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uploading this little fucker to clear some room in my stash and make him easier to find for myself. the character who was born of 3 AM memes and shitposting. he's not coming in for a while, probably.

“My behavior is nonetheless, deplorable. Unfortunately, I'm quite prone to such bouts of deplorability."

-Mistborn: The Final Empire

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I D E N T I T Y

N A M E

Haven Name: Deathkit

Common Name: Mortis(?)

Nickname: Morty(?)

A G E

Current Age: Newborn

Birthday: (Insert Age) Post-Calamity

G E N D E R A N D S E X U A L I T Y

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Questioning
Relationship Status: Single, currently not looking

H E R I T A G E

Breed: Highlander, American Shorthair, American Curl, Maine Coon, Moggy mix
Ancestral Affiliation: Safe Haven

Origin: Haven-born

C H A R A C T E R T Y P E

Auma Type: To be rolled. Auma appears as tentacles that whip and curl, disappearing like wisps of smoke only to be replaced.
Character Slot: Extra, earned upon participation in Babylon

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Summary:
Personality Traits:

{ Curious }
"You there! Mortal! Explain to me what this does!"
As most kits are, Deathkit has a spark of curiosity that cannot be sated until he knows everything about anything... as long as it isn't boring. He especially likes to learn about ashen, powers, enchantments and the sort. The easiest way to irritate him is to make it clear you know something he doesn't and then not tell him. He would do most anything to get his claws into some good information. He may often be found interrogating others on how their powers work, how crafter's enchantments work, how the ashen work, and hell, even how other cats' minds work, if someone confuses him. Deathkit wants to learn anything and everything-- for what purpose, nobody is certain. It seems like he just enjoys the feeling of power-- of having information that not everybody has.

{ Not Subtle }

"Did something rip your face off!?"
Deathkit has a habit of saying whatever is on his mind as soon as it comes to him. It builds off of his curiosity in the sense that he'll ask questions when it's probably inappropriate to do so. When he sees a cat with heavy facial scarring, he'd ask "what happened to you face?" without even thinking about how that may upset them. He doesn't mean any harm by it, but he needs to learn how to appropriately make inquiries.
{ Obsessive }

"Tell me! I have to know!"
Deathkit absolutely hates secrets. As soon as he's aware that someone isn't telling him something, he is filled with an absolute need to know what's being hidden from him. He'll try to put it out of his mind, but his mind keeps going back to it. He tries to act like he doesn't care, but it's actually driving him mad. He'll sneak around and try to bribe, but he usually will never beg. If he can't figure it out, he'll probably make something else to sate his curiosity.
{ Forgiving }

"I suppose you can be forgiven.... Be thankful that I, merciful Deathkit, decided to spare your life rather than give you to the elder gods!"
Kind, merciful, benevolent... all of these are words Deathkit would use to describe himself. However, the reality of the situation that he WON'T tell you is that he just really doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. For someone who thinks of himself as an emissary for the Elder Gods, lord knows what those are, he's surprisingly softhearted. The last thing he wants is to make someone cry. He doesn't like the feeling of being guilty. If he ever hurt someone that much, he may even break his all-powerful character to try and fix it.
{ Gallant }

"Hark! A call for help! I shall save you!"
The first step to greatness is building a name for yourself. What's the point of being an all-feared Grandmaster Necromancer if nobody knows to quake beneath your wrath? Perhaps being a hero isn't the best way to build fear at the sound of your name, but every villain has an origin story... or maybe an anti-hero, rather. Whenever Deathkit hears a cry for help, he'll charge over to try and provide assistance, though he's more likely to just get under your paws than actually help. Maybe chaos really is his thing, then?
{ Eccentric }

"Raising a family isn't difficult as long as they're buried close together."
First off, what the hell is this Elder God drabble about? Nobody is really sure where he got that from, though it seems as though he whole-heartedly believes in these deities he's come up with. He claims to be their emissary, their messenger, and tries to use them to strike fear into the hearts of others... though he just sounds like a kit with a couple of imaginary friends. Deathkit longs to be a necromancer after he heard tales of the Skinner's resurrection before Babylon. Such a great cat was brought back from the 'finality' of death, which is a remarkable feat, and wants to do it himself. Additionally, be believes Del to be a necromancer for the action and admires her for it. Nobody has really taken the time to explain to him the abilities of the stone she carries yet.
{ Imaginative }

"It's not made up! The Elder Gods will be furious with your disbelief!"
It's obvious that Deathkit has a very active imagination. He's young and some of the things his mind cooks up don't make a whole lot of sense, but he seems to wholeheartedly believe in his stories and imaginary friends. If he doesn't believe, he certainly seems hellbent on making others believe them.
{ Stubborn }
"I want to go outside the walls now! By the time I'm big everything will be discovered already!"
Deathkit thinks his way is the right way, and will fight through hell to make sure his plans are carried through. When someone tells him 'no', he's likely to spite them by doing what it is he wants, even if it leads to his own detriment (i.e. Deathkit, when told to go to bed if he wants to stay up and is told no, he'll stay up til dawn, even if he feels like the living dead the next day). He thinks nobody takes him seriously because he's a kitten and wants to prove that he knows what he's doing, even if he doesn't. Additionally, he's very dead-set on doing things by himself without any help. Receiving help from someone makes him very indignant and grouchy because he feels that he's capable of taking care of himself, even if he isn't.

{ Dramatic }

"Hugs!? Unhand me, vile creature! It burns!!! IT BURNS!!!"
Deathkit is loud, eccentric, and boy, is he dramatic. He draws a lot of attention to himself and makes things out to be bigger than they really are. He may not fully realize it, but he likes drawing attention to himself because he thinks it'll help him make friends, since he seems to be socially inept otherwise. He enjoys having "fans" following him around because it makes him feel powerful. He calls his outlandish behavior "flair", though others might consider it annoying.

{ Mischevious }
"Hehehe... Who would ever expect to find a roach in their nest!?"
You can't expect much else from a kitten. Deathkit loves mischief making. His pranks are mostly small, harmless little things that, at most, cause minor inconveniences. As small as they might be, watching the startled reactions of other cats makes him smile and laugh. He aims to uphold the Chaotic Neutral image he's trying to create for himself. Additionally, he tends to take things that don't belong to him. If you take him into Crafter's Circle, don't take your eye off of him... supplies might go missing if he's left unattended. He's drawn to things he hasn't seen before. He loves looking at new and interesting objects to figure out what they're used for and what they feel like, taste like, and if it's a suitable plaything.

{ Short-Tempered }
"How dare you! Don't you know who I am!? I am the emissary for the elder gods, and they shall SMITE you for your impudence!"
It's very easy to irritate Deathkit. Helping him makes him indignant, not taking him seriously will frustrate him to no end and being told that he can't do something makes him feel weak. Don't be surprised when a temper-tantrum starts up. It doesn't take too much to set him off if you rub him the wrong way.
{ Misleading }

"Yeah.... I was 'playing'...."
When he's put on the spot, Deathkit tries to mislead others by telling half-truths to avoid being punished. He's known for being a hoarder, so when someone's on the hunt for his stash (of other people's missing materials), he leaves decoy stashes all over the place and tries to lie about where he's been.
Personality Type:

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral?

A P P E A R A N C E

Looks: Deathkit is a small kitten, the runt of his litter. His fur is dark grey, nearly black and medium-long in length and spikes out a little bit. Dark stripes streak down his head and back, likely inherited from his mother or uncle. He has a light grey muzzle and chest and white toes. Beginning at his lower spine and covering his rump, his fur turns from black to gold to look like his mother. He has one golden ear, and the tip of his black ear has a splash of gold. His nose is black with the exception of one tiny pink speck. His eyes are blue like his father's.
The cartilage in his small ears are weak and they droop a little bit. His upper canine teeth are slightly longer than usual. As a result, he speaks with a lisp.
Build: Deathkit still has kitten pudge, but he looks like he'll grow into a long-limbed and lean tomcat built for speed and endurance.

Scars and Disabilities:
- [Lisp] Not a disability, but worth noting. Deathkit's upper canine teeth are longer than normal so he speaks with a lisp.

Accessories: N/A
Voice:
Deathkit - Bob Beal as Veigar from League of Legends.
Deathpaw - Thom Adcox as Klarion from Young Justice.
Death??? - Crispin Glover as Fifi from Open Season 2.

Celestial Allies:
- [None Currently] .

M I N D - S E T

Habits: Deathkit tends to 'borrow' things that don't belong to him and hoard them. He also tends to do that thing where he repeats everything you say back to you to be a pest when he's annoyed. He tries to use words that are too big for him and gets flustered when he can't pronounce them.
Fears: Family members dying before he learns Necromancy.

Dreams/Goals: Become a Grandmaster Necromancer.

Beliefs: He believes his imaginary friends, the Elder Gods, are real.

Physical Health - 98%: He's physically healthy but gets bumps and bruises now and then because he doesn't sit still. He's tiny and injures easily.

Emotional Health - 100%: He doesn't have a care in the world.

Theme Music:
General:
-"Dead Man's Party" Oingo Boingo
-"Death, Devil Devil Evil Evil Song" Voltaire
-"When You're Evil" Voltaire
Battle:
-"Battle in the Forgotten City" Nobuo Uematsu
Joke (because the OSAC Skype is incredible):
-"Bring Me to Life" Kidz Bop
-"Another F.U. Song" Reel Big Fish

R A N K

Profession: Kitten

Former Ranks: Fetus
Current Auma Score: 1

Mentor: N/A

P O W E R S

Power Class: Psychic-ClassPower Tree 1: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.
Power Tree 2: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.

Power Tree 3: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.

Power Tree 4: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S

N/A for now

B A C K S T O R Y

Backstory Link

E X T R A

O T H E R

RP History:
-

Cats Killed:
- [Name] N/A
Trivia:
-I waited a long time for this.
-In the human AU, he poses like a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure character
-Don't ask him the names of the elder gods. He gets flustered and tries to desperately think up names, before eventually concluding that you aren't worthy of the information.
-He looks up to the Skinner and Pebblepath as master Necromancer, even if they really aren't Necromancers. He also thinks Palepelt's a vampire.
-He is a hoarder.
-He's a mama's boy who doesn't curse. His mom said it was bad. ("He doesn't need to swear because the curse is already within." -Zarouhi)
-IDEAS: Shadow-walking power. Like Reaper from Overwatch maybe.
-Development points I want to hit: Make him less stubborn (in the fact that he's very much "if you want a job done right, do it yourself"); when he hits apprentice age he develops a need to stay organized
-Note to self: for rp plot, have him sneak out at night and get caught.
-He probably goes to Mjolnir and drops heavy hints that he wishes his teeth were shorter so he wouldn't have a lisp. Mjolnir refuses to help him.
-I'm just going to keep adding notes here for ideas I've had for things I want him to do okay? Okay.
-Deathkit making a new hoarding stash, Blaze wants to help but Deathkit thinks he'll just get in the way. He instructs him to build a moat. Blaze makes the best moat Safe Haven's ever seen.
-He'd probably steal that soda can tab Littlestep has.
-Deathkit feels like his lisp makes people not take him seriously. Consider him going to Mjolnir to try and get him to shorten his teeth to get rid of it. Mjolnir will not help him.
-Deathkit talking to the elder gods on the eye of heaven. "Okay, elder gods.... give me some really cool powers, okay?"
-"Blazekit! Tell him where he can stick his grapes!" "In the fridge!" "No, Blazekit."
-He doesn't understand pregnancy. "You're fat!" "Deathkit, she's pregnant." "What is pregnant?" "It means there's a baby in tummy." "You ate a baby!?" Even he's not that evil.
-"You can't spell 'romance' without 'necromancer'."
- 68.media.tumblr.com/f8785576f4…
- youtu.be/rlloXjRQdo8
- youtu.be/L5c9sktMB1s

O O C

R P - M E T H O D S

Skype: Closed
Notes: Closed

Comments: Closed-- only for events

Other: Closed

A V A I L A B I L I T Y

Time Zone: EST

R P - S A M P L E

Source: OfStarsAndClans
Sample:
[ Littlestep | Crafter | Twilight Rim ]

Littlestep's fur stood along his spine when he heard the scream. He turned immediately only to see Hopflight face to face with the monster, staring into its blood-red eyes. The creature had a low alligator-like growl rumbling in its chest, and when Hopflight shouted their safe-word the monster only blinked in response.
Littlestep cried out in alarm as its jaws parted, a reptilian hiss spilling from its throat when it lunged forward and clamped onto Hopflight's foreleg. Bile rose in Littlestep's throat. It had barely missed the monarch's neck.
His ears stood straight in alarm as another creature appeared, smaller this time, and zipping around the beast's head.
There wasn't time to think about the small fry, Littlestep figured. The main problem was the ginormous pissed off lizard that could rip off Hopflight's leg if it wanted to! Littlestep whined, shuffling his paws in panic as he looked around for something to use against it. He couldn't use pyrokinesis again; it would likely hurt Hopflight as well. Gritting his teeth, Littlestep activated one of his newer abilities, geokinesis. Lifting a paw, Littlestep slammed it on the ground as hard as he could. Normally, the strike wouldn't have been very strong, but with the power a wave of energy pulsed through his foreleg and into the earth. The ground beneath the ashen shifted, causing the creature to stumble and loosen its grip on the tom's leg.

Again, from OfStarsAndClans

[ Mjolnir | Skinner's Gang | Outskirts of Twilight Rim ]

Mjolnir crouched in the bushes, peering through ashen leaves in the direction of his prey.
One of the Dark Ones, as he called them, sat several feet before him. The armored badger feasted on a lesser dark one, something resembling a cat crossed with a squirrel. From here Mjolnir was able to hear the sound of flesh ripping and the grunts from the monster. His lip peeled back, revealing a row of sharp yellowed teeth. The tom was hungry, and having to sit and wait for the Skinner's signal was beginning to bore the life out of him.
Mjolnir flexed his claws in anticipation, eager to sink his teeth into badger meat. He glanced in the Skinner's direction, waiting for her to tell him it was time to attack. Snowbelle was back at the makeshift camp keeping an eye on Aeron, so hunting had been up to the two old friends. Good thing this is a big one, Mjolnir thought, stifling a yawn. It might actually feed us all. He shifted his large weight on his single forepaw, easing the pressure on it. We're out here in a wasteland and I'm still heavy duty. Fuckin' hell.
(...)
Mjolnir had kept low to the ground; low enough for the metal tag on his collar to brush the forest floor. The ash cushioned it, preventing the tag from making any noise lest the breeze pick up. Since his house pet days, Mjolnir had learned ways to keep the tag from jingling during a hunt. While it was usually muffled in the fur on his neck and chest, there were times where the wind would pick up and tug the metal. The ash was welcome.
He perked up when the armored badger's ear moved and the Skinner charged out mere seconds afterwards. She was swift and silent, the only noise came from the paws beating the earth. A sadistic grin crossed Mjolnir's maw at the monster's screams and the tom watched it tumble as the Skinner dug into its throat. Its back faced him and the tom rose, launching himself from his hiding spot. While he had an odd gait due to missing a leg, his handicap didn't slow him down. Not much.
Mjolnir attacked the dark one's hindquarters, reaching around and sinking six claws into its side near the gut. He dragged his claws across its side and over the thigh, springing backwards as it made an attempt to face him. The creature was slow and as it shuffled through the ash, its kill long forgotten, Mjolnir attacked the side of the throat left untouched by the Skinner.
He was nearly as big as the creature was. Its ears and the ridge of its back stood only a bit taller than him, so Mjolnir was able to easily found footing and rake his claws over the unguarded area on the back of its neck.

C R E D I T S

Blank character sheet © Riveriia
of Stars and Clans © Riveriia , PenguinEatsCarrots , Brayd-Gerard , and other members of the oSaC Admin Team

Deathkit © Benepotentia

Description
uploading this little fucker to clear some room in my stash and make him easier to find for myself. the character who was born of 3 AM memes and shitposting. he's not coming in for a while, probably.

“My behavior is nonetheless, deplorable. Unfortunately, I'm quite prone to such bouts of deplorability."

-Mistborn: The Final Empire

{{ Character Sheet || Power Chart || Familiar || Questing Sheet || Service Shop || Inventory || Relationships }}

I D E N T I T Y

N A M E

Haven Name: Deathkit

Common Name: Mortis(?)

Nickname: Morty(?)

A G E

Current Age: Newborn

Birthday: (Insert Age) Post-Calamity

G E N D E R A N D S E X U A L I T Y

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Questioning
Relationship Status: Single, currently not looking

H E R I T A G E

Breed: Highlander, American Shorthair, American Curl, Maine Coon, Moggy mix
Ancestral Affiliation: Safe Haven

Origin: Haven-born

C H A R A C T E R T Y P E

Auma Type: To be rolled. Auma appears as tentacles that whip and curl, disappearing like wisps of smoke only to be replaced.
Character Slot: Extra, earned upon participation in Babylon

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Summary:
Personality Traits:

{ Curious }
"You there! Mortal! Explain to me what this does!"
As most kits are, Deathkit has a spark of curiosity that cannot be sated until he knows everything about anything... as long as it isn't boring. He especially likes to learn about ashen, powers, enchantments and the sort. The easiest way to irritate him is to make it clear you know something he doesn't and then not tell him. He would do most anything to get his claws into some good information. He may often be found interrogating others on how their powers work, how crafter's enchantments work, how the ashen work, and hell, even how other cats' minds work, if someone confuses him. Deathkit wants to learn anything and everything-- for what purpose, nobody is certain. It seems like he just enjoys the feeling of power-- of having information that not everybody has.

{ Not Subtle }

"Did something rip your face off!?"
Deathkit has a habit of saying whatever is on his mind as soon as it comes to him. It builds off of his curiosity in the sense that he'll ask questions when it's probably inappropriate to do so. When he sees a cat with heavy facial scarring, he'd ask "what happened to you face?" without even thinking about how that may upset them. He doesn't mean any harm by it, but he needs to learn how to appropriately make inquiries.
{ Obsessive }

"Tell me! I have to know!"
Deathkit absolutely hates secrets. As soon as he's aware that someone isn't telling him something, he is filled with an absolute need to know what's being hidden from him. He'll try to put it out of his mind, but his mind keeps going back to it. He tries to act like he doesn't care, but it's actually driving him mad. He'll sneak around and try to bribe, but he usually will never beg. If he can't figure it out, he'll probably make something else to sate his curiosity.
{ Forgiving }

"I suppose you can be forgiven.... Be thankful that I, merciful Deathkit, decided to spare your life rather than give you to the elder gods!"
Kind, merciful, benevolent... all of these are words Deathkit would use to describe himself. However, the reality of the situation that he WON'T tell you is that he just really doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. For someone who thinks of himself as an emissary for the Elder Gods, lord knows what those are, he's surprisingly softhearted. The last thing he wants is to make someone cry. He doesn't like the feeling of being guilty. If he ever hurt someone that much, he may even break his all-powerful character to try and fix it.
{ Gallant }

"Hark! A call for help! I shall save you!"
The first step to greatness is building a name for yourself. What's the point of being an all-feared Grandmaster Necromancer if nobody knows to quake beneath your wrath? Perhaps being a hero isn't the best way to build fear at the sound of your name, but every villain has an origin story... or maybe an anti-hero, rather. Whenever Deathkit hears a cry for help, he'll charge over to try and provide assistance, though he's more likely to just get under your paws than actually help. Maybe chaos really is his thing, then?
{ Eccentric }

"Raising a family isn't difficult as long as they're buried close together."
First off, what the hell is this Elder God drabble about? Nobody is really sure where he got that from, though it seems as though he whole-heartedly believes in these deities he's come up with. He claims to be their emissary, their messenger, and tries to use them to strike fear into the hearts of others... though he just sounds like a kit with a couple of imaginary friends. Deathkit longs to be a necromancer after he heard tales of the Skinner's resurrection before Babylon. Such a great cat was brought back from the 'finality' of death, which is a remarkable feat, and wants to do it himself. Additionally, be believes Del to be a necromancer for the action and admires her for it. Nobody has really taken the time to explain to him the abilities of the stone she carries yet.
{ Imaginative }

"It's not made up! The Elder Gods will be furious with your disbelief!"
It's obvious that Deathkit has a very active imagination. He's young and some of the things his mind cooks up don't make a whole lot of sense, but he seems to wholeheartedly believe in his stories and imaginary friends. If he doesn't believe, he certainly seems hellbent on making others believe them.
{ Stubborn }
"I want to go outside the walls now! By the time I'm big everything will be discovered already!"
Deathkit thinks his way is the right way, and will fight through hell to make sure his plans are carried through. When someone tells him 'no', he's likely to spite them by doing what it is he wants, even if it leads to his own detriment (i.e. Deathkit, when told to go to bed if he wants to stay up and is told no, he'll stay up til dawn, even if he feels like the living dead the next day). He thinks nobody takes him seriously because he's a kitten and wants to prove that he knows what he's doing, even if he doesn't. Additionally, he's very dead-set on doing things by himself without any help. Receiving help from someone makes him very indignant and grouchy because he feels that he's capable of taking care of himself, even if he isn't.

{ Dramatic }

"Hugs!? Unhand me, vile creature! It burns!!! IT BURNS!!!"
Deathkit is loud, eccentric, and boy, is he dramatic. He draws a lot of attention to himself and makes things out to be bigger than they really are. He may not fully realize it, but he likes drawing attention to himself because he thinks it'll help him make friends, since he seems to be socially inept otherwise. He enjoys having "fans" following him around because it makes him feel powerful. He calls his outlandish behavior "flair", though others might consider it annoying.

{ Mischevious }
"Hehehe... Who would ever expect to find a roach in their nest!?"
You can't expect much else from a kitten. Deathkit loves mischief making. His pranks are mostly small, harmless little things that, at most, cause minor inconveniences. As small as they might be, watching the startled reactions of other cats makes him smile and laugh. He aims to uphold the Chaotic Neutral image he's trying to create for himself. Additionally, he tends to take things that don't belong to him. If you take him into Crafter's Circle, don't take your eye off of him... supplies might go missing if he's left unattended. He's drawn to things he hasn't seen before. He loves looking at new and interesting objects to figure out what they're used for and what they feel like, taste like, and if it's a suitable plaything.

{ Short-Tempered }
"How dare you! Don't you know who I am!? I am the emissary for the elder gods, and they shall SMITE you for your impudence!"
It's very easy to irritate Deathkit. Helping him makes him indignant, not taking him seriously will frustrate him to no end and being told that he can't do something makes him feel weak. Don't be surprised when a temper-tantrum starts up. It doesn't take too much to set him off if you rub him the wrong way.
{ Misleading }

"Yeah.... I was 'playing'...."
When he's put on the spot, Deathkit tries to mislead others by telling half-truths to avoid being punished. He's known for being a hoarder, so when someone's on the hunt for his stash (of other people's missing materials), he leaves decoy stashes all over the place and tries to lie about where he's been.
Personality Type:

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral?

A P P E A R A N C E

Looks: Deathkit is a small kitten, the runt of his litter. His fur is dark grey, nearly black and medium-long in length and spikes out a little bit. Dark stripes streak down his head and back, likely inherited from his mother or uncle. He has a light grey muzzle and chest and white toes. Beginning at his lower spine and covering his rump, his fur turns from black to gold to look like his mother. He has one golden ear, and the tip of his black ear has a splash of gold. His nose is black with the exception of one tiny pink speck. His eyes are blue like his father's.
The cartilage in his small ears are weak and they droop a little bit. His upper canine teeth are slightly longer than usual. As a result, he speaks with a lisp.
Build: Deathkit still has kitten pudge, but he looks like he'll grow into a long-limbed and lean tomcat built for speed and endurance.

Scars and Disabilities:
- [Lisp] Not a disability, but worth noting. Deathkit's upper canine teeth are longer than normal so he speaks with a lisp.

Accessories: N/A
Voice:
Deathkit - Bob Beal as Veigar from League of Legends.
Deathpaw - Thom Adcox as Klarion from Young Justice.
Death??? - Crispin Glover as Fifi from Open Season 2.

Celestial Allies:
- [None Currently] .

M I N D - S E T

Habits: Deathkit tends to 'borrow' things that don't belong to him and hoard them. He also tends to do that thing where he repeats everything you say back to you to be a pest when he's annoyed. He tries to use words that are too big for him and gets flustered when he can't pronounce them.
Fears: Family members dying before he learns Necromancy.

Dreams/Goals: Become a Grandmaster Necromancer.

Beliefs: He believes his imaginary friends, the Elder Gods, are real.

Physical Health - 98%: He's physically healthy but gets bumps and bruises now and then because he doesn't sit still. He's tiny and injures easily.

Emotional Health - 100%: He doesn't have a care in the world.

Theme Music:
General:
-"Dead Man's Party" Oingo Boingo
-"Death, Devil Devil Evil Evil Song" Voltaire
-"When You're Evil" Voltaire
Battle:
-"Battle in the Forgotten City" Nobuo Uematsu
Joke (because the OSAC Skype is incredible):
-"Bring Me to Life" Kidz Bop
-"Another F.U. Song" Reel Big Fish

R A N K

Profession: Kitten

Former Ranks: Fetus
Current Auma Score: 1

Mentor: N/A

P O W E R S

Power Class: Psychic-ClassPower Tree 1: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.
Power Tree 2: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.

Power Tree 3: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.

Power Tree 4: Power 1, Power 2, Power 3, etc.

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S

N/A for now

B A C K S T O R Y

Backstory Link

E X T R A

O T H E R

RP History:
-

Cats Killed:
- [Name] N/A
Trivia:
-I waited a long time for this.
-In the human AU, he poses like a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure character
-Don't ask him the names of the elder gods. He gets flustered and tries to desperately think up names, before eventually concluding that you aren't worthy of the information.
-He looks up to the Skinner and Pebblepath as master Necromancer, even if they really aren't Necromancers. He also thinks Palepelt's a vampire.
-He is a hoarder.
-He's a mama's boy who doesn't curse. His mom said it was bad. ("He doesn't need to swear because the curse is already within." -Zarouhi)
-IDEAS: Shadow-walking power. Like Reaper from Overwatch maybe.
-Development points I want to hit: Make him less stubborn (in the fact that he's very much "if you want a job done right, do it yourself"); when he hits apprentice age he develops a need to stay organized
-Note to self: for rp plot, have him sneak out at night and get caught.
-He probably goes to Mjolnir and drops heavy hints that he wishes his teeth were shorter so he wouldn't have a lisp. Mjolnir refuses to help him.
-I'm just going to keep adding notes here for ideas I've had for things I want him to do okay? Okay.
-Deathkit making a new hoarding stash, Blaze wants to help but Deathkit thinks he'll just get in the way. He instructs him to build a moat. Blaze makes the best moat Safe Haven's ever seen.
-He'd probably steal that soda can tab Littlestep has.
-Deathkit feels like his lisp makes people not take him seriously. Consider him going to Mjolnir to try and get him to shorten his teeth to get rid of it. Mjolnir will not help him.
-Deathkit talking to the elder gods on the eye of heaven. "Okay, elder gods.... give me some really cool powers, okay?"
-"Blazekit! Tell him where he can stick his grapes!" "In the fridge!" "No, Blazekit."
-He doesn't understand pregnancy. "You're fat!" "Deathkit, she's pregnant." "What is pregnant?" "It means there's a baby in tummy." "You ate a baby!?" Even he's not that evil.
-"You can't spell 'romance' without 'necromancer'."
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O O C

R P - M E T H O D S

Skype: Closed
Notes: Closed

Comments: Closed-- only for events

Other: Closed

A V A I L A B I L I T Y

Time Zone: EST

R P - S A M P L E

Source: OfStarsAndClans
Sample:
[ Littlestep | Crafter | Twilight Rim ]

Littlestep's fur stood along his spine when he heard the scream. He turned immediately only to see Hopflight face to face with the monster, staring into its blood-red eyes. The creature had a low alligator-like growl rumbling in its chest, and when Hopflight shouted their safe-word the monster only blinked in response.
Littlestep cried out in alarm as its jaws parted, a reptilian hiss spilling from its throat when it lunged forward and clamped onto Hopflight's foreleg. Bile rose in Littlestep's throat. It had barely missed the monarch's neck.
His ears stood straight in alarm as another creature appeared, smaller this time, and zipping around the beast's head.
There wasn't time to think about the small fry, Littlestep figured. The main problem was the ginormous pissed off lizard that could rip off Hopflight's leg if it wanted to! Littlestep whined, shuffling his paws in panic as he looked around for something to use against it. He couldn't use pyrokinesis again; it would likely hurt Hopflight as well. Gritting his teeth, Littlestep activated one of his newer abilities, geokinesis. Lifting a paw, Littlestep slammed it on the ground as hard as he could. Normally, the strike wouldn't have been very strong, but with the power a wave of energy pulsed through his foreleg and into the earth. The ground beneath the ashen shifted, causing the creature to stumble and loosen its grip on the tom's leg.

Again, from OfStarsAndClans

[ Mjolnir | Skinner's Gang | Outskirts of Twilight Rim ]

Mjolnir crouched in the bushes, peering through ashen leaves in the direction of his prey.
One of the Dark Ones, as he called them, sat several feet before him. The armored badger feasted on a lesser dark one, something resembling a cat crossed with a squirrel. From here Mjolnir was able to hear the sound of flesh ripping and the grunts from the monster. His lip peeled back, revealing a row of sharp yellowed teeth. The tom was hungry, and having to sit and wait for the Skinner's signal was beginning to bore the life out of him.
Mjolnir flexed his claws in anticipation, eager to sink his teeth into badger meat. He glanced in the Skinner's direction, waiting for her to tell him it was time to attack. Snowbelle was back at the makeshift camp keeping an eye on Aeron, so hunting had been up to the two old friends. Good thing this is a big one, Mjolnir thought, stifling a yawn. It might actually feed us all. He shifted his large weight on his single forepaw, easing the pressure on it. We're out here in a wasteland and I'm still heavy duty. Fuckin' hell.
(...)
Mjolnir had kept low to the ground; low enough for the metal tag on his collar to brush the forest floor. The ash cushioned it, preventing the tag from making any noise lest the breeze pick up. Since his house pet days, Mjolnir had learned ways to keep the tag from jingling during a hunt. While it was usually muffled in the fur on his neck and chest, there were times where the wind would pick up and tug the metal. The ash was welcome.
He perked up when the armored badger's ear moved and the Skinner charged out mere seconds afterwards. She was swift and silent, the only noise came from the paws beating the earth. A sadistic grin crossed Mjolnir's maw at the monster's screams and the tom watched it tumble as the Skinner dug into its throat. Its back faced him and the tom rose, launching himself from his hiding spot. While he had an odd gait due to missing a leg, his handicap didn't slow him down. Not much.
Mjolnir attacked the dark one's hindquarters, reaching around and sinking six claws into its side near the gut. He dragged his claws across its side and over the thigh, springing backwards as it made an attempt to face him. The creature was slow and as it shuffled through the ash, its kill long forgotten, Mjolnir attacked the side of the throat left untouched by the Skinner.
He was nearly as big as the creature was. Its ears and the ridge of its back stood only a bit taller than him, so Mjolnir was able to easily found footing and rake his claws over the unguarded area on the back of its neck.

C R E D I T S

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of Stars and Clans © Riveriia , PenguinEatsCarrots , Brayd-Gerard , and other members of the oSaC Admin Team

Deathkit © Benepotentia