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{Personal}

Name: Hollows Eve
Nickname: Eve
Age: 1 Year, 2 months. (14 months)
Birth-date: September 28th
Gender: Female
Breed: Scottish Fur/Russain Blue

Location: Outer Ring, Trinity
Rank: Cadet
Desired Rank: Royal Guard
Occupation: Trainee

{Interests}

Likes: Being dominant, feeling like a leader, watching spinsters, cards, musicians
Dislikes: Disrespect, being wrong, having to apologize, being ordered outside of combat
Fears: Loosing respect, making a fool of herself
Favorite Food: Anything squirrel
Favorite Hobby: Writing
Favorite Color: Blue

{Physical}

Scars: None
Disabilities: None
Build: Small and slim with noticeable muscles in sunlight. Long and well cared for claws that complicate cheek bones,
Fur: Usually groomed short fur with a silky touch that reflects sunlight well instead of insulating heat despite it's dark color. Her head is dipped in white except at the ears and varying other places. Has four white socks with a white tail tip to complete it. Four long spots travel down the center of her back.
Overall Description: A short blue-gray she-cat with a head resembling a white skull that leads to four large spots across the middle of her back starting at her name and ending at the tail bone. Has socks on all paws and a white-dipped tail tip. Piercing yellow eyes make for a good intimidation method when trying to appear fearsome in battle.
Talents: Keeping secrets, being a shoulder to lean on, being independent, planning
Skills: Springing, spotting things out of the ordinary,

{Inventory}

Weapon: Chain whip
Clothing: Maneuvering Gear
Items: None
Rewards: None
Other: When chain whips are not in use, they are usually worn around her like a sash.

{Personality}

Precise - "If a left hook is thrown I can respond to it with a right block and act as if I'm attacking with a responding left strike but fake it and use my hind legs to throw him off me so I can get him at a distance so I am then able to..."
  If you ask this Cadet to get something done, she'll get it done. As long as you give Eve at least three minutes of planning time, she can prepare for nearly anything. It is often hard for her to preform gestures she has doubts on, as she always wants to be spot-on accurate. She is very vigilant and uses any past mistakes to improve upon movements. This makes her a very skilled fighter but a hard learner when picking up new skills that weren't taught by herself or her fathers in the past. Eve often spends her nights thinking of possible encounters in the future that most likely will never happen but does so so she is always ready. If Eve has encountered similar situations before, she doesn't need to think as much. If Eve has encountered something unfamiliar, such as fighting a complete stranger in close range without her whip, this cat is pretty much game when lost in thought.

Dignified - "Do you project me as an imbecile?"
  Eve is a serious cat who demands worthy respect from her peers. She tries to execute herself as being noble in public and will pre-plan everything she does, often making her quiet most of the time as she is lost in thought. Everything she does, she does with the best estimated efficiency making her admirable, which has its ups and downs; she'll prevent herself from pulling stupid stunts but she is not very sociable. She tends to look down on her peers, feeling if you want respect, you have to appear you are worth respecting. Eve always feels as if she has to impress someone and will refuse to make a fool of herself. If she cannot think of what to do or say, she'll often remain quiet.

Dominating - "I'll lead, if you don't mind."
  Not easy to settle for second, Eve likes to be the one in charge. She hates being told what to do when it doesn't agree with her, which is most of the time. She'll often lable herself as a leader despite her age and has the means of intimidation to help her enforce her beliefs. Since Eve likes to put herself above others, she can be left rather salty and hold a grudge when someone else gets what she wants; even if it's not the other cat's fault. This dominance makes her confident, never shying away to say what's on her mind when provoked unless it interferes with her Fathers' instructions.

Sharp-Tongued - "Did you really think that'd work you canker-witted buffoon?"
  Usually quiet, that is not a substitute for fair kindness, for when she does speak, it's usually because of something so overwhelmingly stupid or problematic. Eve is not afraid to lash out at you if she feels she wants to and may even insult one's bravery as stupidity. She may insult you if you do something stupid or unbelievable, so keep in mind; this could be a compliment. Most of her speech these days consists of insults so a cat eventually learns to sift the good out from the bad. Some of these normally offensive terms may contain affection in them, but can be easily misunderstood and interpreted as a means to fight and make bad relations.

Over-Analytical - "Since that tree is tilted at a 40 degree angle, we can use that to boost ourselves further and if one of them happens to turn their head when we decide to leap, dive for the leaves and that should still enable our atta- wait the noise we make could alert them; okay new plan, we should-"
When brainstorming, Eve comes up with at least a dozen different possible ways to preform what she originally intended to do, marking off bad ideas and correcting flawed ones can leave her confused or stumped at times when revising her plans and putting them into play in her mind. Because of all the angles and precautions she looks at this can either make her unstoppable in battle or a sitting duck in battle. She often highlights herself in plans and forgets that other people exist, which may tarnish what was originally intended, angering her. This can also make Eve hard to talk to and get through to when she has a mentality dead-set on something, as she has already reviewed all the main points herself. When planning mid-battle, this also makes her vulnerable and easy to take down when stumped, as everything tends to go to a haze when your plan fails. When talking aloud, it's very hard to follow her plans as she makes a bunch of changes while explaining, often needing to repeat herself.

{History}

Parents
  Holly was sleek, mixed she-cat and always wanted to be treated with respect. Holly was born in the inner ring and had a pretty easy life, but always turned everything into a competition; including being smarter than everyone else. She always tried her best at everything and was a very egotistical cat, often rubbing her accomplishments in others' faces. No one ever bullied her though because they could not keep up with her quick tongue and large vocabulary; it was like speaking another language with this cat. Because of this, she lacked real friends and was denied attention for her always busy parents. Eventually in her scene stage, her boasting slowed down and she was angered for giving herself a record as an annoying arrogant nerd; no one wanted to hang out with her. So Holly decided to travel to the middle ring, deciding since no one knew her there, she could have a second chance at making friends. Her first years visiting were depressing, seeing how much lesser the people had it. She had done nothing kindly toward them or protested this way of living though because it is what it is. Despite mostly hanging around bars and merchants, they were better to talk to than the people in the inner ring. Holly kept going to the ring for years until a particular cat caught her eye.

  Vincent was the first born of his family and lived in the outer ring and had worked on a farm as a kid to a young adult when his father passed and his mother had plenty more kittens to help tend to the farm and other hardships. His mother had wanted him to seek an apprenticeship somewhere but Vincent lacked adequate education and was older than most desired apprentices. Not wanting to disappoint his mother he became a street performer, teaching himself many tricks that attracted throngs of cats such as acrobatics, sword juggling, fire juggling (which he stopped after burning down two merchant stands by accident), and teaching himself how to dance. Eventually he made enough money to buy himself a Grind Organ, which brightened up his performance greatly and attracted many more people. One day, a she-cat that had came to watch his show spoke to him. "You're pleasingly reputable at what you execute, although, I chance I could preform greater if one taught me," she had said. Many thoughts went through Vincent's head: Was that a compliment? Is that an attempt at flirting? Is she just nervous? Should I mock her? "I could teach ya, but ya know you'd neva surpass someone of my skills." That was the beginning of their relationship.

  The two were eventually wedded and it was only then when Vincent found out how much she was paid. He was happy with himself and often bragged to everyone about how smart Holly was; saving the she-cat from looking arrogant herself in front of others. Holly also liked to rub her Husband's skills in other cats' faces. The two were nearly perfect for each other. The pair decided to have kittens and when the time came to deliver them, a trio was expected. Two had died; one in the womb and the other a few hours after living. The one that somewhat resembled a skeleton lived. Holly was convinced this was a curse from the Gods because of her grief, anger, distress and other forms of pain clouded her mind. Holly was going to kill the kitten in revenge but Vincent knew this was wrong. He made some good points but that only shifted who Holly's target was. It was unclear what was going through her mind at the time but Holly decided it was Vincent's fault her life turned out this way. She poisoned his drink that night and acted absolutely shocked when he died. The she-cat then traveled to the outer ring to let thugs raise her kit; unable to look at the kit and wishing bad omens for whomever stumbles upon the kitten. Hours later did it hit her she should not have done that. She didn't want Vincent dead, she still wanted to laugh with him. She didn't want her kitten gone; it was the only part of her family still living. The kit was not a curse, and it was neither Vincent's or the kit's fault her life happened to play out like this. Stricken with grief, Holly attempted a suicide through overdose. She survived thanks to the help of doctors after one of her maids rushed her to the hospital. Holly went missing days later.

Kithood
  Eve was found by a seemingly sleazy gang of drunk toms whom found her in the hollow of a tree in the evening, spawning her name; Hollows Eve. With their minds clouded by alcohol, they decided the best thing to do was to take the kit home instead of putting her in an orphanage. They were all convinced it was destiny to take care of this kitten. Until the next morning when they were all sober again. A few bailed on the kitten, noting they were drunk and not thinking at the time. A couple others didn't want to be associated with children yet and refused to help as well, stating various reasons such as it could interfere with their job.

The three toms whom remained decided not give up on Eve raised her decently, teaching the young she-cat what is right and what is wrong. Hardworking townspeople? Good. Lazy Monarchy? Bad. Black market? Good. Military Police? Bad. Earning what you work for? Good. Aristocrats? Bad, Hollows Eve was told of many stories about how the people were treated unfairly by the privileged and joined the rebellion along with her "Fathers" at an early age. Taking advantage of her ignorance, her fathers taught her what was legal and illegal, hoping she'd last long enough to join the military to get closer to the inner ring. They manipulated every step of her life, preparing her for the military and telling her of efficient ways to kill a cat and dispose of them without leaving any traces every now and then. Eve didn't think anything of it; after all, her whole life had been this way. She loved her fathers and firmly believed everything they said, ready to defend them at any time. Despite raising a secret weapon, her fathers loved Eve too. Eve toughened up due to their harsh training which sometime involved verbal abuse and physical abuse when she messed up, but this only encouraged her to try harder.

Eve's fathers encouraged her to become a trainee at the age of 6 months and kept dropping subtle hints throughout the next four months when Eve finally decided she was ready. Her caretakers advised her to go for the rank of Military Police and never let anyone know that she was associated with the rebels unless she absolutely had to tell or was 110% sure she could trust them. "Don't even try to mock the monarchy unless everyone else is. Be one with the crowd," was the last piece of advice she sustained before joining. Though she had learned the skills, she was poor at applying them into strategic combat and often over-analyzed situations, allowing her opponents to get the upper hand and easily pin her if they pleased because of her slow reaction time.

Apprenticeship
Eve joined the Cadet rank at the age of 10 months and is striving for the rank of Royal Guard to get as close to Aristocrats and possible. She doesn't quite know what to do yet when she gets there, but she's sure she'll learn what to do along the way. Being among new cats was exciting; especially so much in one place. She was quick to pick up the proper skills for fighting due to her pre-training and was silently pleased to learn about all the different types of mystics. Though she doesn't talk to others much and isn't really motivated to, she won't tolerate disrespect from anyone and fiercely demands to be looked up upon; silently of course. Her dominant attitude often tends to lead to a sharp tongue, insulting others unintentionally. This causes her to get in scraps every once and a while, but both leave with only a few scratches and bruises. They know they needed to save their strength for training. However much she seems to be enjoying herself, her true goal continues to gnaw at the back of her head. She made it clear for others to guess her personality based on her actions and doesn't play games with anyone. Unless its cards. She'll play cards.

Adult
      ---
Current Rank
Eve is in training and often writes endearing letters home. She tends to stay silent among others unless provoked. Eve gets her training drills done efficiently and effectively and often keeps herself up at night thinking of possible situations where she may need to fight. She tends to be tired in the early morning because of this. She lacks a sense of humor when it comes to newer and younger Cadets' pranks. (More to come with future roleplays)

{Relationships}

Unsure
  Acquaintance
Friend
  Good Friend
Buddy
  Best Friend
Attracted To
  Crush
Loves
  Mate
Respect
Deceased
Close as Family
Rivals
Suspicious
Jealous
Dislikes
  Hates
  Wants to Kill

Relationships:
Biological Family: Holly||Mother||Scribe
   Vincent||Father||Street Performer
Mate: None
Sexuality: Demisexual
Preferences: Someone who is honest and doesn't hold back their opinions, Brave, Good Listener.
Kittens: None.

{Stats}

Swimming: 1/10
Climbing: 5/10
Attack: 6/10
Strength: 5/10
Defense: 4/10
Endurance: 6/10
Speed: 7/10
Flexibility: 7/10
Evasiveness: 2/10
Intelligence: 8/10
Leadership: 7/10
Medical Knowledge: 3/10

{Extra}

-Her adoptive parents are polysexual
-Eve tends to value herself more than others
-She plans to briefly return home after training
-Home-schooled
-Sometimes breaks down from being mentally worn out
-Could care less of one's appearance
-Card games are the only type of games she's familiar with
-Chose a chain whip as weapon to buy herself time and fend others off at a distance when unprepared

{Roleplay Sample}

From: When-The-Sun-Rises (before the reboot)

It was a humid afternoon, and thick clouds teased the garden, not giving up their rain. It had been like this all morning, so most kits had given up waiting for the clouds to pop and went out playing and adventuring.

A light orange she-kit had been receding in the shallow end of the Scale Pond, not wanting to walk around feeling sticky and hot. She fretted that she'd fall in the scale pond and drown before, but got over that fear after the den mothers taught her how to 'doggy paddle'. Anko watched other kits walk by and sometimes drop by and swim in the deeper end of the pond for a short while. The kit wanted to talk to some of them, but never dared to be the one to start the conversation.
---
Anko's fur puffed up with surprise at the sudden splash. She frantically whipped her head to look at Moth and sighed, relieved it wasn't a big scary fish or anything of that nature. Her soft indigo eyes studied Moth's face, and found that he only had good intentions. Sighing with relief, she answered his questions. "I'm Anko... " she started, "I-I was just trying to cool down and such... b-but... I can't really... find... the right words to start off a conversation... " she muttered incoherently

{Credits}

Application: TeachMeToLearn
Artwork: TheSqueakyShinx
Written Format: TheSqueakyShinx
Group: When-The-Sun-Rises

Description



{Personal}

Name: Hollows Eve
Nickname: Eve
Age: 1 Year, 2 months. (14 months)
Birth-date: September 28th
Gender: Female
Breed: Scottish Fur/Russain Blue

Location: Outer Ring, Trinity
Rank: Cadet
Desired Rank: Royal Guard
Occupation: Trainee

{Interests}

Likes: Being dominant, feeling like a leader, watching spinsters, cards, musicians
Dislikes: Disrespect, being wrong, having to apologize, being ordered outside of combat
Fears: Loosing respect, making a fool of herself
Favorite Food: Anything squirrel
Favorite Hobby: Writing
Favorite Color: Blue

{Physical}

Scars: None
Disabilities: None
Build: Small and slim with noticeable muscles in sunlight. Long and well cared for claws that complicate cheek bones,
Fur: Usually groomed short fur with a silky touch that reflects sunlight well instead of insulating heat despite it's dark color. Her head is dipped in white except at the ears and varying other places. Has four white socks with a white tail tip to complete it. Four long spots travel down the center of her back.
Overall Description: A short blue-gray she-cat with a head resembling a white skull that leads to four large spots across the middle of her back starting at her name and ending at the tail bone. Has socks on all paws and a white-dipped tail tip. Piercing yellow eyes make for a good intimidation method when trying to appear fearsome in battle.
Talents: Keeping secrets, being a shoulder to lean on, being independent, planning
Skills: Springing, spotting things out of the ordinary,

{Inventory}

Weapon: Chain whip
Clothing: Maneuvering Gear
Items: None
Rewards: None
Other: When chain whips are not in use, they are usually worn around her like a sash.

{Personality}

Precise - "If a left hook is thrown I can respond to it with a right block and act as if I'm attacking with a responding left strike but fake it and use my hind legs to throw him off me so I can get him at a distance so I am then able to..."
  If you ask this Cadet to get something done, she'll get it done. As long as you give Eve at least three minutes of planning time, she can prepare for nearly anything. It is often hard for her to preform gestures she has doubts on, as she always wants to be spot-on accurate. She is very vigilant and uses any past mistakes to improve upon movements. This makes her a very skilled fighter but a hard learner when picking up new skills that weren't taught by herself or her fathers in the past. Eve often spends her nights thinking of possible encounters in the future that most likely will never happen but does so so she is always ready. If Eve has encountered similar situations before, she doesn't need to think as much. If Eve has encountered something unfamiliar, such as fighting a complete stranger in close range without her whip, this cat is pretty much game when lost in thought.

Dignified - "Do you project me as an imbecile?"
  Eve is a serious cat who demands worthy respect from her peers. She tries to execute herself as being noble in public and will pre-plan everything she does, often making her quiet most of the time as she is lost in thought. Everything she does, she does with the best estimated efficiency making her admirable, which has its ups and downs; she'll prevent herself from pulling stupid stunts but she is not very sociable. She tends to look down on her peers, feeling if you want respect, you have to appear you are worth respecting. Eve always feels as if she has to impress someone and will refuse to make a fool of herself. If she cannot think of what to do or say, she'll often remain quiet.

Dominating - "I'll lead, if you don't mind."
  Not easy to settle for second, Eve likes to be the one in charge. She hates being told what to do when it doesn't agree with her, which is most of the time. She'll often lable herself as a leader despite her age and has the means of intimidation to help her enforce her beliefs. Since Eve likes to put herself above others, she can be left rather salty and hold a grudge when someone else gets what she wants; even if it's not the other cat's fault. This dominance makes her confident, never shying away to say what's on her mind when provoked unless it interferes with her Fathers' instructions.

Sharp-Tongued - "Did you really think that'd work you canker-witted buffoon?"
  Usually quiet, that is not a substitute for fair kindness, for when she does speak, it's usually because of something so overwhelmingly stupid or problematic. Eve is not afraid to lash out at you if she feels she wants to and may even insult one's bravery as stupidity. She may insult you if you do something stupid or unbelievable, so keep in mind; this could be a compliment. Most of her speech these days consists of insults so a cat eventually learns to sift the good out from the bad. Some of these normally offensive terms may contain affection in them, but can be easily misunderstood and interpreted as a means to fight and make bad relations.

Over-Analytical - "Since that tree is tilted at a 40 degree angle, we can use that to boost ourselves further and if one of them happens to turn their head when we decide to leap, dive for the leaves and that should still enable our atta- wait the noise we make could alert them; okay new plan, we should-"
When brainstorming, Eve comes up with at least a dozen different possible ways to preform what she originally intended to do, marking off bad ideas and correcting flawed ones can leave her confused or stumped at times when revising her plans and putting them into play in her mind. Because of all the angles and precautions she looks at this can either make her unstoppable in battle or a sitting duck in battle. She often highlights herself in plans and forgets that other people exist, which may tarnish what was originally intended, angering her. This can also make Eve hard to talk to and get through to when she has a mentality dead-set on something, as she has already reviewed all the main points herself. When planning mid-battle, this also makes her vulnerable and easy to take down when stumped, as everything tends to go to a haze when your plan fails. When talking aloud, it's very hard to follow her plans as she makes a bunch of changes while explaining, often needing to repeat herself.

{History}

Parents
  Holly was sleek, mixed she-cat and always wanted to be treated with respect. Holly was born in the inner ring and had a pretty easy life, but always turned everything into a competition; including being smarter than everyone else. She always tried her best at everything and was a very egotistical cat, often rubbing her accomplishments in others' faces. No one ever bullied her though because they could not keep up with her quick tongue and large vocabulary; it was like speaking another language with this cat. Because of this, she lacked real friends and was denied attention for her always busy parents. Eventually in her scene stage, her boasting slowed down and she was angered for giving herself a record as an annoying arrogant nerd; no one wanted to hang out with her. So Holly decided to travel to the middle ring, deciding since no one knew her there, she could have a second chance at making friends. Her first years visiting were depressing, seeing how much lesser the people had it. She had done nothing kindly toward them or protested this way of living though because it is what it is. Despite mostly hanging around bars and merchants, they were better to talk to than the people in the inner ring. Holly kept going to the ring for years until a particular cat caught her eye.

  Vincent was the first born of his family and lived in the outer ring and had worked on a farm as a kid to a young adult when his father passed and his mother had plenty more kittens to help tend to the farm and other hardships. His mother had wanted him to seek an apprenticeship somewhere but Vincent lacked adequate education and was older than most desired apprentices. Not wanting to disappoint his mother he became a street performer, teaching himself many tricks that attracted throngs of cats such as acrobatics, sword juggling, fire juggling (which he stopped after burning down two merchant stands by accident), and teaching himself how to dance. Eventually he made enough money to buy himself a Grind Organ, which brightened up his performance greatly and attracted many more people. One day, a she-cat that had came to watch his show spoke to him. "You're pleasingly reputable at what you execute, although, I chance I could preform greater if one taught me," she had said. Many thoughts went through Vincent's head: Was that a compliment? Is that an attempt at flirting? Is she just nervous? Should I mock her? "I could teach ya, but ya know you'd neva surpass someone of my skills." That was the beginning of their relationship.

  The two were eventually wedded and it was only then when Vincent found out how much she was paid. He was happy with himself and often bragged to everyone about how smart Holly was; saving the she-cat from looking arrogant herself in front of others. Holly also liked to rub her Husband's skills in other cats' faces. The two were nearly perfect for each other. The pair decided to have kittens and when the time came to deliver them, a trio was expected. Two had died; one in the womb and the other a few hours after living. The one that somewhat resembled a skeleton lived. Holly was convinced this was a curse from the Gods because of her grief, anger, distress and other forms of pain clouded her mind. Holly was going to kill the kitten in revenge but Vincent knew this was wrong. He made some good points but that only shifted who Holly's target was. It was unclear what was going through her mind at the time but Holly decided it was Vincent's fault her life turned out this way. She poisoned his drink that night and acted absolutely shocked when he died. The she-cat then traveled to the outer ring to let thugs raise her kit; unable to look at the kit and wishing bad omens for whomever stumbles upon the kitten. Hours later did it hit her she should not have done that. She didn't want Vincent dead, she still wanted to laugh with him. She didn't want her kitten gone; it was the only part of her family still living. The kit was not a curse, and it was neither Vincent's or the kit's fault her life happened to play out like this. Stricken with grief, Holly attempted a suicide through overdose. She survived thanks to the help of doctors after one of her maids rushed her to the hospital. Holly went missing days later.

Kithood
  Eve was found by a seemingly sleazy gang of drunk toms whom found her in the hollow of a tree in the evening, spawning her name; Hollows Eve. With their minds clouded by alcohol, they decided the best thing to do was to take the kit home instead of putting her in an orphanage. They were all convinced it was destiny to take care of this kitten. Until the next morning when they were all sober again. A few bailed on the kitten, noting they were drunk and not thinking at the time. A couple others didn't want to be associated with children yet and refused to help as well, stating various reasons such as it could interfere with their job.

The three toms whom remained decided not give up on Eve raised her decently, teaching the young she-cat what is right and what is wrong. Hardworking townspeople? Good. Lazy Monarchy? Bad. Black market? Good. Military Police? Bad. Earning what you work for? Good. Aristocrats? Bad, Hollows Eve was told of many stories about how the people were treated unfairly by the privileged and joined the rebellion along with her "Fathers" at an early age. Taking advantage of her ignorance, her fathers taught her what was legal and illegal, hoping she'd last long enough to join the military to get closer to the inner ring. They manipulated every step of her life, preparing her for the military and telling her of efficient ways to kill a cat and dispose of them without leaving any traces every now and then. Eve didn't think anything of it; after all, her whole life had been this way. She loved her fathers and firmly believed everything they said, ready to defend them at any time. Despite raising a secret weapon, her fathers loved Eve too. Eve toughened up due to their harsh training which sometime involved verbal abuse and physical abuse when she messed up, but this only encouraged her to try harder.

Eve's fathers encouraged her to become a trainee at the age of 6 months and kept dropping subtle hints throughout the next four months when Eve finally decided she was ready. Her caretakers advised her to go for the rank of Military Police and never let anyone know that she was associated with the rebels unless she absolutely had to tell or was 110% sure she could trust them. "Don't even try to mock the monarchy unless everyone else is. Be one with the crowd," was the last piece of advice she sustained before joining. Though she had learned the skills, she was poor at applying them into strategic combat and often over-analyzed situations, allowing her opponents to get the upper hand and easily pin her if they pleased because of her slow reaction time.

Apprenticeship
Eve joined the Cadet rank at the age of 10 months and is striving for the rank of Royal Guard to get as close to Aristocrats and possible. She doesn't quite know what to do yet when she gets there, but she's sure she'll learn what to do along the way. Being among new cats was exciting; especially so much in one place. She was quick to pick up the proper skills for fighting due to her pre-training and was silently pleased to learn about all the different types of mystics. Though she doesn't talk to others much and isn't really motivated to, she won't tolerate disrespect from anyone and fiercely demands to be looked up upon; silently of course. Her dominant attitude often tends to lead to a sharp tongue, insulting others unintentionally. This causes her to get in scraps every once and a while, but both leave with only a few scratches and bruises. They know they needed to save their strength for training. However much she seems to be enjoying herself, her true goal continues to gnaw at the back of her head. She made it clear for others to guess her personality based on her actions and doesn't play games with anyone. Unless its cards. She'll play cards.

Adult
      ---
Current Rank
Eve is in training and often writes endearing letters home. She tends to stay silent among others unless provoked. Eve gets her training drills done efficiently and effectively and often keeps herself up at night thinking of possible situations where she may need to fight. She tends to be tired in the early morning because of this. She lacks a sense of humor when it comes to newer and younger Cadets' pranks. (More to come with future roleplays)

{Relationships}

Unsure
  Acquaintance
Friend
  Good Friend
Buddy
  Best Friend
Attracted To
  Crush
Loves
  Mate
Respect
Deceased
Close as Family
Rivals
Suspicious
Jealous
Dislikes
  Hates
  Wants to Kill

Relationships:
Biological Family: Holly||Mother||Scribe
   Vincent||Father||Street Performer
Mate: None
Sexuality: Demisexual
Preferences: Someone who is honest and doesn't hold back their opinions, Brave, Good Listener.
Kittens: None.

{Stats}

Swimming: 1/10
Climbing: 5/10
Attack: 6/10
Strength: 5/10
Defense: 4/10
Endurance: 6/10
Speed: 7/10
Flexibility: 7/10
Evasiveness: 2/10
Intelligence: 8/10
Leadership: 7/10
Medical Knowledge: 3/10

{Extra}

-Her adoptive parents are polysexual
-Eve tends to value herself more than others
-She plans to briefly return home after training
-Home-schooled
-Sometimes breaks down from being mentally worn out
-Could care less of one's appearance
-Card games are the only type of games she's familiar with
-Chose a chain whip as weapon to buy herself time and fend others off at a distance when unprepared

{Roleplay Sample}

From: When-The-Sun-Rises (before the reboot)

It was a humid afternoon, and thick clouds teased the garden, not giving up their rain. It had been like this all morning, so most kits had given up waiting for the clouds to pop and went out playing and adventuring.

A light orange she-kit had been receding in the shallow end of the Scale Pond, not wanting to walk around feeling sticky and hot. She fretted that she'd fall in the scale pond and drown before, but got over that fear after the den mothers taught her how to 'doggy paddle'. Anko watched other kits walk by and sometimes drop by and swim in the deeper end of the pond for a short while. The kit wanted to talk to some of them, but never dared to be the one to start the conversation.
---
Anko's fur puffed up with surprise at the sudden splash. She frantically whipped her head to look at Moth and sighed, relieved it wasn't a big scary fish or anything of that nature. Her soft indigo eyes studied Moth's face, and found that he only had good intentions. Sighing with relief, she answered his questions. "I'm Anko... " she started, "I-I was just trying to cool down and such... b-but... I can't really... find... the right words to start off a conversation... " she muttered incoherently

{Credits}

Application: TeachMeToLearn
Artwork: TheSqueakyShinx
Written Format: TheSqueakyShinx
Group: When-The-Sun-Rises