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Description
Group: EmpiresBeforeClans

                              General Information

                                                                Name: Janga- Meaning Tragedy

Rank: Elite Hunter

                                                               Species: Leopard/Jaguar Hybrid

                                                               Age: 3 years

                                                               Birthday: September 5th - Joined May 20th, 2014


Physical Description

Janga is a short and stalky hybrid, she has a sturdy posture and large powerful from paws. Her pelt is a greyish-brown color (Leaning towards her mothers orange/brown pelt) and she has peach/brown eyes. Her spots are larger than a leopards (leaning towards her snow leopard fathers spots) and have a slightly darker shade inside of the dark rim in most of them.

Traits(WIP)

Dominant: Dark coat,Large spots, Peach eyes, Thick front paws
Recessive: spots, lightened tail tip , Dark colored ears
Carrier: Light coat, brown or orange eyes, dark spots
Mutations:

Note: Carrier traits cannot be seen. They are the combinations that could have been used but weren't

Armor

Her armor is made of metal, leather, and rag.

Apprentices

   Current Apprentice: None

   Other Apprentices: None

    Past/Current Mentor: None

                           Personality, Biography, and History

Personality

                                               Anti-Social & Independant -
Janga prefers no company. She keeps to herself and wishes others would do the same.

                                                     Loyal-
Janga (If you managed to make friends) would be loyal to the end. When she pledges allegiance or gives her word to someone, or something, it is most unlikely that she won't follow through.

                                               Determined & Stuborn-
If Janga is given a job or sets her mind to it, she will be determined to finish what she starts. Whether its a fight or something more simple. She will GET IT DONE.

                                                      Observant-
When shes alone Janga likes to sit and just observe her surroundings, weather its watching how the grass moves in the wind, or the clouds in the sky. Sometimes she observes cats too, studying their shape and how they move, were there strong and were their not.

                                                         Guarded-
Janga has a hard time opening up to anyone with her feelings, whether your a new friend or have been friends for a long time.

                                                    Quiet & Truthful-
She doesn't talk too much, atleast if shes not comfortable with you.. and shes not comfortable with most cats. But if you ask her something, shes NOT the kind of person that would say, " No, it doesn't make you look fat." Just for feelings sake, if it did. she would say, "Yes it does, so don't wear it."

                                                      Serious & Stern-
Janga believes that a certain seriousness is required in everyone, some more than others. She is stead fast on opinions and what she feels is right, even if its wrong she has a hard time changing point of views or seeing it from someone else's perspective.

                                                Sarcasm-
....I think we all know what sarcasm is.

Biography

Cub:
Janga was born on a cool night in September, it was a long and difficult birth for Huldah, Jangas mother, and she died hours after the birth. Asherah, Jangas father, was grief stricken. As much as Asherah loved his new daughter he knew he had to give her up. How would she survive without Huldah's care? So, that night he traveled towards a human city-Masillia. He knew that they could keep Janga alive. Janga mewed and cried from the discomfort of being carried hours after her birth, she was hungry and cold. He had to stop several times to warm her and try to comfort her, but she was HUNGRY. Hearing her cries Asherah's heart sank, it reminded him of Huldah, she was intolerable when she was hungry. Finally, off in the distance there was a large building with flickering lights gleaming through the rows of windows. With sore paws he made his way to the building and peered in through the window, looking back and forth and seeing that the coast was clear he hopped through the window. Padding on the raked dusted ground he made his way to the middle of a large arena and set tiny Janga down. He licked her once across the forehead and nuzzled her, getting another tiny cry from her as she begged for food. Janga not understanding that this would be good-bye. Then there was a ca-clink of a door and Asherah bolted from the coliseum leaving a cloud of dust. Janga's ears perked as she heard heavy foot steps approaching her. She stood and wobbled around as she tried to run away from the approaching creature, she cried out for her parents to save her. As she cried she was picked up by the scruff and was greeting with a whiff of horrible breath, which caused another cry for help. But no one came..She was taken into a cold cement dungeon where she heard the scraping of claws and the roars of unhappy lions. She whimpered as she was carried down the hallway. Ca-clink, when another lock on a door and she felt herself being set down on a warm furry body. With a thick wet nose her face was guided to food, which she happily ate to her little hearts content and once she was full she fell asleep to the rhythmic breathing of another feline..Who she knew wasn't her mother.

When Janga became old enough she was moved the breeding center to the jail beneath the coliseum. She was in cage number seven, it had an open view of the arena. So she could see all the fights, executions, and in-humane games that the humans played. She was next to a Transbaikal Snow Leopard- Zephyreu-s -Cell number eight, and in cell number nine there was a Barbary Lion X Cougar/mountain lion.- NiaWolf15 None of the three spoke to each other, they acknowledged each other but that was as far as it went. Then, one day Erik, the panther and Sacha, the snowleopard. Were placed in the arena together. They fought hard and battered away at each other. Janga didn't know what had come over her that day, but she couldn't bare the sight of them slaughtering each other. So she began to yowl and scream, competing with the roar of the crowd, "Stop! Stop!" And to her surprise they did, they both stopped and looked at her, then at each other, then back at her. And from then on the three were a trio, they spoke frequently to each other through the cold bars that kept them confined and separated from each other. But every once in awhile they would be let out; with other young felines; to a larger cell where they could feel and play with each other. The only good memories Janga has from being in the coliseum. Until one day part of that happiness was ripped from her clutches. Sacha was taken away by a human, but never returned. Janga and Erik fantasized with each other that Sacha had over powered the human and escaped, but deep inside they both knew what had really happened. (Or what they thought had happened ) And just when Janga thought that things couldn't be worse for them, all of her happiness was taken from her. A man with a little girl had come with a large wagon and had taken Erik away. Now she was alone again, forced to fight a fight that she could never win. No matter how many times she survived it.

Adult:
    Janga grew up at the Flavian Amphitheatre. Her along with all the other felines that were shown at the Colosseum were displayed as either clever circus acts or they were destined for death in the arena. Sometimes the felines were fought by the human gladiators, or used as targets in staged animal hunts, but they were also put in the Colosseum to attack and kill defenseless prisoners. The more exotic the cat, the better the fight and the better the quality of the 'games.' She hadn't been apart of any fights, just activities like circus tricks or animal hunts, The animal hunts is when they release a certain amount of cats into the arena with human gladiators and the gladiators hunt them, but only one cat could be killed, therefore the killer is announced the winner. Luckily, she was able to hide or be over looked for better looking felines. The humans who owned her called her Janga, meaning tragedy. It seemed they couldn't get rid of her! No matter how many times they put her in animal hunts. She hated the humans, and she missed her parents. She didn't know why they had left her here of all places, why didn't they come for her. She was continually haunted with nightmares of herself as a cub crying out to her father as he leaves her behind in the dust, begging him to take her away. But he could never hear her. Then one day, due to an 'incident' that had caused a serious injury to her trainer, the humans decided that that they should make room for new cat. It was time to get rid of her. So then is when her fights began. Her first fight was meant to be a slaughter, she wasn't supposed to win. She stood there in the middle of the arena as a young male tiger was released into the oval stage. He taunted her with words of hate, obviously she wasn't his first fight. For he had a torn ear and tuffs of hair missing from his pelt. He readied his claws and charged her and it was as if everything was in slow motion, she could hear his heavy breath and she could feel his paws thud against the earth. Suddenly everything inside her, her grief and anger swelled up in her chest, and she couldn't force it back down. As she was about to be plowed into the ground with a body slam she jumped out of the way and evaded a breathtaking blow. She'd never felt this way before, adrenaline coursed through her limbs as she began to burn with energy. Her slouched figure straightened and she glared at her opponent with confidence. He huffed and dug his claws into the ground, preparing for a lunging start. He ran towards her again, but this time she met him half way. They both leapted for each other, claws extended, and they collided. It was as if she wasn't in her own body, relying fully on reflexes they continued to batter each other. The screaming cheers of the crowd seemed distant, not real. Then she heard a thud, and she no longer had an opponent. She stared at the limp, disfigured body that lay before her as her heartbeat drummed in her ears. Her first taste of blood, ' What have I become? What have they made me to be?' was the only thing she thought before she was yanked back to reality and the once distant cheering boomed in her ears. Thus the beginning of her legacy, she continued to fight, and she continued to win. Then one day they came for her...She had been recruited to the Bounty Hunters, which she gratefully accepted and went. Anything that gave her purpose in life, instead of killing the innocent in an arena.

The 'incident' :Past Tense- The 'Incident'

(Check out larger version) What have I become?

                               Family and Empire Relations

Relations
Parents-
Father: Snowleopard- Asherah-/
Mother: Leopard- Huldah- /

Siblings: Unknown
Other kin: Unknown
Descendants: None

Mate: None
Cubs: None

NiaWolf15 :
Erik-/Almost

cobu96
Shen-/

Relationships

=> Neutral
=> Unsure how she feels about you
=> Friend
=> Close friend
=> Attraction
=> Crush
=> Family
=> Dislike
=> Hate
=> Love
=> Mate
=> Respect
=> Nervous
=> I dont care if your dead or alive.





Bounty Hunters

Outside Bounty Hunters

Plots and Prophecies, Wanted Status, and Empire Points

WANTED STATUS
Not Applicable: Is a Hunter

Empire Statistics

Empire Points: 165

Dividing from 20

Stealth: 3
Strength: 4
Stamina: 2
Speed: 3
Defense: 4
Intelligence: 4

Description
Group: EmpiresBeforeClans

                              General Information

                                                                Name: Janga- Meaning Tragedy

Rank: Elite Hunter

                                                               Species: Leopard/Jaguar Hybrid

                                                               Age: 3 years

                                                               Birthday: September 5th - Joined May 20th, 2014


Physical Description

Janga is a short and stalky hybrid, she has a sturdy posture and large powerful from paws. Her pelt is a greyish-brown color (Leaning towards her mothers orange/brown pelt) and she has peach/brown eyes. Her spots are larger than a leopards (leaning towards her snow leopard fathers spots) and have a slightly darker shade inside of the dark rim in most of them.

Traits(WIP)

Dominant: Dark coat,Large spots, Peach eyes, Thick front paws
Recessive: spots, lightened tail tip , Dark colored ears
Carrier: Light coat, brown or orange eyes, dark spots
Mutations:

Note: Carrier traits cannot be seen. They are the combinations that could have been used but weren't

Armor

Her armor is made of metal, leather, and rag.

Apprentices

   Current Apprentice: None

   Other Apprentices: None

    Past/Current Mentor: None

                           Personality, Biography, and History

Personality

                                               Anti-Social & Independant -
Janga prefers no company. She keeps to herself and wishes others would do the same.

                                                     Loyal-
Janga (If you managed to make friends) would be loyal to the end. When she pledges allegiance or gives her word to someone, or something, it is most unlikely that she won't follow through.

                                               Determined & Stuborn-
If Janga is given a job or sets her mind to it, she will be determined to finish what she starts. Whether its a fight or something more simple. She will GET IT DONE.

                                                      Observant-
When shes alone Janga likes to sit and just observe her surroundings, weather its watching how the grass moves in the wind, or the clouds in the sky. Sometimes she observes cats too, studying their shape and how they move, were there strong and were their not.

                                                         Guarded-
Janga has a hard time opening up to anyone with her feelings, whether your a new friend or have been friends for a long time.

                                                    Quiet & Truthful-
She doesn't talk too much, atleast if shes not comfortable with you.. and shes not comfortable with most cats. But if you ask her something, shes NOT the kind of person that would say, " No, it doesn't make you look fat." Just for feelings sake, if it did. she would say, "Yes it does, so don't wear it."

                                                      Serious & Stern-
Janga believes that a certain seriousness is required in everyone, some more than others. She is stead fast on opinions and what she feels is right, even if its wrong she has a hard time changing point of views or seeing it from someone else's perspective.

                                                Sarcasm-
....I think we all know what sarcasm is.

Biography

Cub:
Janga was born on a cool night in September, it was a long and difficult birth for Huldah, Jangas mother, and she died hours after the birth. Asherah, Jangas father, was grief stricken. As much as Asherah loved his new daughter he knew he had to give her up. How would she survive without Huldah's care? So, that night he traveled towards a human city-Masillia. He knew that they could keep Janga alive. Janga mewed and cried from the discomfort of being carried hours after her birth, she was hungry and cold. He had to stop several times to warm her and try to comfort her, but she was HUNGRY. Hearing her cries Asherah's heart sank, it reminded him of Huldah, she was intolerable when she was hungry. Finally, off in the distance there was a large building with flickering lights gleaming through the rows of windows. With sore paws he made his way to the building and peered in through the window, looking back and forth and seeing that the coast was clear he hopped through the window. Padding on the raked dusted ground he made his way to the middle of a large arena and set tiny Janga down. He licked her once across the forehead and nuzzled her, getting another tiny cry from her as she begged for food. Janga not understanding that this would be good-bye. Then there was a ca-clink of a door and Asherah bolted from the coliseum leaving a cloud of dust. Janga's ears perked as she heard heavy foot steps approaching her. She stood and wobbled around as she tried to run away from the approaching creature, she cried out for her parents to save her. As she cried she was picked up by the scruff and was greeting with a whiff of horrible breath, which caused another cry for help. But no one came..She was taken into a cold cement dungeon where she heard the scraping of claws and the roars of unhappy lions. She whimpered as she was carried down the hallway. Ca-clink, when another lock on a door and she felt herself being set down on a warm furry body. With a thick wet nose her face was guided to food, which she happily ate to her little hearts content and once she was full she fell asleep to the rhythmic breathing of another feline..Who she knew wasn't her mother.

When Janga became old enough she was moved the breeding center to the jail beneath the coliseum. She was in cage number seven, it had an open view of the arena. So she could see all the fights, executions, and in-humane games that the humans played. She was next to a Transbaikal Snow Leopard- Zephyreu-s -Cell number eight, and in cell number nine there was a Barbary Lion X Cougar/mountain lion.- NiaWolf15 None of the three spoke to each other, they acknowledged each other but that was as far as it went. Then, one day Erik, the panther and Sacha, the snowleopard. Were placed in the arena together. They fought hard and battered away at each other. Janga didn't know what had come over her that day, but she couldn't bare the sight of them slaughtering each other. So she began to yowl and scream, competing with the roar of the crowd, "Stop! Stop!" And to her surprise they did, they both stopped and looked at her, then at each other, then back at her. And from then on the three were a trio, they spoke frequently to each other through the cold bars that kept them confined and separated from each other. But every once in awhile they would be let out; with other young felines; to a larger cell where they could feel and play with each other. The only good memories Janga has from being in the coliseum. Until one day part of that happiness was ripped from her clutches. Sacha was taken away by a human, but never returned. Janga and Erik fantasized with each other that Sacha had over powered the human and escaped, but deep inside they both knew what had really happened. (Or what they thought had happened ) And just when Janga thought that things couldn't be worse for them, all of her happiness was taken from her. A man with a little girl had come with a large wagon and had taken Erik away. Now she was alone again, forced to fight a fight that she could never win. No matter how many times she survived it.

Adult:
    Janga grew up at the Flavian Amphitheatre. Her along with all the other felines that were shown at the Colosseum were displayed as either clever circus acts or they were destined for death in the arena. Sometimes the felines were fought by the human gladiators, or used as targets in staged animal hunts, but they were also put in the Colosseum to attack and kill defenseless prisoners. The more exotic the cat, the better the fight and the better the quality of the 'games.' She hadn't been apart of any fights, just activities like circus tricks or animal hunts, The animal hunts is when they release a certain amount of cats into the arena with human gladiators and the gladiators hunt them, but only one cat could be killed, therefore the killer is announced the winner. Luckily, she was able to hide or be over looked for better looking felines. The humans who owned her called her Janga, meaning tragedy. It seemed they couldn't get rid of her! No matter how many times they put her in animal hunts. She hated the humans, and she missed her parents. She didn't know why they had left her here of all places, why didn't they come for her. She was continually haunted with nightmares of herself as a cub crying out to her father as he leaves her behind in the dust, begging him to take her away. But he could never hear her. Then one day, due to an 'incident' that had caused a serious injury to her trainer, the humans decided that that they should make room for new cat. It was time to get rid of her. So then is when her fights began. Her first fight was meant to be a slaughter, she wasn't supposed to win. She stood there in the middle of the arena as a young male tiger was released into the oval stage. He taunted her with words of hate, obviously she wasn't his first fight. For he had a torn ear and tuffs of hair missing from his pelt. He readied his claws and charged her and it was as if everything was in slow motion, she could hear his heavy breath and she could feel his paws thud against the earth. Suddenly everything inside her, her grief and anger swelled up in her chest, and she couldn't force it back down. As she was about to be plowed into the ground with a body slam she jumped out of the way and evaded a breathtaking blow. She'd never felt this way before, adrenaline coursed through her limbs as she began to burn with energy. Her slouched figure straightened and she glared at her opponent with confidence. He huffed and dug his claws into the ground, preparing for a lunging start. He ran towards her again, but this time she met him half way. They both leapted for each other, claws extended, and they collided. It was as if she wasn't in her own body, relying fully on reflexes they continued to batter each other. The screaming cheers of the crowd seemed distant, not real. Then she heard a thud, and she no longer had an opponent. She stared at the limp, disfigured body that lay before her as her heartbeat drummed in her ears. Her first taste of blood, ' What have I become? What have they made me to be?' was the only thing she thought before she was yanked back to reality and the once distant cheering boomed in her ears. Thus the beginning of her legacy, she continued to fight, and she continued to win. Then one day they came for her...She had been recruited to the Bounty Hunters, which she gratefully accepted and went. Anything that gave her purpose in life, instead of killing the innocent in an arena.

The 'incident' :Past Tense- The 'Incident'

(Check out larger version) What have I become?

                               Family and Empire Relations

Relations
Parents-
Father: Snowleopard- Asherah-/
Mother: Leopard- Huldah- /

Siblings: Unknown
Other kin: Unknown
Descendants: None

Mate: None
Cubs: None

NiaWolf15 :
Erik-/Almost

cobu96
Shen-/

Relationships

=> Neutral
=> Unsure how she feels about you
=> Friend
=> Close friend
=> Attraction
=> Crush
=> Family
=> Dislike
=> Hate
=> Love
=> Mate
=> Respect
=> Nervous
=> I dont care if your dead or alive.





Bounty Hunters

Outside Bounty Hunters

Plots and Prophecies, Wanted Status, and Empire Points

WANTED STATUS
Not Applicable: Is a Hunter

Empire Statistics

Empire Points: 165

Dividing from 20

Stealth: 3
Strength: 4
Stamina: 2
Speed: 3
Defense: 4
Intelligence: 4