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A child is to be seen not heard, the old saying goes. A woman's place is in the house, says another such saying. Both are equally antiquated. Carlotta, Carl to those close enough to her that she lets them refer to her otherwise, laughs at such sentiments. She laughs at the ideas that the purpose of a child is to be quiet and well-behaved. She laughs at the idea that she will ever raise a family, or do anything that she is expected to do. She scoffs at conservative family values. She scoffs at the idea that she is weaker than a tom simply because of the gender in which she was born. Carlotta, then, is a wildfire of a she-cat. She is loud, brash and unafraid to tell others exactly what is on her mind. She is fiercely independent, and the idea of relying on other felines agitates her deeply, perhaps to her very core. Carlotta is the kind of cat who you would expect to make quick retorts and sarcastic remarks. Carl is a rather beautiful cream-orange marbled she-cat, but if you were to try to tell her that, she would probably rip out your tongue and then force it down your throat. Her eyes are a faint golden-rimmed green.
She is beautiful to the rest of those who live within Primal Instinct, but eerie to those at the receiving ends of her claws. The she-cat came back to Primal Instinct broken goods after the traumatic event of being forced to watch her father brutally murder her mother. Her personality changing from the spunky and outgoing she-cat was before the faithful night. Now a shell of her former self, she has locked her feelings away, believing life will be less painful if she just doesn't feel anything at all. If she sacrifices mundane feelings like joy and love, then she can avoid feelings like sadness and anger. This realization had become increasing more clear the more and more she learned to push her emotions into the depths of her mind. Now she can tear a screeching, defenseless cat a part with not even the slightest hint of remorse. Now she can carry out even the most dangerous of missions without the possibility of fear holding her back. She's the perfect machine, the kind who doesn't talk back or have a mind of her own. Completely and totally obedient to the ones who simply ask.
The young warrior. As any good maincoon is, Marcellus is a large tom, one who's furs fall across his body in thick plumes. His tail in particular is covered in long feathery hairs that gently swish across flesh. He is mostly a grey tom, one who's base coat is silver like the moonlight marbled with darker charcoals. However, it isn't all grey. In parts of his pelt, faint cream splashes are delicately painted. Marcellus has bright yellow eyes, the color of a million suns. Together, his form and gaze make him a very attractive tom, although he is not the fair-haired hero that is his brother Finlay, or the pale army of a beauty that is his sister, Harlow. Marcellus is the son of Kyros, which means by birthright, he is a member of a family that one might call... dysfunctional. After all, his father killed his mother for trying to drown he and his siblings. Perhaps this should be expected of cats with the same history as his father, that their heirs would be plagued with the same family drama as they had. Marcellus is a conniving tom, one who believes that morality is for cats that want to bore themselves into playing by the rules. True fun is only found when the rulebook is burned, after all. He is also very possessive in the things that he believes belongs to him. Marcellus truly believes most of the word belongs\ to him. If you dare tell him otherwise, well, it's safe to say that it would be a good time to pray. After all, it is of no surprise that the young warrior, with his chaotic evil alignment, is unafraid of showing people that he is boss, in whatever ways he deems necessary.
A brown tabby she-cat with mid-length furs, Symphonesia is neither particularly pretty nor particularly ugly. She is perfectly average, right down to the pale white that lines her chin and the hazel-amber tint of her large round eyes. She is a melodious she-cat, one whose very voice sounds like a symphony. Perhaps that is where she got her name. If you were to ask her mother, she would say she named her daughter simply because of the sound of the birds that chirped as she was brought into the world. It is only chance, then, that her voice is so beautiful. It is the kind of voice that could lull you right to sleep if you wanted to get lost in it. This has not always been a gift, though. In fact, it has brought her all sorts of attention, much of it unwanted. While she always desired to fly under the radar, her voice never allowed her to do it. It was her voice, the father of her kittens would say, that made him fall for her. That was, at least, until he abandoned her the night she told him that she was pregnant. After that, her life went downhill, quickly. It's a long and unpleasant story, truly, about how she ended up a prisoner, and deep in her soul, she knows that it will be another long story to explain how she survived the prison chambers of Primal Instinct. Still, despite all, Symphonesia is an incredibly loving cat. She is willing to put her life on the line for those that she cares about, and when she cares, she cares with a fearsome intensity. She is devoted to the things that she loves, particularly her children, although they do not know who she is. She had the option to leave them, to go back to Absum Lux, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she has decided to bare her cross; the torture to be a small part of her children's lives, even if that part is only fractional. Still, she longs to have the family that she had pictured during her pregnancy. She longs to relate to her kittens, and would do just about anything for them to know that she loves them, always.
Post by aberrantfox on Jul 21, 2019 21:11:05 GMT -5
CHIANTI RPED BY ABERRANTFOX
A petite white she-cat with orange tabby markings and black socked paws. Chianti is the daughter of Savagnin and Solaris her siblings are: Semillion, Syrah, Viognier, and Sangiovese. Chianti is well known in the clan for being a bit of a brat. If she doesn't get what she wants to first time she will go to just about any means to get it. The easiest being emotional manipulation and cunning. Chianti is not likely to ever truly settle down. Sure she would want kits someday but a mate? Not likely. If Chianti says she will do something your best bet is to make backup plans, she is flighty and not sorry about it. She uses her pretty teal eyes to attract attention and spark interest in those she can use for her own gain. Always taking a side but only if the side will in some way benefit her. She does value her parents and her siblings and they seem to be the only cats she can really make an effort understand and care about.
Post by Honeystorm on Jul 22, 2019 10:12:34 GMT -5
MIRACLE RPED BY HONEYSTORM
Soft brown fur and gentle honeyed eyes. Wise eyes and a kind demeanor better suited to anywhere but the League. And yet, she is a cat born and bred in the place known as Primal Instinct. Daugher to Adanna and Liam, granddaughter to Sean, and therefore of the Eerie line, her life began in the League under Roxanne's reign, and one could suppose, she was bound to return to her birthplace. Despite fleeing as a young trainee, growing up a Raiser and quickly rising to Chaman before settling back to life among the den mothers of the Regime, she never could get away from the league. It haunted her thoughts, filled her with rage for all those within, and she insisted she'd never return. Then her mother was killed. Her brother Liam Jr.'s leg mangled beyond use. And she snapped. So, when the Punishment district swept her off her feet and carried her to her prison, she didn't quite resist as much as she could have. Played the part of helpless Raiser with no abilities to speak of. And when she was pitted against another League cat in a fight for her freedom, she won. No one would have expected her to choose joining the bloodthirsty group, and yet she did. She wants to find her mother's killer, and get revenge at all costs; she's finally turned into the League cat everyone always wanted her to be. And yet, even they don't know that she isn't looking outside the League for the assassin, that the one she hunts is among their own ranks.
DECIMUS RPED BY FADEDECHO Born to Diana and Hurricane, Decimus comes from a well respected family in the Regime. His uncle is Commander Mars and this has put quite a bit of pressure on him from an early age. His mother was very strict with him and his brothers. She wanted them to be perfect soldiers for the Regime and thought a strict upbringing to be a perfect way to ensure that this would happen. Their father was much more relaxed however and this caused Decimus to form a much closer relationship with Hurricane while he eventually grew to resent Diana. Of course none of this matters now. Being captured by the league changed everything. What little pride he had managed to muster up was shattered as he was placed in the prison and forced to fight for his survival. Of course nothing had ever been easy for this young tom. From the time he was born his life has been chaotic and now he is here. Above all else he has vowed to survive. Even if his life hadn't amounted to much before this, it was still his life to live after all.
MIRZA RPED BY STARDANCE The tom is a thin, wiry, white bengal with a black right side of his face that seems to be engulfing the rest of his face. His eyes are a sea glass green often looking at everyone like they’re a piece of prey. Mirza is very close with his family spending time with everyone from his uncle Thane to his aunt Zakiyyah, but he’s closest with his father and brother Akabane. Mirza is always looking out for the family and typically serves their best interest, hence is placement in the Internal Affairs district. If something were to appear that would threaten his family, he wants to be able to warn them. Anyone outside of his family though he’s often self centered and only looking out for himself purely because he feels he cannot trust them. After experiencing how much the League turns on other cats and knowing how the Regime would kill his father given the chance, he doesn’t lend his trust easily to those outside his family. Mirza is highly intelligent and took his training to heart, and is capable of finding cat's weak points in a matter of minutes. He often uses his family's ancient technique, the shadow trick. He’ll lurk in the shadows, dash out and slash someone hard in a weak point and dodge back into the shadows and proceed back and forth. He’s like a bolt of silver and black lightning in battle, weaving in and out till his foe lies dead on the ground. He’s a textbook sociopath, carrying only the heart to look out for his family. While he tries to understand other people's feelings, it's almost impossible for him to, but his family, specifically Thane, had the heart to teach him how to fake a laugh, cry fake tears, and smile with feigned confidence.
He possesses the rare recessive red trait from Kotori’s side of the family. He is a rare red bengal with exotic green eyes and a half black face like his father. His back legs are black like foxes and the rim of his ear is also black. He’s a hot head like his father and is a bit slow when it comes to understanding subjects. There’s a laziness he possesses about learning new things, but will practice for hours on learning new battle moves. He’s closest with his uncle Thane, an ex proxy, now mate to the leader of Absum Lux. His uncle Thane was very close to his mother and he enjoys hearing stories about her as well as learning battle moves his uncles learned across two revolution groups and two clans. Like his father when he loves someone he becomes obsessive of them. Feeling entitled that he owns, not them, but their love. He worships the ground they stand on and will do anything for them, but should they turn their backs on him or he’s fooled into thinking a fling meant something don’t turn your back on him. He’ll stalk your every movement, know your entire bloodline, memorize all your favorite places. His love is lethal, he’s not known as a killer or an especially powerful authority figure like his other siblings, he’s the deadly stalker and the last love mistake you’d ever make.
“Oh darling, one day the world will bow down to you, respect you, fear you, and most importantly, worship you,” is what his mother told him every night before he went to sleep. Her distorted mind resulting in a distorted vision after the loss of two out of three of her kits, the only surviving one being Exsperavit. He was born a tufty furred gray tabby tom, his yellow-green eyes bright and alive. For a short time, he was near normal, but his mother’s delusions of his grandeur gave him a quick growing ego that eventually stemmed into his god complex. Guinea had an odd, unstable parenting style. Being a single mother with enough problems of her own, she was not best suited for a parent. She flicked like a light switch, one moment holding her son close, praising him at the smallest things, and other times lashing out at him, cold and distant and cruel. For Exsperavit it was normal, and it would be his normal did the day he died.
Plagued by his mother’s growing paranoia, it infested itself into Exsperavit. His yellow-green eyes, once alive and cocky, were now wide and alert, swimming with an uncertainty about the world around him. He’s a being of chaos, completely unpredictable, a spitting image of his mother. He could be charming, manipulative, lazy one time, yet another he’s a mess buzzing around, his paranoia and depressive thoughts swarming too much for him to bare.
A narcissist straight to the core, the god complex wasn’t helped by the fact that his mother constantly talked about the end of the world and how he was going to save them all. Apathetic since he was very young, Exsperavit shows little care in others to this day. He isn’t interested in friendship or love and much prefers isolation. He seems a mystery to others, as he is unwilling to share much about his personal self. Haunted by the occasional hallucination (labelled “ghosties”), Exsperavit is indifferent, unstable, unpredictable, and mostly emotionally void.
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A pretty brown Siamese she-cat with piercing blue eyes. The younger sister of Lux, she is a bit more composed than her brother. All for fun and games but, only once the work is done, something the two can never actually agree on. Prim and proper you'll never see her with any strand of fur out of place. Not vain just, takes great pride in her appearance. If you need something done she is the cat you want to see. Usually she can be found attempting to pick up the slack that her brother doesn't bother with but, has given up on trying to pull him together. She can come off at bit curt and sometimes cold but, in reality Harmony is a sweetheart. A people-pleaser that will work themselves to the bone if left unchecked. a bit of a control freak, she will never trust others to do any task she knows she can do herself. Harmony is always secretly stressed out but, hides it well behind her cheerful happy demeanor. She knows when to hold her tongue and when she can let lose but, more often than not will remain quiet unless she is confiding in someone.
She’s a golden bengal with big crystalline blue eyes like her grandmother. Parisa is smaller in size, she has a very seductive high voice that’s addictive to listen to. Unlike other bengals she has a long furred beautiful golden beachy wave tail that she continuously tends to and grooms poking little deadly herbs inside to use on the fly during combat. One of her favorite leisurely activities is insect collecting with her father. She’ll catch insects and preserve them in tree sap to admire later. Sometimes she’ll decorate her claws with interesting tiny gems she finds and uses the tree sap method to stick them on her claws not just for decoration, but for some added on damage. Parisa keeps a certain stunning image at all time, mastering the perfect runway sashay and even maintaining an artful dance like form while fighting. She’s a minx when it comes to the eye candies that cross her path. Like her mother there are few people on Earth who can satisfy her romantically. Often it seems within her nature to hurt, cheat, if there’s not pain involved than what’s the worth? She loves and desires for the drama and consequences afterwards. Trouble gives her life worth, a brief breather from the reality that her moms gone, her grandmothers empire toppled, and her true home in the Regime would never accept back her father. There’s no way to be a perfect family, to control romances to fail makes her feel a little bit more in power. She’d rather fail intentionally than try and fail anyways. A bitter loser, a graceful dancer, and a girl stuck in the middle of a chaotic emotional minefield from her family she’s just trying to live a little in such a sucky scenario.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2019 22:52:44 GMT -5
PESMERGA-CHAN RPED BY STRAWBERRYCUPID
A black and white tom with bright green eyes. One of Funk's many children, he wasn't interested in becoming Mage, instead desiring to focus on his fighting and athletics. He's an extremely stoic and stone faced cat, not one to show any emotion even pain. A bit of a doormat, he generally gets roped into his sibling's or father's schemes, but doesn't have it in him to fight against them. Very vindictive, he'll hold a grudge for a lifetime. He seems to have one cat in particular he's constantly looking for and challenging, but they always run away before he can finish them. He's curt and protective over his family, and doesn't stand for slander against them.
Oh look who’s back because she can’t control herself (hint: it’s me)
DOLLIE RPED BY GOLDCREST
The day she found she was expecting was the happiest day of her life, and the day she met the newborns, still and lifeless, was the destruction of her world. She was young, and stupid and completely smitten with a handsome tom not much older than herself. It was steady, others would consider it perfect. Sure, she was overbearing and clingy at times, but the tom didn’t mind at first. Until she was too much and, unintentionally, chased him away not long before the arrival of her kits. She had changed, not by much, but a little switch in her head flicked and she seemed different in the small ways. Holding on to her resentment, her hatefulness, she hid herself behind masks of sadistic smiles and flirtatious comments.
A true sweetheart, some would say, but sweet in the way that would rot your brain. Hating how she has no control over life, she likes to meddle in others. Manipulative, cunning, and flirty, Dollie likes to have control. Playing herself off as ditsy, kind, and understanding, she takes the emotions of her victims and twists their brains to bend to her will. Her obsessiveness over others, most commonly lovers, results in perfectly planned moves to get back at them if they leave her. Her game of chess that she considers life is always planned miles ahead, landing her the checkmate most times. She has the power to kill in cold blood, yes, but if she had formed a relationship with that cat she is too cowardly to kill them. Her anger shows itself in a twisted cruelty and the stray memories of her stillborn kits results in days so depressive she won’t eat or move for days. She has a soft spot for children, though, but will mostly try to avoid them. She buries her soft side beneath mountains of obsessive thoughts, sickly-sweet words, and cruel actions. She likes the thrill of it, which results in putting herself in reckless situations. Selfish, petty, and flirty, it’s easy to make friends with her but hard to get her out of your life.
“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.” - Dr. Seuss. Happiness bubbles over the top of this little she-cat's heart. She is always seen around Primal Instinct with a great big smile on her face, and is usually laughing over something silly she told herself under her breath. Mina is lively and high-spirited, being full of an endless amount of energy and excitement, and is always optimistic about every single situation. There is always a song playing itself inside her mind, and it is common to see the small feline dancing along to the beat within her heart. Mina is an entertainer, enjoying singing, dancing and telling jokes, all so another's attention can be on her. She enjoys praise and affection, and strives to make other cats happy and comfortable. She is naive and a little too trusting; she can believe about anything you tell her and will most certainly place her trust in every cat she meets. If she gets crossed, instead of retaliating in anger, she becomes sad and confused. She retreats to a shell and stays quiet for some time, and is seen with a numb look upon her face. Mina was born to Funk, the Shaman of Primal Instinct, and Eternalstar, the ex-leader of SpringClan. Her siblings are Mathiu, Gremio, Pesmerga, Odessa, and Luc.
