but the feeling that something has changed within When she returned to the clan, the cat was made gladiator. Her name was Mocker. Mocker is a solid gray she-cat with honey-gold eyes and a scar marring her face. It ruins all of her chances of having good looks; instead, she's very ugly, and her fierce, unsmiling expression certainly doesn't help. She rarely smiles, rarely shows any sign of happiness at all. She works methodically with little reaction, as if she doesn't care if her clan survives or not. She isn't a mother. She doesn't reassure a suckling; instead, they're lucky if she doesn't speak. Mocker's voice is gruff and raspy, and her words are grim. Don't expect comfort; if you get something that you find comforting, there is something seriously wrong with Mocker. She is not a kind cat, nor is she considerate. But she makes up for her severe lack of social skills with her knowledge of hunting. If a cat knows a hunting technique, chances are she does too.
Combatant

QUEEN ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
Cocky. Arrogant. Beautiful. Entrancing. Powerful. Queen takes after her name; she's beautiful, keen, intrepid, and regal. Slightly smaller than average, she is not an imposing figure, but something about her is royal and provides caution. Maybe it's those deceitfully innocent clear blue eyes; maybe its her long white fur; the pale gray plumes of her tail; or the complex tan-and-black pattern on her face. Perhaps its the fact that those slim ivory claws took the life of her sister when she dared threaten her, or the fangs that ripped the life from her father. It could be her soft, alluring voice, drawing you in and keeping you close, wrapped manipulatively around her paw. She could save you or end you with a simple flick or blink. Maybe that is what makes her so appealing; her graceful, lithe body, and the danger surrounding it. The trust and loyalty you may offer her, only to be betrayed. Her face may well be the last you see, but is such a beauty such a bad image to see?
Combatant


THANE ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
Thane, like everyone, figures into the middle zone, straddles and balances it better than most. He serves his king, his leader, his Strategos, and worships at their paws. He is a humble slave, never to rise above the lowly ranks he finds himself him. But that's okay. He doesn't want to be studied that closely, looked upon with such curiosity as to his intent. He's content to creep along beside the spotlight. He isn't shy, simply hidden. The humble servant. He does his best to keep close to those in power, inch in paw and paw until they find him to be a trusted ally. And there he rests comfortably at their shoulder, out of the limelight but with the strength he needs. He does what is necessary; if he hears of a threat to his group or to the Stratego, his King or his Queen, he will take it as his duty to eliminate that thread. Is he a bad cat? That's a peculiar question. How can one judge the goodness of a colleague, much less himself? Yes, he's a killer. Many cats are, when it boils down to it. Why risk your life when you can take someone else's? But he only kills in service to his King or Queen; doesn't that make him a hero, as noble as any knight? Or is there a double standard there? If you kill for a cat who claims to be pure, it's valiant, but if you kill for one that is less inclined to hiding their true self, it's simply an act of cold blood? That hardly makes sense, now does it? No, but somehow that's the way the world works. He, who kills for an impure King, is labeled a murderer and a failure, a piece of trash. But if he were to work for a clan cat, who lies and says she is pure of intent and of heart, he would be good?To work for a liar rather than someone that tells the truth? That hardly makes sense. Clan cats value the truth, and yet they can't tell when they're being lied to. Thane knows.He can read lies easily, pick them out of a crowd and cry out in triumph once he's plucked them. That's what he likes about Toxicity. Everyone is always lying to each other, and everybody knows it, and sometimes they call it, but more often than not they simply don't care. He delights in this game of chances and choices. To tell or not to tell? To lie or not to lie? To call someone out or to keep it a secret? To expose a secret or keep it? You never know what will happen with the untrustworthy yet loyal cats of his group, and he loves the chaos devotedly. Never dejected, never bored; there's always a secret to tell or a lie to spread, news to keep close and false webs to spin. He can come up with any story and spread it like fire. Oh, you know how those two cats were together that one time, for a hunting patrol? She's pregnant now, and he has a mate. Awkward. That tom there is dying and he doesn't even know it. Oh, the tales to tell! Nobody believes him, of course, but it's great fun when idle. Over time his lies become more and more eccentric. Those kits are not pure-blooded -- they're half wolf and half mouse! They simply appear to be mice! Of course, his whole personality isn't the joker and the servant. He's also the quiet religious cat, the one that believes in the Dark Forest and that it has a home for him. He can snap into a serious mode at any moment, praying to the Dark Forest to release him from his vows or to aid him a quest. In exchange, he'll send a life their way, a sacrifice. Just a little bit more blood on his paws, earning him a spot among them.That's his secret agenda; assuring his future once he has died. He doesn't care that much about the living. Everything is a bribe, to keep him in good standing with other cats or to gain him entrance to the Dark Forest he craves to join. If a cat is upset with him, he'll bring them prey; not to poison them, but to try to make them friends again, so that he can continue to exist and set up his death-plan. He doesn't want to be murdered too early, after all. Funnily enough, a legacy never occurred to him. Not once did Thane stop to think about having kits or a mate. He would be blindsided by such a request -- not to say he'd say no. He could certainly help a mate gain passage along with him. Less lonely then, after all. Thane is the quiet, calm servant, with delightfully odd stories, bloody paws, and an urge to die. Thane is a tall grey tabby tom, long shaggy pelt. thick black stripes litter his back. He has a white chest and no markings his face beside a long white streak going across his right eye mimicking a scar. Under his long shaggy coat he has powerful muscles and a lithe frame.He has large white powerful paws and dark amber eyes.
Luminary (Idk if he could be a Luminary too? He's honestly an extremely old cat and was the first Overseer I rped for Toxicity) 


WULFRIC ROLEPLAYED BY OCEANIX
As you come into this world, something else is also born. You begin your life, and it begins a journey towards you. It moves slowly, but it never stops. Wherever you go, whatever path you take, it will follow. Never faster, never slower. Always coming. You will run, it will walk. You will rest, it will not. One day, you will linger in the same place too long. You will sit too still or sleep too deep. And when, too late, you will rise to go and you will notice a second shadow next to yours. Your life will then be over"(The Doctor). There is something strange about Wulfric that you can't find in most Toxicity cats. Maybe its his appearance that give other cats that feeling. Wulfric is a strange looking cat which make a lot of cats stay away from him. Wulfric is known as a Lykoi breed. He bears a small skinny frame and stature giving him a not very all over threatening appearance. He has piercing honey colored eyes. He has white fur with a grey black and tail. He has a grey mask on his face that covers his ears and a distinct marble color nose. He has a wolfish appearance which has given his name Wulfric. Rumors swirled around Toxicity when him and his brother Wilhelm first appeared as small kits. It was said that they were brother half-dead and came back from the dead.As he grew up He became sly like a fox and learned to morph his personality to gain others trust. If you first glance at his face you will see the innocence of a lamb, but the next time you glance at him. The twin moons will be full of hidden messages, and unknown secrets and will take the appearance of a fox. When he is spying on the clans his eyes will take on a the innocence of a lamb. Just staring into those honey colored eyes, something about them will cause you to trust him. Next thing you know you've spilled all of your secrets and are wrapped right around his paw. Due to this beautiful talent of his and his sugar like voice.He was picked out of a line up of cats to become a spy for Renegade Regime. He gained a job for something that he was good at.Now for a living he is lurking, creeping, and stalking the shadows of others. Hiding in the shadows like the thief he is. He believes that Clan cats are fun to toy with. He does do side jobs when he has time for them but they come at a price. For hefty price he is willing to do secret jobs for other cats that are not part of his own group. He could black mail that cat that has crossed your path wrong. Or assassinate that cheating lover. Over the years he had a fall out with his brother when he thought his brother took on a lesser worthy path of a Raiser when they we Cadets. Their relationship has been in shambles ever since. They both joined Toxicity to get away from the increasing power of the Regime.
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