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Diesdrè let out a howl of pain as another contraction ripped through her belly. With heavy breaths, the large she-cat moved over to where she stored her herbs, digging through them as she desperately tried to find raspberry leaves. "Ahh!" She cried out, doubling over in pain as she fell to the ground with a heavy thump. "ROMAN!!!" She screeched, her claws unsheathing and digging into the earth.
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In order from firstborn to lastborn. In order to adopt a kit, please reply with their bio! Minimum 5 sentences!
♂ DROGON – a long haired muted brown tom with golden-amber eyes. – @sinful
♂ RHAEGAL – a tortoiseshell tom with yellow-green eyes. twin to viserion. – rika
♂ VISERION – a tortoiseshell tom with vibrant amber eyes. twin to rhaegal. – @samiam
♀ RÓISÍN – a very long-haired pale calico molly with green eyes. – komiharu
♀ CAITLIN – a dilute calico-tabby molly with heterochromia. – aria
Moonbound , I hope this is okay. Caitlin is one of the sweetest she-cat in the regime. Very kind and heart open with a high sense of pride and duty. Yet that is only on the outside underneath she's a sly weasel. Onethat is not afraid to throw her weight around to what she wants. Caitlin will never break a vow but she can't say the same to a promise. If help the regime, herself or mother you can kiss you loyalty goodbye. Her name might mean pure which she is in a way, pure rotten to the core.
DROGON A muted brown tom with flecks of white on his back like a fawn and golden-amber eyes, he's the eldest child of chaman Diesdré and mercenary Roman. His name inflicts a sense of power; the syllables are guttural, low, dominant. It's the type of name that'll take you by surprise and not let up until you're bloodied and battered. Drogon, the dragon, spewing flames hot enough to melt iron. Even hearing it will send a shiver down your spine, though whether it's of fear or desire is up to you. His eyes are sharp, molten gold sloshing in trenches in the very deep of the chasm of doom; his jaw is cut, accentuating his power. And his voice... Well, if he spoke, it'd sound like rough velvet, smooth one way, uncomfortable the next. He'd pin you with it, if he spoke. As it is, though, he only voices his opinions in a series of grunts. It's up to you to decipher them; he will waste no extra time giving you a thorough translation. Perhaps you could write a guide for the other poor souls that struggle to cope with him. "How to Understand Drogon: For Dummies."
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 10, 2019 16:53:05 GMT -5
Rhaegal?
[ bio if its alright! i'll add more to it as i roleplay him and develop is character. ] Rhaegal is a fairly angular bodied tortoiseshell tom with black and auburn splashes and pale yellow-green eyes. Much like his gaze, his personality lacks vibrant color and emotion. He is subdued, withdrawn, and at times he may even be considered moody. And though he doesn't share these sentiments all the time, he does lack a certain finesse with how he handles his passion. For though it appears to be an empty, dried up well, he can also feel these surges of emotions on the rarest of occasions. Even to the point of being a bit over zealous and unpredictable. Rhaegal doesn't know how to control these passionate feelings, as he rarley ever recieves them. So when they happen, he is at a gigantic loss. Often times, he ends up scorching those he tries to get close to; if he is truly to be himself. So why bother? Why not keep it securely locked away, forever dulling his blade so as to hurt less people?
VISERION a strikingly handsome calico tom, whose eyes reflect the setting sun. He is the youngest son to Roman and Diesdrè, yet the middle child of his litter. Even though he looks exactly like his twin Rhaegal something about him, his fur and eyes seem to shine more vibrant than his brother's. Perhaps it's just his sunny disposition and positive outlook on life. Vis is the happy ho lucky cat that always has a spring in his step and a song in his heart. The way he moves is as if he's constantly dancing to a song no one else can hear. Withdrawn is definitely something he is not. Loud and curious is more his speed. Vis lives his life as though ants are constantly crawling through his fur and moving is the only way to stop the feeling. Everything out in the open, there's no greater mystery to Vis, what you see is what you get. If he's happy, sad, or mad it shows. He never let's anything hold him back, something that constantly gets him in trouble but, he is always ready and willing to accept the consequences of his actions even if he doesn't agree with them. His biggest flaw is definitely his inability to bite his tongue. Peer or authority he will tell you exactly what he thinks of a situation, especially if he disagrees.
RÓISÍN A very long-furred, pale calico she-cat with green eyes. Shy and and a little bit withdrawn, Róisín prefers the comfort of solitude over those of her groupmates in the Regime. She suffers from mild bouts of social anxiety, and often feels anxious or frightened at the prospects of meeting new people; despite this, she is a boundless little bundle of energy once you bring her out of her metaphorical shell, and has a wild imagination. Róisín is stubborn, and likes to do things her way. One part of this is that she thinks her way is the best way for everyone involved with no exceptions, but another part of it is the comfort she finds in routine, and how much being thrown out of her routine shakes her. Along with her stubbornness, she also has a rigid moral code, but often does not feel confident enough to make an objection in front of an audience if she finds something sufficiently objectionable. She is the daughter of the Regime chaman Diesdrè and mercenary Roman and is the sister of Drogon, Caitlin, Rhaegal, and Viserion.
