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March 12, 2014: New image, updated personality.

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Name: Ristal
Kitname: Thistle
Nickname: Rist
Age: 5 years (adult)
Gender: Female
Breed: Havana (Lilac Tonkinese 25%)
Born in: Summer, year 96

Profession: Soldier
Tribe Tattoo: Orange-Void
Soulbound: N/A
Current apprentice: Coud
Former apprentice: Yukiteru
Skills: Herbal Knowlege | Healing Small Wounds | Healing Medium Wounds | Concentrating Gaze | Healing Wounds | Double the Effort | Double the Amount | My Healing Wish | My Blood for Your Blood | Anesthetic | Knock Out | Ultimate Killer

Appearance & Physique:
Rist is a smaller sized cat with a very lean body, making her speed and agility her strong point rather than strength, something she severely lacks in.
She’s got a more round and flat nose bridge as well as a pair of rather pointy ears. Her rosy brown fur is short and slick, so while it’s good for repelling water, she often has trouble with very cold winters. Rist’s lower eyelashes also seem to be a bit longer than average.

Size: Small
Fur: Short and slick
Structure: Slender and lithe

Personality:

Mischievous | Curious | Playful | Observant | Harsh | Sly | Loyal |Flirty

Mischievous: The most visible trait of Rist. She has an extreme love for pranks and doing things that may or may not be liked be others. She never really worries about getting in to trouble; on the contrary, she finds it quite fun that there is always a risk. Teasing others is highly fun for her as well; anything that will have the cat react in one way or the other is what makes it so enjoyable. No reaction at all or nonstop crying will bore her and most likely make her stop. It’s just a game for her though, just a little bit of fun and Rist is never trying to be truly hurtful or mean. She loves to get others to do things with her actually, the more the merrier.

Curious: Rist is overly curious about anything that moves. She wants to know everything she can about the cats she meet and if there is something special she wants know she’ll surely try to find a way to get it. The stranger they are the more interested she’ll be. Odd and unusual cats, whether it be their appearance or personality, are her favourites to get to know. It won’t be easy to get rid of her if you are one, if there is something Ristal has patience for it’s threading lightly with cats she want to keep close.

Playful: Playing, exploring or whatever high-tempo activty you can think up, Ristal will surely tag along. One can say Rist has the same eagerness that kits have, just with a darker twist. While others may find ‘fun’ to be a play-fight or a race around the trees, she sees fun as exploring the creepy forest or a play of tag in the maze of tunnels. A real daredevil, always wanting to try new things or go where one shouldn’t. Anything mild or meekly is nothing for her. Rist wants to feel the rush and excitment, testing how far the line goes and when enough is enough.

Observant: Due to her intense interest with other cats, she has become very attentive and is usually very good at reading others. She loves to observe strangers, their appearance, body language, speech... anything that can tell her more about the cat.

Harsh: Rist isn’t afraid to speak her mind; she would do so rather vivid actually. Whether it be her opinion on a chore or a cat. It will often come of as rude but most times it is never with the intention to hurt someones feelings. In her view, not being able to handle a harsh comment makes you weak. The world is not an easy place and how are you going to surive if you get crushed by mere words? Rist has in general a pretty tough view of the world and might get annoyed by meek or crying cats. But, with some cases, she might soften up.

Sly: This trait comes along with her mischievous attitude. She can be very manipulative and will often try to persuade others in to doing what she wants when they say no. She will lie or try to coax them to follow, anything that makes them agree with her. It’s mostly when she wants to have fun though, so far she has never used this part of her to cause any bigger harm.

Loyal: It can obviously be hard for some cats to like Ristal, but if someone has a personality that goes along well with hers or if one can look past her flaws and be able to handle her, she is a friend for life. Of course, Rist will quickly see a cat she’s met as a friend, even if the other cat hates her. However, to the ones she grows closer with; she will stay loyal to forever. It would take something extreme to make her change her mind and dislike a friend. Whatever has happened, Rist will stick by and help a friend in trouble.

Flirty: Male, female, Ristal really doesn't care who she flirts with, she'll do it if she wants to. It has nothing to do with being in love or anything, she does it because it's fun, finds the cat attractive or because she wants to see how the other will react. It's like every other action she does, it's a fun game. She will never become serious with anyone, never fall in love. Sometimes she might find someone she ends up liking, of course, but she will never taken on someone to be her one and only mate. Ristal could have a close relationship with someone, but she would not swear herself to them, she would still consider herself to be free to have fun with others.

Other traits: Optimistic, rash, carefree

Backstory:

Starting Wild
As a child of two second generation exiles, Ristal was born, along with her sister, in a small group of exiles that had mostly kept to themselves further to the north. She was a “special” kit from the very start. Rist, or Thistle as her mother had named her due to the colour of her fur, showed early signs of being quite wild. She was always running off whenever her mother looked away, causing troubles, and spoke her mind more than one should, even when being told not to. Much unlike her sister Ivy, Thistle became a burden for her mother, who found it harder for each day that passed to connect with her child and love her. She began to care more for Ivy and paid little attention to her unruly kit as they grew.

Thistle wasn’t left alone though; she had an uncle with a similar personality who found her much more likable than her sister. So she grew up with him instead, something that might have been more harmful than good as the breezy childhood she got may have shaped her flaws. The young girl never felt hurt by her mother’s lack of care as she truly enjoyed the time with her uncle and saw him much more as a parent and a role model. She never met her real father, he had been an exile living further away, a simple cat that her mother had once stumbled upon and all there had been between the two was just a small flirt.

Time went by and as Thistle grew, she started to leave the surroundings the group resided at, being holed up at the same place didn’t sit with her well and she ventured out a lot to see and find new things, other cats to meet. Doing so, her own small group was once in a while given a time of relief, happy to not be bothered by her. She loved her family though, in her own special way, but Thistle never felt bound to anything, not even them. She soon left, curious to see more of the world.

Meeting Red
At first she only wandered around, whenever she met a new cat she only followed them for a few days. Few proved to be worthy of her time in her mind. It wasn’t until two months later after leaving her family that she met a tom she stuck by with for a longer period. He called himself Red and shared the same playfulness and love for exploring as her; it made the two of them quickly bond as friends.

She hadn’t been around when Ezreal came to ask for help from the exiles but was instead told of it and everything that had happened a half year later when she and Red encountered two exiles that were heading for the Tribes. Oh, Thistle had indeed heard of the Tribes, her uncle had told her grand stories of them. Though if all were true was another question, since he himself had never been part of it. But Thistle didn’t leave with the second exiles, only because Red refused to. While her uncle’s stories had been vivid and extreme, Red told it differently. He spoke of rules and chores and how she would feel trapped if she would join. So, she stayed with him.

Finding Curiosity
However, the she-cat continued to ask about the Tribes afterwards whenever she met a new cat. As she learned more, she soon found herself intrigued by them. That they were so divided into groups, that each cat was loyal to their own tribe and the powers, oh how the powers intrigued her. It sounded so different from the life she lived so far and she could meet so many new cats, see so many new places. Red, on the other hand, had no interest in the Tribes and slowly grew annoyed by Thistle’s increasing curiosity. He held a small hate for them, having parents that were first generation exiles and whos opinions and values had affected the tom in his early year. One day he finally snapped and in anger told Thistle to forget about the Tribes. He argued how there was nothing for her there, that she wouldn’t be able to handle living in a tribe. The tom’s words had a reverse effect on her though and Thistle saw it as a challenge. His outbreak had made her determined that joining was what she should do, that it would be so much more fun than wandering around with him. So they parted, him in anger and she in delight, heading for the Tribes.

Exploring Light (RP story start)
Ristal joined in the middle of the Caiman conflict and thus barely took part in the final battle with them. Her healing skills weren’t really the best at that time, not only because she was new and had few to help her get started, but because she never really cared. Not knowing what her tattoo meant, Ristal had joined the Tribes in hope to be given amazing powers, not something as boring as healing. Still, the shecat had quickly accepted her fate, some kind of power was better than no power at all. At the same time as the Caiman conflict she also got to know a tribemate of hers, Zarya, an Orange-Light whos optimistic personality and strange fear had Ristal interested right from the start. She certainly considered her a close friend, whether or not Zarya agreed

Glaring Envy
The secondary power, poison, that was given to the Light-Tribe did not sit well with Ristal because of the simple reason that she hadn’t been given it. She felt like she had been cheated out of it simply because of her gender and so, for some time, she was incredibly envious of all the males in the tribe. But, like before, she came to accept this, though at a much slower pace.

Collecting Interests
So the Tribes won over the Caimans, woopie! And Ristal could finally go about meeting new interesting cats much easier. One cat she met, a cat she likes to call her greatest find, was a Green-Shadow by the name of Requiem. One look at him and she was hooked. His strange and rare appearance intrigued her to no end and is basically the definition of what kind of cats the she finds truly the most interesting. Due to his looks, she also decided to call him Wrinkles, something he apparently dislikes which she only finds amusing.
A few months later, she was also given an apprentice by the name of Yukiteru, or Yuki as he rathered be called. Well aware the she wasn’t really the definition of a good mentor, Ristal was still happy to be given someone to teach. Not in the way most others think. No she didn’t really care about teaching per se, she was glad because this was a different kind of relationship she would get, and how her apprentice would react, behave and how everything would evolve intrigued her.

- Had a bit too much fun while high with Requiem and ended up pregnant.
- Hated being pregnant and did not want the kits at all.
- Gave birth to three kits, fell in love with them due to their weirdness.
- Was an odd mom.
- Zarya died and, in anger and grief, Ristal blamed it all on Kintsu.
- She slowly learned to deal with it.
- When the Spirits came back, she didn't hesitate one bit at the chance of better powers.
- Became a Orange-Void and a soldier.
- Somehow ended up mentoring Coud how to fight.

Heartchart: snowwire.deviantart.com/art/TG…

Trivia:

Voice: High pitched, sometimes with a slightly sly tone. www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuw…
Sexuality: Bisexual
Preference: Just be a cat really... though unique appearance or personality is a plus.
Life ideology:Have fun, don’t care, let go.
Dream: Her kits creating more tiny wrinkles (babies)
Fear: Dying

Favourites
Season: Summer
Colour: Red
Prey: Any bird
Hobby: Exploring, pranking, studying others
Place: The Rolling Bridge

- Rist loves chasing birds.
- While she has a fearless attitude, Rist would flee the second her life is truly at stake.
- She would fear/respect a cat with a higher position,
- In her view, the one who holds the higher position is the one with the strength. The cat just got to be willing to show it and not fear hurting her.
- She doesn't care about the personal space of others.
- She sees no problem in having more than one partners.
- She likes kittens and younglings, mostly because they are usually eager to have fun.

Family
Mother: Lean – alive, exile
Father: Unknown – exile
Sister: Ivy – alive, exile
Uncle: Dalon – alive, exile

Attraction(s): Requiem, Lydia

Kittens:
Shrike
Tern
Jackdaw

Roleplay example:
The sun’s rays flittered through the leaves of the high tree crowns, dotting the ground in speckles of light. Atop of stone laid the redish coloured cat, her chin resting on the rough surface with a wide grin on her lips. The she-cat was currently observing another of her kind who, quite unsucessfully, was trying to climb a tree. A tree that held plenty of bird nests.
The tom kept a grip of the trunk with his claws and with a shakey movement tried to climb higher. It went like it had done all the other three times though. He slipped with his grip and fell down on the ground with muffled sound.
Thistle who had been watching from the beginning couldn’t contain herself anymore and, with a snort from the restrain, let out a high pitched laugh. ”Honestly Branch, what kind of cat are you?” The she-cat was able to get out between her laughs. She jumped down from the stone and padded over to the tom in lithe movements. ”Can’t even climb a tree, hmh, you certainly aren’t living up to your name.” She said with a smirk. Branch on the other hand only sat there with an expression of both anger and annoyance, maybe even a bit hurt. ”Why are you always like that? What happened to you to made you so... so...” His anger stopped him from finding his words.
Thistle’s eyes narrowed. ”Ooh, right, I couldn’t possibly act like this without a sad story to it, hm? Yes, something must have happened to me, a broken childhood maybe? Perhaps I have trust issues because my mother abandoned me and my father never gave me any love.” She went one with a feigned tone of sadness before she turned to laugh harshly. ”Don’t be dull Branch, it has never suited you. Now let’s go do something else.”

Ristal & art © Snowwire

Description

March 12, 2014: New image, updated personality.

Roleplays:
Note:
Skype:
Chat:
**Time zone: CET **
** GMT +1 (Daylight-saving/Summer Time GMT +2)**

Name: Ristal
Kitname: Thistle
Nickname: Rist
Age: 5 years (adult)
Gender: Female
Breed: Havana (Lilac Tonkinese 25%)
Born in: Summer, year 96

Profession: Soldier
Tribe Tattoo: Orange-Void
Soulbound: N/A
Current apprentice: Coud
Former apprentice: Yukiteru
Skills: Herbal Knowlege | Healing Small Wounds | Healing Medium Wounds | Concentrating Gaze | Healing Wounds | Double the Effort | Double the Amount | My Healing Wish | My Blood for Your Blood | Anesthetic | Knock Out | Ultimate Killer

Appearance & Physique:
Rist is a smaller sized cat with a very lean body, making her speed and agility her strong point rather than strength, something she severely lacks in.
She’s got a more round and flat nose bridge as well as a pair of rather pointy ears. Her rosy brown fur is short and slick, so while it’s good for repelling water, she often has trouble with very cold winters. Rist’s lower eyelashes also seem to be a bit longer than average.

Size: Small
Fur: Short and slick
Structure: Slender and lithe

Personality:

Mischievous | Curious | Playful | Observant | Harsh | Sly | Loyal |Flirty

Mischievous: The most visible trait of Rist. She has an extreme love for pranks and doing things that may or may not be liked be others. She never really worries about getting in to trouble; on the contrary, she finds it quite fun that there is always a risk. Teasing others is highly fun for her as well; anything that will have the cat react in one way or the other is what makes it so enjoyable. No reaction at all or nonstop crying will bore her and most likely make her stop. It’s just a game for her though, just a little bit of fun and Rist is never trying to be truly hurtful or mean. She loves to get others to do things with her actually, the more the merrier.

Curious: Rist is overly curious about anything that moves. She wants to know everything she can about the cats she meet and if there is something special she wants know she’ll surely try to find a way to get it. The stranger they are the more interested she’ll be. Odd and unusual cats, whether it be their appearance or personality, are her favourites to get to know. It won’t be easy to get rid of her if you are one, if there is something Ristal has patience for it’s threading lightly with cats she want to keep close.

Playful: Playing, exploring or whatever high-tempo activty you can think up, Ristal will surely tag along. One can say Rist has the same eagerness that kits have, just with a darker twist. While others may find ‘fun’ to be a play-fight or a race around the trees, she sees fun as exploring the creepy forest or a play of tag in the maze of tunnels. A real daredevil, always wanting to try new things or go where one shouldn’t. Anything mild or meekly is nothing for her. Rist wants to feel the rush and excitment, testing how far the line goes and when enough is enough.

Observant: Due to her intense interest with other cats, she has become very attentive and is usually very good at reading others. She loves to observe strangers, their appearance, body language, speech... anything that can tell her more about the cat.

Harsh: Rist isn’t afraid to speak her mind; she would do so rather vivid actually. Whether it be her opinion on a chore or a cat. It will often come of as rude but most times it is never with the intention to hurt someones feelings. In her view, not being able to handle a harsh comment makes you weak. The world is not an easy place and how are you going to surive if you get crushed by mere words? Rist has in general a pretty tough view of the world and might get annoyed by meek or crying cats. But, with some cases, she might soften up.

Sly: This trait comes along with her mischievous attitude. She can be very manipulative and will often try to persuade others in to doing what she wants when they say no. She will lie or try to coax them to follow, anything that makes them agree with her. It’s mostly when she wants to have fun though, so far she has never used this part of her to cause any bigger harm.

Loyal: It can obviously be hard for some cats to like Ristal, but if someone has a personality that goes along well with hers or if one can look past her flaws and be able to handle her, she is a friend for life. Of course, Rist will quickly see a cat she’s met as a friend, even if the other cat hates her. However, to the ones she grows closer with; she will stay loyal to forever. It would take something extreme to make her change her mind and dislike a friend. Whatever has happened, Rist will stick by and help a friend in trouble.

Flirty: Male, female, Ristal really doesn't care who she flirts with, she'll do it if she wants to. It has nothing to do with being in love or anything, she does it because it's fun, finds the cat attractive or because she wants to see how the other will react. It's like every other action she does, it's a fun game. She will never become serious with anyone, never fall in love. Sometimes she might find someone she ends up liking, of course, but she will never taken on someone to be her one and only mate. Ristal could have a close relationship with someone, but she would not swear herself to them, she would still consider herself to be free to have fun with others.

Other traits: Optimistic, rash, carefree

Backstory:

Starting Wild
As a child of two second generation exiles, Ristal was born, along with her sister, in a small group of exiles that had mostly kept to themselves further to the north. She was a “special” kit from the very start. Rist, or Thistle as her mother had named her due to the colour of her fur, showed early signs of being quite wild. She was always running off whenever her mother looked away, causing troubles, and spoke her mind more than one should, even when being told not to. Much unlike her sister Ivy, Thistle became a burden for her mother, who found it harder for each day that passed to connect with her child and love her. She began to care more for Ivy and paid little attention to her unruly kit as they grew.

Thistle wasn’t left alone though; she had an uncle with a similar personality who found her much more likable than her sister. So she grew up with him instead, something that might have been more harmful than good as the breezy childhood she got may have shaped her flaws. The young girl never felt hurt by her mother’s lack of care as she truly enjoyed the time with her uncle and saw him much more as a parent and a role model. She never met her real father, he had been an exile living further away, a simple cat that her mother had once stumbled upon and all there had been between the two was just a small flirt.

Time went by and as Thistle grew, she started to leave the surroundings the group resided at, being holed up at the same place didn’t sit with her well and she ventured out a lot to see and find new things, other cats to meet. Doing so, her own small group was once in a while given a time of relief, happy to not be bothered by her. She loved her family though, in her own special way, but Thistle never felt bound to anything, not even them. She soon left, curious to see more of the world.

Meeting Red
At first she only wandered around, whenever she met a new cat she only followed them for a few days. Few proved to be worthy of her time in her mind. It wasn’t until two months later after leaving her family that she met a tom she stuck by with for a longer period. He called himself Red and shared the same playfulness and love for exploring as her; it made the two of them quickly bond as friends.

She hadn’t been around when Ezreal came to ask for help from the exiles but was instead told of it and everything that had happened a half year later when she and Red encountered two exiles that were heading for the Tribes. Oh, Thistle had indeed heard of the Tribes, her uncle had told her grand stories of them. Though if all were true was another question, since he himself had never been part of it. But Thistle didn’t leave with the second exiles, only because Red refused to. While her uncle’s stories had been vivid and extreme, Red told it differently. He spoke of rules and chores and how she would feel trapped if she would join. So, she stayed with him.

Finding Curiosity
However, the she-cat continued to ask about the Tribes afterwards whenever she met a new cat. As she learned more, she soon found herself intrigued by them. That they were so divided into groups, that each cat was loyal to their own tribe and the powers, oh how the powers intrigued her. It sounded so different from the life she lived so far and she could meet so many new cats, see so many new places. Red, on the other hand, had no interest in the Tribes and slowly grew annoyed by Thistle’s increasing curiosity. He held a small hate for them, having parents that were first generation exiles and whos opinions and values had affected the tom in his early year. One day he finally snapped and in anger told Thistle to forget about the Tribes. He argued how there was nothing for her there, that she wouldn’t be able to handle living in a tribe. The tom’s words had a reverse effect on her though and Thistle saw it as a challenge. His outbreak had made her determined that joining was what she should do, that it would be so much more fun than wandering around with him. So they parted, him in anger and she in delight, heading for the Tribes.

Exploring Light (RP story start)
Ristal joined in the middle of the Caiman conflict and thus barely took part in the final battle with them. Her healing skills weren’t really the best at that time, not only because she was new and had few to help her get started, but because she never really cared. Not knowing what her tattoo meant, Ristal had joined the Tribes in hope to be given amazing powers, not something as boring as healing. Still, the shecat had quickly accepted her fate, some kind of power was better than no power at all. At the same time as the Caiman conflict she also got to know a tribemate of hers, Zarya, an Orange-Light whos optimistic personality and strange fear had Ristal interested right from the start. She certainly considered her a close friend, whether or not Zarya agreed

Glaring Envy
The secondary power, poison, that was given to the Light-Tribe did not sit well with Ristal because of the simple reason that she hadn’t been given it. She felt like she had been cheated out of it simply because of her gender and so, for some time, she was incredibly envious of all the males in the tribe. But, like before, she came to accept this, though at a much slower pace.

Collecting Interests
So the Tribes won over the Caimans, woopie! And Ristal could finally go about meeting new interesting cats much easier. One cat she met, a cat she likes to call her greatest find, was a Green-Shadow by the name of Requiem. One look at him and she was hooked. His strange and rare appearance intrigued her to no end and is basically the definition of what kind of cats the she finds truly the most interesting. Due to his looks, she also decided to call him Wrinkles, something he apparently dislikes which she only finds amusing.
A few months later, she was also given an apprentice by the name of Yukiteru, or Yuki as he rathered be called. Well aware the she wasn’t really the definition of a good mentor, Ristal was still happy to be given someone to teach. Not in the way most others think. No she didn’t really care about teaching per se, she was glad because this was a different kind of relationship she would get, and how her apprentice would react, behave and how everything would evolve intrigued her.

- Had a bit too much fun while high with Requiem and ended up pregnant.
- Hated being pregnant and did not want the kits at all.
- Gave birth to three kits, fell in love with them due to their weirdness.
- Was an odd mom.
- Zarya died and, in anger and grief, Ristal blamed it all on Kintsu.
- She slowly learned to deal with it.
- When the Spirits came back, she didn't hesitate one bit at the chance of better powers.
- Became a Orange-Void and a soldier.
- Somehow ended up mentoring Coud how to fight.

Heartchart: snowwire.deviantart.com/art/TG…

Trivia:

Voice: High pitched, sometimes with a slightly sly tone. www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuw…
Sexuality: Bisexual
Preference: Just be a cat really... though unique appearance or personality is a plus.
Life ideology:Have fun, don’t care, let go.
Dream: Her kits creating more tiny wrinkles (babies)
Fear: Dying

Favourites
Season: Summer
Colour: Red
Prey: Any bird
Hobby: Exploring, pranking, studying others
Place: The Rolling Bridge

- Rist loves chasing birds.
- While she has a fearless attitude, Rist would flee the second her life is truly at stake.
- She would fear/respect a cat with a higher position,
- In her view, the one who holds the higher position is the one with the strength. The cat just got to be willing to show it and not fear hurting her.
- She doesn't care about the personal space of others.
- She sees no problem in having more than one partners.
- She likes kittens and younglings, mostly because they are usually eager to have fun.

Family
Mother: Lean – alive, exile
Father: Unknown – exile
Sister: Ivy – alive, exile
Uncle: Dalon – alive, exile

Attraction(s): Requiem, Lydia

Kittens:
Shrike
Tern
Jackdaw

Roleplay example:
The sun’s rays flittered through the leaves of the high tree crowns, dotting the ground in speckles of light. Atop of stone laid the redish coloured cat, her chin resting on the rough surface with a wide grin on her lips. The she-cat was currently observing another of her kind who, quite unsucessfully, was trying to climb a tree. A tree that held plenty of bird nests.
The tom kept a grip of the trunk with his claws and with a shakey movement tried to climb higher. It went like it had done all the other three times though. He slipped with his grip and fell down on the ground with muffled sound.
Thistle who had been watching from the beginning couldn’t contain herself anymore and, with a snort from the restrain, let out a high pitched laugh. ”Honestly Branch, what kind of cat are you?” The she-cat was able to get out between her laughs. She jumped down from the stone and padded over to the tom in lithe movements. ”Can’t even climb a tree, hmh, you certainly aren’t living up to your name.” She said with a smirk. Branch on the other hand only sat there with an expression of both anger and annoyance, maybe even a bit hurt. ”Why are you always like that? What happened to you to made you so... so...” His anger stopped him from finding his words.
Thistle’s eyes narrowed. ”Ooh, right, I couldn’t possibly act like this without a sad story to it, hm? Yes, something must have happened to me, a broken childhood maybe? Perhaps I have trust issues because my mother abandoned me and my father never gave me any love.” She went one with a feigned tone of sadness before she turned to laugh harshly. ”Don’t be dull Branch, it has never suited you. Now let’s go do something else.”

Ristal & art © Snowwire