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Post by Honeystorm on Oct 18, 2020 20:57:50 GMT -5
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
SCALDINGHEAT
With his orange-russet fur, splotched and smoked with charcoal black, he looks permanently like he was singed by flame, his deep amber eyes like endless flames that look out into the world. His father is Firecollapse, and grandson of Foxbane/Vixen kismet and Deal. A relatively grouchy tom, he is distrustful
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
LOCKETWHISPER
A dark brown tom with green eyes. Son of Dawnhistory, grandson of Foxbane/Vixenkismet & Deal. Calculated and withdrawn, he’s more likely to observe than to act, and has a tumultuous relationship with his family at best. Rather than interact with them, he’s a more solitary cat, hoping to not get caught up in the drama of the family as a whole, though often he can’t seem to even manage that.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
ANGERENDURANCE
A blue-gray tom with light brown eyes. Outgoing and calm. Reserved and silent when angered. Son of Syndromeenigma and Daylight, grandson of Barleystar, Skystar, Uta, and Abandon. Despite his name, he is rather hard to upset, and assumes a protector role for others. He is fiercely loyal, and will do just about anything for those closest to him. Though rarely angered, when pushed to the edge he snaps and will lash out at whoever it is that is the target of his rage.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: DayClan
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
THIMBLEBERRYBURN
A tall, wiry tom with soft, pale red-and-white fur and green eyes. He and his brother Crabapplekit are very close; whereas Crabapplekit is loud, he is the calmer of the two, serving as the rational mind of the litter. He is also kind and good-humored, though in a quieter, more understated way. He enjoys good word-play and clever jokes, and prides himself in his intelligence. However, he lacks somewhat in bravery, as he has many fears. One fear is fire, which ravaged the camp when he was just a kit and almost suffocated him.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
SOULMATCH
A thick furred cinnamon and white tabby tom with turquoise and gold eyes. Son of Daylight and Syndrome-enigma. Grandson to Skystar, Barleystar, Uta, and Abandon. He is the youngest of his litter, giving him thirteen older littermates. Much like his mother, and his grandfather, and great grandfather before him, the tom has just a tad of a temper issue, to put it lightly. It's easy to irritate him, whether it's the heat, a roll of the eyes from a clanmate, or a passing tease, he tends to go off the rails a lot. Which actually tends to surprise cats, when he erupts at them the first time, as he is generally a quiet being, keeping to himself more than anything, observing and thinking rather than being a social butterfly. Sometimes, cats don't even notice him, only to see him, fur fluffed up, eyes burning with blue and gold flame looking up at them. Nonetheless, he's quite intelligent, if standoffish from those other than his relatives, and can make a great asset, so long as you don't irritate him, which is a feat in itself.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: DayClan
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
ELECTRICFRAGMENT
A longhaired, golden tom with lightning yellow eyes and pale gray flecks throughout his fur that make him appear to be turning into a statue. Of all of the litter, he is the broken one. The hardships of the litter's youth, instead of building up his skills, only shattered his psyche. While on the surface he may have no clear purpose in the litter, he's the last resort. Unpredictable, and always stressed out about how his littermates are faring, he is dangerous when pushed to his breaking point, capable of great feats, though this is rare, and he usually just watches from the sidelines, running messages back and forth and keeping everything functioning smoothly. Littermate to Lovesmitten, Jadedcavalier, Midnighthoax, Bloodpaw, and Royaldesolation.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
AKAMU
Akamu is a large Maine Coon tom with deep copper eyes. He has a white undercoat shaded with a vibrant rust color along his spine that fades as it travels down his body, to his paws which are a pale, creamy shade not unlike the stain blood would leave on a pristine white pelt after the substance has initially been washed away. Taller than even his mother, Sayaka, who never payed him much mind, he certainly has a personality to match. Energetic and boisterous, it's not just his size and coloring that stand out among the colors of the creeping growth and decrepit buildings. He is spirited, and has a tendency to be a bit louder than he should, whether it be his thunderous paws on cracked ground, or split the night with a loud laugh. He can almost always bring a smile to his face for the light-less group and is genuinely kind, though fierce in battle and extremely loyal. Sometimes, despite this, however, he can be misconstrued as vain or of acting superior to others, due largely to the fact he has to physically look down to meet others' eyes, standing well above many of them. But that doesn't matter all that much to him. He lives as he wishes, and what others think is what they think, it hardly concerns him. Son of Sayaka.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Primal Instinct
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
BLAIR
A puppeteer, pulling on the strings as the rest of the world travels obliviously by. Ghostly white fur fading into the fog and shadows, only the faintest gray-blue markings of royalty staining his otherwise pristine pelt. Dolls dance at his will, grotesque effigies of children with sewn up wounds and dry, lifeless fur that keep the eerie tom company. Hypnotic moonstone eyes of the palest, clearest silver draw you in, ethereal, holographic shades of blue seeming to emanating from his eyes that captures your very soul. Can't you see the craftsmanship of his toys? Aren't you jealous? Would you like to join his collection? Blair wants you to be with him.. forever. And what Vera's grandson wants, he gets, at any cost. Resistance is met with tantrums and destruction, crying and whining until he gets what he wants. What is his /is his/, and any who would dare to take that away from him must die. Possessive, childish, cold-blooded, obsessiveness runs in his genes, a yandere who latches onto things and people and refuses to let them go even at a detriment to himself or others. Otherwise sweet, if highly immature, his love for his family rises to insane levels, any who would take them away from him having a special place reserved in his collection. Death has always been a part of his life, from the first life he took, belonging to a kittypet with a cute little teddy bear he quickly claimed for his own, to the dolls he collects, crudely taxidermied cats and creatures of all kinds, kits mainly, cleanly killed, flesh removed to be replaced by feathers, skin laid back over, and set up in his underground gallery. Often, when he works, haunting music can be heard from the cavern, a beautifully child-like voice that mesmerizes. Pravian by blood, and blood before all, though he hardly fits into the neat little box of perfection he is taught to display. Son of Arden and Ava, grandson of Vera E’tani.
Rank: Ambassador District Hunter
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
FUJIN
Finding a free spirit is hard in a place such as the League. Harder still is it to find someone so absolutely energetic and carefree, full of laughter and cheer even in the darkest of moments, one so utterly incapable of seriousness or understanding consequences. Fujin is such a cat. Nothing bothers him. His laughter rings through the trees as readily as his claws rip through flesh, and to him, there is no such thing as fear, worry, or regret. There is only the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline coursing through his veins in every waking moment, the death defying stunts and risking it all. For him, there is no other way to live. As such, he as amassed a sort of cult following, of those who worship his energy and are fascinated by the tom's complete and utter insanity. There is no cat who speaks an ill word to his face, lest their blood paint the ground seconds later to the raucous laughter and joy of those whom he associates with. The brown tabby is the light of the party, his green gaze permanently alight with reckless fervor, always on the edge of losing it all, his white tipped toes almost permanently stained with the blood of his victims. He is the high roller, the careless, the carefree, and the crazy. Now, why don't you come along and he'll show you a good time? Brother to Raijin.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Primal Instinct
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
WINNIE
Part of Eve and Alto's second litter. the youngest and the smallest. Also a little slow. The league would probably look down on her for being so slow in the mind. She’s not a bad hunter and fighter. But her mother does occasionally baby her. While her father takes the credit for all the things Winnie manages to accomplish. she doesn’t fully get morality. She just kind of looks to her mother or siblings to know if she did good or bad. If killing cats earns approval she just goes on doing whatever gets her good reactions. If she doesn't get any reactions she’s a little lost on whether she did good or bad. Sister of Ava.
Rank: Punishment District Huntress
Clan: Primal Instinct
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
MICHELE
Male. He looks demonic even at the best of times. A blank face that would impress even Senescence with it's lack of expression no matter what's thrown at it, almost as if it were frozen. In creepy contrast, however, his voice is far too heartfelt, as though he wears his heart on his sleeve. It paints a creepy picture, of an expressionless cat giving the most uproarious laughter to ever exist, though this seems to not bother his littermates. He moves like a broken record wearing a necklace of bone-made instruments taken from his victims, and rather enjoys playing for his littermates, or serenading the cats who's future bones are to rest against his chest. A white cat with dark brown, almost black eyes. Adopted child of Funkson/Funk?, adopted grandchild of Foxbane & Funk.
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Gender: SwiftClan
Name & Bio: Female
BLACKLOTUS
Black tabby with yellow eyes. Carbon copy of her father yoikes. Daughter of Squirrelpool and Smokeynight. Related to all of the Swiftriver family (Phoenixstar & Lightningswift, Chimerastar, etc) She wants what she wants, and no one will ever tell her otherwise. Haughty, self important, and an overall brat, she walks around like she owns the world. However, she tends to get away with it more than others purely for the fact that she is absolutely gorgeous, and many cats will overlook a horrible attitude for a pretty face. Niece of Bluestream.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SwiftClan
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
SHADEMIST
Born into a gray world, judging gazes and whispered words grating on him from the very youngest of ages. His father a traitor, his mother a feline who fell for his charms. His half-siblings treated like they had the world at their paws while he was scorned. How can one not grow to resent the world then? Especially when the one who followed his father Riverwolf ruined WaterClan, and dared to remake it again under a different name. Not nearly so composed as his eldest brother, the youngest of the litter is a troublemaker all his own. The thick furred silvery tom, with wisps of dark gray rippling through his pelt like gentle waves, his face mostly covered with that darkness as though he wore a mask. His eyes are as deep as the pain his presence seems to bring to the clan, rich like chocolate, with a thin ribbon of yellow running diagonally down his left eye, and an opposite one in blue running up the right. A burden to all who know him, he is a cat who can't seem to get his life together. Impulsive to a fault, without regard to the safety of his own clanmates, if they didn't avoid him for his father, they avoided him purely because he dives headfirst into danger, the type to be the first to start arguments and the last to let go of grudges, risking the lives of all who interact with him, whether intentional or not. He can't help it. It's his way of coping with the isolation, with the glares and the rumors that surround them. If they want a monster, well, they've gotten their wish. He'll give them something to talk about. Son of Riverwolf and Bluestream, nephew of Smokeynight.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SummerClan
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
MOTYXIATOXIN
A pure white she-cat with ebony paws, ginger markings along her tail and acrose face, and pretty hazel eyes. Cunning and manipulative, she is hardly the kind of she-cat you want to interact with, as every word is used to her gain. When her mother fled to SummerClan when the sickness came, she, naturally came with. Daughter of Thunderstorm and Emberstar. Granddaughter of Phoenixriver & Lightingswift, and Sparrowmark & Dawnspirit
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
ALASTOR
Tormentor. Executioner. Avenger. A large black cat with fearsome green eyes. It is unwise to trifle with the tom, as he is all his namesake and more. An intimidating figure to say the least, he blends in with the shadows of the tunnels, though his sharp eyes stand out against his ebony pelt. It is rare that the tom ever smiles, often looking upon his groupmates with little interest, though he is neither arrogant, nor does he act as though others around him are below him. They merely have little meaning to him, other than being the cats whom he is sworn to protect. They're duty, nothing more. He has a stronger relationship with his family, particularly fond of his father Slite, but then again, perhaps that's just because he's all but denounced his relation to the former Commander, Brighton, who happens to be his mother. He pretends she doesn't exist when possible, and does what he can to distance himself from the she-cat at all times. But perhaps cats don't see that as unusual, given his aloof and solitary nature. Naturally, given his stature and reverence of his father, Alastor became a Mercenary. He is a terror in battle, vicious and unforgiving, nearly tearing his opponents to pieces, remorseless and ruthless. However, his claws are not only saved for the heat of battle with cats outside the Regime. Under his pretense of near being emotionless, he actively searching out those who've done wrong, particularly to their family members, and wreaks vengeance upon the wrongdoers, whether in the Regime or out in the world beyond the tunnels. And it doesn't necessarily stop at the wrongdoer. Should the wrongdoer escape punishment, their offspring become the target, paying the price for the err of previous generations. Alastor is a phantom of the night, his claws always sharpened should he find someone whose done wrong. But what'll happen when he finds out his Slite's past? Son of Slite & Brighton. Nephew to Noceur, cousin to Sapphira, Snowella, Valeray, Loelia, and any other kits of Xuxa. Distantly related to the Eerie fam. Cousin of Evelyn.
Rank: Mercenary
Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
LISBET
Behind knowledgeable green eyes and a cute black and white frame with childishly puffy cheeks lies a cat both perfect and imperfect. She is the cat in the know, with every bit of gossip, every answer you could ever want. She is usually blunt, more often then not, honest, and she is the perfect soldier, much like her great aunt Shule, a cat who would never deny an order given to her. At the same time, she is a cat who despises conflict after becoming the de facto mediator of her siblings, trying in vain to settle the disputes they create. Easily irritated by others and their ineptitude, she keeps to herself most often, internally picking out each and every one of their mistakes and judging them for it, though she'd never tell you that to your face. At the same time, however, she does the same to herself, expecting perfection in each and every little thing, often leading to impulsive apologies for things not necessarily her fault. This has also made her an incredibly sensitive cat, one who can't stand for her flaws to be picked apart by the imperfect creatures around her, and, contrary to her usual disposition, she may even start to spread some rumors about those who really go after her shortcomings, the half-truths being lost among her usual honest comments. Humble on her face, but anything but beneath the surface, she is a cat who could stand to be taken down a peg, to realize that everyone is human, with strengths and faults, and that is bad to only focus on the negative. Daughter of Fjord and Venus. Granddaughter of Slawn & Jasmine. Related to Shule & the Eerie fam.
Rank: Raiser
Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
HOURGLASS
Son of Deal & Timerous. A feminine looking white tom with calico point markings on his face. His siblings are Sundial, Century, and Millennium. He usually keeps to himself, but loves his family dearly. He enjoys helping others, and, much like his father, has a peculiar obsession with time.
Rank: Guider
Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
BIFROST
Adopted daughter of Trevet. Daughter of Adnet. She is Trevet's pride and joy. She cares for both her parents, but often goes running to her adopted father over Adnet, finding his protectiveness suffocating. Though gentle, she is as stubborn as they come, and would rather die than admit she could be wrong about something. She has long fur that bears a black and orange undercoat with white tips, making her appear frosted over, and opalescent eyes.
Rank: Raiser
Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
BAVOL
Flighty and insensitive, he is the eldest of the siblings, and seems to take that to mean his family is the best. He is a rather compulsive liar, which is perhaps why no one quite believes the claims of pure blood and 'original' ranking in the Regime. He is, however, the most charming and witty, with the most carefree and causal attitude of the litter, intelligent and logical and quite the manipulator. A siamese tom with watery blue-green eyes.
Rank: Veteran
Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
ARCENE
A light fawn classic tabby tom with blue eyes. A strange one, with a fascination for torture and broken things. As such, they're almost always an integral part of carrying out any plan, but also the most likely to turn their back on the family as a whole. Eccentric and strange, with quite a few quirks, and a tendency to take in every small kit or apprentice he can as a group of misfit children.
Rank: Mercenary
Clan: MoonClan
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
KAIDO
Kaido is a rough cat to get to know, always pushing others away He is known for making a "ffffff" sound similar to a snake whenever he has had enough of the current situation. He trains his body religiously, always doing his best to improve his abilities. Often overlooking other things that should bear some semblance of importance in his life. He has a lot of stamina, and his determination makes him near unstoppable when he puts his mind to something. Kaido, isn't the smartest cat. Preferring to push through things with force rather than to admit that he was wrong and take another approach. Kaido is highly competative with other Takeshi's disciples wanting to become the best. A silver tabby tom with a rather grumpy expression, semi curled ears, and pale, watery green eyes.
Rank: Warrior
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