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Sometimes it's not the people who change, but the mask that falls off. Sasha was born in a monarchy, the monarchy that laid the foundations to Brookclan today. Driven from the home before he could experience any of it though, fleeing certain death at the claws of Alexei, the Tsar who stole his father Aiden's crown. Left to start life as a loner alongside his siblings, experiencing the cold gnawing hunger, and freezing winter nights with little shelter. Until they found Brookclan, the old Brookclan. Their father worked his way to power, and with his influence used the clan to take back his birthright. Sasha was offered the right to take the throne after his father and he turned it down. Not desiring the hassle of the throne, thought fierce and clever enough to hold it he thought it restrictive. His brother Viktor turned down the throne because he felt himself unsuited, Sasha couldn't help but agree. Rasputin their youngest brother was never offered the throne. Leaving his sister Anastasia with it, leaving his sister Anastasia to invade the monarchy, and merge it with Brookclan, to make it what it is today. Sasha wasn't around for that though, wasn't around for Rasputin's betrayal and attempted assassination against their sister, and murder of their father. Sasha saw the change come, say the future rebellions, and inter-fighting; and well he had more loyalty to his own survival than to his siblings. A sleek black furred tom with burning amber eyes, his mind is always multiples steps ahead, always thinking towards the future. Often caught up in his own thoughts and contemplation. Snarky, and mocking affectionate it's hard to really understand if Sasha hates you or likes you. Uncle to Anastasia's kits ; Petra, Raine, Nadine, Grigoriy, and Finn. Father to Gullimae, Salieri, Amadeus, Daedalus.
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"screaming out so loud, but my words don't make a sound"
Life is such a cruel game, one that crushes it's players with little regard. Marchosais is not a tom who carries a tragic backstory, there were no murders witnessed in his adolescence. No deep betrayals that scared him so deeply trust became impossible to find. Though the concept of trust is still something he has a poor grasp on. Either trusting to much to readily or not enough. Born to a rouge mother and father, a pair that managed to bare and raise 7 kits without loosing even one. An impressive feat, one that would be just as impressive among that clans as well or within a group. Marchosais was always one of the more outspoken kits, possessing big dreams and lofty goals. Ones that his siblings shot down and mocked him for, but he is a stubborn tom and one who does not let go easily. He clawed and struggled his way to success time and time again in every aspiration until perhaps it went to his head. Easily upset when things don't turn out how he wanted them to and prone to petty fits and outburst to express this emotion rather than dealing with it in a civilized manner. Rules are not something he ever conforms to and he tests his limits almost constantly, which means injuries are not uncommon to spot on the tom as he works out his hypotheses through trial and error. He finds knowledge and secrets where he can and projects emotions as easily as a ballet dancer filling their role. Emotions are things to be used and discarded rather than carried around at all times. Connections things to be made for immediate use and then forgotten so as to not get tangled within them. The only ties Marchosais allows himself to keep with him are those that tie him to the ones he loves. But even those he can confidently cut loose at the first sign they may not benefit him in the long run.
Look do you see your card, do you see your fate and future? Well watch closely because Houdini is going to make it disappear. A fascinating magic trick or a cruel prank. I suppose it depends on what your future held. Either way Houdini has entered your focus and you'll never get it back. He takes and takes, to greedy to leave anything untouched by him. When one promises themselves to Houdini he only allows them to dedicate themselves to him. They should be able to focus on anyone other than him.He demands devotion and an audience. Cunningly manipulative Houdini is at his best when he is pulling others strings. But when words fail him he is not shy of resorting to violence to get his way. A tactic he resorted to when raising his first litter, pushing them towards greatness. Punishing them when standards were not met and encouraging the behavior of sharks that had sensed blood in the water when one of their siblings showed a weakness. When they drop away from him there is no love lost for Houdini had never loved anything a day in his life. Empathy an emotion that has never been within his grasp. Only a wicked sense of showmanship that has him flouncing about like the beauty he is. Come to his show and discover the magic he holds.
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—dancing around in the rain again. playing with the flowers I picked myself because I know they won't come from anybody else.— Some like being told what to do, a set path with the steps needed to be taken laid out in front of them. A path written in the stars and a story with the end already predetermined. This tom is not one of them, no he was born with a young wild fire inside him, a wild sort of recklessness that carried him from one great story to the next. Tumbling from tale to tale and adding his words into others written stories, steps that trotted across every others pressed steps. Causing storms in his wake with a cheeky grin and a sort of cocky self-assurance that had him feeling untouchable. Until the day this disregard came to kick him in the gut, ripping his heart from his chest and leaving it to gather dust forgotten as it was on the ground. They say being young makes you dumb and they are not wrong, for the biggest mistake in his life came from a youth of dumb and reckless actions. You don't know what you have until it rips itself away from you. —took this pain inside of me turned it into gold— Days after his heart shattered and fell to pieces from his chest he went on a foolish quest, a pointless journey to try and take his mind of things. To try and affirm to himself his own worth and perhaps ignore the urge to beg for forgiveness, or to get his thoughts in order. His head wasn't clear at the time and when asked what pushed him to make the choices he did he can never quite answer. It ended with him on the loosing end of a fight with a badger, one he lost so poorly he was on deaths door. While there he received a dream from starclan, telling him of a brighter future, painting a pretty picture of a position where he could help others and forget his own heartbreak. So when he woke up to the medicine cat he told them of his dream and set himself on a new path. It was all lies though, because no matter how much the dead tell him he deserves this Writtenlullaby still carries the aching pain of his missing heart with him and nothing seems to cure it except the glimpses of his first love. —said when you left I've be lost forever. will I ever be found?— He learned the duties of his new position quickly, determined to use any distraction provided to him to try and forget, to try and move on. He shined and blossomed as a medicine cat, leaving behind his young tendencies of recklessness to buckle down and focus on a higher purpose.But even with his new prestige, his new path he finds himself aching to go back again. For even with Starclan giving him a purpose Writtenlullaby is not a tom who wants his story written out for him. He is a tom who wishes to write his own ending, preferably a happier one than he seems to be working towards. A resolve hardened by one to many mistakes and an aching want. Carrying the title of medicine cat might have made others consider him more responsible but in truth Writtenlullaby has never lost his reckless regard for the path laid out in front of him.
HOMOSEXUAL MALE
MC OF MOONCLAN??
MOTHER : cloudburst
FATHER : tickingclock
MATE : forbidden
SIBLINGS : none
KITS : forbidden
RELATIONSHIPS : HENDRIX : his first love and his biggest mistake.
CODE (C) BLANKSLATE
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Ferris was a tom who was born a light in the dark. Only kit to an older she-cat he outlived her easily, and grew under her kind words. Age having softened her some said, others simply say the sight of her only kit made her kind. Either way growing under his mother as he did helped shelter Ferris from the harsh reality of the group he was born into. So much so that he entered his time as a combatant with too much innocence. Taken advantage of and pushed around he grew a thicker skin but not sharper teeth. Ferris finding distaste in hurting others simply to hurt them. The persecution of innocence one of the few things that can make the brown and white tabby tom snap and set his golden eyes ablaze. There are times he thinks he should run from his home, but it was where he was born and where his mother dedicated her life. So he stays and he weathers the storm; taking shelter when the wolves come out to play. He fell in with a bad crowd when Shae turned her eyes on him and hasn't been able to escape her grip ever since. Too dedicated to the kits he had with her to leave. Afraid of what they might become if left with only Shae to torment them. Trying to temper her cruelty with his own kindness though it is often a loosing battle. And sometimes he still thinks that perhaps he can find something good in Shae herself, no matter how foolish the thought. At times though he allows himself to fantasize of perhaps a normal life, or as normal as he can get after his experiences. Settling down with a pretty she-cat and raising kits with love and compassion. Of not fearing of making the wrong move and drawing his mate's wrath. Not afraid to speak up with his opinion. But those are silly fantasies, as he could never leave his kits.
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"do you walk in the valley of kings, the shadow of men who sold their life to a dream"
"I have never been a good soul and I never shall." Seraglio admits such things openly, for to have power one must sacrifice their sense of self. There is no place for weakness among those who rule, this lesson is one he imparts viciously without regret. There is no line to far for him to cross and no horrible deed he shall shy away from committing. The heart is a funny thing though, and even a tom as cold-blooded as Seraglio can be one over. Loneliness if a bitter wound, and sometimes the promise of relief is to tempting to resist. But death comes to everything and there is no hiding from it. A lifestyle such as his was not open to those not willing to get burned and he lost his mate; just as his heart started to open up. While his only child survived the loss of his relief against his loneliness was too much for his already fragile heart to recover from. The tom left his power behind and moved on, taking his young daughter and starting afresh. Leaving behind open wounds in those who had considered him something of a friend, or mentor. Though there were few; Seraglio showed them how easily he cuts ties. His paws have taken him many places since then, but he fought not for power but instead to keep his daughter save and give her a childhood free of pain and fear. One could not claim there was love within their relationship, because for all he cherished his only child Seraglio was still Seraglio; emotions were something he had lost touch with ages and ages ago. Dreams a distant memory and his mind not a pretty place to dwell for long. But he guards his cherished viciously; a memory of who he used to be in his deadly retaliation against any who do them wrong.
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[ half siblings. Serendipity was 8 moons old when her father went off and had an affair that resulted in Epiphany. ]
[ Epiphany searched out her father just to find him doting on Serendipity. She tried to connect with her father but he had no interest. ]
[ So Epiphany focused on her older sister and started idolizing her. Would do anything for her. ]
[ Serendipity betrayed her father who killed her kits as he didn't agree with who their father was decides to bring herself, her sister, and her sisters kits to PI ]
[ THEY ARE TWINS. IDENTICAL ALMOST EXACTLY. THE KITS IDENTIFY BOTH SHE-CATS AS THEIR 'MOTHER' ]
[ SERENDIPITY AND EPIPHANY BOTH ACCEPT THE TITLE AND WON'T SHARE WHO THE TRUE 'MOTHER IS. ]
[ THESE KITS BELONG TO EPIPHANY. ]
[ A result of a time where Epiphany was trying to prove she could be independent. It didn't work and she went back to her sister Serendipity with her new kits. ]
Dark thoughts plague even the brightest of minds, for light cannot exist without shadow. Demons don't care how pure you claim to be, it only makes your corruption, your downfall that more appealing. Silkenwraith has never had to worry about that of-course, for rather than a room of light casting out most shadows he has a mind palace full of long dark hallways and yawning caverns holding only blackness. Of-course there are rooms flush with light, but the tom must admit; most of him lies within the dark. A dying rose where only a stem full of thorns thrives with life. Green eyes are bitter gems, unpolished and glittering with sharp edges. A smile that is more often razor sharp and defensive rather than warm or welcoming. He lives his life one poorly thought out action after another; as if chasing an early grave to finally lay to rest within. An endless hunger for more lies within him; aching to be full, emptiness lying heavily within him. Unable to find anything to fill the void but making one failure of an attempt after another to try and find something that will. Grey tabby fur in a perpetual state of unrest, mussed and showing his disregard for his outward appearance. The opposite of his perfectly poised sister Goldensilk. But the two are deeply intertwined, two threads intertwined and tangled at birth; pulling apart and unwinding over time but never quite able to be pulled free without breaking. Brought into the clan when their eyes hadn't even opened yet, the assumed relative who brought them into the clan killed after refusing to conform to Sunclans ways. Two orphans, two paths, but one story. At times Silkenwraith considers killing his sister to free himself of her, but he is not a murderer who can kill his own kin with no true reason. So he suffers and he retaliates with as much venom in his bite as his sister holds within her actions. While she thinks their verbal spars as some form of sibling banter Silkenwraith considers them battles of self. He waits to see which of them will give under the others cruelty first, knows he will be the last one standing. He will always be the last one standing.
