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Character List (Characters Without a Dedicated Post)
FROSTYPAW [FIRE] Nightclan Image Link Bio: Quick witted and cold. That's how most would describe the tom. His short black and white pelt seems to always be raised for one reason or another and he deep amber eyes glaring some cat down. He's resistant to anyone getting close to him, his heart seemingly wrapped in a sheet of ice. Even his own mother, Tundrastorm, can rarely reach through that cloak. But a cat can't blame him. He watched as each of his litter mates died, taking that grief each time to add another layer to the ice around his heart. Their deaths are the reason he's been so driven his entire life. Driven to train and make a difference. He needs to make a difference to prove it wasn't a fluke that he is alive and his litter-mates aren't. He won't let anyone or anything distract him from this, focused to a fault some would say. He'll overcome anything and everything set in his path, no matter what it takes. Family: Tundrastorm (Mother) Mate: None
FAE Primal Instinct Image Link Fae is something else. First thing you’ll notice is how long her legs are and how regality she holds herself. She’s a beautiful she cat with an angular face that very rarely shows emotion. Her pelt shares it’s color with a winter's snow, her entire body an unmarred canvas. There isn’t a splash of color until you get to her eyes. Her eyes are pure gold, the kind you hear about in fairy tales and see in pirate’s treasure chests. If you catch them in the right light they even sparkle like the real thing. But it’s fools gold. Behind this beautiful facade you will find nightmares. She’s well trained, her mentor has made sure of that. Fast and deadly, her battle style seems like a dance. Spinning, slashing, slaying. Cats can’t seem to keep up with her as she dances around them. She paints herself, her empty canvas becoming filled with color. Red. She loves the look of red with gold, dare she say that it’s her favorite.
ENIGMA PI / AL Image Link A dark pelted tom, black with highlights of brown, and pale green-blue eyes. His fur is thin and sticks to his frame. He’s well built but not to the point he lacks grace and poise. Nothing special on the outside but on the inside, the tom is something of interest. He lives up to his name among the clans, coming and going as he pleases and often getting in trouble for that habit. He’s spent time in many clans, but the one that he calls home is Absum Lux. He's an old blooded cat, drawing his roots directly from Crowclan elite. He’s the illegitimate son of Everlastingstar and Brio, he can't say that fact was very well known, kept away from camp and visited in secret by his father. His sister Genesis being the only other cat from the litter is more like her mother and aunt, while he is like their father. When the Ashclan volcano drove everyone from their homes he and Genesis were separated in the aftermath. He had always assumed she was dead until recently. He has a litter of kits that he calls his own, and most of them live full time with Absum Lux. Enigma once had aspirations of greatness, or treason whichever you want to call it. However as soon as the caught wind of rumors that his sister might still be alive he left without a word to anyone, only to return moons later with the she cat in question. However he returned a changed cat. It’s not uncommon to find him alone with ghosts of memories dancing behind his seafoam gaze. He hasn’t told anyone what happened out there and it’s doubtful that he will any time in the near future.
Arsenicedge Summerclan Image link Arsenic is one of the deadliest poisons on earth. You can't touch it, eat it, most wouldn't even breathe the air around it. And yet, that is the name of this cat.The brown tabby has a very large build, bright yellow eyes, and a master of wielding his teeth and claws in battle. Arsenic lived his younger days in the city, mostly under the protection of his half brother Riot, or Riotstar of NightClan as some know him. When Riot was ‘removed’ as leader of the rogues, Arsenic was left to fend for himself with the new leader of the group. He never felt like he fit in with them. What really separated him from them is his morals. They are stronger than those the rest of the city cats had, even if they wavered from time to time. He kept his head low until he watched these cats drag his half brother back into this camp, beaten and broken. Only after had helped free his half brother from his confinement did the tom learn of the clans. He left the city shortly after spending time in Nightclan, Winterclan before returning to the life of a rogue. Once again, when the city rogues attacked the cats of Absum Lux was he reminded of the viciousness of these cats. Mind battle he turned against the rogues and stood with what remained of Absum Lux. They drove out the invaders but at great cost to both him and the group. Arsenicedge left, battered and bruised, wandering until he found Summerclan and Gardaniacrown who took pity on him. He healed in Summerclan, befriending the deputy and Basilstar died a sudden death was asked to stand as Summerclan’s deputy beside Gardniastar.
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GENESIS Loner She is the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter, experience, or story. She was the catalyst for change in many cats lives and now she has come to Absum Lux. She’s a tall, elegant white pelted she cat with pale blue eyes and a face that stops toms and she cats in their tracks. Sister to Enigma, both born of the strange union of Everlastingstar and Brio, both of the Crowclan Elite, she’s got a heritage that breaths strength and ferocity. She’s talented in battle, well trained in her time before joining Absum Lux by by whom is anyone’s guess. No one really knows what her intentions are, but one thing is clear, the bond between herself and Enigma runs blood deep. Most assume this is her drive for wanting to stay in Absum Lux, as her brother calls this place his home. She’s fiercely protective of those that she calls family. Her endgame is not quite clear but it would soon become clear but for the time being she is loyal to those around her.
They say you're a product of your environment. Growing up in place that cats had abandoned long ago, a place filled with dead monsters and long forgotten memories. This shaped Mysterium into a strange cat. He never knew his mother, she was lost not long after he was born. He was raised in the company of his siblings, Pandora and Paradox, by his father and aunt, Enigma and Genesis. A high sage and a gladiator, and he took traits from them both. He's endlessly curious about everything in his world. From the smallest insect to the largest of monsters, Mysterium wants to see them all. This curiosity has gotten him into his share of trouble. Clan borders never really meant much to him, having grown up being allowed to roam as he wished, so he's crossed quite a few much like his father in the past. However, he doesn't do so defenseless. Unlike most cats, he got training in both herbs and battle. Genesis made sure her kin could defend themselves, passing down battles moves she learned through her time as a rouge and Absum Lux's leader. Even so, well equip as he is, Myst is a pacifist. He'd much rather make friends than he would enemies, strongly believing that friends hold more value. Because of this, it's not uncommon for a clan cat to find the pale eyed tom sitting on the border, waiting for someone to approach. He'll ask endless questions about them and their clan and most can't help but let their guard down around the charismatic tom. It might help that he's not hard on the eyes either. He got the more important family traits, large bodied and smooth pelted with some fluff on the paws and tail. His pelt is a deep black with dark brown Siamese highlights, hinting at his mother's side of the family. Lastly, he was the only one of his siblings to inherit his father's strikingly pale blue eyes. This tom has quite a bit going for him, now all that's left is to see how far he'll rise.
A soft brown tabby pelt, fluffy white white chest, and soft blue eyes characterize this she cat. She's striking in every way. Most cats wouldn't remember now, it's been so long but she's almost the doppelganger of a cat by the name of Arcticstar who led Nightclan so many moons ago. Tundrastorm grew up listening to her mother tell her how much she looked like her great grandmother. How her brown tabby pelt was loosing it's it fluff and beginning to thing out and take on the sleekness that furthered her likeness to the dead leader. When she came home from her first hunting trip with a mouse, how her mother had ranted how it was a sign she was destined to be great, having the same first catch as Arcticstar. Even on her deathbed, her mother had insisted Tundrastorm should be striving to become deputy and leader, just like Arcticstar. Once her mother was dead, Tundrastorm wasn't sure who she was. She'd spent so long hearing she was supposed to be like this cat she didn't know what she was supposed to be. So she rebelled. She ran off, not long enough anyone missed her but long enough to meet a tom but he wasn't the one so she returned home. But not before falling pregnant with his kits. She kitted shortly before a particularly hard leaf bare and she lost all but one of her kits, who went on to be named Frostyfire. She's trying to become her own cat, even to this day. Maybe one day she'll find her own identity.
