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WIPDarn it, I just can't give any character of mine a happy Past. I just love making bad things happen to them XD I'm sorry Fade, you poor little baby boy. Your not going to have a happy go lucky past. ((I even made a first attempt at a happy past, it failed horribly.))
General Information
Name: Fade
Reason for Name: His mother had believed he would fade from existence at his birth. Then later on she used it to wish him to disappear, as if she said fade enough to him he might just do so.
Nick Names: Casanova - Vysio due to his romantic and affectionate nature
Faction: Half-Moon
Rank: Delegate
Birthday: May 9th
Age: 2+ Years
Gender: Male
Zodiac: Taurus
Birth Stone: Emerald
Mentor: Shika (NPC)
Prophet Mentor: TBA
Apprentice:N/A
Past Apprentices: Vysio (NPC)
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Physical Information
Fur:
Length: Fade's fur is of about medium length however along his back it often appears to be shorter and on his tail it grows almost freakishly long. ((He got a fluffy booty)) His fur also becomes extremely bushy and fluffy in his ears, he got very fluffy ears.
Texture: Fade's fur is unusually soft and silky, it is perhaps the softest fur you will ever feel despite how rough it looks. It does't look as if it would be soft and silky but it is, even the parts that stick up and odd angles.
Coloration: Fade's fur is of a multitude of grey coloration. His paws and belly are pure white along with a streak on his face. The rest oh him slowly grows darker towards the top where he harbors tabby markings. The dark markings are on his face, shoulders, and his hind legs. They are lacking on his tail and neck though giving him an odd look. He also has the unusual marking of a white stripe that goes from one side of him all the way to the other. It twists and curves a bit but it seems to separate his pelt into two.
Cleanliness: His fur isn't often covered in dirt and grim however it is often ragged and jutting out from his form, refusing to stay flat against his body. It also likes to get tangled so it's safe to say he doesn't have the cleanest looking fur.
Breed: Oriental short hair, Siberian, Bombay, American longhair, Other
Claws: Sharp and pointy with a jagged bottom. One of his habits to deal with his irritation and sudden anger flashes is to strike his claws on stone. This has broken and shattered the bottom of them making them unusual and a rather odd feature. This only applies to his front paws, his back claws are normal and average, if a bit longer than normal.
Teeth: A silver coloration and are about average.
Eyes: Perhaps the oddest feature of his but his right eye is of a striking red coloration, almost looking like blood and as if it could pierce your soul. His left eye is of a mossy green coloration. Each one glows like orbs and can pierce almost any darkness, seemingly as though they were glowing. It can be unnerving when he is looking at you with his mismatching eyes due to their oddity but he is fond of them. Even though they had caused him pain in the past.
Build: Fade is of a skinny and long build. If it weren't for all his fluff and fur you would be able to see his rib cage as he hardly eats enough. He has strong limbs although lacks any real strength in them. If fighting him he isn't built to endure alot of attacks nor give many, however he is built for quick and precise blows.
Height: He is slightly taller than average but not unusually so
Scars:--
Multitude across his right eye
Received from his mother who considered his eye a curse and wanted it gone.
Two along back
From a fox attack.
Apparel:
He wears a glove studded with 9 Emeralds made from mouse fur and skin. He had it made for him by a crafter apprentice as he wanted to give them some experience. The cat he chose had no idea what they were doing and used a mineral water to glue the pieces together. Placing it in the water, then letting it dry made the skin and fur stiff and hard. Now this wasn't there only mistake when building this for him. They wanted to get it to fit his paw 'perfectly.' What does this mean? Keeping it on his paw while it was drying and in the water. They hadn't expected the result but the glove has become glued to his paw. He can't remove it or take it off so he is and will be eternally grateful that they had it fitted right and it wasn't uncomfortable. He keeps this glove perfectly clean as it is of a color matching is pelt and has, quite literally, become a part of him.
Scent: Lavender
Voice: His voice is soft and sweet a silky sound that flows with ease from his tongue. It gives a feeling of calmness and could probably make a lady swoon at the sound of it. No-one is quite sure where this oddity came from, but he finds himself speaking with a slight accent. ((think Zevran from Dragon age, only less prominent.))
Habits:
- He strikes his claws against rocks in irritation
- His tail is often swinging back and forth
- Builds flower crowns and wears them atop his head for all to see
- Sings at night and in the mornings
- Softly hums when in thought.
- When Nervous his tail thumps the ground roughly, making a loud sound.
- Calls everyone darling, love, and dear.
- Carrying a flower with him to give to someone
Sensitive Spots (Watch out for these)
- Behind his ear
Fade just breaks down when this has contact with anything other than air. His whole body becomes limp and he purrs like no-ones business. This is almost like an automatic affection button. He will press against whatever touched behind his ear and just lean fully into whatever touched that spot or rubbed it or anything. Sometimes he will try to hide the effects however it always fails poorly and he breaks down in an affectionate and bliss filled mess.
Health: 60% ((although he's rather sickly and can get sick in a moments notice))
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Mental Information
Mental Stability: 69%
Belief in spirits/moon/tribe teachings: 3/5
"Well... I like to think there there and that what our entire tribe is based on is real but... I just have my doubts sometimes. It almost seems to amazing to be real in my mind if that makes sense. Don't mention this to Coal, he would have my tail in his den if he heard me say such things."
Mental Illness:
Bipolar
Mood Swings are always happening, they are unpredictable and he can be set off by the smallest of things. He switches from angry to happy to sad at a moments notice. Granted, he is trying to keep this under control so instead of coming off as full out angry in his mood swings he has... habits.
Thought Process: Imagine a giant castle with different rooms and passages and boxes inside. That is Fade's mine. When he wants to remember something he goes and, 'places' the thoughts somewhere. It might take him a minute to find the memory, but he hardly will ever forget it. So his thought process is basically having a giant map of memories inside his head. ((He can mentally walk through this castle if he wants.))
Thought Speed: He can process things with incredible speed if he wants to, although on average he will dwell on a thought and think about it in every possible way which makes him appear to think slowly.
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Personality
||Mood Swings||Sarcastic||Sweet/Kind||Protective||Vague||Stubborn||Good Nurtured||Lie Detector||Playful||Friendly||
Mood Swings - Chances are you have never met a cat whose mood changes as come as quickly and as Violently as Fade's. Mostly due to him having Bi-polarism ((dunno what to call it)) he experiences frequent mood swings that are simply out of his control. He can switch from a violent beast to a sweet and kind creature within seconds and at the drop of a dime. The smallest of things can set him off like a fire cracker but the smallest of things can also bring him back to the kind and sweet cat most know of him to be. you never truly know what sort of reaction you'll get with things from him but you can bet you'll get some sorta mood change.
Sarcastic - A trait from his youth that he has never quite managed to shake off. Fade has found himself making sarcastic comments here and there. They just, happen. He can't help them no matter how hard he tries. He usually does't mean any harm with his comments, in fact he often does it to keep in a light mood. Even if that only applies to him. He finds sarcasm amusing and as such is part of the reason why he uses it so often. Sometimes though, he will throw to many out. he would become a sarcastic comment machine of sorts and when this happens he can often be found to say rude or mean things to or about someone else. This though often only happens when he's in a bad mood.
Sweet/Kind - you may not expect this from someone with such an intimidating look but he is an absolute sweet heart on the inside. He is kind and caring towards others even if he has extreme difficulties with Sympathy. He tries to keep others happy and to make them feel at the top of the world although he realizes that sometimes this simply cannot be done. He almost becomes fatherly in a sense of how sweet he is and he just cannot help it. He is overly friendly to almost everyone he meets unless the situation arises needed for something else. You are guaranteed a sweet and loyal friend if you ever get close to the kind tom.
Protective - He is very protective of his faction and anyone to which he knows. if you are with him then he will make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you. Having him around is like having a guaranteed guardian all the time. After the guilt he felt of being unable to protect his father and mentor he makes sure that no one else would be hurt with him around. His protection of every one might go to the point of an obsession however if you really were to think about it it does more good than it would harm. He will back off on his protectiveness if someone asks of it as he knows he sometimes goes a bit overboard.
Vague - When talking Fade isn't known to be the most... Specific cat in the world. Often when complaining about another cat he will flat out refuse to say there name and only give whoever he's talking to a vague idea as to what the person even did. Mainly just letting you know that it made him grumpy. This can sometimes cause a problem when hes organizing things as he has a perfect idea in mind, but is a bit to vague for others to know what he is thinking. Often times when he gives out orders you just have to trust he knows what he's doing and go along with it, no matter how odd or how clueless you might be to his intentions. It isn't uncommon for him in the morning to stand atop a rock and call out this "You! the one wit the pretty face, your going with them. Run, there leaving!" To whoever he wants to go in a hunting group. No cat knows who he's talking about and often you have to guess based on his actions and where hes looking to even figure it out. He then becomes annoyed when cats don't know who he's talking to. Fade doesn't even know most of the time just how vague he is when talking to others.
Stubborn - Right off the bat when you are with Fade you should realize that if he is set on something, then he is set on something. If he doesn't want to talk about something then you won't be able to get him to talk about it as his stubbornness shall enlarge. If he believes in something then he shall believe it until the end, even if everything proves him wrong. His stubbornness though is also one of his strong suits, if there is something to which needs to be done he shall do it. He would be far to stubborn to say that he won't and that it's too difficult for him. He would work to finish what ever it is he was doing even if it means the dark tom would end up passing out from exhaustion.
Good Natured - Despite any hostilities that are often abounding between factions fade is very easy going and caring, even for the other factions. If a cat to which he doesnt know of comes onto land he might consider their territory and would be needed so as to survive he would probably try and get them to leave, he prefers to simply send them on their way with a warning, and avoid any blood shed. His good natured self though applies more towards his own Faction as oppose to others. He likes to make others more comfortable and will do everything in his powers to do so. Often his good natured characteristics might make him an easy target to take advantage of but it is highly not recommended. He is smarter than he may give off and is extremely observant. He would find out and his mood would snap in an instant from his good natured into a more violent one.
A cat lie detector- Being the highly observant cat Fade is he often finds himself to be acutely attuned to when others are lying to him. He can pick up a lie from a mile away and its almost impossible to slip one past him. He might not make mention of his noticing, in fact he hardly does. He sees no reason to call someone out on a lie unless it is on something huge and she he doesn't. However this also means if you have some plot in mind for him and lie about things he will know and the thought of you thinking you could make him do what it was you wanted could possibly infuriate him causing his mood swing to take action. You want to be careful when lying to Fade, you never know exactly how he will react.
Playful - Never having truly had a childhood Fade finds himself to be a very playful and childish cat, enjoying playing games and going along in fun ideas. His search for fun often can lead him into doing stupid things and having terrible ideas because 'It might be fun.' He has been trying to curve down his playful tendencies due to his becoming a Delegate however he has been having some issues. Sometimes while giving out orders and settling disputes he will do something to specifically get on a cats nerves because he finds doing so amusing. he also sometimes is incredibly vague on purpose so as to make the cats around him guess just what he wants. He often has a mischievous grin plastered on his face and has a small betting problem. He will often make bets with others as to the outcome of something. It wouldn't be uncommon to find this tom jumping out from a dark place to scare the living daylights out of someone, then laughing about it as he walks away. He is in general just a tom who enjoys having a good time. Now, his playfulness has a downside to it. That being that he has a bit of an issue being completely serious. It is something to which the tom struggles with immensely.
Friendly - Now, when I describe Fade as friendly, this is perhaps his most prominent trait and I assure you, he is more than just friendly. Friendly would be the understatement of the year in fact, he is the most friendliest bubbly non threatening guy you will ever meet. His friendliness is over board, absolutely unimaginable. He is friendly to everyone and anyone he meets and finds it almost impossible to play the bad guy being so friendly. ((Unless his mood swing kicks in, in which case he can't help but be the devil.)) It's often a bit unnerving how friendly he is and it also causes him to throw out compliments in a conversation. A lot. He could probably have an entire one sided conversation with someone purely with him giving out compliments, it's rather odd. Sometimes his over friendly demeanor can give others the impression that he is planning something or he wants something but he really isn't and doesn't. He is simply a friendly cat. This is both a good and a bad thing with Fadee, and cannot be considered purely one or the other.
Romantic - He is a romantic, always dreaming of love and coming up with ideas for lovey dovery type of things. He finds himself to be a bit overly romantic although he doesn't show this side to everyone, only if he's in the mood or you know him well. Due to his affectionate side it truly would not be uncommon for him to walk up to you and do something semi romantic. Wether that be giving you a rose or a different type of flower or asking you to go and watch the sun set with him. He is just a romantic sorta guy and will lavish anyone and everyone with love if it is so desired.
Extra-||Insomniac||Finds morbid things Amusing||Lacks Paternal Instincts||Wordy||Silly||Childish||Weary of Others|| Appears Calm even if Mess inside || Bitter ||Charming||Difficulty Sympathizing||Giving||Hopeless romantic||irritable||Silly||
To be Edited as Moons pass
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History
Kit-Hood:
*Fade's POV*
"You want to hear of my past? How unusual. Well, let us start at the beginning shall we? I was born to two Half Mooners, Alesle and Torak. They were good, well... Alright, maybe not. I can't claim my kit-hood was a good one, but it's what I had so I'll just have to deal with it. Now, back to the story. When I was born there were 2 other kits in my litter, all healthy and energetic which was something I was not. When I was born I was on the verge of death, been told my breathing was shallow and a violent shiver had over taken my small form. There was little hope for me in truth, the shamans had believed that I would die within minutes but I am far too stubborn for that. i had fought whatever had taken over my small form and made me sick, oddly enough slowly getting better with the herbs the shamans had tried to force down my throat. I was weak for about a moon, and my eyes hadn't opened in that time. Everyone wasn't sure quite what was with me, I mean, a kit who didn't open his eyes for a moon? What's with that?
Anyways, that's beside the point. I almost wish I hadn't opened my eyes up until I became an apprentice in truth. When I finally managed to open my eyes there were startled gasps around me and shocked faces, not that I cared at the time, everything was so pretty. As I looked around I saw my mother, Alesle for the first time and she didn't look as kind as I had expected. Her face was distorted and she spat something. 'Demon.' I didn't know what it was at the time so I just ignored it, assuming it to be a word of... something. Now, my mother wasn't quite right in the head I'm afraid I must admit, something wasn't right up there at all. Either way, withing seconds of her spitting that word at me she lunged, tearing at my face. She was trying to remove my eye as I now realize. She thought it to be a curse, a bad luck charm. (She was rather superficial....) Believed that by me having it with my other eye a startling green I would only bring misfortune. I don't know much of what happened as I was still weak from the sickness at the time of this happening, but I remember pain. A searing pain across half of my face as she tried to tear it apart then nothing.
I had passed out shortly after her attack and other cat's had to pull her off me when that happened. My siblings were fearful of me after that, not understanding why mother was so vicious towards me. I wasn't allowed back into the nursery after that as everyone was weary as to how mother might react to my presence. So instead I got to spend time with shamans which truly wasn't that bad. There weren't as judgmental as Alesle seemed to be however I never did get close to any of them. So I suppose as a kit I was often on my own, not very good for my mental state I must say.. It was very lonely, and I was not happy during this time at all, I mean. I was a kit who was unwanted, dubbed a demon and eyed with uncertainty where ever he went. Who would enjoy that? Not me. The time to which I would become an apprentice grew nearer and nearer and that was perhaps the only thing that kept me longer.
I was naive at the time and had often sneaked out of the shamans den in order to try and get close to my family, I was always watching others and there reactions to family and had grown jealous. I still couldn't get into the nursery without Alesle throwing a fit, but if my sisters and brother were outside playing without her around I would always try and join. Never went well though, they would screech in terror and run away from my unusual appearance. As for my father though, Torak, he wasn't quite so harsh. He actually gave me a chance, and it was one I took without a second thought. I'll admit to you, we didn't get exceptionally close as most father/sons do, but it was alright. I would go bother him in the middle of the night. Don't say anything, because it's true despite how hard it is to believe. I was that kit who sneaked into Sentries den and woke everyone up for no reason. There's always one running around though isn't there?"
Apprenticeship: ((this is not friendly. If you don't like blood or gore best to miss this part))
"Ah my apprentice hood. Lovely time that, although my choosing of rank was a bit odd. So, to start with, I didn't care what I would become. I was a bitter bratty little kid at the time of this and was too stubborn to choose any rank. I was so stubborn to choose a rank that eventually the leader had to get involved in my choosing. The leader at the time didn't want me to be in something that I was not suited for so he wanted to know me a little. It was awesome. I had a leader as a friend, of course though I still didn't tell him what I wanted to be. I can remember, one time I was walking with him and learning about leader stuff which was truly fascinating to me at the time. (Yes, I would just follow him around while he did his leader things.) But he stopped for a moment and asked what I wanted to be once more. My response? "You know, I've been thinking about that and I've come to a conclusion. I want to be an Au Pair." Those were my exact words, truly they were. I got him to crack up with that I did. Well, anyways. After that he came to the conclusion that I would best be suited to be a sentry, with my fiery personality and stubbornness. It's what he thought would suit me, and you want to know something? I think he was right.
Shortly after that conversation I the ceremony came and I received my mentor, a sweet and kind and far too innocent she-cat. Shika, you would never expect her to be a sentry, truly you wouldn't. She was bubbly and kind, seemed as if she could never harm a butterfly let alone fight but I swear. When she was fighting she was down right brutal and vicious. She didn't care about my eyes, how my one red eye was so odd and unusual. Even a bit unnerving. She was perhaps one of the best cat's I had ever met. Her training was good for me, it was difficult. Far more than I had expected it to be but it made me a better cat. I wasn't a great fighter like she was, in fact. Let's be honest here, I was downright terrible. I was still rather a sickly kid, not much strength but she pushed me through that and I found my strength. Which wasn't strength, tactics. I was a good tactical fighter who could use speed and a few well aimed blows as oppose to the blunt fighting that Shika would use. I could plan advanced battle plans withing seconds, something that would stun Shika each time. To her that made up for my lack of strength.
Now, as i'm sure many of you know but me and my family were never truly close. There was my father who I would bug sometimes, but that was about all that I would interact with him and that became less and less as i trained. My mother never came to like me, always thinking me to be a demon and the belief of me being bad luck was constant in her mind. She hated seeing when I would bother Torak, thinking that I was infecting him. Cursing him, changing him into something like me. I remember, one day near the end of my training. I was deadly by this point in time, quick and silent, a thoughtful fighter. But one day I remember bothering Torak and practically forcing him to join me and Shika one day for a training session. I wanted to see if I could handle two opponents at once as I was rather arrogant at the time. Either way, Alesle saw him leaving with me and my mentor and I think something in her snapped. She was convinced that I had infected him, turned him and Shika into demons along side me. She followed.
We were off in a small clearing and I remember fighting both Torak and Shika, no claws of course. Torak was slow in his fighting while Shika was nimble, causing things to be more difficult that I had first anticipated. Alesle watched from behind a bush, her scent covered by the scent of herbs. She was a hunter however her mother had been a sentry and taught her to fight. It's all a blur but she rushed out, attacking Shika, me, and Torak. Torak was stunned by the fighting of Alesle and how viciously she attacked. I was horrified and stunned in place, well, actually I could back up a few paces. The only one of the three of us who wasn't frozen in place was Shika who fought back. Trying to protect me, her apprentice. The fighting between the two was loud and I have no doubts that the camp had heard as we weren't that far away. Alesle was a dirty fighter, unlike Shika who fought honorably. It was a lucky blow, I remember it clearly. Three claws across the throat and she dropped. Dead. I saw the life ebb away from her eyes, Alesle had killed Shika. She had killed Shika. Bleeding out on the ground I could feel my anger snap into existence, I always had this problem. My emotions were like a roller coaster they truly were but something had snapped right there. I went to attack her, to avenge Shika, my mentor, and the cat who I truly could consider a mother. Not this creature who was considered my mother.
Before I could lung forward she switched targets and went after Torak, his movements were slow and he was still in shock at watching his beloved mate kill in front of his eyes. He didn't last a second. She got a bite in his throat and the blood gushed from his wound. He too dropped dead. It was at this time that others began to arrive, horrified by the sight of Alesle with Toraks throat in her mouth and Shika's still warm body dead on the ground. My mothers eyes were crazed and they slowly turned towards me. Her pupils narrowed slits and the intent clear in her gaze. She wanted to kill me. I didn't hesitate in my next action. She was no mother of mine. She was no cat. She was a threat, a dangerous threat who would kill all in the faction. My movements were swift and unexpected, claws scraped at her eyes, gouging them out of her demonic head. My claws had practically tore her face in half and the blood that came from her wound. It was horrifying. My blood lust died down and I looked at the broken form of my mother who was screeching in pain before backing away. I know a single thought was occupying my mind, what had I done? There are no words to describe how disgusted I was by my actions.
When I got back to camp I was a shell of who I was. I just saw my father killed, my mentor, and I was a whisker away from killing my own mother, no. That's a lie, she did die. The wound my blow inflicted killed the she-cat only adding to my guilt. I was given a new mentor however I never got close to him. I was distant and snappy, refusing to fight. Thankfully though, he was patient and guided me through my pains. My training went on for a moon longer than was expected due to my snippy self however eventually I was made a full sentry. It was at the moment of my ceremony that I snapped out of my daze. I had realized as cat's chanted my name that my bitterness and snapping did no justice to those who were killed that day. I wasn't honoring those who had died with my actions, I wasn't doing anything of the sort. Raising my chin up high into the air a new determination had found it's way into me. I was going to be the best sentry there was, and I was going to do Shika proud."
Sentry
"As a full sentry I found myself more light hearted, more friendly and kind and thoughtful than before. I had basically put up a barrier to my past, this was a new start and I was going to revel in it. Others noticed this change in me and I found myself becoming more popular and even having a few friends. It was truly amazing to me and my life was growing steadily better. I found myself singing a lot more and becoming a peaceful being as oppose to the violent one of my youth. In fact, I even began my habit of flower crowns at this time. Life was good for me and I loved my duty as a sentry. I was one of the most common to be perched up on a rock while the rest slept, silently guarding the camp... well, maybe not so silently. On the nights to which I would guard the camp or keep the other guard company I would always find myself singing a soft tune, it started out a bit rough and scratchy as I never sang before. But soon enough my voice changed and the words flowed like silk. Let's all admit it, i'm an amazing singer.
I think I was only a sentry for a moon or two before I found myself with an apprentice. Vysio. She was an... odd, cat to say the least. Slept alot she did. i'm not sure quite what it was with her, nor why she would even consider becoming a sentry. You might now be understanding of my meaning when I say slept alot, I mean she fell asleep at every possible moment and would stay so for hours. Sometimes in the middle of training her eyes would close in the middle of a blow and she would... drift off. It was a real challenge training her with her episodes of sleep but you know, she was in truth a good fighter when the need arose. If she was awake for it anyways... Despite how irritated I would get with her for her sleeping episodes she always managed to keep a light mood and when she was awake was always tending to other cats. I didn't miss this of her. She was a caring little kitten and I felt it was a shame for her to spend her life being a sentry when in truth she wouldn't be able to ever reach her full potential with it. I feel guilt still for my actions but it had to be done, she wouldn't make a good sentry. She was too sweet to hurt another cat if the need arose and it pained me to think of her hurting someone. I was fond of her, she was almost like family in truth and I adored the time I spent with her while awake. Sometimes even when she was asleep and I had to lift her onto my back to bring her back to camp.
Now that's not what your interested in. You might be wondering what it was I did? Well, I was bluntly honest and had hurt her poor little heart. Were still close even after it, but I had shattered her dreams and nothing, not even killing my mother hurt me more. I brought her out one day and asked her about her choice to become a sentry, she was so determined. She wanted it, she did she truly did. Not a flicker of doubt in her sweet mind about this choice. It pains me to remember so I'll make this brief. I told her the truth, I told her how with her episodes it was unlikely that she would ever truly make a sentry. The pain in her eyes when I said that, I can remember it so clearly. Continuing on I told her about what I thought and told her all the things that made her special. I wanted to see her eyes glow with the warm they did so instead of staying on why she wouldn't make a good sentry I switched tactics and told her instead about why she would make a better crafter or Au Pair. With all the praise I had given her eyes did return the glow as before and after almost an hour of sweet talking with her she grudgingly saw my point and agreed. Not long after she switched her rank, instead becoming an Au Pair and helping all the nursing she-cats. She is still one to this day and I think she loves her job now. Far more than she would have being a sentry. I still talk to her often and share prey with her, there's warmth between us which I am grateful for. I can still occasionally see the pain of my decision in her eyes but I know my choice was for the best. My sleep prone little Vysio was a better Au pair than I would even have expected.
After the loss of sweet little Vysio I found myself wandering around alone at night more and more. I didn't usually stray to far from camp in case something were to happen, a choice to which would save my life. It was a dark night, the stars were dim and the moon covered, I should have known something bad would happen but I ignored the warnings. My eyesight isn't the best as you can probably guess so I didn't notice the rustling of dark bushes next to me. I was a bit late in noticing but a loud snarl sounded from behind me and I felt a paw on my back, pushing me down. A loud screech escaped me, one that a sentry would give as warning. Its claw's raked down my back as i twisted around beneath it, managing to push its paw off I bolted forward. I had a fox on my tail, literally. Giving chase the creature ran after me and it was faster, while I was swift and nimble I wasn't fox swift and nimble. Turning around once I came to the conclusion I couldn't beat it a low snarl built in my throat as I faced my attacker. I was lucky here, I was still close to camp and my screech had woken many up so i wasn't facing it for long when other cats burst from the bush. There were about 5 of us attacking the fox and we managed to drive it off and away although the wound along my back was deep and I had to go visit the shamans shortly after. Now that I think of it this should have been expected. Getting attacked by a fox would result in one going to visit the shamans wouldn't it?
I was restless while my wound was healing, constantly pacing around in the small den, much to the distaste of the shamans who finally sent me out so as to stop bothering their other patients. It was like heaven when I got out, the fresh air, the darkness and dampness of the cave. Oh how i love it. It took some time but eventually my wound had healed, leaving me with two deeps scars along my back but I don't mind, they match those around my red eye so now I feel as if the scars there are less prominent."
Delegate:
" The fox attack didn't happen long before a moment came that changed my life. It wasn't something I was expecting, it was something I was in fact thinking would never happen. To think, me a delegate. Odd thought isnt' it? But alas I became one. It was an honor to me becoming a delegate although the work of one is something far beyond what I had originally expected. It's weird training under a mentor type of figure again, but I don't mind. It means that I get to take care of my faction even more than I could have as a Sentry. I can't say I'm sure as to where my life will go with this change but I hope it will be well. A few cat's disapprove of my rank rise as they consider me silly and not serious enough for the job. But I beg to differ, sure I'll toss out orders in a vague way while wearing a silly flower crown atop my head, but I will do my job the best I can. And I shall prove them all wrong, I shall keep doing Shika justice."
MORE TO BE ADDED AS RP'D AND EVENTS HAPPEN
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Sexual Information
Orientation: Straight
Mate: None
Crushes: None
Severe Crushes: None
Activity: Virgin
Turn Ons:
- Kind
- Non judgmental
- Builds flower crowns or lets him make them for them
- either really dark or really light fur
- Solid coloration
Turn Offs:
- Really complicated pelts
- rude
- Violent
- Judgmental
- Harsh
Looking For: A lasting, loving relationship where he won't get hurt anymore.
Thoughts on kits: "Scary. They are scary things! Please keep someone in between me and them... I don't really want any for myself."
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Extra Information
Likes:
- Flowers
- Soft things
- His single glove
- Opal
- Stars
- Singing
- Games
Dislikes:
- Unneeded violence
- Kits
- Overly superficial cats
- Being overly serious
Quirks:
- He builds flower crowns often and can often be found with a red one atop his head. Of course though, he doesn't wear these when in serious matters as its hard to take him seriously, but you can sometimes find him giving out morning patrols with it atop his head.
- Always keeps someone in between him and kits. They freak him out and make him highly, highly uncomfortable.
- Due to his insomniac nature he will always find himself being the first one up and asleep last.
- He is like the factions alarm clock. Seriously, every morning he will go onto the highest perch of the camp and sing. Yes, sing a song to wake everyone up for the day. Its a soothing way to wake up as its always a soft sound. If he's also on guard duty at night or in camp unable to sleep his soft voice can be heard as you drift off into sleep.
- Will sing. A lot.
- Don't give him catnip ever. He has a low low low tolerance and will go hysterical. ((Although it's amusing to watch))
- Has an extensive knowledge of flowers. He hung out with a crafter for awhile who was obsessed with them and it sorta rubbed off on him
- He has times where he comes off as a crafter instead of a sentry
Favorites:
Color Green
Prey Bats. ((Especially those wings. Yum yum yum)
Scent Just after a rain
Cat Shika (NPC)
Stone He actually really likes Opal's more than Emerald though he claims to like emerald more.
Place In a tree.
Thing to do Build flower crowns. ((A sentry Delegate with a habit of making flower crowns, who woulda guessed?))
Weather Rain
Time Dusk/Twilight
Season Fall.
Fears:
- Kits
- Heights (or more specifically falling)
- Killing someone again
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Relationships
Crush || Love || Mate
fear || Great Fear || Down right terrified of
dislike || Hate || Wants Dead
Friend || Good Friend || Best Friend
Uncertain || Unease || Leaning towards dislike
Curious of || Intrigued by
Respect || Seeks Guidance From
Acquaintance || Family || Mentor/Apprentice
Name||Faction||Sign||RolePlayer|| Bullets||Thoughts
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RP Example
A smile grew as the lightning danced around the she-cat and her small blackbird, there was no-one around, she had Cyril, and there was lightning everywhere. Something to which could never cease to lighten the she-cats mood. She brought some of the sparks down closer to her, making them dance around her instead of the sky. Now while being so close to the life threatening bolts of energy might set others on edge she loved it, and her love was shared by her little Cyril. Together they just laid there, ignoring the rain and focusing instead on the beauty that electricity could bring.
She went to go and press her head against the dark side of her feathery companion however when she began to try he made loud squawks of irritation. Glancing over her shoulder she saw what was making her anti-social friend so irritable. There was another cat. Looking at her. With emerald eyes. At her. Her brown fur raised slightly and for a moment all her lightning snapped out of existence, bathing the two of them in a small darkness. A few streaks slowly came back to as she stared at the cat who had found her. What was she suppose to do? Bunching her legs up form under her she prepared to bolt, to run for dear life from this tom. She didn't know what he wanted, what if he wanted to hurt her or something along those lines? In all honesty and if she were to really think about it the crafter didn't care what he wanted, she just wanted to get away. She was just about to bolt like the lightning she commanded when something about him caught her attention. Were those... tufts? on his ears? All her movements froze and she stared at them for a good moment. Much to the distaste of Cyril who believed she should simply run now and save them all the trouble of whatever might come of her next action.
Glancing down at a spot in front of her, then back at the tom she took a hesitant hop forward. The limp in her hind leg clear as day. Landing at the spot she previously looked at she hesitantly repeated the action, clearly weary of any movement the silver tabby tom could possibly make. She was ready to bolt at any movement as was clear saying as how she would give a small hop to the side at some unusual shadow in the bushes beside her and completely freezing until she was sure nothing would pop out at her. As she continued her slow advance towards the tom Cyril left in a small flurry of feathers. Clearly not liking going near another cat.
Now only a few tail lengths away from the tom her nerves were higher than when she was laying by the tree. A loud noise sounded behind her of a tree cracking. That sent the she-cat bolting forward, due to the fact that the tom was taller than her she went right through his legs, the top of her fluffy back only just grazing his belly. Safely with him in between her and whatever made the noise she glanced past him to see what ever possibly wanted to kill her. However as usual it was only a branch withering under the constant downpour. She was a little shocked at how quickly she went near him and used him as a shield but that thought quickly vanished when those tufts of fur caught her attention again. Her original goal coming back in mind she pulled backwards slightly, raised onto her hind legs, and swatted. Her fluffy paw making contact against the tufts of fur that seemed to stick up, almost begging for her to swat at them.
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Trivia
Fade is 77% based on me. The only differences being a) Hes a dude. Im not, and b) The history. The rest is all the same as me pretty much ((altered slightly though to fit the place he lives)) I do have the issue with little little kids and babies. (which corresponds to kits) They freak me out... I have no paternal instinct what so ever xD The other difference is the eyes. I have the green eye, yes. But my other eye is blue, not red like
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Comments: 22
((Why have I slowly began to ship Javi and Fade...?))
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( I have no idea. You can ship em if you want but the chances of the ship ever sailing are pretty slim~ ))
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((yeah, that's what I thought, but ah, the fuffy babbuss.....))
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Oh, yay! Fade looks so cool! What a interesting looking delegate.. I like him!
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No problem. I kinda gotta love him, he is my faction's delegate, after all..
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True, true, he is that. Although it might be interesting if someone in the faction had a bone to pick with him
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Oh, like Coal? Or some lower rank?
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Either or, lol, a leader and a delegate who don't like each other XD, that would be interesting.
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Very, very interesting... ((Oh, God. That faction would get nothing done at all.. XD))
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((Nope, absolutely nothing. you would just hear arguing all day long as everyone went around and did who knows what))
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((I may have to use this for a story..))
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This is great! You always have the best characters ever x'D
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Thank you so much!! ((although I'm not sure there the best, there are probably millions better))
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Anytime! ((Naahhh, they're the best. In my opinion owo))
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((PFt, your too nice, seriously.))
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GOSH LOOK AT THIS CUTIE OH NO♥︎♥︎
Your characters are always so unique, I love this guy oh gosh- I can't wait to read more of him♥︎♥︎ AND HIS ACCESSORY IS JUST SIMPLE GORGEOUS EEEP♥︎♥︎ //////// I'm in love with his pelt, it looks so fluffy I just adore it♥︎♥︎ The eyes too! Gosh, they look so magical♥︎♥︎
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THANK YOU SO MUCH! Gosh my face is on fire over here. I'm glad you like him, I wasnt sure of him at the start so to hear your excited is reassuring ^_^ AND ISNT IT? I SPENT HOURS ON THAT THING IF YOU CAN BELIEVE IT! (not fancy, but I had twenty difference Accessories that I made XD)) He's my fluffy baby boy, and yes, I agree with the eyes. I love his mis matching eyes that are so close yet different than my own mis matchy ones. I was going to have the green one blue but I wanted it to match his glove so it became a green eye.
Just realized this, but if your guy becomes prophet and Mine the Delegate, your guy will have to temporarily mentor him XD That would be interesting wouldnt it
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NO PROBLEM♥♥ ;U; Good, good♥♥ I LOVE HIM, he's the most cutest and his personality just ahhh!! He's just the perfect boy aaahhh /////♥♥♥ I CAN SEE THAT YOU SPEND TIME WITH HIM, HE'S SO PERFECT GOSH- IT'S TOTALLY WORTH THE PAIN ;///v///;♥♥♥♥ Yeees, Fade look so fluffy- I just want to cuddle him!♥ It does suit him so much, the eyes too~ You just make everything interesting aahhh ///♥♥
Hehehe, yes yes yes~ I can see it, but Sephtis would probably just pat Fade on the head whenever he did a great job pfff ♥
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You know, he would probably be one of the few cats here who would be 100% alright with some random creature coming up to him and cuddling him so go right ahead, he would love you forever. And thank you so much, seriously. (You know though, Sephtis. I think he would tie with how adorable and loveable Fade is.) Pfftt, mine are only semi interesting, you could (and do) make far more interesting characters.
that would probably make him happy to get patted on the head for whatever reason. (oh man, i could see Sephtis patting him on the head and catching the spot behind his ear. Fade would just lose all dignity and become so affectionate at that single moment. It would be the best thing ever (not sure if Sephtis would like the suddenly affectionate and limp Delegate though lol))
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Ah, really? /// Then I would cuddle him forever, I just love cuddly cats! Auuf /// Even if I'm allergic to them *CRAIS*♥︎ No problem♥︎♥︎ Your designs are always so beautiful along with the information♥︎ Gooosh, /// Blushing over here ahf, thank you so much ///7///♥︎♥︎♥︎ But you also make so many interesting character don't say like that shhh♥︎♥︎ They always stands out and they always seemed so developed♥︎ I just love that ;;;
Hahah oh my, I think Sephtis wouldn't enjoy that hahha. He won't like having a Delegate like him being so affectionate all of the sudden- especially when he knows that he's the future leader.
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