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O F F I C I A L C H A R A C T E R S H E E T F O R

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  I D E N T I T Y

N A M E
Haven Name: Panthersniff

Common Name: Pan

Faction Name: Panther That Stalks In Silence

Nickname: Panther, Pan (unoriginal, I know)

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Alternate Names (Outside of OSAC's Canon):
- Demothi | "Talks while walking" | Human AU

A G E
Current Age: 2 years, 5 moons (as of August 6th, 2019)

Birthday: 2 moons P.C.

G E N D E R A N D S E X U A L I T Y
Sex / Gender: Male

Romantic Orientation: Polyamorous

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single, always looking

H E R I T A G E
Breed: American Shorthair / Somali / Tabby Mix (recessive)

Ancestral Affiliation: Tribe of Long Shadows

Origin: Calamity-Born

C H A R A C T E R T Y P E
Auma Type: Light

Character Slot: Secondary Character

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Summary: Panthersniff is all smiles, hugs and sweet remarks on an average day, and it's very rare for him to have a sad or tired attitude. Mess with those he loves, however, and you will be forced to face his claws and fangs, no exceptions.

Personality Traits:
{ Loud }
After being practically alone in the wilderness for most of his life, with the constant threat of danger, Panthersniff has gotten acutely aware of just how loud he is at all times. He had been raised to be nearly silent whenever possible, in order to make hunting easier... But once he showed up at Safe Haven, that went out the window. With so many new cats around and so many of them looking friendly, he quickly felt the need for silence leave, allowing him to use his voice as often as possible, however he wants to. On most, if not all, days, you can find him wandering around with Flight singing or shouting or laughing unnecessarily loudly just because he can now.

{ Flirty }
Finally being around other cats, Panthersniff has quickly opened up to show his true colors, all of them being neon.
If Panther isn't stuck like glue to Flight's side, then he's off making a pretty kitty blush somewhere. Sometimes he'll even flirt with Flight, just to get a reaction out of him.

{ Dense }
Panthersniff... is not an extremely perceptive tom. He doesn't easily recognize other people's feelings if they aren't quite obvious or are basic (happy, sad, angry, bored); he's also quite bad at recognizing his own feelings. If something upsets him, he'll know that he's not happy but it will take him a long time to realize why, and how to fix it. He won't realize what his actions could imply, and he realizes even less what others reactions could mean about their feelings for him, good or bad. Pretty much, if you aren't blunt with him, the chance he'll understand is a hit or a miss.

{ Loyal To A Fault }
Panther's father, being raised in a Tribe that favored dying for the Tribe before yourself, had passed down this trait with ease onto poor Pan through various and constant reminders of what being of Tribal Blood means. It means dying for something you've set your mind to, pushing yourself to the very limit for your Tribe and Tribesmen if need be..
Well, Pan certainly got the message. After obtaining a new Tribe, Safe Haven, Pan has done nothing but live to serve and protect it as well as his newly found kin. He will stop at nothing, quite literally nothing, to make sure that things go well in the end for his new family and home.

{ Helpful }
While Pan is definetly not the smartest or the wittiest, and he'd likely accidently tell you you're fat or something equally insulting without realizing it, he does try his very best to please people. He's always been good at following orders and improving things based on advise or criticism, so if you tell him something needs to be fixed or changed, he'll gladly try. He may not get it on the first try, but if you give him a partner to do something with, he'll very quickly learn from watching first hand. After that, boss him around or ask for a helping paw and you have yourself a faithful work-mate!

Personality Type: Big-hearted Sidekick

Alignment: Neutral Good : A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do, without bias toward or against order.

M I N D - S E T
Habits:
-Panther has a tendency to look blankly at who he's speaking with and blink rapidly when he doesn't know what you're talking about.
-He also tends to walk too closely to others or wrap around them when given the chance, being very touchy with those he likes.
-When Pan hasn't learned someone's name yet, he'll usually call someone by a general nickname based on appearance. Example: Mjolnir was dubbed "Bear Cat" when Pan first met him due to his size.

Fears: Heights, Dying alone or for nothing

Dreams/Goals: To have a large family living inside the walls where he can protect them

Beliefs: Tribal Ancestors

Build: Towering and balanced.

Scars/Disabilities: No general scars. Broken nose. Lessened ability to scent.

Physical Health - 85% : All physical features are in tip-top shape, just recouping his wounds from the invasion.

Emotional Health - 80% : Since the loss of Dawnbreaker, Pan hasn't been 100% but he's still holding onto hope for the future. Nothing can keep him down for long.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Romantic Partner:
{ None | -- | --- | --- }"---"
Crush(es):
{ Dawnbreaker | Female | Crafter - Way | Deceased }"I think of you every day. I don't know if you felt the same way about me as I did you, but I hope so. It will feel like an eternity until I can see you again but I hope you're smiling when we finally meet a second time.. I miss you so much..."
Best Friend(s):
{ Flightpaw | Male | Seeker Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"Please don't be mad at me.. I thought I was helping, I know it was a stupid thing to do... I hope you're feeling better though, please get rest now that the invasions over."
Friend(s):
{ Arno / Darkpaw | Male | Crafter Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"You're Dawn's apprentice, and if you're awesome in her book then you're awesome in mine! Always good to know I'm not the only one looking out for her. You're pretty cool on your own too, got a lot of energy and hugs to give."{ Rainheart | Female | Seeker | Deceased }"I doubt I could ever take over the role of parental figure, I don't think you or Flight would ever want me to either.. But I hope I can be some kind of help to him while you're gone. He hasn't been the same since your death, though not all things are too bad. I hope he doesn't get himself into trouble, ready to see you again someday."
Enemies:
{ None | --- | --- | --- }"---"
Acquaintance(s):
{ Mjolnir / Shatterbone | Male | Vanguard - Way | Living in Safe Haven }"Despite your... kinda horrible temper, I did like hanging out with you. Things have been tense since that fight you got in, but I hope we can move passed it soon. Your grumpy face can't hide a smile forever!"{ Mintpaw | Male | Seeker Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"Flightpaw does consider you family, but we rarely speak together so I'm not too sure about you. There's also the fighting going on.. I just don't know much about you, I guess."
"Other":
{ Pebblepath | Female | Seeker Apprentice - Way | Living in Safe Haven }"Unlike Mintpaw, I have spoken with you, even if it ended unkindly. I refuse to call you my enemy, but if you do anything to hurt my baby cousin again, there will be consequences."

P R O F E S S I O N A L

R A N K
Profession: Vanguard

Current Auma Score: 18

Apprentice/Mentor: Crowpaw

Past apprentices/mentors: Burn (father)

SK I L L S
Skill 1: Jump / +3

Skill 2: Swim / +3

Skill 3: Stance: Intimidating / +1

Skill 4: Butcher / +10

Skill 5: Disarm / +5

Skill 6: Track / +1

Skill 7: Balance / +5

Skill 8: Climb / +3

Skill 10: Escape Artist / -3

Skill 11: Knowledge:Ashen / +3

Skill 12: Grapple / +8

Skill 13: Feint / +5

Skill 14: Draw Aggro / +5

Skill 15: Guard / +5

A B I L I T I E S:
Ability 1: None

E Q U I P M E N T
Item 1: None

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S
Parents:
{ Wood That Burns Brightly | Male | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"Hey dad. Hope you're happy, sheltered in the Darkness.. I found our kin, just like I promised. I know you wanted to be there when we found him, and you wanted to help keep him safe.. At least I hope... But I'm going to keep Flight from harm for you from now on, so please give me strength.."{ Rain Which Falls Silently | Female | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"I never got to meet you, and I'm sorry about that, but I still have family to live to be with. I hope you're happy and following in my shadows."

Offspring:
{ None | --- | --- | --- }"---"

Aunts & Uncles:
{ Gem | Female | Mother of Flightpaw, Half-Sister of Burn | Exiled Tribe Member | Dead }"I've only ever heard of you from my father, and he sure liked to keep what you actually did vague. From what I know though, you were a traitor and that's just unforgivable. I hope you got sent to the White Abyss."
{ River That Flows Fast | Male | Father of Flightpaw | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"My father also mentioned you but... kinda different. If he had taken the chance, I'm sure he would have told you he didn't hate you. He felt sorry that you followed such a horrible woman away from home. I wish things could had gone differently."
{ Shadow That Shields All | Female | Littermate of Gem | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"Father never really talked about you, but he said you were a great hunter when you were still with the Tribe. Wish you were still with us."
{ Crystal That Lights The Tunnels | Female | Younger Sibling of River | Tribe Member | Dead }"Father said he personally helped bury you after the Calamity. I hope you walk in Flight's shadow still."

Cousins:
{ Flightpaw | Male | Seeker Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"I'm so sorry for all of the trouble that my father caused you. Even if he felt it was justified, he should have been more cautious with his actions... I'm glad you're still alive and well, and I just can't believe I've found you! I swear to you, I'll repay the debt my father made."

E X T E N D E D
Adopted Family:
{ None | --- | --- | --- }"---"

B A C K S T O R Y
{ Kit / Traveler }
Panther was born a few moons into the Calamity on a rather calm, quiet night. The only sounds had been of his mother in labor, still having two other kits to bear after Panther arrived into the world. Rain and Burn had been sturdy Tribal cats just moons ago, but now with their home destroyed, their remaining tribesmen fleeing for better lands, and their leader being deceased, his mother now his mother was withered and his father was hanging on only for her. They were both broken in so many ways, but this was supposed to be their light in the dark - the continuity of their blood-lines through Panther and his kin...
That destiny turned out to be too bright for this dark world.

His mother tried her best to be strong for her first kitting, going through the routines that Swallow, their old healer, had banged into her head since the moment they knew she was expecting. His father was also trying hard, not having much or any medical experience but knowing enough to find them a moderately warm (by Calamity standards) place to stay and some dry foliage to lay his mother on as well as beside her, for the kits when they came out.

They were both so strong, trying their best to push out the kits without a hitch.
Burn's strength left when he was forced to watch his first and last mate die in front of him, unable to complete the kitting and either killing or just retaining the two remaining kits that couldn't get out. He wouldn't even know if the other would have been still-born or strong and healthy, ready to face the world with him and their mother as they grew.

Panther was the only kit alive and kicking, though he was quite meek compared to what his parents' expected to create.
The two were rather bulky and strong, being Cave Guards for their Tribe and training constantly. Panther had, admittedly, gotten the short end of the stick in Tribal standards, carrying his grand-mothers dainty genes in him. But he was still the only offspring Burn had, prompting the tom to bury his mate and unborn kits before taking Panther into his jaws and running off in search of some creature he could take advantage of for fresh milk.

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A moon passed and Pan was kept alive, just barely, by a weak mothering cat that Burn had come across during his search for kitten food. She had lost all of her own kits to the cold, nature and her own inability to produce enough milk for all of them, never having enough food herself in this harsh world. This arrangement went on until Pan was finally old enough to have a bit of real food, even if it had to be prechewed by Burn first, and while things had been hard without Pan's real mother there, Violet had turned out to be a pretty good replacement until she passed, finally allowing herself to give in to the sickness she'd gotten a little after the three met each other.

Burn wasn't one for semantics but seeing his child cry for the first time because of another cat.. The tom just couldn't leave her without being properly buried.
Days were quiet, nights were even quieter and his father, only once, admitted that they were colder than before the two were on their own again.

Shelter was harder to find than before the Calamity, apparently, because it wasn't often that they found a good, safe place for Panther to hide while his father went out to get prey for them both. Most times Panther would just have to dig himself a fox-hole and cover himself in dirt until Burn found something worth while. Clean water was also irritatingly complex to find, which bothered his father to no end, meaning he was even snappier than he had been known for before Panther's birth.

The attitude adjustment went all the further into making them a very silent duo.
The only words casually exchanged between them were warnings, instructions, explanations and complaints. All of the former were usually given by Burn and recieved by Panther, the only difference being the last. Before Panther had been taught that silence, when out in harsh wilds, was holy gold, the little tom would constantly find something to complain about. It was too cold, he was hungry, their nest was too wet, etc. These would be pretty consistent until Burn finally thought of a punishment for him that would shut him up - putting him up in a tree branch for a night instead of letting the little brat lay with his father's providing warmth by his side.

The punishment had worked, but only because the end result of it was Panther ending up with a broken nose. During the night something had flown by and, not sleeping at all because of the many possibilites of doom, Panther had seen it, causing him to jump and accidently fall out, obtaining the most tame of outcomes when he thought about it later on in life.

After that, Panther was silent, Burn was calmer and the moons passed by more quickly.
As Panther grew and was slowly able to learn to hunt and protect himself, Burn let him know that they could finally be promoted from "surviving" to "living". Panther had no idea what that meant, seeing as surviving is all they'd ever done since he came along, but once he reached his 5th moon on this Earth, Pan quickly discovered that his father's defintion of "living" was reputation and revenge.

Now with the basics of life being easier to come by, Burn began dragging Panther along on a search for the only kin of his that may be living besides Panther himself. His little sisters, Gem and Shadow, and the former molly's mate, River.
Panther never learned much about why his father wanted to find them so badly, but the basics of what he got from the elder tom's mutterings was that Gem had wronged not only him, but also her sister and mate, leading them down a path of dishonor. Honor was all Burn's old Tribe had stood for, all that every cat contained in it wished for and thrived on. Respect and order was all that was asked for from their Tribe and apparently Gem had disgraced all of them by not embracing those goals.

She'd been banished, as a show of mercy from their leader, since Burn and River both didn't want to see her executed and they were two of the finest Tribesmen there. The downside was that she had taken her mate with her, as well as their sister, and left to become Loners, the kind of cats that the Tribe would sooner spit on than let anywhere near themselves.

Now, with the world in shambles and nothing else to live for in all honesty, Burn wished to end his life knowing for sure that her dishonor wouldn't go on unpunished. He had shown sympathy for her before and all Gem did was steal away two perfectly loyal, worthy cats.. Now his father planned on killing her.

Panther found out this last bit of information far too late, realizing what exactly his father planned to do just as he did it in front of his eyes.

Gem and River were taken down by a slash to the throat each after admitting that Shadow had died trying to give birth as well, a few days before the Calamity occurred.
Burn left the scene with blood on his paws and a proud look in his eyes while Panther followed in shocked silence.
He had never seen another truly living cat after Violet died, and his father had just.. murdered them both in cold blood. For something that had been settled moons ago, no less!
And while he didn't oppose his father or his decision, not knowing them himself and so not being able to judge, Panther couldn't get the smell of blood and... something else, out of his head. The scent that had lingered around those cats' den was so oddly familiar to him, but it felt distant, like a dream or a thought that he had captured while still only a very, very tiny newborn. It spoke to him and kept popping up every time he imagined Gem's eyes, wide and hollow with horror. They were the deepest blue he had ever seen but he didn't know if they had been like that naturally or were unusually dark from.. well, not being living anymore.

The scent lingered in his nose for days before he realized what it was and alerted his father.
Gem had smelled like milk. She had been feeding. And the kit may not have been there, but that didn't mean it was dead and gone like they forced it's parents to be.

Burn, for all of his loathing of the two he'd killed, knew that the kit was innocent in all of this as well. The kit did nothing wrong and it hadn't asked to be born from two traitors. And it was still their kin, after all.

The two of them took off back to the scene of the crime to see if maybe the poor thing was still holding on somehow, just in need of a little food and water and familiar warmth.
When they got there, Panther immediately threw up at the sight of the bodies they had left behind. Seeing them be killed was one thing, it had been horrifying, but seeing them now.. dismantled compared to how they had been before... Panther had only seen them a few days ago but already it was hard to tell that these lumps used to be cats.
Some creature had come around and picked the meat off their bones and left half of them still sitting there, zombie-like. Burn looked off-put too, something Panther didn't think was possible until now.

After getting over the horrendous sight and finding the stability he needed to stop losing his lunch, Panther and Burn investigated around the hollow Gem and River had stayed in, examining it for proof of little ones.
There wasn't much left with everything, even the scents, fading, but Panther finally found a clue. There was a trail of teeny-tiny paw-prints in a muddy spot nearby, clearly being made by a cat and a rather new one at that. If Panther's cousin was still alive and kicking, then this was definetly the way it'd gone. Now it was just a matter of finding it.

Burn and Panther spent moons, now with a new mission, living their day to day lives much like they had since Panther became a fully capable tom. They hunted for survival, fought their way to safety and simply survived as well as they could, but now instead of searching for any signs of River and Gem, they were on the hunt for something that was the mix of them. It was a much harder task, seeing as they had no clues if the poor thing was even still alive to this day or not, but it gave them something focus on that wasn't just dead ends and foggy, dark clouds.

Even if it was just a distant dream now that they used as an excuse to not stay in one place and rot, it was a rather nice dream.
Panther tried to imagine having someone around that was his age, that he could have look up to him and learn from him. He would have someone to protect and not cover for instead, like his father when they tried to hunt larger prey. He could even have a play-mate for the first time in his life, someone to have fun with instead of enduring training sessions.

The dream began to seem all the more impossible when Panther finally found himself all alone.
During another hunt for large game, Burn had ran too fast after a Juggernaut and wasn't able to stop before reaching the edge of a gorge, falling in and injuring himself to the point where he bled out on the muddy rocks at the bottom. Panther had found a very careful way down, cried his heart out and paid his respects to his father before burying him in the way Burn had often described for memorials back home... For the longest time after that, Panther stayed put. He found a crevice in the gorge that he made into his home, only leaving after a couple moons when a too-large Ashen had claimed it for it's own while he was out hunting. During those few moons, Panther went back into survival mode, not showing much emotion since it became irrelevant while alone and not talking anymore either, seeing no point in talking to himself for the hell of it. The world seemed dimmer than before and colder... Pan knew now what his father must have felt when mom died, suddenly having nothing to his name but a small hope and a goal. To keep himself alive and hopefully find his possibly last remaining kin...

Once that Ashen took over his home near Burn's grave, he kicked himself back into gear, deciding that his father wouldn't want him to keep mourning on his lonesome with no drive in life but to see the next day.
His only problem was that he had no idea where to start looking for his lost, maybe non-living kin. Burn was always the tom with the plan, leading him around with confidence, even if he too had no idea where to go.

One day, life gave him his answer.
The Call rung out among the land and Panther finally had a direction to head in, straight for Safe Haven.
It took him much too long to get there, always taking round-about ways to get around problems and too-big Ashen, as well as avoiding cats that wandered around who could probably help, since he didn't know who was with Safe Haven or not at this point, meaning any one he didn't know could either be his salvation or his death..

One day, many moons later, a bright light, one of hope but also power and beauty, holy and terrifying destruction, had been seen all over the land and Panther was grateful to see it wasn't too far away from him now.

Finally, at 19 moons of age, Panther had found Safe Haven and had been welcomed with open arms.
The holy ground had just been riddled with attacks from some traitor called Nicolas and the whole place was in dire need of cats who were fit enough to help feed and protect them. Sure, this place hadn't been what Panther was expecting, but it was relatively safe, welcoming and promising.
Panther agreed to stay there and help them get back on their feet until he had to leave again, taking on both the duty of protecting hunters and being the hunter, or being the "Vanguard" and "Seeker" as this place called it. Such weird titles, he thought...

Either way, Panther began to help around the place as much as he could, getting accustomed to the thought of being surrounded by other cats of all ages, cats who he could befriend, fall in love with, start a life with. Panther almost cried one day at the thought of having to leave in search of his kin, the goal still in mind because of his father's own past determination to finish it. He would sooner die out in the wilds than give up on what his father believed, what they had both seen as a last spark in their lives.

Later that day he did cry, but this time out of joy.
As he was lazing around Safe Haven, still taking in all the new names and faces, Panther had spotted a cat that made him do a double and then a triple-take.

There, sitting beside a bobtail she-cat, was nearly the spitting image of River, excluding the brown ear and tail. And when the tom turned his head to speak with the bobtail, Panther lost his mind, knowing for sure that he had seen those same eyes on a certain deceased she-cat.

Panther contained himself enough to go over to the shorter tom and speak with him for a moment before announcing who he was, asking for the other's name.

"Flightpaw, huh? Well, Flightpaw.. I just want to say thank you."
"For what?"
"For being alive, you beautiful idiot!"

{ Vanguard }
Panther, since deciding to officially call Safe Haven his home, has been given the name Panthersniff and has obtained the rank of Vanguard for being such a good body-guard in the time he was free-lancing around the place. He's already done his best to help his home rebuild itself since Nic's devastation and has made quite the name for himself around the place for his attitude and drive, plus his devotion to his cousin.

After a couple moons of getting used to Safe Haven (and getting continuously scolded by Flightpaw and Rainheart for things), the Vanguard has adjusted quite well to being around other cats. He's learned to control his volume for at least an hour every day and he's even made a couple friends. During Winterfest, a time of celebration and relaxation, he even met a pretty she-cat while bounding through the snow! Sure, he's too dense to realize he's had a crush on her for almost as long as he's known her, but at least he's been a gentleman anyways. He's even gotten comfortable enough to try out for a play that's getting thrown together. Sure, he wasn't exactly around for the rise and fall of Babylon, but he did help pick up the pieces.

Hopefully everything keeps going smoothly.

E X T R A

S T A T S

Combat
Auma: 18
Wound Capacity: 12 (From Flowering) // Base = 8
Energy: 18/18
Hit Chance: m[26], r[31]

Base Damage: m[+++++ [5]], r[+++[3]] // After Flowering: m[+++++++++++ [11]], r[+++++++++ [9]]

Dodge: m[+++], r[+++]
Damage Reduction: 0%

Saves
Base
Physical: +++ [3]
Mental: -       [-1]
Environmental: - [-1]
Poison: ++    [2]
Wyrd: ++ [2]
Death: ++ [2]

After Flowering (Current)
Physical: ++++++++ [8]
Mental: ++++         [4]
Environmental: ++++ [4]
Poison: +++++++ [7]
Wyrd: ----------     [-10]
Death: +++++++ [7]
Equipment
Carrying Capacity:
Armor: ++
Weapons: +
Items: 2
Items:
Inventory Sustains
None Active

O T H E R
Voice:
Brendon Urie - Panic! At The Disco

Likes/Dislikes:
Singing

Non-conformity
Individualism
Comedy
Crowds

Being ignored
Misunderstandings

O O C

L I T E R A C Y - L E V E L S
Script: Closed

Short response: Open

Mid-length response: Open - Preferred

Good god why are we writing novels?: Selective

R P - M E T H O D S
Skype: Open

Notes: Open

Comments: Open

Discord: Open

A V A I L A B I L I T Y
Time Zone: (GMT -7:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada)

R P - S A M P L E
Source:

Sample: "Basilpaw walked into camp, prey dangling from his mouth. He'd been with his mentor for the last couple hours hunting and they'd gotten a pretty good amount, though his mentor had to find a couple more cats to pick up all of the prey to carry it back. Therefore, he'd been sent ahead. He didn't mind, he just thought that having a mentor would be better if he didn't get sent away back to camp so often. The dark calico's brow furrowed as he set the carcasses on the fresh-kill pile and went to sit by the entrance, awaiting his mentor's return with whoever had been sent along with him. I thought I was supposed to stay by his side and learn from him, but no. I'm in camp while he's out there, gathering prey.. I need to learn to fight. I'll ask when he gets back.. This time, I'll pester him until I can at least get one good attack down!"

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

Panthersniff © MarcieDio

Description

Newest Update: 8/5/19 - Updated Age, Physical health, Stats, Profession and Relationships!

O F F I C I A L C H A R A C T E R S H E E T F O R

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  I D E N T I T Y

N A M E
Haven Name: Panthersniff

Common Name: Pan

Faction Name: Panther That Stalks In Silence

Nickname: Panther, Pan (unoriginal, I know)

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Alternate Names (Outside of OSAC's Canon):
- Demothi | "Talks while walking" | Human AU

A G E
Current Age: 2 years, 5 moons (as of August 6th, 2019)

Birthday: 2 moons P.C.

G E N D E R A N D S E X U A L I T Y
Sex / Gender: Male

Romantic Orientation: Polyamorous

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Single, always looking

H E R I T A G E
Breed: American Shorthair / Somali / Tabby Mix (recessive)

Ancestral Affiliation: Tribe of Long Shadows

Origin: Calamity-Born

C H A R A C T E R T Y P E
Auma Type: Light

Character Slot: Secondary Character

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Summary: Panthersniff is all smiles, hugs and sweet remarks on an average day, and it's very rare for him to have a sad or tired attitude. Mess with those he loves, however, and you will be forced to face his claws and fangs, no exceptions.

Personality Traits:
{ Loud }
After being practically alone in the wilderness for most of his life, with the constant threat of danger, Panthersniff has gotten acutely aware of just how loud he is at all times. He had been raised to be nearly silent whenever possible, in order to make hunting easier... But once he showed up at Safe Haven, that went out the window. With so many new cats around and so many of them looking friendly, he quickly felt the need for silence leave, allowing him to use his voice as often as possible, however he wants to. On most, if not all, days, you can find him wandering around with Flight singing or shouting or laughing unnecessarily loudly just because he can now.

{ Flirty }
Finally being around other cats, Panthersniff has quickly opened up to show his true colors, all of them being neon.
If Panther isn't stuck like glue to Flight's side, then he's off making a pretty kitty blush somewhere. Sometimes he'll even flirt with Flight, just to get a reaction out of him.

{ Dense }
Panthersniff... is not an extremely perceptive tom. He doesn't easily recognize other people's feelings if they aren't quite obvious or are basic (happy, sad, angry, bored); he's also quite bad at recognizing his own feelings. If something upsets him, he'll know that he's not happy but it will take him a long time to realize why, and how to fix it. He won't realize what his actions could imply, and he realizes even less what others reactions could mean about their feelings for him, good or bad. Pretty much, if you aren't blunt with him, the chance he'll understand is a hit or a miss.

{ Loyal To A Fault }
Panther's father, being raised in a Tribe that favored dying for the Tribe before yourself, had passed down this trait with ease onto poor Pan through various and constant reminders of what being of Tribal Blood means. It means dying for something you've set your mind to, pushing yourself to the very limit for your Tribe and Tribesmen if need be..
Well, Pan certainly got the message. After obtaining a new Tribe, Safe Haven, Pan has done nothing but live to serve and protect it as well as his newly found kin. He will stop at nothing, quite literally nothing, to make sure that things go well in the end for his new family and home.

{ Helpful }
While Pan is definetly not the smartest or the wittiest, and he'd likely accidently tell you you're fat or something equally insulting without realizing it, he does try his very best to please people. He's always been good at following orders and improving things based on advise or criticism, so if you tell him something needs to be fixed or changed, he'll gladly try. He may not get it on the first try, but if you give him a partner to do something with, he'll very quickly learn from watching first hand. After that, boss him around or ask for a helping paw and you have yourself a faithful work-mate!

Personality Type: Big-hearted Sidekick

Alignment: Neutral Good : A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do, without bias toward or against order.

M I N D - S E T
Habits:
-Panther has a tendency to look blankly at who he's speaking with and blink rapidly when he doesn't know what you're talking about.
-He also tends to walk too closely to others or wrap around them when given the chance, being very touchy with those he likes.
-When Pan hasn't learned someone's name yet, he'll usually call someone by a general nickname based on appearance. Example: Mjolnir was dubbed "Bear Cat" when Pan first met him due to his size.

Fears: Heights, Dying alone or for nothing

Dreams/Goals: To have a large family living inside the walls where he can protect them

Beliefs: Tribal Ancestors

Build: Towering and balanced.

Scars/Disabilities: No general scars. Broken nose. Lessened ability to scent.

Physical Health - 85% : All physical features are in tip-top shape, just recouping his wounds from the invasion.

Emotional Health - 80% : Since the loss of Dawnbreaker, Pan hasn't been 100% but he's still holding onto hope for the future. Nothing can keep him down for long.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Romantic Partner:
{ None | -- | --- | --- }"---"
Crush(es):
{ Dawnbreaker | Female | Crafter - Way | Deceased }"I think of you every day. I don't know if you felt the same way about me as I did you, but I hope so. It will feel like an eternity until I can see you again but I hope you're smiling when we finally meet a second time.. I miss you so much..."
Best Friend(s):
{ Flightpaw | Male | Seeker Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"Please don't be mad at me.. I thought I was helping, I know it was a stupid thing to do... I hope you're feeling better though, please get rest now that the invasions over."
Friend(s):
{ Arno / Darkpaw | Male | Crafter Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"You're Dawn's apprentice, and if you're awesome in her book then you're awesome in mine! Always good to know I'm not the only one looking out for her. You're pretty cool on your own too, got a lot of energy and hugs to give."{ Rainheart | Female | Seeker | Deceased }"I doubt I could ever take over the role of parental figure, I don't think you or Flight would ever want me to either.. But I hope I can be some kind of help to him while you're gone. He hasn't been the same since your death, though not all things are too bad. I hope he doesn't get himself into trouble, ready to see you again someday."
Enemies:
{ None | --- | --- | --- }"---"
Acquaintance(s):
{ Mjolnir / Shatterbone | Male | Vanguard - Way | Living in Safe Haven }"Despite your... kinda horrible temper, I did like hanging out with you. Things have been tense since that fight you got in, but I hope we can move passed it soon. Your grumpy face can't hide a smile forever!"{ Mintpaw | Male | Seeker Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"Flightpaw does consider you family, but we rarely speak together so I'm not too sure about you. There's also the fighting going on.. I just don't know much about you, I guess."
"Other":
{ Pebblepath | Female | Seeker Apprentice - Way | Living in Safe Haven }"Unlike Mintpaw, I have spoken with you, even if it ended unkindly. I refuse to call you my enemy, but if you do anything to hurt my baby cousin again, there will be consequences."

P R O F E S S I O N A L

R A N K
Profession: Vanguard

Current Auma Score: 18

Apprentice/Mentor: Crowpaw

Past apprentices/mentors: Burn (father)

SK I L L S
Skill 1: Jump / +3

Skill 2: Swim / +3

Skill 3: Stance: Intimidating / +1

Skill 4: Butcher / +10

Skill 5: Disarm / +5

Skill 6: Track / +1

Skill 7: Balance / +5

Skill 8: Climb / +3

Skill 10: Escape Artist / -3

Skill 11: Knowledge:Ashen / +3

Skill 12: Grapple / +8

Skill 13: Feint / +5

Skill 14: Draw Aggro / +5

Skill 15: Guard / +5

A B I L I T I E S:
Ability 1: None

E Q U I P M E N T
Item 1: None

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S
Parents:
{ Wood That Burns Brightly | Male | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"Hey dad. Hope you're happy, sheltered in the Darkness.. I found our kin, just like I promised. I know you wanted to be there when we found him, and you wanted to help keep him safe.. At least I hope... But I'm going to keep Flight from harm for you from now on, so please give me strength.."{ Rain Which Falls Silently | Female | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"I never got to meet you, and I'm sorry about that, but I still have family to live to be with. I hope you're happy and following in my shadows."

Offspring:
{ None | --- | --- | --- }"---"

Aunts & Uncles:
{ Gem | Female | Mother of Flightpaw, Half-Sister of Burn | Exiled Tribe Member | Dead }"I've only ever heard of you from my father, and he sure liked to keep what you actually did vague. From what I know though, you were a traitor and that's just unforgivable. I hope you got sent to the White Abyss."
{ River That Flows Fast | Male | Father of Flightpaw | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"My father also mentioned you but... kinda different. If he had taken the chance, I'm sure he would have told you he didn't hate you. He felt sorry that you followed such a horrible woman away from home. I wish things could had gone differently."
{ Shadow That Shields All | Female | Littermate of Gem | Former Tribe Member | Dead }"Father never really talked about you, but he said you were a great hunter when you were still with the Tribe. Wish you were still with us."
{ Crystal That Lights The Tunnels | Female | Younger Sibling of River | Tribe Member | Dead }"Father said he personally helped bury you after the Calamity. I hope you walk in Flight's shadow still."

Cousins:
{ Flightpaw | Male | Seeker Apprentice | Living in Safe Haven }"I'm so sorry for all of the trouble that my father caused you. Even if he felt it was justified, he should have been more cautious with his actions... I'm glad you're still alive and well, and I just can't believe I've found you! I swear to you, I'll repay the debt my father made."

E X T E N D E D
Adopted Family:
{ None | --- | --- | --- }"---"

B A C K S T O R Y
{ Kit / Traveler }
Panther was born a few moons into the Calamity on a rather calm, quiet night. The only sounds had been of his mother in labor, still having two other kits to bear after Panther arrived into the world. Rain and Burn had been sturdy Tribal cats just moons ago, but now with their home destroyed, their remaining tribesmen fleeing for better lands, and their leader being deceased, his mother now his mother was withered and his father was hanging on only for her. They were both broken in so many ways, but this was supposed to be their light in the dark - the continuity of their blood-lines through Panther and his kin...
That destiny turned out to be too bright for this dark world.

His mother tried her best to be strong for her first kitting, going through the routines that Swallow, their old healer, had banged into her head since the moment they knew she was expecting. His father was also trying hard, not having much or any medical experience but knowing enough to find them a moderately warm (by Calamity standards) place to stay and some dry foliage to lay his mother on as well as beside her, for the kits when they came out.

They were both so strong, trying their best to push out the kits without a hitch.
Burn's strength left when he was forced to watch his first and last mate die in front of him, unable to complete the kitting and either killing or just retaining the two remaining kits that couldn't get out. He wouldn't even know if the other would have been still-born or strong and healthy, ready to face the world with him and their mother as they grew.

Panther was the only kit alive and kicking, though he was quite meek compared to what his parents' expected to create.
The two were rather bulky and strong, being Cave Guards for their Tribe and training constantly. Panther had, admittedly, gotten the short end of the stick in Tribal standards, carrying his grand-mothers dainty genes in him. But he was still the only offspring Burn had, prompting the tom to bury his mate and unborn kits before taking Panther into his jaws and running off in search of some creature he could take advantage of for fresh milk.

--

A moon passed and Pan was kept alive, just barely, by a weak mothering cat that Burn had come across during his search for kitten food. She had lost all of her own kits to the cold, nature and her own inability to produce enough milk for all of them, never having enough food herself in this harsh world. This arrangement went on until Pan was finally old enough to have a bit of real food, even if it had to be prechewed by Burn first, and while things had been hard without Pan's real mother there, Violet had turned out to be a pretty good replacement until she passed, finally allowing herself to give in to the sickness she'd gotten a little after the three met each other.

Burn wasn't one for semantics but seeing his child cry for the first time because of another cat.. The tom just couldn't leave her without being properly buried.
Days were quiet, nights were even quieter and his father, only once, admitted that they were colder than before the two were on their own again.

Shelter was harder to find than before the Calamity, apparently, because it wasn't often that they found a good, safe place for Panther to hide while his father went out to get prey for them both. Most times Panther would just have to dig himself a fox-hole and cover himself in dirt until Burn found something worth while. Clean water was also irritatingly complex to find, which bothered his father to no end, meaning he was even snappier than he had been known for before Panther's birth.

The attitude adjustment went all the further into making them a very silent duo.
The only words casually exchanged between them were warnings, instructions, explanations and complaints. All of the former were usually given by Burn and recieved by Panther, the only difference being the last. Before Panther had been taught that silence, when out in harsh wilds, was holy gold, the little tom would constantly find something to complain about. It was too cold, he was hungry, their nest was too wet, etc. These would be pretty consistent until Burn finally thought of a punishment for him that would shut him up - putting him up in a tree branch for a night instead of letting the little brat lay with his father's providing warmth by his side.

The punishment had worked, but only because the end result of it was Panther ending up with a broken nose. During the night something had flown by and, not sleeping at all because of the many possibilites of doom, Panther had seen it, causing him to jump and accidently fall out, obtaining the most tame of outcomes when he thought about it later on in life.

After that, Panther was silent, Burn was calmer and the moons passed by more quickly.
As Panther grew and was slowly able to learn to hunt and protect himself, Burn let him know that they could finally be promoted from "surviving" to "living". Panther had no idea what that meant, seeing as surviving is all they'd ever done since he came along, but once he reached his 5th moon on this Earth, Pan quickly discovered that his father's defintion of "living" was reputation and revenge.

Now with the basics of life being easier to come by, Burn began dragging Panther along on a search for the only kin of his that may be living besides Panther himself. His little sisters, Gem and Shadow, and the former molly's mate, River.
Panther never learned much about why his father wanted to find them so badly, but the basics of what he got from the elder tom's mutterings was that Gem had wronged not only him, but also her sister and mate, leading them down a path of dishonor. Honor was all Burn's old Tribe had stood for, all that every cat contained in it wished for and thrived on. Respect and order was all that was asked for from their Tribe and apparently Gem had disgraced all of them by not embracing those goals.

She'd been banished, as a show of mercy from their leader, since Burn and River both didn't want to see her executed and they were two of the finest Tribesmen there. The downside was that she had taken her mate with her, as well as their sister, and left to become Loners, the kind of cats that the Tribe would sooner spit on than let anywhere near themselves.

Now, with the world in shambles and nothing else to live for in all honesty, Burn wished to end his life knowing for sure that her dishonor wouldn't go on unpunished. He had shown sympathy for her before and all Gem did was steal away two perfectly loyal, worthy cats.. Now his father planned on killing her.

Panther found out this last bit of information far too late, realizing what exactly his father planned to do just as he did it in front of his eyes.

Gem and River were taken down by a slash to the throat each after admitting that Shadow had died trying to give birth as well, a few days before the Calamity occurred.
Burn left the scene with blood on his paws and a proud look in his eyes while Panther followed in shocked silence.
He had never seen another truly living cat after Violet died, and his father had just.. murdered them both in cold blood. For something that had been settled moons ago, no less!
And while he didn't oppose his father or his decision, not knowing them himself and so not being able to judge, Panther couldn't get the smell of blood and... something else, out of his head. The scent that had lingered around those cats' den was so oddly familiar to him, but it felt distant, like a dream or a thought that he had captured while still only a very, very tiny newborn. It spoke to him and kept popping up every time he imagined Gem's eyes, wide and hollow with horror. They were the deepest blue he had ever seen but he didn't know if they had been like that naturally or were unusually dark from.. well, not being living anymore.

The scent lingered in his nose for days before he realized what it was and alerted his father.
Gem had smelled like milk. She had been feeding. And the kit may not have been there, but that didn't mean it was dead and gone like they forced it's parents to be.

Burn, for all of his loathing of the two he'd killed, knew that the kit was innocent in all of this as well. The kit did nothing wrong and it hadn't asked to be born from two traitors. And it was still their kin, after all.

The two of them took off back to the scene of the crime to see if maybe the poor thing was still holding on somehow, just in need of a little food and water and familiar warmth.
When they got there, Panther immediately threw up at the sight of the bodies they had left behind. Seeing them be killed was one thing, it had been horrifying, but seeing them now.. dismantled compared to how they had been before... Panther had only seen them a few days ago but already it was hard to tell that these lumps used to be cats.
Some creature had come around and picked the meat off their bones and left half of them still sitting there, zombie-like. Burn looked off-put too, something Panther didn't think was possible until now.

After getting over the horrendous sight and finding the stability he needed to stop losing his lunch, Panther and Burn investigated around the hollow Gem and River had stayed in, examining it for proof of little ones.
There wasn't much left with everything, even the scents, fading, but Panther finally found a clue. There was a trail of teeny-tiny paw-prints in a muddy spot nearby, clearly being made by a cat and a rather new one at that. If Panther's cousin was still alive and kicking, then this was definetly the way it'd gone. Now it was just a matter of finding it.

Burn and Panther spent moons, now with a new mission, living their day to day lives much like they had since Panther became a fully capable tom. They hunted for survival, fought their way to safety and simply survived as well as they could, but now instead of searching for any signs of River and Gem, they were on the hunt for something that was the mix of them. It was a much harder task, seeing as they had no clues if the poor thing was even still alive to this day or not, but it gave them something focus on that wasn't just dead ends and foggy, dark clouds.

Even if it was just a distant dream now that they used as an excuse to not stay in one place and rot, it was a rather nice dream.
Panther tried to imagine having someone around that was his age, that he could have look up to him and learn from him. He would have someone to protect and not cover for instead, like his father when they tried to hunt larger prey. He could even have a play-mate for the first time in his life, someone to have fun with instead of enduring training sessions.

The dream began to seem all the more impossible when Panther finally found himself all alone.
During another hunt for large game, Burn had ran too fast after a Juggernaut and wasn't able to stop before reaching the edge of a gorge, falling in and injuring himself to the point where he bled out on the muddy rocks at the bottom. Panther had found a very careful way down, cried his heart out and paid his respects to his father before burying him in the way Burn had often described for memorials back home... For the longest time after that, Panther stayed put. He found a crevice in the gorge that he made into his home, only leaving after a couple moons when a too-large Ashen had claimed it for it's own while he was out hunting. During those few moons, Panther went back into survival mode, not showing much emotion since it became irrelevant while alone and not talking anymore either, seeing no point in talking to himself for the hell of it. The world seemed dimmer than before and colder... Pan knew now what his father must have felt when mom died, suddenly having nothing to his name but a small hope and a goal. To keep himself alive and hopefully find his possibly last remaining kin...

Once that Ashen took over his home near Burn's grave, he kicked himself back into gear, deciding that his father wouldn't want him to keep mourning on his lonesome with no drive in life but to see the next day.
His only problem was that he had no idea where to start looking for his lost, maybe non-living kin. Burn was always the tom with the plan, leading him around with confidence, even if he too had no idea where to go.

One day, life gave him his answer.
The Call rung out among the land and Panther finally had a direction to head in, straight for Safe Haven.
It took him much too long to get there, always taking round-about ways to get around problems and too-big Ashen, as well as avoiding cats that wandered around who could probably help, since he didn't know who was with Safe Haven or not at this point, meaning any one he didn't know could either be his salvation or his death..

One day, many moons later, a bright light, one of hope but also power and beauty, holy and terrifying destruction, had been seen all over the land and Panther was grateful to see it wasn't too far away from him now.

Finally, at 19 moons of age, Panther had found Safe Haven and had been welcomed with open arms.
The holy ground had just been riddled with attacks from some traitor called Nicolas and the whole place was in dire need of cats who were fit enough to help feed and protect them. Sure, this place hadn't been what Panther was expecting, but it was relatively safe, welcoming and promising.
Panther agreed to stay there and help them get back on their feet until he had to leave again, taking on both the duty of protecting hunters and being the hunter, or being the "Vanguard" and "Seeker" as this place called it. Such weird titles, he thought...

Either way, Panther began to help around the place as much as he could, getting accustomed to the thought of being surrounded by other cats of all ages, cats who he could befriend, fall in love with, start a life with. Panther almost cried one day at the thought of having to leave in search of his kin, the goal still in mind because of his father's own past determination to finish it. He would sooner die out in the wilds than give up on what his father believed, what they had both seen as a last spark in their lives.

Later that day he did cry, but this time out of joy.
As he was lazing around Safe Haven, still taking in all the new names and faces, Panther had spotted a cat that made him do a double and then a triple-take.

There, sitting beside a bobtail she-cat, was nearly the spitting image of River, excluding the brown ear and tail. And when the tom turned his head to speak with the bobtail, Panther lost his mind, knowing for sure that he had seen those same eyes on a certain deceased she-cat.

Panther contained himself enough to go over to the shorter tom and speak with him for a moment before announcing who he was, asking for the other's name.

"Flightpaw, huh? Well, Flightpaw.. I just want to say thank you."
"For what?"
"For being alive, you beautiful idiot!"

{ Vanguard }
Panther, since deciding to officially call Safe Haven his home, has been given the name Panthersniff and has obtained the rank of Vanguard for being such a good body-guard in the time he was free-lancing around the place. He's already done his best to help his home rebuild itself since Nic's devastation and has made quite the name for himself around the place for his attitude and drive, plus his devotion to his cousin.

After a couple moons of getting used to Safe Haven (and getting continuously scolded by Flightpaw and Rainheart for things), the Vanguard has adjusted quite well to being around other cats. He's learned to control his volume for at least an hour every day and he's even made a couple friends. During Winterfest, a time of celebration and relaxation, he even met a pretty she-cat while bounding through the snow! Sure, he's too dense to realize he's had a crush on her for almost as long as he's known her, but at least he's been a gentleman anyways. He's even gotten comfortable enough to try out for a play that's getting thrown together. Sure, he wasn't exactly around for the rise and fall of Babylon, but he did help pick up the pieces.

Hopefully everything keeps going smoothly.

E X T R A

S T A T S

Combat
Auma: 18
Wound Capacity: 12 (From Flowering) // Base = 8
Energy: 18/18
Hit Chance: m[26], r[31]

Base Damage: m[+++++ [5]], r[+++[3]] // After Flowering: m[+++++++++++ [11]], r[+++++++++ [9]]

Dodge: m[+++], r[+++]
Damage Reduction: 0%

Saves
Base
Physical: +++ [3]
Mental: -       [-1]
Environmental: - [-1]
Poison: ++    [2]
Wyrd: ++ [2]
Death: ++ [2]

After Flowering (Current)
Physical: ++++++++ [8]
Mental: ++++         [4]
Environmental: ++++ [4]
Poison: +++++++ [7]
Wyrd: ----------     [-10]
Death: +++++++ [7]
Equipment
Carrying Capacity:
Armor: ++
Weapons: +
Items: 2
Items:
Inventory Sustains
None Active

O T H E R
Voice:
Brendon Urie - Panic! At The Disco

Likes/Dislikes:
Singing

Non-conformity
Individualism
Comedy
Crowds

Being ignored
Misunderstandings

O O C

L I T E R A C Y - L E V E L S
Script: Closed

Short response: Open

Mid-length response: Open - Preferred

Good god why are we writing novels?: Selective

R P - M E T H O D S
Skype: Open

Notes: Open

Comments: Open

Discord: Open

A V A I L A B I L I T Y
Time Zone: (GMT -7:00) Pacific Time (US & Canada)

R P - S A M P L E
Source:

Sample: "Basilpaw walked into camp, prey dangling from his mouth. He'd been with his mentor for the last couple hours hunting and they'd gotten a pretty good amount, though his mentor had to find a couple more cats to pick up all of the prey to carry it back. Therefore, he'd been sent ahead. He didn't mind, he just thought that having a mentor would be better if he didn't get sent away back to camp so often. The dark calico's brow furrowed as he set the carcasses on the fresh-kill pile and went to sit by the entrance, awaiting his mentor's return with whoever had been sent along with him. I thought I was supposed to stay by his side and learn from him, but no. I'm in camp while he's out there, gathering prey.. I need to learn to fight. I'll ask when he gets back.. This time, I'll pester him until I can at least get one good attack down!"

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

Panthersniff © MarcieDio