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\luh-VYE-uh-thun\ noun. A sea monster often depicted as a giant sea serpent. A fitting name for a monster and a murderer. Of course he doesn’t consider himself as such. Everything he does, he does in service for his beloved goddess Selene. He considers himself to be a rather selfless cat, that however, does not mean he is never selfish. He values loyalty and honesty above all other traits, and is not afraid to make his disdain for liars and traitors known. If you prove your loyalty to him, he will be loyal to you in return. He will consider you one of his own, and in a borderline possessive manor will protect you as such. No harm will befall anything he considers his if he can help it. A manipulator for sure, he has no qualms with using other cats as simply a means to an end. A smooth talker, words drip off his lips as sweet as honey if he wants them to, he’ll talk you over the edge and give a genuine smile as you plumet. Calm and collected at all times getting a rise out of him quite a feat but not impossible. He has more patience than most but that could just be because he enjoys playing the long game. Due to a near death experience as a kit Leviathan is haunted. Not by the ghosts of his past or the memories of some childhood trauma but by actual ghosts. There was hardly a time when he couldn’t remember seeing the ghostly figures out the corner of his eye, or hear them try to whisper in his ear. Over time he has perfect the art of ignoring them now the only cat he hear whispering in his ear is Selene, for it is by her grace that he is even alive today. /ˈlevē/ noun. An embankment built to prevent the overflow of a river. Like almost everyone often does when faced with a traumatic experience, should they be so lucky, Levee repressed his. He has no recollection of what happened that almost resulted in his death, and he is glad for it. He has need to recall the life he had before the moment he accepted Selene has his light and his savior. However, his experience did change him in ways that most of the time he himself does not notice. He never stops moving, whether he’s idly working things beneath his paws or absent mindedly weaving his tail to and fro he is never still. Very upbeat and active he never has much reason to stop moving, it makes him antsy so he learned early on that is best to stay busy. The only drawback to this is he finds it nearly impossible to focus on one task at times. While at others he’s so focused he won’t eat or sleep until his work is done. Another quirk of his, that most just find off-putting is that he, even with the most serious of expressions is always purring to himself in glee or amusement.
"COME ONE COME ALL, GATHER AROUND AND WITNESS THE MOST INCREDIBLE DISPLAY OF TALENT THIS SIDE OF THE FOREST HAS EVER SEEN!! WHY, YOU WON'T BELIEVE YOUR EYES OR EARS ONCE YOU SEE WHAT WE HAVE IN STORE FOR YOU! HOLD ON TO YOUR TAILS LADIES AND GENTS, YOU'RE IN FOR A REAL TREAT! GUARANTEED YOU WON'T LEAVE WITHOUT A SMILE!" The announcer's voice comes loud, and quickly almost too quickly but, somehow they managed not to blur together and are still coherent. That's when you see him, the tall, red tom baring his sharp yellow teeth at you in an overenthusiastic grin. amber eyes flecked with gold watch you intently, his smile is genuine but, there's there unmistakable glint of ill-intent in his eyes. He notices you're hesitance, and you're fear but still his grin does not wavier. "SMILE MY DEAR! AFTER ALL YOU'RE NEVER FULLY DRESSED WITHOUT ONE!" He shouts excitedly breaking off into laughter. Alastor is an unusual sort, always smiling, in a perpetual state of amusement. He is selfish by nature, doing things for his own benefit more often than not that benefit is starving off boredom, after all that's usually the reason any one does anything. Don't let that smile fool you though, he has a sinister side, part of him revels in the pain of discomfort in others, he gets a sick thrill out of watching people try and fail, and will offer his assistance only to ensure himself a front row seat to relish in their misery. He is not one to cross, and has no issue taking care of those who stand in the way of him and a good time by whatever means necessary. He'll never make a promise he doesn't intend to keep and holds everyone to that same standard. Whenever the bill comes due you can count on him to be there to collect.
A small dark gray-blue, downy furred she-cat with cold honey-amber eyes. She is the impending storm you can see coming in the distance. At a first glance she seems like she may be sweet and shy but, only one of those is true. Tempest is not outgoing, or caring, or warm in the technical sense. She can fake a smile better than most cats could ever dream of but it never quite reaches her eyes. She is the calm before the storm, patient and compassionate only when she has to be but overall prefers to be left alone at almost any given time. A firm believer in personal space she likes to keep a tail length away from anyone at all times when she can afford it. She can be easily irritated and snarky when her boundaries aren’t respected. She came to Primal Instinct little more than a hollow husk, a shadow of the once energetic, and optimistic cat she used to be, of course that was before a stranger came to town and turned her whole world upside down. Be it divine intervention, fate, destiny or luck when she found herself on Primal Instinct’s doorstep she hadn’t expected to be greeted by that oh too familiar smile. That darn smile that had caused her nothing but pain and sorrow. In that instant all she could do was grit her teeth and grin but behind the mask a burning rage flared up where the dying embers of her heart once were. Giving her a new found sense of reason. All she has to do now is wait, no matter how long it takes.
A pretty little Balimese she-cat with gray-blue markings. Her eyes are the most unique blue that start off indigo around her pupil and fade into pale blue as it spans the rest of her iris. There's a strange wise look in her otherwise bright eyes that you wouldn’t expect from a cat so young. Her fur is as soft as a satin cloud, and she prides herself on keeping it pristine at all times. The only noticeable flaw in her appearance are the gnarly scars that mark her the entirety of her underbelly. Like everything else about her past before she came to join SwiftClan she doesn’t like to talk about it. Indigo would much rather live in the moment and enjoy her time rather than looking over her shoulder in constant fear of her own shadow. She knows that she can’t hide from her past forever but chooses to remain optimistic about what the future has to offer her. Indigopastels is generally a very sweet, energetic cat who can never seem to bite her tongue when she needs to, even when dealing with figures of authority. She is sassy and stubborn but also a try hard that has learned to put her all into everything she does. No longer plagued by self doubt she follows her instincts and has become the kind of cat who leaps before she looks. She believes life is too short to spend it always second guessing yourself. Fiercely loyal there is nothing she wouldn’t do to protect those who she holds dear.
A large, muscular, medium furred, pale golden tabby tom with arctic blue eyes. Driven by an unshakable sense of self righteousness, Lionblood will always do what he truly believes to be the right thing regardless of whether or not it goes against the rules. He’s the kind of cat that always looks out for the little guy, even when the odds are against him he never backs down. Even under stress he manages to keep a level head in any situation and isn’t provoked by anything or anyone. Generally laid back, he likes to relax and joke around just like anyone else. Still he’ll be the first to volunteer to help out in any given situation. He doesn’t like to admit it but he has attributes of a natural born leader, and takes charge when he has to with ease. As far as ambition goes, his is small, all he wants to do is serve his clan to the best of his abilities. Despite his large size there’s a visible softness to him, that isn’t just his fur. Lionblood is naturally sweet, and funny without ever being mean. Even though he has no issue telling others what they need to hear and not what they want to hear.
“Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.” Life is an endless dance, an ever changing melody. To keep up one must be able to change with it like the ever flowing tide. This is how Koi goes through life, adapting to the current. She carries herself with ample poise and fluidity that her every move looks like a dance in itself. Her fur is a patchwork of black and white, her face divided evenly between the two. Her eyes are two pools of tropical water, that despite their clarity hold a gleam of mystery in their depth. “From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.” At a first glance most would assume that Koi is harmless. Luring you in with her sunny disposition and a smile. They often overlook the devious spark in her gaze. Never one for the side lines, she has always been the type to jump head first into battle when needed. Even when most at ease Koilagoon is ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. What she lacks in size she more than makes up for in agility. Like the sea, you don’t want to be stuck in her path when she rages. As rare as they are, there are moments she lets her usual tranquil demonor fall away and lets her emotions blaze until they extinguish themselves. She isn’t afraid of being herself around everyone, that includes every part of who she is. She’ll be whomever you need in the moment. A friend, sister, a guide, a distraction you name it. “But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction, ice is also great.” There are times that the music stops and even then she does not stop dancing, instead she takes the lead in silence choosing to make her own tempo. When times get hard it’s easier for her than others to let the waves roll on by. Taking this into consideration she never tries to make light of a serious situation. It’s times like these that she is her most gentle and compassionate.
