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Post by ashestoashes on May 24, 2021 20:03:12 GMT -5
<b>ZOYA DAMARIS-TYKE }} ASHESTOASHES</b> <br>A brown and white tabby stripped Main Coon she cat with pale yellow-green eyes. Zoya is not afraid of things like dirt, bugs, blood, or grime. Indeed this rambunctious gal is all tomboy loving to wrestle and is usually muddy by nature. She finds everything fascinating even the most grossest things to ever bee seen. Unfortunately she has a tendency to making her siblings squeamish. Actually she tends to make most cats squeamish in general. Nothing can tie down Zoya or her fun loving nature.
<b>DUSKY EERIE }} FAITH</b> <br> Dusky brown fur sweeps across his hourglass form with shadowy under tones wisping in and out of his fur. He has white at the back of his back legs and white at the front of his front legs with a sliver of a crescent moon marking beside his right eye. His dead turquoise eyes seemingly stare right through a cat’s anatomy. He often becomes bored of his own identity and will switch between characters he creates for himself giving a different name for each. He’s doesn’t have multiple personality disorder as he is in control, but adores trying new personas and playing pretend. He's close with his father Lex. However growing up he learned that he was actually raised by his aunt Glowstar and uncle at the time, Lex. His real parents were Commander Shule and Sean. Dusky ultimately decided to stay in SunClan until his father and mate moved out to the Regime. That is until his best friend Bloodyrondo became priest of SunClan, by then he had kits and returned to be priest promise. By the time the drama wore away his kits all wanted to stay in SunClan. His daughter had become soothsayer, but mysteriously vanished one night. His son had been revealed to be the Sun God reincarnated and his daughter became priest promise, while his other son wanted to stay to protect his sister. Dusky respected their choices deciding to stay, but unfortunately was drafted into the Regime's bootcamp for his crimes while working with Bloodystar. When he has served his time will he decide to stay in the Regime or return back to SunClan.
Rank // Bootcamp
Specialty // Private
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // Unseenlights
<b>KOTORI EERIE }} FAITH</b> <br>Kotori is a small jet black tom with a half crescent moon face and exotic gilded green eyes like his fathers and a long scar over his right shoulder. He has a high snarky, naturally sarcastic voice that often gets him in trouble. He comes from Renegade Regime, but is a quarter Primal Instincts. This prince of ultimate sass is known as the graduation day serial killer back in his home clan. He killed three retired medicine cats and two of his siblings as well as injuring an elder, three kits, and an apprentice with an a failed attempt at murdering his father. He stole the extra lives of the chamans and leaders in order to have nine for his dearly beloved Cyra to have. His murder all from the result of two star crossed lovers. Silver scars outline his body, desperate defensive wounds his victims inflicted upon him. He may take some offense if someone called him ugly so he often pampers himself, covering up the scars with anything that could blend into his liquid black fur. It’s not uncommon to see him sharpening his claws into a perfect manicure just for him to chew them up again. Despite being a murderer his anxiety levels are higher than he lets anyone know. He often gives backhanded sassy comments towards other people as a coping mechanism and calling him a compulsive liar wouldn’t be far from the truth. His compulsive lies are what brought him to his murder spree, constantly faking tears and smiles towards people he never liked. Repressing back the storm inside of him until it came free on his graduation day as a spy. He is capable of caring for others, but never above his own life, except for Cyra who he will kill and die for. However he holds a distrust towards everyone despite no one giving him a reason to distrust them. He’s often a coward to his own emotions.
Rank // Bootcamp
Specialty // Private
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // n/a
<b>LOELIA VELLICORPSE }} FAITH</b> <br>During her birth there were complications, at the time Loelia hadn’t developed properly in the womb, she was far more premature than the rest of her siblings. Upon being born she had a hard road to recovery ahead. She was paralyzed entirely and it was Xuxa and her fathers call on whether they should continue to support her. She was nameless at the time, her skin tone was all wrong, and as time progressed she only grew worse, her fur wasn’t growing in and while other kits developed she did not. Her mother Xuxa wanted to take her off of support from the guiders and let her go easy feeling this was no way to live paralyzed staring up at tunnel ceilings all her life. But her father believed in her and her recovery and stayed with her. Loelia matured, but her joints are stiff to the point that she can only walk short distances before her back legs give out and she must drag them behind her. Wishing for something more she met Shaman Creek, a handsome Primal Instinct tom. Falling for him hard she surprisingly managed to leave home and join the league when she was five moons. All in an attempt to leave the Regime so she wouldn't be forced to work as a guider. Thanks to Creek and his dad Funk E'tan she was regularly given a purpose, helping out around the Shaman's den while also training with Elyon the assassin. Later Creek and her were relocated to DayClan by Funk E'tans orders. There she continued training, but her legs remained paralyzed. Creek managed to create braces for her legs that connected to her other legs like marionettes so when her front legs walked the back would shadow the movements. Using her core muscles she would be able to move irregularly too so long as she could rely on her core muscles. When the Regime set up camp underneath DayClan Loelia realized it was time for her to return to them now that she was the capable independnet warrior she always wanted to be for them.
Rank // Scout
Specialty // Predator
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // N/A
<b>ROTTENFANG SILVIUS }} FAITH</b> <br>Rottenfang is a lot like his father Snakefang, he has a sly attitude, but is capable of being playful, while also being reserved as any WinterClan can be. If it wasn’t for his mother's blood he would have led a perfectly normal WinterClan life. Rottenfang has a sarcastic attitude that gained him plenty of beatings in the mountain clan. Abused by his step parents Dottymask and Silverfury he was constantly humiliated and punished not just by them, but by the entire clan from Wintrystar's orders. He was named Rottenfang as an insult to his father's name, Snakefang. Rottenfang grew up being called a demon, incapable of love or being loved. Soon enough that was what he became, kidnapping his step mothers kits and murdering his step father. While Rottenfang is an average sized cat, due to his malnutrition growing up he has a very kit like appearance and a more childish voice. Rottenfang has grey fur with black patterns along the right side of his face, legs, and tail that move across his pelt like dark lightning striking a tabby pattern. The left side of his face is white as well as his chin, chest, and underbelly. He has dull amber reptilian eyes and long fangs. It's very easy to see that he was abused by the deep scars that rake his scrawny body. Despite not having any warrior training he has found his place in the Regime, as all he ever did was hunt from dawn to midnight, eating only scraps. In the Regime he can hunt for prolonged periods of time, no matter the weather, and survive on barely any food at all.
<b>HARLOW WHITTHORN}} FAITH</b> <br>Harlow fell into debt to the Regime after she was discovered stealing prey from them, not knowing the land belonged to anyone. She was placed into bootcamp very young and worked to the bone until giving in to become a member. From there she was inspected, deciding that due to her muscular build she would be fit for miner work as a mercenary. She’s often working long shifts everyday, constantly doing hard labor. Harlow dreams to escape from it all, which is when she turns the tables. Instead she begins to play games with Regime cats, when they lose they owe her. The more they bet the more they lose and owe her. Soon enough everyone’s in debt to her one way or another. Her favorite bet is off of lives or limbs, people can lose their paws, claws, toes, tails, ears, tongue, or eyes to her. Other times she’ll take people’s kits after they lose as a way to ensure that they’ll pay her back and stay in her good favor. If they don’t have kids she’s not above talking up the origin superior so he can find them a suitable mate to marry and hopefully have kits with to give one to her. Now Harlow’s in it for the long haul, no longer interested in the idea of escaping her debt when she’s enjoying the thrill of the game. Harlow is extraordinarily composed even in the face of danger, often having a strange unearned, serene calmness about her. There’s a certain unexpected elegance to Harlow, as well as a down to earth nature that makes others feel disarmed, more comfortable than they expected around her.
Rank // Mercenary
Specialty // Miner
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // N/A
<b>SLOANE FROST }} FAITH</b> <br>She is a first generation Regime cat, her mother fell in love with a Regime cat and moved in giving birth to her and her sister. However her sister and mother had gone missing when she was just a cadet, without any family she leaned more on the Regime for support. Later she fell in love with a Regime tom and both were set on providing as many kits as possible to the Regime. Sloane is an excellent scout, but not because of her strategy, but her ability to befriend animals and kill them. Her mother had passed this talent onto her, a family gift that no cat, even when taught seemed to be able to mimic. Sloane is very much the unobtainable good girl that drives every crazy because no one can be that perfect. She comes off as the perfect scout, Regime cat, mate material, everything. By some she may even be viewed as a hero, always willing to go out into a bleak day and return back with prey to those who needed it most.
Post by ashestoashes on May 26, 2021 14:04:06 GMT -5
<b>AXIOM STARKFIELD }} ASHESTOASHES</b> <br>A shorthair black smoke tabby tom with frosty blue eyes. While most of Axiom’s fur is a stormy black, he has a few white patches: An off-center blaze, a splash on his chest and even a few of his toes, all snowy white. He doesn’t have a lot of meat on his bones but still manages to be incredibly cute, what with his boxy face and large, striking eyes. Axiom’s unique looks are thanks to his rare bloodline: His family - the Starkfields - are among the few remaining descendants of Avalon Everlasting, Renegade Regime’s sister group that has been lost to the ages. The unofficial historian of the family, Axiom tries to learn all he can from his mother and Renegade veterans of his bloodline’s history, all the way back to the founding of the two groups if he can. However, he is also deeply interested in other groups’ histories and lore, often disappearing for long spans of time to expand his knowledge base. Axiom loves to tell the stories he’s learned, both fairytales and histories, and finds it a thrill to see the excitement on his audience's faces. He gets really into it and is actually an amazing actor, so much so that most kits in the Regime tend to crowd around him whenever he is near, begging for a performance that he is always keen to give.
Rank // Scout
Specialty // Predator
Sexuality // Bisexual
Mate // N/A
Edited May 26, 2021 14:38:13 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
<b>GRAVELSHELL EERIE }} GIDGETGAL</b> <br>At first glance, a she-cat like her seems almost out of place; a gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell with stunning light hazel eyes. Her body is matted with a few scars, but they're always old and faded, never fresh. At second glance, it becomes obvious that she's different from the rest; she carries herself with confidence and pride that would normally be unthinkable for someone of her age and rank. But no one has ever dared try to correct her behavior, and for good reason. Once upon a time, Gravelshell was known as Gravelstar, leader of Waterclan. Initially isolated by her clanmates for her love of battle, it was only when her clan was threatened did Gravelshell rise up the ranks with the honor of a true warrior, serving under Phoenixstar as a loyal deputy before taking on the position of leader herself, leading Waterclan for several generations. Even long after stepping down from her position, she stood strong alongside her clan through plague, uprising, and loss, but everyone eventually has a breaking point. When Waterclan was washed away to destruction, for the first time in her life she made the choice to be selfish and put her own family above the clan she had sacrificed so much for. Her family first fled to Primal Instinct, then Dayclan after her eldest daughter became a member of Dayclan's Immortal Council. Time after time she kept hoping to live the rest of her lives in peace, but fate always seems to have more in store for her, and now she's in the Regime for the indeterminate future. To most, Gravelshell appears to be a very solitary and stoic cat; serious and a real stickler for the rules. But those close to her know the truth: she is a passionate and dynamic soul, a cat who puts her heart and entire being into everything she does, and once she makes a decision, she almost never wavers, even if that choice ends up being the wrong one. But above all, she has a caring heart and is willing to go above and beyond to make her home and family happy, even if it means giving up her own life to do so. 2 lives remaining.
<b>POLARI ORGUEIL }} ATOMHEART</b> <br>Legs, he looks to be nothing but legs. Polari towers over most, if not all of his group mates and is prone to finding a tunnel here or there that is too small. It is perhaps due to his height that he looks a bit thin, though Polari would still look a bit thin if he was of normal height. His short coat is a golden sand color with a white underbelly, the two colors blurring together along the edges. Over all of that are black spots, not coherent enough to be tabby marks but not large enough to be rosettes. He has cheetah-like black markings on his face, drawing attention to his rather large and unusual shaped nose. Large almond shaped eyes are an olive green, with flecks a few shades lighter. His ears are wide and rounded at the top, they match his tail which is shorter than a normal cats. Overall he has just enough off about him to hint at his ancestry. Polari was born in a twoleg home, a rather expensive savannah cat due to his low gen status. Of course he had been born a female, meaning he could provide many future generations of cats, though he always thought he was a male. Amongst the other cats in the house no one ever questioned his insistence that he was a he, it luckily was an accepting place. He was a beloved pet for the first few weeks of his life. His twoleg even made a special enclosed area outside for his siblings and him. Of course being a curious kitten, Polari found a small opening and snuck out. Thrilled at the chance to chase birds and other small critters, he quickly got far from home. Completely lost he wandered lost for a few days before being found by Bear and Pookie. The pair quickly adopted him into their motley crew as their first son.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 29, 2021 13:11:57 GMT -5
<b>SUNDARA SEY }} ACHROMATIC</b> <br>Dawn, when it’s neither day nor night. When the world blurs and one might encounter something not human. Soma and Sundara, darkness and light. Which one is which? No one really knows. Born as naked as a mole rat, Sundara looks like a creature from the depths, ready for the reckoning, reaping one's soul. What exactly is Sundara? No one really knows. With one golden eye and one blue eye, it's said that Soma's eyes are the complete opposite, but which one is Sundara and which one is Soma? No one really knows. They say Soma only speaks in questions, and Sundara only speaks in literary devices. But who is Sundara and who is Soma? No one knows. If you ask Sundara what the difference is between the two, her answer is a laugh. It's pretty simple really. Sundara believes that the opposite of fire is water, while Soma believes the opposite of fire is no fire. It's pretty obvious really. But which one is Sundara and which one is Soma? No one really knows.
<b>GOSSAMER ALESSANDRA EERIE }} IAN</b> <br>Should she call herself an Eerie? It's debatable, but she likes how it gets a rise out of Shule. About half of her life is dedicated to getting a rise out of Shule, it seems. You can't really blame her, though. One of the favorite moments in the former Commander's life was watching Shule's expression when Gossamer strutted in the Regime the first time and declared herself leader. Well, not really declare, persay. Gossamer Alessandra won it fair and square. She always wins things fair and square, holds onto them until she gets bored, and moves onto the next game. Chaos incarnate, she's a feline who can't (or simply won't) contain her bad impulses. If she wants it, she gets it, no matter the cost. Always with her paw in the pot, Goss is a trouble maker who thrives on upsetting others and absolutely resents the fact she lives in the <i> actual earth</i>, not because she doesn't like the Regime, but because Goss is a cat who simply does not like to get her paws dirty. Perhaps this is because she's absolutely stunning, her body wrapped in white furs swirled with the lightest of silvers, with shimmering blue eyes. Who <i> would </i> want to be dirty when you look like that? A bit conceited, there are a lot of things that make Gossamer Alessandra an absolutely terrible addition to the group. However, she is not all bad. Raised and groomed to lead, she can actually be quite quick on her paws. She also has a way of convincing others to fall into her traps, normally a game of some sort. Very rarely can a cat beat her in a game of strategy, something she uses to get what she wants.
Rank // Sentinnel
Sexuality // Lesbian
Mate // has Kaisra dumped her
ya i couldn't find her old bio if she had one and i hate writing bios so oops LOL
<b>PIOUS REDWOOD }} SHADOW</b> <br>An orange moscow mutation she-cat with plum eyes. From a young age, she was fascinated by the tales of the Blind Protector, and vowed that she would dedicate her life to him. As such, she refuses to take a mate, which also just so happens to suit her romantic preferences. Until the day she passes on, she will remain ever loyal to the savior of the regime.
Rank // Scout
Specialty // Pirate
Sexuality // Asexual Aromantic
Mate // None, she is eternally dedicated to the Blind Protector
<b>BLISS EERIE }} JADIE</b> <br>Bliss is a pretty little she-cat with icy blue eyes that are much too big for her face. Black fur tinged blue envelopes her lithe and narrow from, shot but thick, full and soft as a rabbit’s pelt. Her left ear has a notch in the tip from when she was captured by a twoleg as part of a TNR program. She’s infertile now but couldn’t be happier or healthier, as the cutter also “fixed” a malabsorption disorder that she had been suffering ever since she was a kitten. As a result her pelt smoothed out, she finally put on some weight and can now do things she never had the strength to do in the past. Bliss has always been swift with a sharp-nose but, finally healthy, all of her senses seem heightened and supercharged. She’s a natural at just about any new feat she tries - it’s like weights were literally removed from her paws. A new cat with a new name, Bliss has moved on from her dark past as the League’s Shaman and is now a confident, assertive she-cat. With her mate, Miracle, and the large family that she is now a part of, Bliss finally has everything she has ever dreamt of and more.
