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Post by Honeystorm on Mar 22, 2020 13:11:04 GMT -5
This thread is for randomly generating yourself a Regime cat! This includes name, picture, gender, rank, and description! All you need to do is tell me how many characters you want generated. cx
Here's a few I've already generated to get started, but if none suit your fancy, just ask for another! None of these cats are related.
Absent minded at best, but he refuses to admit it. He constantly gets chided for tuning out the conversations of others, even so high up as his Superiors or the Commander at times. Then again, it's really hard to pay attention isn't it, when you feel all the work is beneath you anyway. Entitled and with no filter whatsoever, he hardly listens, but always speaks, even when it would be better to stay silent. He prefers his own company, and though he talks big, he refuses to hurt anyone, and at times struggles even with killing prey. When in company he enjoys, however, he can be quite amicable, wild, with a smooth, twanging sort of voice, filling the air with stories and his own snorting laughter.
She's not in control of her own life, though on the outside, she appears just fine to everyone else. Worries plague her mind, intruding thoughts that she obsesses over constantly, scared for those around her. As such she is the nosy type, always in everyone's business and ordering them about, though at least she's good at it, able to maintain a wise and calm exterior to mask the turmoil within. When nervous, she sings to herself, but don't be fooled, despite her slow, melodic voice, she is incredibly tone deaf, and can't hold a tune to save her life, though no one seems too keen on actually telling her that. As a tyke, she managed to chip one of her fangs, giving her a strange, but endearing smile.
Insanity wrapped in velveteen tones and flirtatious words. He's a well groomed sort, if naive enough to think everyone around him is friendly, and bold to the point of trying to drag everyone into his schemes. Handing around him means you're certain to be dragged into some sort of strange event, and the tom can be found often talking to plants, giving them names and personalities, and seeming to think these plants are reincarnated cats of the Regime who have fallen. As such, he refuses to use herbs, horrified that anyone would harm plants, and finds Guiders to be of a scary sort. No one really knows how he got into the Regime, he sort of... just showed up one day, wearing twoleg jewelry and spouting off as he brought prey back to the fresh kill pile.
She really is the sort who should stick to hunting. Never, ever take advice from her, because it is guaranteed to make things worse. She loves using metaphors, and has a terrible habit of overthinking things when she really shouldn't, which doesn't help anyone at all. Due to this, she is the sort who keeps to herself, and above all, hates talking about herself, especially considering the nightmares of her youth that plague her, and the fact it's hard for her to even keep up a conversation at times, due to her narcolepsy. But she refuses to let that stop her, no matter who says she should probably consider retiring to the life of a Guider or Veteran for her own health, seeing as she constantly ends up injured from falling asleep at the worst times.
Magnificent with herbs, her memory is beyond compare, and she can recite off any herb or growing technique needed in an instant. Constantly, she gets told that she could be Chaman one day, that she has so much potential, but not all potential is ever realized. Painfully incapable of remembering a face, she's learned to recognize others by voice and scent rather than appearance, and she can't understand how someone can know a person just by seeing them. But that's fine, she's always on the go anyway, chewing on something or other and headed this way and that for her job. Or at least, she thinks so. Half the orders and praise she gets are simply the voices in her mind, and the Regime is forced to watch as a cat with so much potential slowly breaks with reality, and there's only so much they can do to stop it if she won't realize there's even a problem.