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   I D E N T I T Y

N A M E
Haven Name: Shellpaw

Nickname: Shell, Shelby

A G E
Current Age: 2.1 years [4.2 pc]

Birthday: 2 Years 1 Month PC

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

Sexual Orientation: Sapphic questioning

Relationship Status: Curious

H E R I T A G E
Breed: Shorthair

Ancestral Affiliation: Kittypet

Origin: Calamity Born (Tyrant Cave) - Arrived in haven 2.4 PC

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

Auma Appearance: Ribbons of teal that wisp and spiral inwards like water, small sparkles/bubbles as accent marks like seafoam

Character Slot: Primary

    P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Summary:

Personality Traits:
{ Curious }
Having lived in the tyrant cave her entire life, Shell is incredibly curious and adventurous about the world around her paws. The drab and same-ness of the cave she grew up in pushed her to discover new things about the world after their escape, enamored by the difference and tiny details of her surroundings, she's constantly looking for new things to discover and understand. She's not afraid to walk up and ask a hundred questions about you, the world, the color of the sky, etc. A huge fan of that game of 'why?' You may need to chase her off to get her to stop. This tenacity for discovery may lead her into a few dangerous situations as she gets older, but for now she's satisfied with pestering other haveners about themselves and the world around her.
{ Feisty }
She's always been a little bit spunky and aggressive. Feeling as though she had to force her way through the rest of the kittens in the cave to get what she wants. It was only met with disaster back then, but having only been alive for a few months she still hasn't quite been trained out of the behavior just yet. Shell is easily frustrated, and always demanding. Protective over things she decides are hers she's tentative to let others get close to her if she's unfamiliar with them or they surprise her. You'll see her on HER terms and her terms only! Her tiny body doesn't seem to stop her from her big dreams and outlandish requests, she'll swipe at your feet, bat at your face, hiss directly in your ears and scamper off until she feels like she's in control of the situation.
{ Self-Centered }
Despite her lack of knowledge of the world around her, once she's got her mind set on an idea about how things are- she'll stick with it like it's right. Even if it isn't. She walks through life as though she knows exactly what she's doing, even if she doesn't let you see her do it. She has a strange feeling like she's very important, more so than any other cat. if you ask her why she thinks this, she might just respond with "Because I'm me!" This tendency to call herself "me" and constantly talk about her point of view and ideas, gave her the nickname "Mi" by the other kittens in the tyrant cave, specifically her litter mates. She craves attention and wants to prove herself worthy of it by surviving, becoming stronger. I HAVE to be strong, I AM important, I'm not going to let anything stop me from being me!
{ Outspoken }
Not particularly aware of the social norms, Shell will speak her mind no matter what's on it. Demanding things, pointing out flaws in other cats, refusing to do something she doesn't like. If it's a thought she has, she'll say it out loud without thinking about who's around to hear it and what trouble that might get her in. She's not necessarily outgoing, in fact she's rather cautious on who she approaches, but if she's in a crowd of cats she'll make it known what's on her mind even if nobody asked her opinion. Being raised in a hoard of mewling kittens does that to you.Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

A P P E A R A N C E
Looks: Shell has a very round head with quite short, thick fur. The only obvious markings she has are two darker brown splotches on either side of her head, as well as her dark tail to match. There are small speckles of color dappled across her coat, nose, and fore paws. Other than that she is completely cream, almost white. Her large green eyes are quite round, similar to the look of a Scottish fold. Her ears are small but not bent inwards like the infamous trait of the breed that seems to suggest itself in her appearance.

Build: So far she's an average build for a kitten, a little on the small side- her head is a lot bigger than the rest of her body and she struggles to maintain her balance from time to time.

Scars and Disabilities: Currently showing symptoms of flowers budding on her pelt from drinking and continuing to drink the golden sap from the siege of haven.

Accessories: None yet

M I N D - S E T
Habits: Likes to run, swim, do other physical activities for fun, collects seashells.

Fears: Dying, Starving, Being chased, being watched, Being Eaten alive.

Dreams/Goals: To Achieve that thing she's so important for, to become the best seeker of haven

Beliefs: "I'm important because I'm me!"

Physical Health - 80%

Emotional Health - 75%

R E L A T I O N S H I P S TBA

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

R A N K
Profession: Espion Apprentice

Current Auma Score: 38

Mentor: Skinner

Past Mentors: Marshtail, Pebblepath, Marloan, Endura, Marina, Duskfire, Snowrose,

P O W E R S
Power Class: Psychic >power chart link

SK I L L S
>Skill chart link
A B I L I T I E S
Literacy
E Q U I P M E N T
>inventory link

   H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S ((needs update))
Parents:
{ Missy | Female | Kittypet | Living | Brayd-Gerard }"Mamma's not very nice, she doesn't like to pay attention to me and won't listen when I ask for things!!" ...I wish she would see how important I am. "I'll prove it to her that I'm worth her attention!"{ Unkown | Male | Unknown }"Huh?"

Litter-mates:
{ Vulturekit | Gender | Kit | Living | Rowan-Falls }"Max is great! big and loud and we have nice talks. Pays more attention to Rae than me, though. I don't know why."
{ Brightkit | Female | Kit | Living | Lady-Vixin }"Rae always hung out with Max more than me, I only ever talked to her sometimes."{ Snifflekit | Male | Kit | Living | NPC }"Oh him? He sneezed on me once, I hit him in the nose in return. Maybe that'll stop the sniffles!"{ Smudgekit | Male | Kit | Living | NPC }"I love to cuddle with smudge!! His fur is so soft he makes a great pillow for me!"Half-Siblings:
{   }

B A C K S T O R Y
{ Outrun The Nightmares }
Born in the Tyrant's lair. A cave for prisoners, used purely to hold them captive to succumb to nightmares when they sleep. Nightmares to feed this malicious ashen's insatiable desire for pain, suffering, and fear.
This is all she knew. Sleeping, chasing, running, watching, they're trying to get you, you have to get away, you have to get away. Her pitiful wailing lost in the fitful nightmares of the rest of the kittens huddled together in the cave. There was no comfort for her here, they were all suffering.

Time passed, it became the norm. Her heart raced every time she woke from sleeping, the chasing nightmares the watching eye she couldn't outrun no matter how hard she tried. She had to train. She had to run.
Bumbling, stumbling over her litter mates, demanding attention, demanding food, she had to run. She had to outrun the chasing. That was the secret to solving the nightmares! It had to be..

So became the rhythm. Sleep, dream, run, run. You're being chased, run faster, run harder, they're getting you, they're catching up to you, you have to get away, you have to get away. Eyes open, cry for help, there is no answer. It is lost in the many voices. Push harder, demand further, look for comfort? There is no answer. Everyone has one they like better than you, you're not important. Sleep, dream, run, run. You're being chased, Run even faster, you can't let them get you. They're catching up, you have to get away, you have to get away.
But she never could get away.
Wake from sleeping, demand food, demand attention, you're important, you're worth it. You can survive, if you can run. Laps, around and around the cave. Run. You have to be strong. You have to outrun them, that's how you get away. You have to get away.

{ A Smack of Sense. }

She had her routine established. Goals, clearly laid out in her mind. Train to outrun the monsters in your dreams, that's how you get away. She was SURE of it! So certain that if she just tried hard enough, things would change, But... Things weren't going so well in the cave. She was constantly being neglected despite her demands, her mother didn't seem to care. She favored OTHER kittens instead of herself, "What about me??" She cried, pushing one of the kittens away as hard as she could. Sure there were other mouths to feed, but I'm me! pay attention to me!!

It didn't work, it never worked. She felt useless, her habitual attempts at running the cave didn't seem to make any progress, her pursuit for attention via demands didn't work either, she had to switch up her strategy. Watching, waiting, observing. So talking didn't work, how about not talking at all? Her big saucer eyes just, stared- directly at Missy. Hoping by just sheer willpower alone she could FORCE her to pay attention. She was behaving! She wasn't being mean to her other siblings either! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!

The little kit couldn't hold back her frustration, leaping forward towards Missy in a fit of emotion filled moxie. Claws extended, She hissed. She tried to swipe and her tiny kitten teeth found a home in Missy's foreleg. It didn't even last a second before She found herself backhanded and tossed aside like a little plaything.

Missy backhanded her away with a sudden hiss, eyes narrowing. The claws didn't do much to the adult cat. Her other children who loved her leapt to her defense, hurling insults towards the kit that dared threaten their caregiver.

"I'll show you what it's like not to be loved, ungrateful one," The dame replied, turning away. "Don't strike me again, though. The spiders are hungry."

The tiny kit felt her head spinning with the smack, it didn't hurt too badly but it was enough to startle her. Shake her senses. Remind her that things were real. She'd been through so much torment in her dreams she never expected anything to come from her actions, consequences? pain? It was unfamiliar, it was startling.

She gathered herself, ignoring the rest of the kittens that were doing nothing but hissing and spitting insults, she raised her voice to squeak out over their chattering and hissed back at her mother. "Why don't you care about me!" There was a pause in the older dame's movement, a shift in her stance as her eyes narrowed. "You’re food for the Tyrant. Why would I care about a snack that’s trying to take my food, and attention away from its betters?"
The kit felt her heart swell and crash like a wave. Crushing under the raw emotional sting of those words. The attention she was given, albeit negative.. It was something. from her mother. It pushed her to retort again in a mighty, anger filled yowl. "Why aren't YOU food!"

"Because I make food." Came the reply.

{ An Escape }
The days that followed the incident were rough. Her nightmares continued, she stopped demanding things from her mother who wouldn't listen, and stuck to the cats she knew.
She hung around her littermates mostly, but she secluded herself. Still trying to run, still trying to get away, but it was harder now. Harder that her mother wouldn't pay attention, or even let her have food. She was afraid of the spiders, she had seen them take cats. She didn't want to be eaten. She wanted to get away, but there was nowhere to get away to.

She claimed the name 'Food' as her own. Claiming she had been granted it by her mother, attempting to make other cats jealous. Jealous of her attention from her mother, jealous that she had been granted a name. Somehow better than the names that her her litter mates had taken of cats that weren't around anymore. She was upset there wasn't one for her too. She wanted to be important, No, she WAS important. She was Food! You have to eat food to live, and that was.. Important? the tiny kit shivered at the thought. She didn't want to be eaten. Sometimes in her nightmares she would be cased and caught and... She didn't like it. but Food, was what her mother had called her. The other kits talked sense back into her, and reminded her she wasn't Food, she was Mi. And Mi was important! Just like she always had said.

It helped, having at least one or two cats that knew she was special. But that didn't help the nightmares. She was starting to loose hope when things... changed.
Unfamiliar, strong, BIG cats arrived in the cave. There was no longer a routine. There was, something else. These cats were hurt, and much much bigger than she had ever seen before. She was curious. She listened, waited, watched things unfold before her. They weren't going to be taken by the big spiders, they were going to escape. They were going to run.

Though she was tired and weak from lack of food. That won't stop her from running. She knew how to run. She knew how to get away.

And she did.

   E X T R A

S T A T S
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O T H E R
She absolutely loves swimming, and water. She enjoys collecting shiny objects and has a good knack for remembering what things are called and what they do if they interest her.

She has a bit of a problem pronouncing words correctly. It is unknown if this is due to a bigger problem, something she'll grow out of, or something that she was never taught to correct while growing up.

She doesn't like to admit it but she loves cuddling and snuggling with her siblings, especially when sleeping! Only fun to sleep if you're covered in the warm snugly fur of those you love

Obtaining her name and discovering the changes in the world re-sparked her worldview and bold personality from the disaster that followed being called 'food'. She wont let it happen again. She's smarter than that.

   O O C

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

Short response: Open

Mid-length response: Closed

Good god why are we writing novels?: Closed

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

Notes: Closed

Comments: Closed

Other: Closed

A V A I L A B I L I T Y
Time Zone: GMT -5
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

Shellkit © Purrlstar

Description

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

{{ Character Sheet || Power Chart || Familiar || Questing Sheet || Inventory }}

   I D E N T I T Y

N A M E
Haven Name: Shellpaw

Nickname: Shell, Shelby

A G E
Current Age: 2.1 years [4.2 pc]

Birthday: 2 Years 1 Month PC

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

Sexual Orientation: Sapphic questioning

Relationship Status: Curious

H E R I T A G E
Breed: Shorthair

Ancestral Affiliation: Kittypet

Origin: Calamity Born (Tyrant Cave) - Arrived in haven 2.4 PC

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

Auma Appearance: Ribbons of teal that wisp and spiral inwards like water, small sparkles/bubbles as accent marks like seafoam

Character Slot: Primary

    P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Summary:

Personality Traits:
{ Curious }
Having lived in the tyrant cave her entire life, Shell is incredibly curious and adventurous about the world around her paws. The drab and same-ness of the cave she grew up in pushed her to discover new things about the world after their escape, enamored by the difference and tiny details of her surroundings, she's constantly looking for new things to discover and understand. She's not afraid to walk up and ask a hundred questions about you, the world, the color of the sky, etc. A huge fan of that game of 'why?' You may need to chase her off to get her to stop. This tenacity for discovery may lead her into a few dangerous situations as she gets older, but for now she's satisfied with pestering other haveners about themselves and the world around her.
{ Feisty }
She's always been a little bit spunky and aggressive. Feeling as though she had to force her way through the rest of the kittens in the cave to get what she wants. It was only met with disaster back then, but having only been alive for a few months she still hasn't quite been trained out of the behavior just yet. Shell is easily frustrated, and always demanding. Protective over things she decides are hers she's tentative to let others get close to her if she's unfamiliar with them or they surprise her. You'll see her on HER terms and her terms only! Her tiny body doesn't seem to stop her from her big dreams and outlandish requests, she'll swipe at your feet, bat at your face, hiss directly in your ears and scamper off until she feels like she's in control of the situation.
{ Self-Centered }
Despite her lack of knowledge of the world around her, once she's got her mind set on an idea about how things are- she'll stick with it like it's right. Even if it isn't. She walks through life as though she knows exactly what she's doing, even if she doesn't let you see her do it. She has a strange feeling like she's very important, more so than any other cat. if you ask her why she thinks this, she might just respond with "Because I'm me!" This tendency to call herself "me" and constantly talk about her point of view and ideas, gave her the nickname "Mi" by the other kittens in the tyrant cave, specifically her litter mates. She craves attention and wants to prove herself worthy of it by surviving, becoming stronger. I HAVE to be strong, I AM important, I'm not going to let anything stop me from being me!
{ Outspoken }
Not particularly aware of the social norms, Shell will speak her mind no matter what's on it. Demanding things, pointing out flaws in other cats, refusing to do something she doesn't like. If it's a thought she has, she'll say it out loud without thinking about who's around to hear it and what trouble that might get her in. She's not necessarily outgoing, in fact she's rather cautious on who she approaches, but if she's in a crowd of cats she'll make it known what's on her mind even if nobody asked her opinion. Being raised in a hoard of mewling kittens does that to you.Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

A P P E A R A N C E
Looks: Shell has a very round head with quite short, thick fur. The only obvious markings she has are two darker brown splotches on either side of her head, as well as her dark tail to match. There are small speckles of color dappled across her coat, nose, and fore paws. Other than that she is completely cream, almost white. Her large green eyes are quite round, similar to the look of a Scottish fold. Her ears are small but not bent inwards like the infamous trait of the breed that seems to suggest itself in her appearance.

Build: So far she's an average build for a kitten, a little on the small side- her head is a lot bigger than the rest of her body and she struggles to maintain her balance from time to time.

Scars and Disabilities: Currently showing symptoms of flowers budding on her pelt from drinking and continuing to drink the golden sap from the siege of haven.

Accessories: None yet

M I N D - S E T
Habits: Likes to run, swim, do other physical activities for fun, collects seashells.

Fears: Dying, Starving, Being chased, being watched, Being Eaten alive.

Dreams/Goals: To Achieve that thing she's so important for, to become the best seeker of haven

Beliefs: "I'm important because I'm me!"

Physical Health - 80%

Emotional Health - 75%

R E L A T I O N S H I P S TBA

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

R A N K
Profession: Espion Apprentice

Current Auma Score: 38

Mentor: Skinner

Past Mentors: Marshtail, Pebblepath, Marloan, Endura, Marina, Duskfire, Snowrose,

P O W E R S
Power Class: Psychic >power chart link

SK I L L S
>Skill chart link
A B I L I T I E S
Literacy
E Q U I P M E N T
>inventory link

   H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S ((needs update))
Parents:
{ Missy | Female | Kittypet | Living | Brayd-Gerard }"Mamma's not very nice, she doesn't like to pay attention to me and won't listen when I ask for things!!" ...I wish she would see how important I am. "I'll prove it to her that I'm worth her attention!"{ Unkown | Male | Unknown }"Huh?"

Litter-mates:
{ Vulturekit | Gender | Kit | Living | Rowan-Falls }"Max is great! big and loud and we have nice talks. Pays more attention to Rae than me, though. I don't know why."
{ Brightkit | Female | Kit | Living | Lady-Vixin }"Rae always hung out with Max more than me, I only ever talked to her sometimes."{ Snifflekit | Male | Kit | Living | NPC }"Oh him? He sneezed on me once, I hit him in the nose in return. Maybe that'll stop the sniffles!"{ Smudgekit | Male | Kit | Living | NPC }"I love to cuddle with smudge!! His fur is so soft he makes a great pillow for me!"Half-Siblings:
{   }

B A C K S T O R Y
{ Outrun The Nightmares }
Born in the Tyrant's lair. A cave for prisoners, used purely to hold them captive to succumb to nightmares when they sleep. Nightmares to feed this malicious ashen's insatiable desire for pain, suffering, and fear.
This is all she knew. Sleeping, chasing, running, watching, they're trying to get you, you have to get away, you have to get away. Her pitiful wailing lost in the fitful nightmares of the rest of the kittens huddled together in the cave. There was no comfort for her here, they were all suffering.

Time passed, it became the norm. Her heart raced every time she woke from sleeping, the chasing nightmares the watching eye she couldn't outrun no matter how hard she tried. She had to train. She had to run.
Bumbling, stumbling over her litter mates, demanding attention, demanding food, she had to run. She had to outrun the chasing. That was the secret to solving the nightmares! It had to be..

So became the rhythm. Sleep, dream, run, run. You're being chased, run faster, run harder, they're getting you, they're catching up to you, you have to get away, you have to get away. Eyes open, cry for help, there is no answer. It is lost in the many voices. Push harder, demand further, look for comfort? There is no answer. Everyone has one they like better than you, you're not important. Sleep, dream, run, run. You're being chased, Run even faster, you can't let them get you. They're catching up, you have to get away, you have to get away.
But she never could get away.
Wake from sleeping, demand food, demand attention, you're important, you're worth it. You can survive, if you can run. Laps, around and around the cave. Run. You have to be strong. You have to outrun them, that's how you get away. You have to get away.

{ A Smack of Sense. }

She had her routine established. Goals, clearly laid out in her mind. Train to outrun the monsters in your dreams, that's how you get away. She was SURE of it! So certain that if she just tried hard enough, things would change, But... Things weren't going so well in the cave. She was constantly being neglected despite her demands, her mother didn't seem to care. She favored OTHER kittens instead of herself, "What about me??" She cried, pushing one of the kittens away as hard as she could. Sure there were other mouths to feed, but I'm me! pay attention to me!!

It didn't work, it never worked. She felt useless, her habitual attempts at running the cave didn't seem to make any progress, her pursuit for attention via demands didn't work either, she had to switch up her strategy. Watching, waiting, observing. So talking didn't work, how about not talking at all? Her big saucer eyes just, stared- directly at Missy. Hoping by just sheer willpower alone she could FORCE her to pay attention. She was behaving! She wasn't being mean to her other siblings either! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!

The little kit couldn't hold back her frustration, leaping forward towards Missy in a fit of emotion filled moxie. Claws extended, She hissed. She tried to swipe and her tiny kitten teeth found a home in Missy's foreleg. It didn't even last a second before She found herself backhanded and tossed aside like a little plaything.

Missy backhanded her away with a sudden hiss, eyes narrowing. The claws didn't do much to the adult cat. Her other children who loved her leapt to her defense, hurling insults towards the kit that dared threaten their caregiver.

"I'll show you what it's like not to be loved, ungrateful one," The dame replied, turning away. "Don't strike me again, though. The spiders are hungry."

The tiny kit felt her head spinning with the smack, it didn't hurt too badly but it was enough to startle her. Shake her senses. Remind her that things were real. She'd been through so much torment in her dreams she never expected anything to come from her actions, consequences? pain? It was unfamiliar, it was startling.

She gathered herself, ignoring the rest of the kittens that were doing nothing but hissing and spitting insults, she raised her voice to squeak out over their chattering and hissed back at her mother. "Why don't you care about me!" There was a pause in the older dame's movement, a shift in her stance as her eyes narrowed. "You’re food for the Tyrant. Why would I care about a snack that’s trying to take my food, and attention away from its betters?"
The kit felt her heart swell and crash like a wave. Crushing under the raw emotional sting of those words. The attention she was given, albeit negative.. It was something. from her mother. It pushed her to retort again in a mighty, anger filled yowl. "Why aren't YOU food!"

"Because I make food." Came the reply.

{ An Escape }
The days that followed the incident were rough. Her nightmares continued, she stopped demanding things from her mother who wouldn't listen, and stuck to the cats she knew.
She hung around her littermates mostly, but she secluded herself. Still trying to run, still trying to get away, but it was harder now. Harder that her mother wouldn't pay attention, or even let her have food. She was afraid of the spiders, she had seen them take cats. She didn't want to be eaten. She wanted to get away, but there was nowhere to get away to.

She claimed the name 'Food' as her own. Claiming she had been granted it by her mother, attempting to make other cats jealous. Jealous of her attention from her mother, jealous that she had been granted a name. Somehow better than the names that her her litter mates had taken of cats that weren't around anymore. She was upset there wasn't one for her too. She wanted to be important, No, she WAS important. She was Food! You have to eat food to live, and that was.. Important? the tiny kit shivered at the thought. She didn't want to be eaten. Sometimes in her nightmares she would be cased and caught and... She didn't like it. but Food, was what her mother had called her. The other kits talked sense back into her, and reminded her she wasn't Food, she was Mi. And Mi was important! Just like she always had said.

It helped, having at least one or two cats that knew she was special. But that didn't help the nightmares. She was starting to loose hope when things... changed.
Unfamiliar, strong, BIG cats arrived in the cave. There was no longer a routine. There was, something else. These cats were hurt, and much much bigger than she had ever seen before. She was curious. She listened, waited, watched things unfold before her. They weren't going to be taken by the big spiders, they were going to escape. They were going to run.

Though she was tired and weak from lack of food. That won't stop her from running. She knew how to run. She knew how to get away.

And she did.

   E X T R A

S T A T S
sta.sh/01sf00zz4t1v

O T H E R
She absolutely loves swimming, and water. She enjoys collecting shiny objects and has a good knack for remembering what things are called and what they do if they interest her.

She has a bit of a problem pronouncing words correctly. It is unknown if this is due to a bigger problem, something she'll grow out of, or something that she was never taught to correct while growing up.

She doesn't like to admit it but she loves cuddling and snuggling with her siblings, especially when sleeping! Only fun to sleep if you're covered in the warm snugly fur of those you love

Obtaining her name and discovering the changes in the world re-sparked her worldview and bold personality from the disaster that followed being called 'food'. She wont let it happen again. She's smarter than that.

   O O C

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

Short response: Open

Mid-length response: Closed

Good god why are we writing novels?: Closed

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

Notes: Closed

Comments: Closed

Other: Closed

A V A I L A B I L I T Y
Time Zone: GMT -5
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

Shellkit © Purrlstar