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Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 16, 2020 13:38:51 GMT -5
JACEK – played by strawberrycupid
If I followed him to the ends of the earth, would he even notice? Maybe not, maybe cause he's taken for granted. That's the kind of cat Jacek is though. Always there, and always supportive, to where you can't even imagine him leaving your side. And honestly, he can't either. As white as a ghost, he follows along. The only thing even saying he's alive are the light grey shadows across his face, feet, and tail. He has the most hypnotic blue eyes you've seen, where you could stare into them for hours and have only scratched the surface. Jacek is as cheerful and enthusiastic as they come, always having some sort of diversion or a calm voice to dissolve any sort of tension. He's the kind of friend you can tell anything to and he won't spill it, the sort that only wants the best for you. Behind it, he holds a sort of dark aura to him. But is it really surprising when he's from Primal Instinct and traveled here to support his friend Kaikane? Jacek is one of the few that can talk genuinely to Kaikane, to point out his flaws without getting kicked from the group. While he really just wants Kaikane to forget about Setsuna and get with Athelstan, he doesn't have the same aspirations for himself. Cause outside of being a good friend, he doesn't have a lot going on. No hobbies, or any desire to get into a relationship of his own. Any sort of insecurity about that is hidden in the depths of those blue eyes. If he doesn't mind, it's okay right? Cause he'll keep on following. Right?
Post by Captain Tinkerbell on Sept 26, 2020 23:23:02 GMT -5
Batchaser - played by Captain Tinkerbell Wiley, sarcastic, and perhaps just a bit irreverent, Batchaser is a tabby tom, marked by russet brown and black fur, and pale green eyes. Caught somewhere precariously in-between being something of a free spirit, and prizing his position within his clan, Batchaser’s demeanor could perhaps be described as being somewhat off-beat, not quite eager to please, but is instead, more eager to act. When not performing sentry duty, this tom can most often be found haunting the moorlands and the marsh, preferring hunting and honing his skills over all other duties, in pursuit of rare and difficult prey. A tom has to get their kicks from somewhere, after all.
BEETLEBOO – played by pao Bright with laughter, full of wonder, sparked with life. Beetlboo is the son of Spookbat and Snowshod, two warriors who face demons both awake and asleep. His parents are trouble, something he realized when he was but a kit. It wasn't hard. Spookbat would slither into a corner and not come out for days, his father jumped at his own shadow; simple things like that told more than words ever could. For that, he chose to be their laughter. To be their wonder. Their life. Where they could not feel free to live, love, and laugh he would. When his parents weren't themselves this chocolate brown tom would tend to his siblings. While all he could bring them was laughter and fun, it was something to help lighten the days where they're own parents scared them. Even Beetleboo was scared most days, but he pushed it down to show only a smile. His dark yellow eyes would spark at the thought of a game, of his parents' being themselves, at the little things. Games came from things like saying boo at the shadows to chase away fear, from chasing beetles across the den, from finding mother the best leaf they could. Beetleboo understood from a young age that his family was broken, beaten, and in pieces. Yet, he learned to smile through the bad times and the good. To find joy in the little things. It was all a young cat could do in situations like these. So, just say boo to the shadows and smile a little, it makes the days a little brighter.
A mostly white she-cat with orange mottles across her spine and legs. Her face is also mostly orange, except for a small spot just below her deep, green-amber eyes. By no means is Mottledcypress a visual spectacle, yet the tabby lines that cross across her orange patches are dainty, as if hand-painted by the finest brush. Some say that she makes up for this with her personality, but others are less sure. She's incredibly intelligent, and often bored with the world around her. Other cats can often sense that she finds herself slightly better than everyone else, but she he combats this with an easy charm, which, accompanied by her soft, mellow voice, encourages others to follow her into whatever catastrophe waits for her next, even if they don't necessarily want to. Still, she has a penchant for hurting those she loves. Although she enjoys a casual interaction, deep interpersonal relationships have never been quite her style.
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god why are bios so hard theres a 0% chance she's actually like this at all and i just spent 30 minutes for naught but if that's the case i'll update her bio once i get a better feel for how she's going to turn out.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 19, 2020 15:45:10 GMT -5
VANTAKIT (NOIR) - played by strawberrycupid He was second best. Never quite enough. Maybe he was held back from the get-go. It never felt like he was given the same opportunities his brother was. So Vantanoir accepted his name, and let himself descend into darkness. There's not a hint of anything else in his short pelt. The only things that stand out are his striking dark blue eyes, like pools of the deepest parts of the ocean. It's immediately apparent Vantanoir came from rich blood, the son of Marvelstar and Ryn. His father runs a group called the Silhouettes, and maybe it was his own naivety that made him believe he stood a chance of becoming the successor. Cause what kid doesn't want to follow in their father's footsteps. But that was never really the case since his brother Hauntedruins was set to become the successor from the get-go. Vantanoir couldn't help but be jealous, thrown to the wayside just because Hauntedruins was only a little older than him. So where Vantanoir couldn't win fair and square, he changed routes and became a trickster. It's hard to tell if it's all a game to him or if he's serious, but he takes any opportunity to mess with his brother and try to usurp him. Vantanoir is a schemer, through and through. He always has some trick up his sleeve to get him out of trouble, or he'll lay on this classy charm he has somehow mastered to get out. He does tend to get caught up in his schemes and thinkings, sometimes you can catch him monologuing to himself. Vantanoir isn't the cheeriest guy, it's clear even through the grin. He has a fascination with the dark and the grisly. Underneath it, he is kind and considerate, but he doesn't show it often. Because that's not going to get him to the throne any faster. Kit
CRYSTALKIT (CRYPT) - played by biyuu A white she-cat with pale grey markings and blue eyes. Shy among strangers yet loud when with friends, Crystalcrypt's personality runs hot and cold in the heat of the moment. Her hobbies include talking passionately about her interests even when her friends have stopped caring, and bugs. Youth
...this can't be long enough LMAO also i remember the thing we talked about in voice chat but i thought about it so much that i couldn't remember if i was supposed to do the thing or i wasn't supposed to do the thing? so i took a gamble lmao
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 24, 2020 16:48:17 GMT -5
HAUNTEDKIT (RUINS)- played by Honeystorm The firstborn, the one who had it all. Marvelstar's pride and joy, and the destined one to take over the Silhouettes. But he had life pulling him in far too many directions. He was supposed to be a SunClan cat, and yet here he was in MoonClan, groomed to take over a group that had promised their paws to the enemy. The tom belonged to the darkness, to the light, to the grayed out walls of the seemingly endless city roads. Requiem does his best to please everyone in his life, being Ryn's ruthless heir, listening to orders and preparing to rule... even against one side of his family for the other. On the other paw, pleasing his mother was never a competition. If the black tom understood nothing else in his life, he would forever be certain that his mother would always love him. His father's an entirely different story. Despite being an heir, Hauntedruins always had the feeling he was never enough for his father. He simply wasn't as ruthless or heartless where it counted. He is strong enough, yes, but far more honorable, albeit impulsive, in contrast to his younger brother Vantanoir, not nearly so cunning and crafty. Despite that, he still cares for his family dearly. Maybe one day he'll be able to balance it all, if he doesn't get broken to pieces in the process.
"Happiness is fleeting - I think that's the main lesson I have learned." You never know what you have until it's gone. This truth, no matter how simple it may sound, was one that Whisperwisp had to learn the hard way. She was born into MoonClan, the daughter of religious zealots Darkquill and Ivyswirl. She was a mixture of both her parents: her fur color was a medium-light gray, in between her father's dark gray and her mother's white. She had lynx spots that trickled down her back and sides, almost blending seamlessly into her fur, the markings coming from her father, though they were far more prominent on him. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown that were a couple shades lighter than Ivyswirl's almost-black eyes. Whisperwisp was a picturesque molly, and her parents knew that; they absolutely treasured their darling daughter, their only child, and they felt it was their duty to make her exactly like them - absolutely devoted to Selene. Because of this, Whisperwisp grew up quite lonely. If Whisperwisp wasn't meditating, then she was out hunting and gathering things as offerings for Selene, and after that was done she would return to meditating. Due to not getting very much social interaction with others, Whisperwisp was quiet and fair, rarely speaking unless spoken to. That didn't stop the toms (and even some mollies) of the clan looking longingly at her beautiful appearance, though at a distance, for they didn't want to anger her parents. Darkquill and Ivyswirl were incredibly protective of their daughter, and they secretly feared the day - if it ever came - that their daughter's soulmate would be revealed. That fearful day did come, a few moons after Whisperwisp had become a warrior, and it was revealed that she was destined to be with Crookedsnout. Crookedsnout was a couple moons younger than her, and he was born to Nettleflurry, a she-cat who did not have a mate and who refused to tell anyone Crookedsnout's father. It was rumored that his father was Twistedsmile - a fellow MoonClan warrior - for Crookedsnout had the same deformed muzzle as him, though Twistedsmile denied it profusely. Due to this, Darkquill and Ivyswirl were horrified when their daughter's mateship was announced. They knew better than to cause a commotion during the ceremony, but it didn't stop them from begging their daughter to cut the union between her and Crookedsnout. 'This isn't right!' Darkquill had yowled, while Ivyswirl nearly threw herself on her daughter. 'My baby, my poor baby!' She wailed, trying to cocoon her. Whisperwisp didn't understand - the moment their mateship had been announced, everything had become clear to her. Crookedsnout was everything she never knew she needed, and she was intent on keeping him by her side from now until death. 'What do you mean?' Whisperwisp had exhaled in confusion, her bright eyes large with worry and a hint of fear. 'He is a bastard child, and I will not have my daughter bare a bastard's young. I'm sure Selene had made a mistake. We will go to the Cardinal immediately!' Darkquill had declared, and the fear that was beginning to build in Whisperwisp trickled down her spine. She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell them no, because she knew what would happen if they were to question Selene. Whisperwisp, sadly, could not find her voice. She followed them in a daze as they went to the Cardinal. She watched through foggy lenses as they tried to reason with the Cardinal, as their shared voices began to become louder and louder, and then as insults flew - other clan members had begun to gather, watching the spectacle. Whisperwisp barely registered as Crookedsnout came up to her, and she was only brought from her fog as he nudged her shoulder gently. Suddenly everything was clear - so painfully clear, and at the wrong moment. Darkquill had turned and saw Crookedsnout comforting Whisperwisp, and with uncontrollable fury, he had launched himself at her mate and snapped his teeth around his throat. Crookedsnout was tiny compared to Darkquill, and frail, and so his throat was crushed by the strength of Darkquill's jaws. In that moment, Whisperwisp felt her entire world collapse. She fell back into the fog, deeper this time, and she couldn't comprehend what was going on as Darkquill was pulled from Crookedsnout's body, as the Cardinal had declared that Darkquill and Ivyswirl would be sent to their deaths due to the atrocity they had conspired and committed. She couldn't even make out the figures before her as her parents were slain. The happiness Whisperwisp had finally experienced was so fleeting, yet so vibrant and beautiful and good, that it felt as if a big hole had been punched into her chest once that happiness was ripped away. Her mate, her moment of happiness, dead. Her father, the murderer, dead. Her mother, whom really did no wrong other than accuse Selene of making a mistake, dead. Whisperwisp died that night as well - not physically, but spiritually. She numbed herself to the outside world and dedicated her entire being to Selene. She sought repentance for the grief her parents had caused, and she sought comfort for the loss of her soulmate. Whisperwisp was quiet still, but now she was a different kind of quiet - the quiet that was deafening to anyone near her. The aura that Whisperwisp had surrounded herself with wasn't one of sadness or anger, as one would suspect, but it was one of an abyss. Cold, unfeeling, black. Though her beauty remained, no one gawked at her anymore, or admired her from a distance; they paid extra attention to not pay attention to her, and to avoid her as much as possible. 'Alone in birth, and alone in death I shall be.' Follower
ZESTAL ENAM VI –played by shadow <b>VELVET |</b> "All of the witches and the demons better get out of my way." Glitter and ichor may not be the first things to come to mind when gazing upon the black velvet form of the witcher before you, but appearances are often misleading. You may have heard of the Saga of Caunardhon, a champion with a tongue as vicious and sharp as a python and a core capable of cultivating magic. Some look up to the great Caunardhon as a bridge between worlds, most regard him as a walking plague among them, capable of great evil with a will to watch the world burn. What do you see? Perhaps if you look close enough, you will see the pride that keeps his spine straight, the mirth that makes his cold golden eyes dance like flames, and the calculating tilt of his head. Perhaps you will see nothing, only feel his insightful, penetrating stare shed the layers of who you'd like to be and pierce the heart of who you are. Perhaps, in the end, who he is doesn't matter to you and he is nothing more than a passing flutter in the wind of your own story. Whatever you'd like to believe, whatever helps you sleep at night, know this: He is the cornerstone of your story, a horseman of the apocalypse. Wherever he travels, chaos accompanies, best friends in a world where the humane dies. "But I'm 6'3", baby, with boots on. If you think you can beat me, I'm nothing to walk on. It's all in the strut." Created through the strength of a desolate plea, he was brought into this world of decay and deceit by a mother who longed for another chance at a life she didn't deserve. This was made no more apparent than in her behavior toward her own child, he who she sought so passionately. In her realm where belief in a thing meant life for the thing itself, she bestowed upon her small son a cruel name, one of which, in her home where those who shared her faith thrived on the sacrifice and destruction of others, would be a life condemned before it had even been lived: Zestal Enam VI. There was no basis for such a name; while vastly creative, it left a scar on his being before he had opened his eyes. Evil incarnate, those she considered her friends and family whispered. Beautiful vengeance, she breathed through tears in the night when all was still. For, beyond everything, he was her vengeful angel, trained from birth for war. "I'm not the kind of guy who'll kiss the crown, kiss the crown, but I can't deny the high so hear me out." In spite of his preordained role, Zestal reversed his mother's self-told prophecy against her. Rather than wield fang and claw against those who'd done her wrong, Zestal spent his time mastering the art of the arcane. Though as a young soul he longed only to use his knowledge for the enlightenment of others and ameliorate the plagued, encounters lost to time altered this viewpoint, manifesting the strange and disturbing - though charismatic and facetious - warlock encountered today. Still, though shrouded in mystery, some speculate there is a part of him, deeply embedded in his core, that longs for a life outside of the world he's created for himself. Whether that's true to the reality or not, you'll have to discover for yourself. "Sick of the game, never holding on to what I start. Hell of a shame, I almost got the life I want."
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 7, 2020 23:42:11 GMT -5
AMARYLLISKIT (BLOOM) - played by Flurryofstars A calico American Curl with round hazel eyes. She’s as sweet as her appearance would suggest, even if her upbringing wasn’t always the easiest. Being an outsider of MoonClan and adopted by Whisperwisp, she’s had to undergo a bit of bullying here and there. Ever the easy target with her shy mannerisms and easygoing personality, much of the insults she’s heard have cut deep and even she finds herself inadequate at times. However, she tries hard to overcome her weaknesses and be a productive member of the clan. Amaryllisbloom has always had a kit-like personality with an endless amount of innocence, playfulness, and kindness to go around. Even the darkest of days couldn’t take that away from her. She’s also fascinated by the concept of love and hopes to find her soulmate one day, even if she never has the courage to approach them. Above all else, her family means the most to her and she’s determined to make them proud. Youth
PHANTOMFOX – played by woof Bathed in sunshine and the warmth of day, the tawny and copper hues of his pelt would ignite into a fiery blaze, flaming accents against a bulky body. But it was many moons before his arrival in MoonClan since he last enjoyed standing in the light, and under silvered moonshine Phantomfox's coat is much more ethereal, molten chocolate and harnessed twilight sheathing sheer muscle. His eyes are as ghostly and white as the moon itself, as if crafted out of its surface. He may have once been handsome, sometime long before his face was mangled by the fangs of a wild beast, scars twisting his skin and exposing flesh where there should be fur. He doesn't say much of his past or how he came to wear his badges of dishonor; the memory still haunts him when he sleeps, bearing down on him nightmarishly. Whatever he does say is quiet to prevent his perpetual ire from rising into his voice, but everyone can hear it churning under the surface and see it in the scowl upon his twisted features. Lost somewhere in the dark abyss of where his heart should be, a cage has closed its door on his freedom and he is a subject of his own torment, to be punished for eternity unless someone can light his soul aflame once more and save him from his prison.
