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Description
Art updated to young adult, writing to be updated later

Name: Matias, Mattie, Mat
   Muh-tee-us
   Ma-t-eye-us <- preferred

Meaning: Gift of God (Hebrew)

Age: Adult

6 years at 1-19-20, death
  5 years at 11-19-19

  Hiatus

4 years at 8-19-19

  3 years old [6-19-19]
  2 years old [4-19-19]

  1 year old [2-19-19]

Pride: Rogue

Physical Appearance:
   Cub hood: A cub born larger than usual, powerful lungs and strong limbs. Paws oversized, flap of skin folds over near toes on front paws. Fur downy and light though there is much of it. Dull in appearance with eyes lighter than the blue of the sky. The longer fluff on the top of his head continues down his neck. Resembles his maternal grandfather in build if only a little stockier. Tail tuft has a wavy texture. Strong and fast once he learns his limits and likes to push them. Resembles paternal side in markings and some facial structure.
   Teen hood: Tall and long bodied. Fur dull and soft, fluffier around the neck. Strong shoulders and legs, lean trunk. Fluffy fur on top of head and around neck- the beginnings of a bi-colored mane. Long dark main fur sprouting under cheek fur.

Adult hood: Tall and slender, but not to be mistaken for weak. He has a brutish power behind those levers he calls limbs. His thick mane prevents most fatal injuries to his neck and fades to a soft brown-grey at the base. A life of starvation and fighting have prematurely aged him and the stress he endured in his youth led to early grey and white furs. He is still a magnificent creature to behold.

Personality:
+Loyal
His friends have his full protection, word wise or physically. He will stick his neck out for a cause or companion that he believes needs his support. So far this is in the form of tagging along in excursions he knows are bad ideas so he can protect his friends.

+Perceptive

Extremely empathetic

+ Good problem solving skills
This stems from growing up as a friend to his mom as well as a son. Kali does not censor anything when she talks to Matias, she wants him to be well informed and know the world for what it is. Thus as a child he was often characterized as an old soul or mature for his age, and to many it was off-putting. Further, Matias used to quietly handle any unpleasant affairs Jioni may have had- sometimes he had been asked by King Weylon, others he took tasks upon himself to keep others safe. This continues as he stands by Vespyr's side as her advisor, striving to both wrangle unruly children and guide the pride to success.

+ Articulative

Matias used to be speak incredibly slowly, always taking long to think about what he was to say. As he has matured his pace has quickened and his mind runs sometimes faster than his mouth may be able to output words. He never is lost for a word or lacking in description, and if one asks it is always quite easy to discover and understand what is on his mind.

=Adventurous- Wanderer

He seems to show more skill in running and hunting-esque games. Imagine an archer and track star if he were human. These are his best skills.

= Prefers to stay in place- With the exception of where his pride takes him, Matias is quite happy leaving his life of adventure behind him. His watchful eye is best used stationary with others reporting to him.

= Voice of Reason
Tries to share his logic with his friends and those around him.

= Humble with a touch of boastfulness

Basically he knows his strength and capabilities and won’t shy away from that, but won’t push it in your face.

- Stubborn
When he’s got his mind set on something, you have to out stubborn him. Not frequent.

- Vocal
This goes great with being loyal and protective. He’s not afraid to speak his mind because everything he would say has been thought out and proofed so many times in his head. He believes he can support the arguments he makes and if he can’t then he won’t even argue them. He makes sure to voice his thoughts on many matters to Vespyr and her council.

- Lonely
Has a constant need to be with someone or else he gets moody, but when he’s upset he goes to be moody alone and feels worse. He often combats this by spending time with his son, Kobali, but his previous romantic relationship with the Queen sometimes still weighs down his heart.

History:
Let me tell you a story, as I’m sure my long absence is deserving of one. I remember grass taller than myself and skies blue and hot, though it was nowhere near as hot as where I live now. The sounds of life in the distance, feeling it thrive all around me. I was not around the pride much, and if I was, I was too young to remember.   I remember two others the most. My mother, eyes a paler blue than the sky itself. Fur warmer than sand, than the savanna grass. Voice soothing, she kept me safe.  My father, darker than night. Massive. He didn’t speak much, but he held me so close and he loved me more intensely than I think even my mother did. His eye was olive, and his mane was massive. He did not live in our pride, and soon enough my mother stopped bringing me to him.

She was Kalisha. He was Erebus. She is gone forever. As far as I know, he might be too.

I am alone.

No one came for me or raised me. No one saw strength in my paws as I lay dying and no one carried my bones with them away from my home, or cooed that should I live I shall thrive. It was hot. I wanted to die. My cuts burned and I wanted myself to let me die. But I couldn’t. Some primal urge inside me made me get up and creep out of the crevice from a log that I’d been in for days. Mother wasn’t coming back, try as she might. She may have been able to run, but they were still chasing her. She might be looking for me, but she might have gotten lost. Mother was never good with directions, and neither was her mother. We were in a strange place anyway. I can’t blame her.

So I found water somewhere, and then I brought down a lost prey-child. I felt bad, it was just like me, but I am barely older than a cub. My mane grows and I’m at my mother’s shoulders, but she did not have time to actively teach me to hunt. I learned, and am still learning.

I look for her, but I know that I wouldn’t want her running all the way back to find me. I just hope she’s safe, and I live my life as best I can. It’s hard, I’m struggling, but in this place I’ve found humans don’t come often. It’s big. And I think there are other cats here.

Maybe I won’t be alone always.

~~~~~

In my adolescence I lived near a Pride by the name of Jioni, bound to it by the love I'd had for a lion named Reoh. He was a bit older than myself and we would meet in secret. For his sake I would often ask his King, Weylon, what I could do to help around the pride. I was tasked with a variety of duties every time I would ask, each given with a somewhat un-trusting yet curious look about the older lion. Some days I would bring back a small meal, others I would scout the jungle that I was familiar with. I wanted to keep Jioni safe, and I was doing so even as an outsider. Once I even ran into the burning jungle to see how fast it could get to Jioni. I saved a tigress that day, Ira. She lives with Haramu now.

But that was all I ever did. I'm sure if I asked I would have been accepted, but in my youth I was too terrified to approach the royals. I was afraid of Princess Rubi and her wild beauty, I was fearful of King Weylon's rejection, and I was scared to come out of hiding with my relationship to Reoh. Besides, I wanted someone to care enough to ask me to join. I know what they say about taking your destiny into your own hands, but I wanted someone else to give a damn about my destiny. Terrified of my own feelings, I isolated myself and ended my relationship with Reoh.

There was a day in which I joined her highness Princess Rubi as well as cats from all over to hunt down a brutish bastard by the name of Mwalimu. I suppose I landed some of the hardest of blows, but ultimately a rogue tiger by the name of Balavan was able to bring him down. While cats were cheering and celebrating his victory, there was a hybrid (who had fought fiercely and effectively) who approached me. Me, rather than celebrating the tiger she approached me. Her conversation is one I think of often for she asked me to follow her back to her home, told me she was putting together a group of strong misfits who would be loyal to one another.

My heart was her's immediately. Perhaps the only dickish thing I've done in my life was to walk away from Rubi and Jioni without letting them know where I had went, but I doubt anyone noticed.

With Vespyr I guarded her territory and lounged with a smaller lion named Cree who I later came to know as my nephew. Stokko, my older brother, had madly raised that one and I could see there were lasting effects. But he was a good lad, he had a big heart and that terrified him.

Humans began to interfere again. I found myself following Vespyr into danger just to make sure she was alright. One time I could not, and she did not come back for nearly a month. Cree and I tasked ourselves with keeping her children safe, particularly her son Mantus who ran into trouble just as she did.

Eventually Vespyr returned. She shared with me her dilemma, and I believe I confessed to her.

We produced a son, which I know is younger than her other darker one Matu, though I do not understand the mechanics as to how. We did not remain one another's even the next day. I tried to raise her sons but she was harsh to Matu and Kobali proved to be a handful, lazy and a brute.

But I love them both as if they were both mine. Matu doesn't see that, I often think it's because she rejected him quietly. Nevertheless I will continue to see him as my own, even should he find his genuine father.

However, given both my sons are missing most of the time I have failed as a consort.

Family

Parents
Mother: howikin.deviantart.com/art/Kal… (Alive, NPC)
Father: xxajayaxx.deviantart.com/art/S… [not included for more than backstory purposes]
Siblings: N/A

Offspring

Kobali: www.deviantart.com/little-wand…

Kimi: www.deviantart.com/peppa91/art…

Other:
   Sexuality: Asexual [What he assumes. May or may not be true]
   Despite being from a complicated set of parents, Matias will find no qualms with his unique situation.

Alternate design for Mat, resembles father's colors. I figured it would help me get a fresh start with him in the group. The only thing this mat shares with the original mat is name, lineage, and family history. This is same but different Mat.

AjayaPanthera Lookie I made an alternate mat design!

Description
Art updated to young adult, writing to be updated later

Name: Matias, Mattie, Mat
   Muh-tee-us
   Ma-t-eye-us <- preferred

Meaning: Gift of God (Hebrew)

Age: Adult

6 years at 1-19-20, death
  5 years at 11-19-19

  Hiatus

4 years at 8-19-19

  3 years old [6-19-19]
  2 years old [4-19-19]

  1 year old [2-19-19]

Pride: Rogue

Physical Appearance:
   Cub hood: A cub born larger than usual, powerful lungs and strong limbs. Paws oversized, flap of skin folds over near toes on front paws. Fur downy and light though there is much of it. Dull in appearance with eyes lighter than the blue of the sky. The longer fluff on the top of his head continues down his neck. Resembles his maternal grandfather in build if only a little stockier. Tail tuft has a wavy texture. Strong and fast once he learns his limits and likes to push them. Resembles paternal side in markings and some facial structure.
   Teen hood: Tall and long bodied. Fur dull and soft, fluffier around the neck. Strong shoulders and legs, lean trunk. Fluffy fur on top of head and around neck- the beginnings of a bi-colored mane. Long dark main fur sprouting under cheek fur.

Adult hood: Tall and slender, but not to be mistaken for weak. He has a brutish power behind those levers he calls limbs. His thick mane prevents most fatal injuries to his neck and fades to a soft brown-grey at the base. A life of starvation and fighting have prematurely aged him and the stress he endured in his youth led to early grey and white furs. He is still a magnificent creature to behold.

Personality:
+Loyal
His friends have his full protection, word wise or physically. He will stick his neck out for a cause or companion that he believes needs his support. So far this is in the form of tagging along in excursions he knows are bad ideas so he can protect his friends.

+Perceptive

Extremely empathetic

+ Good problem solving skills
This stems from growing up as a friend to his mom as well as a son. Kali does not censor anything when she talks to Matias, she wants him to be well informed and know the world for what it is. Thus as a child he was often characterized as an old soul or mature for his age, and to many it was off-putting. Further, Matias used to quietly handle any unpleasant affairs Jioni may have had- sometimes he had been asked by King Weylon, others he took tasks upon himself to keep others safe. This continues as he stands by Vespyr's side as her advisor, striving to both wrangle unruly children and guide the pride to success.

+ Articulative

Matias used to be speak incredibly slowly, always taking long to think about what he was to say. As he has matured his pace has quickened and his mind runs sometimes faster than his mouth may be able to output words. He never is lost for a word or lacking in description, and if one asks it is always quite easy to discover and understand what is on his mind.

=Adventurous- Wanderer

He seems to show more skill in running and hunting-esque games. Imagine an archer and track star if he were human. These are his best skills.

= Prefers to stay in place- With the exception of where his pride takes him, Matias is quite happy leaving his life of adventure behind him. His watchful eye is best used stationary with others reporting to him.

= Voice of Reason
Tries to share his logic with his friends and those around him.

= Humble with a touch of boastfulness

Basically he knows his strength and capabilities and won’t shy away from that, but won’t push it in your face.

- Stubborn
When he’s got his mind set on something, you have to out stubborn him. Not frequent.

- Vocal
This goes great with being loyal and protective. He’s not afraid to speak his mind because everything he would say has been thought out and proofed so many times in his head. He believes he can support the arguments he makes and if he can’t then he won’t even argue them. He makes sure to voice his thoughts on many matters to Vespyr and her council.

- Lonely
Has a constant need to be with someone or else he gets moody, but when he’s upset he goes to be moody alone and feels worse. He often combats this by spending time with his son, Kobali, but his previous romantic relationship with the Queen sometimes still weighs down his heart.

History:
Let me tell you a story, as I’m sure my long absence is deserving of one. I remember grass taller than myself and skies blue and hot, though it was nowhere near as hot as where I live now. The sounds of life in the distance, feeling it thrive all around me. I was not around the pride much, and if I was, I was too young to remember.   I remember two others the most. My mother, eyes a paler blue than the sky itself. Fur warmer than sand, than the savanna grass. Voice soothing, she kept me safe.  My father, darker than night. Massive. He didn’t speak much, but he held me so close and he loved me more intensely than I think even my mother did. His eye was olive, and his mane was massive. He did not live in our pride, and soon enough my mother stopped bringing me to him.

She was Kalisha. He was Erebus. She is gone forever. As far as I know, he might be too.

I am alone.

No one came for me or raised me. No one saw strength in my paws as I lay dying and no one carried my bones with them away from my home, or cooed that should I live I shall thrive. It was hot. I wanted to die. My cuts burned and I wanted myself to let me die. But I couldn’t. Some primal urge inside me made me get up and creep out of the crevice from a log that I’d been in for days. Mother wasn’t coming back, try as she might. She may have been able to run, but they were still chasing her. She might be looking for me, but she might have gotten lost. Mother was never good with directions, and neither was her mother. We were in a strange place anyway. I can’t blame her.

So I found water somewhere, and then I brought down a lost prey-child. I felt bad, it was just like me, but I am barely older than a cub. My mane grows and I’m at my mother’s shoulders, but she did not have time to actively teach me to hunt. I learned, and am still learning.

I look for her, but I know that I wouldn’t want her running all the way back to find me. I just hope she’s safe, and I live my life as best I can. It’s hard, I’m struggling, but in this place I’ve found humans don’t come often. It’s big. And I think there are other cats here.

Maybe I won’t be alone always.

~~~~~

In my adolescence I lived near a Pride by the name of Jioni, bound to it by the love I'd had for a lion named Reoh. He was a bit older than myself and we would meet in secret. For his sake I would often ask his King, Weylon, what I could do to help around the pride. I was tasked with a variety of duties every time I would ask, each given with a somewhat un-trusting yet curious look about the older lion. Some days I would bring back a small meal, others I would scout the jungle that I was familiar with. I wanted to keep Jioni safe, and I was doing so even as an outsider. Once I even ran into the burning jungle to see how fast it could get to Jioni. I saved a tigress that day, Ira. She lives with Haramu now.

But that was all I ever did. I'm sure if I asked I would have been accepted, but in my youth I was too terrified to approach the royals. I was afraid of Princess Rubi and her wild beauty, I was fearful of King Weylon's rejection, and I was scared to come out of hiding with my relationship to Reoh. Besides, I wanted someone to care enough to ask me to join. I know what they say about taking your destiny into your own hands, but I wanted someone else to give a damn about my destiny. Terrified of my own feelings, I isolated myself and ended my relationship with Reoh.

There was a day in which I joined her highness Princess Rubi as well as cats from all over to hunt down a brutish bastard by the name of Mwalimu. I suppose I landed some of the hardest of blows, but ultimately a rogue tiger by the name of Balavan was able to bring him down. While cats were cheering and celebrating his victory, there was a hybrid (who had fought fiercely and effectively) who approached me. Me, rather than celebrating the tiger she approached me. Her conversation is one I think of often for she asked me to follow her back to her home, told me she was putting together a group of strong misfits who would be loyal to one another.

My heart was her's immediately. Perhaps the only dickish thing I've done in my life was to walk away from Rubi and Jioni without letting them know where I had went, but I doubt anyone noticed.

With Vespyr I guarded her territory and lounged with a smaller lion named Cree who I later came to know as my nephew. Stokko, my older brother, had madly raised that one and I could see there were lasting effects. But he was a good lad, he had a big heart and that terrified him.

Humans began to interfere again. I found myself following Vespyr into danger just to make sure she was alright. One time I could not, and she did not come back for nearly a month. Cree and I tasked ourselves with keeping her children safe, particularly her son Mantus who ran into trouble just as she did.

Eventually Vespyr returned. She shared with me her dilemma, and I believe I confessed to her.

We produced a son, which I know is younger than her other darker one Matu, though I do not understand the mechanics as to how. We did not remain one another's even the next day. I tried to raise her sons but she was harsh to Matu and Kobali proved to be a handful, lazy and a brute.

But I love them both as if they were both mine. Matu doesn't see that, I often think it's because she rejected him quietly. Nevertheless I will continue to see him as my own, even should he find his genuine father.

However, given both my sons are missing most of the time I have failed as a consort.

Family

Parents
Mother: howikin.deviantart.com/art/Kal… (Alive, NPC)
Father: xxajayaxx.deviantart.com/art/S… [not included for more than backstory purposes]
Siblings: N/A

Offspring

Kobali: www.deviantart.com/little-wand…

Kimi: www.deviantart.com/peppa91/art…

Other:
   Sexuality: Asexual [What he assumes. May or may not be true]
   Despite being from a complicated set of parents, Matias will find no qualms with his unique situation.

Alternate design for Mat, resembles father's colors. I figured it would help me get a fresh start with him in the group. The only thing this mat shares with the original mat is name, lineage, and family history. This is same but different Mat.

AjayaPanthera Lookie I made an alternate mat design!