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SASHA [ HOUSE RAINVIEG ] / BLANKSLATE 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.
RUNE / SINFUL “Ring around the rosy, a pocketful of posies, ashes, ashes we all fall down!” What an innocent game to play, full of the laughter of children as they danced in a circle, conjoined hands keeping them forever entwined. How ignorant they were to the darkness they paraded like colorful balloons on a nice day. The song originally dates back to a destructive and black time: the bubonic plague in the 1600s, which spread like wildfire through the districts of England before being halted in its tracks by the Great Fire of London in 1666. A rose red rash, pale complexion, herbs and flowers meant to mask the stench of death... The period of the black plague was anything but frilly. Yet as children we are made immune to the effects of destruction and ignorance in our past, finding frivolity in the despair. It is said the most haunting vision one could see when lying in their sick bed, bleary eyes struggling to stay open before the eternal sleep, was the skeletal mask of a doctor as he bowed over them, for all pretense appearing to be Death itself. Perspective is a beautifully maddening entity; what may look like salvation to one may spell doom for another. These elements of twisted fate, horror, confusion and anarchy are represented in the ghostly white form of Rune; a feline who holds nothing in common with man than the joint desire to watch the world burn from atop a pedestal. He prides himself in the fear he instills in others; for every one of his wicked grins there’s a reflection in his dark eyes that screams. But, for all of the trouble he causes, he keeps his darkness to himself quite cleanly, preferring to display a visage that, while reprehensible, remains clean of fault. He’s cunning, sharp, witty and unforgiving; he’s also uninhibited, impulsive, unfiltered and often considered to be off his rocker. If he was to be compared to a model in modern day society, it would be the misunderstood character of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland — the Mad Hatter, who asked the young protagonist why a raven was like a writing desk and underwent his own critiquing by the blonde girl. “You’ve lost your muchness.” At times, when words fall short, that’s what he is — too much. He’s difficult to handle, a wild force to be reckoned with, but past the barbed wire, jack o’lanterns and giggling clowns that greet you on the path to his heart, he’s a soft individual that finds comfort in those willing to stick by his side and draws his strength from those who don’t waver in their belief in him. He doesn’t handle loneliness well, but as long as he has just one ally, he will soldier on. VOINY Dedicated to Tiveronah
ZAHKAR / Oceanix [written by Blank_Slate] The brother of Aiden and the uncle to Anastasia, Sasha, Viktor, and Rasputin. Compared to his brother Zakhar is one of the more easy going of the two. While Aiden was outraged over Alexei's betrayal and was ultimately exiled alongside his children because of it. Zakhar on the other hand didn't bother to complain. At least he got to still be considered royalty even if he wasn't exactly the brother to the tsar. Then Zakhar and Evgenia, Alexei's youngest sister, fell in love. They'd meet each other every night under the moonlight and act like nothing happened by the morning. Afterall, if Alexei was to find out that Zakhar was messing around with his youngest sister especially considering what house he came for he would of surely had Zakhar's head. However, things got even more complicated when Evgenia ended up pregnant with Zakhar's kits. The she-cat was able to hide her pregnancy up until the day they were born and then promptly dumped the kits outside of House Ranveig's den. Zakhar knew right away they were his and took them in promptly. Once Alexei found out the kits were Zakhar's he demanded to know who his mate was. Zakhar refused to say, but Evgenia cracked under the pressure and claimed it was a rogue who was not apart of the group and that she had seen them together on numerous occasions. Alexei stripped the kits of their status as royals because of this and dubbed them peasants causing the kits to live a life of misery as they were viewed as traitors due to the actions of their father. Dvoryanne ( House of Ranveig) Dedicated to Tiveronah
MISHA / Oceanix [ written by Blank_Slate ] Misha is a happy tom, slim and long legged he bounces about with the energy of a kit even if he isn't even close to that young anymore. Misha thrives on family though, and adores his siblings and adored his parents. He has no idea his father wasn't actually his father and that his mother didn't love the tom she called her mate. Misha is the opposite of his sister Nadia, he still believes in fairytale endings. Not a tom to assume the worst of a situation he instead is often at the forefront of giving others the benefit of the doubt. This gullible nature leads others to taking advantage of him, often multiple times. He acted as a medicine cat for the group he was born into and specialized in helping young kits and expecting mothers. Enjoying his time helping to welcome new life into the world. Though serving under Alexei was a hardship to him as Alexei viewed healing as a useless position. But Misha was content with the young kits that adored him and the grateful mothers as his company. Sad to leave them behind when he had to leave his life behind with Alexei's fall. Dvoryanne (house of Caerwyn) Detdicated to Cauil
ARTHUR / Oceanix Was a royal when his fathers were both in ruling positions but at a young age found himself at the bottom of the totem pole. Trauma shaped Arthur's life at a young age. With the disappearance of she-cat Cortana who was his litter's surrogate. Arthur grew up not knowing the love of a mother.The foundation of the relationship that would give way to Arthur's birth. Has caused his great pain in his life. The relationship started when his father Silentstar left his previous mate Lionhawk for Arthur's other father Zodiac who was Silentstar's Advisor at the time. At the time of Arthur's birth Zodiac had risen to the rank of Prince. Shortly after his birth Zodiac decided to walk away from Silentstar and their children. Leading Silentstar to fall into insanity and paranoia leading to the destruction of old Brookclan. After Silentstar's disappearance and assumed murder the attack of Primal Instinct led to the death of Arthur's littermates Adrian, August and Alexandra. In the first short moons of his life Arthur when from having a broken family to having nothing. With the disappearances and death of his parents it left the tom alone to face the cruel world he had been placed into. He was place into a nursery environment where no queen wanted to take care of him or have him near their own children. For he would be forever known as the only surviving child of the two toms responsible for displacement of Brookclan. Not only is his blood a reminder, but his overall appearance advertises his linage. Carrying the same color of Amber eyes like his father Zodiac. While his facial structure connect him to that of Zodiac. The muscular built and broad frame are a reminding echo of Silentstar. His grey and black Bengal pelt is a clear reminder of the ruthless leader. Due to his past trauma Arthur suffers from bouts insomnia and night terrors. Being outcastes by majority of his clan led to his episodes of depression. Leading to the fear that plagues him ever day. With each episode of depression or night terror the tom fears he is moving closer to becoming like his father Silentstar. Viony Dedicated to Devonei
PAINTEDKIT / CONSETLLATION / OCEANIX Paintedconstellation inherited the unique Devon Rex beauty that belonged to her mother Paintedturtle. She likes to think that she named in honor of her mother's name and not the swirling mess of calico pattern. Other traits she inherited from her mother and her grandfather Timefragment include her bright dazzling green eyes and large oversized ears. PODAROK Dedicated to Cauil
So sorry Paintedkit's bio is so tiny. I want to develop her more before I write a more complex bio.
SMALLBROOK / SUNGMETUTANKA WAYLAKE WACHICHU Born to Brookheart and Sneezenose, Smallbrook grew up in BrookClan to become a Viony, a warrior for the Clan. In her heart, she dreams of the day that she could become a Dvoryane, and serve the Royal Members with her life. Smallbrook may be small but she isn't afraid to put her life at risk if it means serving the Royal family and making sure they are safe at all costs. She is fairly protective of the higher nobles and isn't afraid to leap to their defense. Smallbrook, may not be royal but she strives to get there. She will devote her life to the Tsar, ready to kill or be tortured for the sake of keeping the Tsar safe. Smallbrook hopes to find a mate in the Dvoryane and have kits to further the line of royals. For now, she is content to lead the life of a warrior. She is a devotee of the Old Ones and honors them in everything she does, she mostly devotes her life to the God of death and mercy, named Mari. Her Mother died giving birth to her and her Father died from a lung infection. VIONY Dedicated to god Mari
SNEEZENOSE / SUNGMETUTANKA WAYLAKE WACHICHU Sneezenose is a grey-white fur tom-cat with firey fire-like amber eyes, with muscles that make him look like his fur is thick. He is the Father of Smallbrook and the mate of Brookheart his dead mate, who died giving birth to their daughter. He was never at his daughter's birth or his mates funeral, having had a coughing fit on his way to one of the brooks to fish for the Clan, he laid down to rest and was picked up by some Two-legs who took him in, gave him medicine and cared for him. Sneezenose, not wanting or liking the idea of being a Kitty-pet escaped the Two-leg Place and headed towards BrookClan. After a few seasons, he was reunited with the Clan he was born into and with his Daughter. He is the Son of Ottersplash, his Mother and Flake, his Father, who both died of old age. Sneezenose may be a sickly cat but he is known for his tracking skills despite having a running nose all the time. He is completely loyal to the Old Ones and dedicates his life to Mari, just like his Daughter. He hopes that one day he will have a Mate and more kits in the future, maybe even rise to royalty, Dedicated to god Mari Viony
VIATRIX / EFFY There was a reason she was given this infrequent name. Viatrix radiates a look of pristine royalty, one that follows her around like an aura. Her optics are magnetic, they pull you in and demand you stare. Her pelt is soft and lengthy, but lets her move with facileness. There is no easy way to Viatrix; when you think that you have her in the palm of your hand, she's already deciphered everything. Viatrix is no idiot, on the contrary she has become a genius in ascertaining others intentions. Such reliability makes her a great asset as a planner. She was simply born to consummate such obligations as this. Most will underestimate the she-feline's facility, as she might be the last to ever do such a thing. But that is a sour mistake, as she puts on the facade of inculpability, when that couldn't be farther from the truth. Her thinking is pellucid and concise, no thing is left undone or extemporaneous. Even if she is clear minded, others close to her see a more nonchalant Viatrix. One who wants adventure, exhilaration, or wants to stir up quandaries for no reason. It can be hard to apply what is right to her, as she believes that the only thing right is to be spontaneous. For course, she would never betray her family for adventure,but sometimes Viatrix wonders what life is like beyond her walls. As these walls call to her, they tempt her out. But she has to be firm and not give in; she mustn't let her emotions cloud her rationality. It can be difficult for someone who is always longing for something more, pondering the mysteries of the world, parallels of reality she cannot reach. Always wanting more, willing to leave someone in the dust for a bit of adventure. Viatrix has but one excuse to this rule; the royal family. Dvoryanne Dedicated to Tiveronah
ALEZANDER / EFFY Under layers of soft plush fur is a creature emerging with no good intentions. A steelly glint in the eye suggests a poisonous wit and a dangerous claw. On the surface, they seem calm and well put together. But that's just part of the scheme, the alluring sense of security under his care. There is truly no safety around Alezander, especially if you've got something he wants. But that's just it. He doesn't hurt because he wants to hurt. He’s after his revenge, sees his enemy at every turn, every face blends in and it all becomes a blur. He takes a sense of pride in his regality, even if it was handed to him as soon as Kerrigan became Tsar. But that doesn't matter; it's all the same on the golden throne. Heproudly flaunts himself and truly couldn't give less of a damn of anyone's judgements. Cynical and witty, he has a response to anything, and if you want to judge him you better make sure you're perfect. Life is short, so don't stress over the little things. These words are the words Alezander lives by. But he can turn on this sentiment as quickly as he can turn back. Betreyal is something that he's dealt with his whole life, and doesn't respond well to it. He has no mercy for the rule breakers and doesn't shed a tear for them. However, he always keeps the easy going, witty attitude on. Not to say he isn't like that normally - he certainly is, but a lingering dark side is always behind him, searching for something to break through and show his true colours. Dvoryanne Dedicated to Devonei
STRIKECLAW / SUNGMETUTANKA WAYLAKE WACHICHU StrikeClaw is a sly, swift, impulsive, strong, aggressive and cocky tom who only wants to prove himself to the Tsar. He hopes to rise to royalty to make a name for himself. He dedicates his life to doing anything and everything for the Tsar. Nothing he does is for himself. He doesn't care if he dies from starvation, disease or wounds if it means serving the Tsar. He will mate and have kits with any cat that is of royalty when he has permission to. He doesn't think for himself but does only what the Tsar says or allows him to do. Strikeclaw is a red-furred tom with light black tabby stripes and razor sharp claws with copper eyes. He is dedicated to Marli, the God of death and mercy. Dedicated to Marli VIONY
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Mar 19, 2019 18:37:13 GMT -5
NABORIS / SIMPLYLIGHT
Naboris. Strikingly independent, yet filled with fearsome care for her family. Her personality is like a desert, dry and lonely. However, there is the occasional breeze that stirs the sands and brings life to her soul. She thirsts for the feeling of fullness, yet is met with confusion as the water doesn’t come. Devoted to Devonei, Naboris values law and order. The feeling of needing to be in control flows through her veins. However, a part of her longs to be free from order. She wants to have a carefree spirit like some of her other siblings, but she feels like she is responsible for keeping the order in their little family. Their mother, Tatri, has that adventurous spirit that she wishes she was born with. Her personality came from their father who left them out of embarrassment. He had an affair with Tatri while he was mates with another cat, which was bad for his reputation. Not realizing the effect it had on Naboris, her mother often told her she reminded her of him. She did not mean any harm, but the young cat took it to heart. Her long, wiry body also came from her father. Her coat is also like the desert, dusty brown with streaks of darker color mixed in. Her eyes are a sharp shade of amber and usually narrowed with irritation. Underneath that harsh exterior, there is a heart that longs to smile and play like a kit. Sometimes, this part of her will peek through just like the breeze mentioned before. Naboris' siblings are Ruta, Medoh, and Rudania.
Dedicated to Devonei
Podarok
SEVILIN / SIMPLYLIGHT
Lawful by nature, yet a bit of a flirt, Sevilin is an interesting character to come across. His dedication to Devonei is a bit out of spite more than true. He was assigned that god at birth, but he wonders if something went wrong. He flirts with the thought of rebelling against his chosen deity, but always returns to Devonei's paw. Truthfully, nothing pleases Sevilin more than the chaos of order and control. To be in control meant to have power over something. Perhaps it could be because of his mother's suicide, but the brown tabby's greatest desire is to have dominion of life. Perhaps that is why his devotion to Devonei is full of tension. He loves the power of destruction as much as his god. His warm, delightful brown eyes are deceiving. They come off as heroic and respectful, yet they wait like wolves for their victim to fall prone. He is not quite evil, but merely a glutton of control. He loves to have the whims of others under his paws. Perhaps he is even a bit lazy by default? He thrives from order, but insists on having others create it for him.
Dedicated to Devonei
Podarok future Dvoryanne (Sterling line)
TATRI / SIMPLYLIGHT
Adventure might as well be her middle name. Either that or "Unlucky." Tatri is a wild spirit, always seeking out new quests to go on. Unfortunately, that gets her in a bit of trouble. That trouble ends up turning into good, but there is a bit of mess left in it's wake. For instance, her journey to Brookclan. She didn't know that the tom had a mate, but she fell for him hard. He had a lawful personality and was very respectful, somewhat contradicting her own wild-flower personality. When he got her pregnant, he was quick to leave and she soon discovered that she had merely been an affair. That left her with four young kittens to raise by herself. That was, until she found Brookclan. They fortunately took her and the babes in during Kerrigan's disappearance and Tatri decided to live out the rest of her days in the clan. With a short brown tabby coat, she doesn't look much different than your average cat except for her eyes. The brown color is off by a few shades between her left and right eye, making her appear somewhat unique when you look closely. Unique is probably the best word to describe this feline. More to come as she is developed.
Dedicated to Marli
Damy
DUNGEONKIT (MASTER) / SIMPLYLIGHT Dungeonmaster is a dark brown tabby she-cat with bright yellow eyes and a feisty spirit. She is a bit of a wild card at times, for sure. Dungeonkit was adopted by Smallfire and has four other siblings, Beholderray, Roguehero, Dwarffighter, and Chromaticdragon. She is probably the most adventurous and spontaneous of all the siblings. She loves to come up with crazy plans and rope a few followers into doing them with her. As a podarok, she was always venturing out of camp and exploring new areas. Not much changed as she got others except that she does tend to follow the rules more. Dungeonmaster has a tendency to become the ringleader of the group whether they like it or not. More to come as she is developed. Dedicated to Tiveronah
SAMMY / ARCHERZ Feeling abandoned is a nightmare. Never good enough, never able to impress. It hurts, primarily when it's directed towards the two cats you love most; Your adopted father and brother. Sammy's adopted mother was burned alive in a forest fire when he was old three days old after being kidnapped from an unknown clan, leaving him with his vengeful father, John, and his tyrannical older brother, Dean. Dean and Sammy were raised like warriors, never able to live like the kits they were. The benevolent kitten tried so hard to stay kind and caring, but after being pushed and pushed towards the edge of the cliff, which would inevitably lead to him spiraling down and twisting into a merciless executioner. Desperately trying to escape that fate, Sammy ran away. The starving tom wandered until he ended up in Renegade Regime. Even though he was only eight moons old, he knew how to take care of himself thanks to his upbringing. Hesitantly, the group took him in and watched him. Not only did the young tom know how to take care of himself, but he knew how to lead and care for others. He spent every waking moment caring for the others in his group. He has a warm and kind look, with chocolate brown fur and two warm amber eyes, making him seem kind and trust-worthy. Never again did he see Dean and John, but he adored his new life. After a while, Commander Sean made him the Head Cadet Raiser, and then on to Raiser Superior. He was ecstatic, filling him with determination to do his very best. That was when he met Castiel. The Guider was much older than Sammy, but he still took care of him and watched over him. With the encouragement of his new friend, he began to attempt to make the Regime seem good, trustworthy. Unfortunately, the regime wasn't where he wanted to be, and it would never change. He stayed for a long time, purely to watch Castiel ascend through the ranks. Still, he knew he needed to leave. He desperately needed to run, to escape. So he did. Dedicated to Marli Cyd
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Apr 1, 2019 19:44:43 GMT -5
CALIBUR / Primordialhaze A long furred dark ginger tom with pale murky water green eyes. Calibur is a bit of a mystery. Few seem to know much about his background or where he came from. His connection to the royal bloodlines only granted to him by his title. No one even knows if he is a BrookClan descendant or not. It's as if this tom clung to the shadows until he could snag a position that placed him in he limelight. Calibur was made for the royal seat of luxury. He lines his nest in tufts of fur and thick feathers. He refuses anything but the best moss and may even recruit a young unsuspecting cat to help in his duties. Calibur believes in the gods but he no love for any cat but himself. He clings to distant sacrilegious desires and secret needs. Calibur is not above smothering a cat that annoys him or passively murdering a cat to rid the clan of their bad influence. Calibur replies to cats in long riddles or short curt statements. His mood and status of communication shifting like faces depending on his audience. Calibur is like a dark exiled prince waiting for his chance at a throne. Dedicated to Devonei (and Nivet) My replacement for the High Priest Image: i.imgur.com/mLNtKYS.png
