<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>SNOWELLA-TYKE }} GIDGETGAL</b></font><br>
<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Snowella is luxury level gorgeous with prim satin white fur flowing down her fox figured body like a snow white dress. She has exotic turquoise blue eyes that shimmer like light beaming glittery sparkles on the backs of ocean waves. However her looks come at a cost, like many cases of cats with unique blue eyes and white fur she is blind, but uses the vibrations of the ground to feel her surroundings. Her capabilities of using vibrations to determine her surroundings are so powerful that few cats know that she is blind. One thing that doesn’t blind her is her own looks, she recognizes that she’s a catch and knows that her purpose in this world is to be the perfect soldier or nurse that the Regime desires. By the time she became a cadet she was already seducing plenty of toms and giving the Regime more tykes to become future soldiers and nurses. To Snowella this is her as much as her job as it is for it to be a mercenaries job to fight and kill. Finding toms, caring for her pregnancies and raising her families with a caring heart is a full time gig. Snowella is less so a raiser and more a permanent origin.
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rank: tyke

<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>AMARINE-TYKE }} turtlenoir </b></font><br>

<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Some of her siblings inherited her mother's fox figured body image, but Amarine is the awkward one of the bunch. While most Regime cats tend to be on the shorter side in order to fit properly in tunnels she’s lanky with her left ear standing up and her right ear lowered. She has white fur like her father Gabriel and spots of blue grey fur on the bridge of her nose, ear, and right flank. Her eyes are grey with the softest shade of earthy blue peaking through like frost on a dark stone. Amarine is a tinkerer, having a keen eye for new inventions to bring to the Regime, but tends to keep this a secret. She knows her parents had her and her siblings to fuel the Regime with more soldiers and nurses. Because she knows she can’t spend all her time inventing new things she instead flip flops between ranks, unable to make up her mind or figure out which rank fulfills her purpose best. Being the oldest of the litter is not easy for Amarine, especially when she feels like the outcast.</p></font><br>



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<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>LUCA-TYKE }} strawberrycupid </b></font><br>
<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>His mind is more machine than brain, calculating and quick to extract emotion from the equation. Like his parents he’s set on what is best for the greater number of people and not the individual, yet is a hypocrite and is not afraid to look out for himself should the need arise. However typically he is outwardly selfless helping those in need and very obedient to his father. He is the first to growl at strangers and the last to trust any new outsiders. He’s a prodigy at hunting, and looks to be more like a large cat chasing prey than anything close to a domesticated breed when out in the field. Luca is quick to keep his siblings in line and while he is a scout his slick muscles make it easy to keep anyone in line. When he’s angry he’s not afraid to pin a cat down and bite until he feels they’ve given in. Most of his siblings tend to not mess with him. Like his parents he hopes to find a mate, not for the sake of love, but to continue reproducing for the Regime to stay alive. He doesn’t like the idea of taking an outsider as a mate, but given the Regime’s close family ties he’s not against finding or capturing his own wife.</p></font><br>

rank: tyke

<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>CALLISTUS-TYKE }} luciferin </b></font><br>

<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Most cats rightfully fear and reject death, but not Callistus. Don't make any mistake - he is no psychopath to relish pain and suffering. No, in fact, he is quite the opposite. He is a true believer in the restful repose of the dead, their sacred right to transition into the next phase of their life peacefully and with no pain or fear. Callistus is a strange tom, no doubt. Many shy away from him due to his morbid work, but he doesn't much care. Left with only the name and legacy his parents gave him, Callistus has sought to understand why the Blind Protector would take those dearest to him away while he was still but a kit. This is what sparked his interest in the afterlife and what ultimately called him down the path of Guider. He was no stranger to death by the time he became a full soldier, and though his skills as a healer were superb, he found his calling to be in administering hospice to those aging Veterans in Post Delta. He spends most of his time there, tending to the Veterans' various aches and pains and easing them into a painless death when the Blind Protector comes for them. Because of his dedication to the spiritual and physical wellfare of those much older than him, he spends little time with his family and doesn't really have any friends to speak of. This can be difficult for him occasionally due to the solitary, loss-filled life he leads, but the solace he finds in his work and the knowledge that the Blind Protector and his parents set this task before him helps to soothe the ache. Still, he loves his siblings dearly and spends the most time with them out of anyone outside of the Veterans, ensuring they're each doing well, eating enough, taking care of themselves, and the like. A brooding tom with a large heart and a fate tied inextricably to death is a lot for anyone to take on, but he hopes that someday he might find someone to love him as much as his parents loved each other.
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<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>ALLARIA-TYKE }} jadie </b></font><br>
<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Heavenly cinder grey fur peters through her dark storm cloud fur. Her wavy locks twist and turn like an untamed rose briar. She has a voluptuous form that is engulfed in hurricane greys, dark as night blacks and a light grey skies hue, interrupted only by four snowy white paws. Allaria is a black beauty with dragon blue enchanting eyes. She is decisive and alarmingly confident, always one to take the lead; however, she has no tolerance for weakness. Confused? Figure it out on your own. Too slow? You’ll be left behind. She shows no pity but expects none back. Fiercely independent, Allaria would rather fail than ask for help. So, when her elemental ability to communicate with animals developed, she kept it to herself and suffered greatly. Unable to justify consuming a life that has the same hopes and dreams as she does, she refused to eat or hunt for many days. Then, one morning, she quietly left camp, cornered a mouse, listened to it plead for its life, snapped its neck and ate it. A part of her died that day, too, but she came back stronger than ever before, having conquered what she considered to be her greatest weakness: Compassion.
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rank: Tyke

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<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>YENNIFER }} morteautumnal </b></font><br>
<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>She who is drenched in coal black ink, dressed in layers of shadows and blood, eyes that pitch and roll with thunderheads that shake even the strongest to their knees. With a shapely body fitted in jet, and a voice that is cold like ice, she reminds one of a winter morning. Yennifer of the Regime. Mercenary. A warrioress. A lioness dressed in darkness. She was her father's most hated mistake and her mother's biggest regret. Growing up she was pushed by her parents to be a solider. Beaten for not complying. Berated for playing with the other kits. Her father couldn't stand her. He had, appary, never wanted kits and was even more disappointed when she was the only surviving kit of the litter. Pity him. Her mother initially showed compassion and yet still grew to hate Yennifer as well for her father took his frustrations with his daughter out on his mate before leaving them both. Leaving the Regime in all. This caused her mother's downward spiral that led her to beat her daughter nightly and eventually had her hurling herself off the edge of the nearest ravine. And Yen felt nothing. Not a scrap of remorse or grief. Oh? You thought her mother jumped? Hmm, well that's a thought isn't it? The rest of her life was a breeze for Yennifer after her mother's passing. She began to excel in her training and even made Mercenary in record time, one of the youngest. She became flirtatious, and immodest with herself. Allowing many a lover into her life. She oozes feminine strength and beauty. She knows she is beautiful and she flaunts it and uses it to her advantage. She knows her voice is slick like the sweetest elderberry syrup. That her scent, a mixture of smoke, evergreen, and crisp cold water, is refreshing and inviting. Her eyes, the only thing she deems a flaw, are a blazing furious violet-pink. An odd color but it gets even more odd. With her eyes having the rare heterochromia they are both the same pink color but have spots of a shining golden color. The two colors pair together to make quite a molten beauty that can still go frozen at a moment's notice. Her personality is quite reserved most of the time. She doesn't slack off on her duties but she also does things on her own time. She is playful and fierce and has quite the silver tongue when pestered. She suffers from mild PTSD from her upbringing but has learned to mask most of it along with the few nightmares she has. Even with all her confidence and brazen attitude she still shames herself internally. The abuse of her parents passed down to her own mind, still torturing her. She hates her eyes, she hates the scars on the underside of her body, the ones not completely visible because she never shows her belly around others. Never sleeps unless it is in a tightly curled ball. She wishes for internal peace but she battles daily with herself. What she wouldn't give for a do over. A second chance to be the real genuine her. She just hopes it's not too late.</p></font><br>
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