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DISCLAIMER!!
Art belongs to XxUkarixX
The beautiful design was made by liracal
Also, special thanks to both pastel-narwhal , davphin , and daliish
for letting me borrow some parts of the layout description

B A S I C S
Current Name: Arachnid
Namesake: An eight legged arthropod, like spiders.
Pronounciation: uh-rak-nid

Previous Name(s): n/a
  Nickname(s): Arachni (by her brothers), Ara, Spider Queen

Age: Five Years
  Age Joined: At birth

Gender: Female
  Gender Identity: Female

Clan: WaterClan
  Previous: n/a

Rank: Warrior
      Current Apprentice: n/a
Previous Apprentice(s): Fatal (Sammsy-Chan ), Acidic (Xx0DemonWolf0xX )
Previous Mentor(s): Eel

Religious Beliefs: ★★
"It's not like I don't believe in the Spirit World, in a sense, I do. I just don't put as much faith in them as others. As for the Avatar, she may be around, but just because she can bend all four elements, means she can bring peace and balance. It's also up to us to do that."

P H Y S I C A L
Breed:
  25% Russian Blue, 25% Nebelung, 25% Turkish Angora, 25% Somali

Fur Statistics:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Soft
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Long
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Short

Build Statistics:
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Tall
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Short
●●●○○○○○○○ ➟ Slim
●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Muscular

Overall Description:
Arachnid is a tall, leggy she-cat, known to be bigger than the average she-cat, and even some males in her clan. She has an even layer of muscle spread out over her body, which aids her in battle, as she is a rather strong she-cat, whom uses her speed and superior strength to overpower her opponents. Her fur is a stunning blue-gray in color, dappled with a web like tabby pattern across her pelt. Each paw is a light gray, and rimmed with black. Her tail tip, face, chest, and belly, is this same color of light gray.

Scars:
Beneath that fluffy pelt, Arachnid has a multitude of scars, all due to her abusive upbringing. A couple of the few she has is a long scar that covers the length of her belly, as well as a burn mark she had received during battle. However, the scars noted, like the others, cannot be found unless one decided to pick through the layers of her pelt.

Noticeable Traits:

Her large, leggy size

Known Disabilities:

None to be noted

Accessories:

Water pouch, given to her by her father, as it is normally passed down from generation to generation. It looks like this .

Voice:

Cara Delevingne

P E R S O N A L I T Y
= Neutral Trait |  = Good Trait |  = Bad Trait

{ Easygoing } "Oh no, it's perfectly alright. Don't sweat it, sweetheart."
    [ synonyms : tolerant, mellow, broad-minded, good natured ]
Arachnid, despite her reputation, is actually a rather easygoing individual. She's friendly, and generally not the type to judge others too quickly. This trait often makes her a truly great friend, for she doesn't judge others too easily, nor would she hold a grudge against them for wrong doings. Of course, that is if one does decide to befriend her.

{ Confident } "My apprentices? Well if we're being honest, I believe they're the best out there."
    [ synonyms : self assured, can-do, positive ]
Arachnid is extremely confident not only in her own abilities, but those around her. She very much believes WaterClan is the best Clan out there, and has no problem with making this known to others if need be. Although because of this, some may look at this trait as a negative one, it actually does turn out in Arachnid's favor, for her positivity not only for herself, but for others (i.e; her apprentices / family) can be truly aspiring.

{ Charismatic } "My, my, my, aren't you looking swell this evening~"
    [ synonyms : charming, magnetic, captivating, attractive ]
Arachnid seems to exude this rather calm, perhaps even cool headed persona, and such seems to be pretty magnetic to some. It both makes Arachnid comes off as eyecatching, but in some ways, intimidating, depending on which side of Arachnid one receives. But either way, she's sure to catch your attention, using a colorful vocabulary when complimenting a nice looking she-cat, or when putting an overly confident tom back in his place.

{ Flirtatious } "Mmm, I just love FireClan cats, they're so... How do you say, fiery~"
    [ synonyms : flirty, coquettish, provocative, inviting ]
If there is one thing Arachnid is good at, aside from her bending, it's definitely her ability to flirt. The she-cat knows how to talk, and say the right things that just might score her a rather interesting night out. Any she-cat, she knows how to flatter them all. She also absolutely loves herself a challenge, as well as feisty she-cats that can give her a bit of problem. Her flirtatiousness is often seen, or prodominant when around a nice looking she-cat, and even at gatherings, where she could scope out a pretty new face from the abundant crowd.

{ Humorous } "Say, fire babe, if FireClan sets some of it’s territory on fire, would they call upon WaterClan? To, you know, put out the fire of course."
    [ synonyms : amusing, funny, sarcastic, snide ]
Arachnid, coupled with her charismatic personality, and flirtatiousness, often uses her humor as an asset in all social interactions. Whether she be playfully flirting with a joke, or using her humor off offhandedly in order to insult another in a way that would be considered funny. Her humor comes in many forms, sarcasm being one that is predominant throughout, especially when she is putting someone back in their respective place when they just so happen to stray out of line. This trait can be seen as good and bad, being as some felines purely do enjoy her humor, while others, can see it as awful and disrespectful.

{ Determined } "C'mon, you can do this."
    [ synonyms : resolute, adamant, unwavering, unyielding ]
Arachnid is definitely not the type to back down from a challenge, and is always determined to succeed in everything that she does. Whether it be by getting the girl, or training her apprentices to become the very best they possibly can be. She will always strive for herself, and others to become better than they can. This also just so happens to be a newer trait for Arachnid, considering for a long time, she never quite cared in succeeding, or being the best.

{ Impulsive } "We're going to do this, no if, ands, or buts."
    [ synonyms : hasty, reckless, foolhardy, unwise ]
Sometimes Arachnid goes into things without thinking, and this usually ends up costing her greatly like it has in the past. Although, now'a'days, she does try to think things through more often than not, she does, at times, go into things without thinking, and thus, it'd get her in serious trouble.

{ Crude } "I'm sorry, I'm not into those with saggy tits between their legs."
    [ synonyms : vulgar, rude, bawdy, indecent ]
Arachnid is definitely a crude she-cat when it comes to word choice in some instances. Most times, she'd use her colorful vocabulary to be able to swoon those around her, while other times, she seems to do the absolute opposite. Her mouth can get her into undesirable situations, considering that paired with her impulsiveness, it can get her into deep crap. Normally, this trait only ever rears it's ugly head when she is knocking a cocky tom down a peg or two.

{ Rule breaker } "Rules? Are you serious, are you really going to let them hold you back?"
    [ synonyms : miscreant, felon, ruffian, offender ]
Arachnid is not one whom considers herself bound by the rules. She doesn't view cross clan relationships as wrong, a long with a multitude of other things. She has killed before, and has done things that most wouldn't be proud of. However, because she doesn't quite have any care for rules, this is often seen as a severely negative trait.

[ Overall ]
Rule breaker
Crude
Impulsive
Determined
Humorous
Flirtatious
Charismatic
Confident
Easygoing

[ Extra Traits ]
Depressed
Unprejudiced
Affectionate / Compassionate

[ Likes ]
She-cats
Fish
Long walks

[ Dislikes ]
Cocky toms
Those whom believe they could beat her up
Those whom mess with her loved ones

[ Hobbies ]
Fishing
Improving on her venom/poison bending
Collecting dead bugs

[ Goals ]
To one day gain her families respect back
To become a respectable warrior of WaterClan
To become a mother

[ Fears ]
Being hated by her loved ones
Killing someone
To be a monster

S E X U A L I T Y
Current Mate: n/a
  Previous Mate(s): n/a

Orientation: Homoromantic, Homosexual
    Activity: Active, unpure (yes, she did have a fling or two in the past)
  Mate Status: Open
"Bring it on, ladies~"

    Looking For:

Lasting Relationship - ✔
Quick Fling - ✔
Unsure - x

Finds Attractive: [ name || clan || active/npc ]
      Finds Unattractive: [name || clan || active/npc]

Preferences:
Anything with a tail. Although, those whom pose a challenge intrigue her. She doesn't have much preference in appearance, and thinks all she-cats have their own assets in which make them beautiful.

S K I L L S
Basic Statistics:
Attack: ●●●●●●○○○○ Stamina: ●●●●●●●●○○ Strength: ●●●●●●●○○○ Agility: ●●●●●●●○○○ Defense: ●●●●●●●●○○
Tactic: ●●●●●●●○○○ Speed: ●●●●●●●○○○ Intelligence: ●●●●●●●●○○

Skill Statistics:
Hunting: ●●●●●○○○○○ Tracking: ●●●●○○○○○○ Stalking: ●●●●●●●○○○ Swimming: ●●●●●●●●●● Jumping: ●●●●●●○○○○
Climbing: ●●○○○○○○○○   Stealth: ●●●●●●●●●○ Herbal/Plant/Fungus Knowledge: ○○○○○○○○○○

Bending Statistics: (2 Novice, 4 Advanced)
Water Manip: ●●●●●●●●●● Water Pressure Manip: ●●●●●●●●●● Multiple Water Whips: ●●●●●●●○○○ Octopus Form: ●●●●●●●●●○ Razor Rings: ●●●●●●●●○○
Ice Prison: ●●●●●●●○○○

[ Wanting to Learn... ]
Bloodbending

Style:
Arachnid has a unique way of bending. Being as she has quite an infatuation with spiders, particularly the venomous kind, she often implicates such in her bending. Using the pouch of poison she has, normally tied to her hip, she mixes such with her waterbending, giving her an edge. Any move that manages to take a hit, is laced with poison, thus able to poison her foe during battle. However, she only uses this way of bending during dire times, like battles, and border skirmishes. Otherwise, she uses normal waterbending. A unique thing that she does, is when she uses her Octopus Form, she instead makes her octopus resemble more of a spider. She is able to get her venom/poison by extracting it from dead animals in which use venom to dispatch their prey, mixing it with water and storing it away in her pouch that she often wears wrapped around her thigh/leg.

[ Strengths ]
An all around strong bender
Fast & Agile, like a spider
Strong swimmer
[ Weaknesses ]
Not the best Hunter in her Clan
No herbal knowledge
Climbing skills definitely need work

F A M I L Y T R E E

Mother:
    Crescent | Deceased | Spirit World - Description

Father:
    Copper | Deceased | Spirit World - Description

Littermates:
    Thrush | Deceased | Spirit World - Description
Name | Tryout Link Here | WaterClan - Description
Name | Tryout Link Here | WaterClan - Description

Other Siblings:
  n/a

Other Family:
  Minnow | GenerationK | WaterClan - Description

Mate:
None as of yet

Kits:
None as of yet

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Click Here for Relationships

T R I V I A
Theme Song: To be decided!

[ Favorites ]
    Prey: tba
    Season: tba
    Time of Day: tba
    Color: tba
    Scent: tba
    Place: tba
    Activity: tba

[ Fun Facts ]
TO BE ADDED

H I S T O R Y

Click for History

R O L E P L A Y
Current Status: Open
  Timezone: EST; Eastern Standard Time

  Roleplay Availability:

      Chatrooms - This isn't my most preferred method, but I'm willing to try it.

      Notes - This is perhaps my most preferred method.

      Skype - This is another method I like as well.

      Google Docs - I've never done this before, but I'm willing to try. You just have to explain this method to me.

      Forum - I've never posted on a forum before, although I've been to forum sites, they're pretty complicated to me. But I can try, but I might respond
slower than usual considering I need to figure out how to do it.

      Comments - I've actually never Roleplayed in the comments before, but to my knowledge it can be pretty crowded. I don't exactly prefer this method.

      Roleplay Ratings:
  G - Yes
  PG - Yes
PG-13 - Yes
  R/M - Yes

Roleplay Example: Taken from a drabble I wrote

Shrewmask thought she had been dreaming. Or more like, she wished she had been dreaming. At least, whatever happened in dreams, were never real. But this, this was certainly real.

Before her lay the frozen, hairless body of the one cat that she could honestly say that probably meant the most to her out of the many cats she had met during her lifetime. Or one of them, at the very least. Curled up, cold and and unresponsive, was Maggotbelly. A cat in which Shrewmask had loved from afar ever since the very beginning of her time with StormClan. It had been moons ago, but she could remember the first day she met him, so warm and kind to her, whom never questioned her strength or abilities as a cat. He had been one of the many few, and now, he lay dead before her. Cold and alone. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, and especially, not to him.

The she-cat crouched beside him, her much smaller body trying oh so desperately to curl around him, as if she could somehow, in some weird miracle, thaw him out. But he didn't stirr. He was so stiff. A sound escaped her before she even realized it, as well as the wetness on her cheeks that had somehow had now came to her realization. How long had she been crying? Did she just start? Or did she begin when she had first laid eyes on him, but too numb to notice from the initial shock? She didn't know. But those salty tears streamed, and the loud wails that escaped her left her throat raw and aching. But she didn't stop, couldn't stop.

"Maggot...belly." It was the first word she had managed during her sobbing, and still the way her voice contorted with /emotion/ was extremely unfamiliar to her. Was that her even speaking? It had to be, nobody else was around to see her in such a pitiful state. She pressed herself as close as she possibly could, her body contorting to fit against his. She searched for comfort, just like she had done when she was a kit, and naturally, his warmth would have enveloped her and left her feeling sleepy and lulled into contentment. But there was none of that here, just a cold, empty body of what once was the tom she loved dearly, whom she still loved dearly, even in death.

Death...

Maggotbelly.. Dead... It was so uncanny to her. How could he be... dead. How could something so warm, so kind, and so deserving of life, be dead? Left in the cold to freeze; forgotten. No, this wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't Maggotbelly's place! He should have died, old and content beside Littlefoot. Not alone, and so utterly cold that even the blood that pumped through his viens were frozen. This was not his place. No, this was her place. She was supposed to die alone, frozen as no cat wished to sleep beside her. This was not a death worthy for him, he deserved to die at peace, as an elder. That was supposed to be the way he went.

Slowly, instead of sadness, anger began to fill the void in her heart. Bitter, hateful anger. Who did this? Who left him alone?! Why wasn't Littlefoot around?! Littlefoot... the she-cat Maggotbelly had chosen to spend his life with, and she was nowhere! Did she even care that her mate was dead, frozen solid by the deathly chill of leaf-bare? How could she let such a valuable tom pass in such a way! She should have been around, to keep him warm through even the coldest of nights! Why... wasn't she here.

Why did Shrewmask have to lay beside the tom she loved so dearly, for the first time in moons, but he was not conscious of it? Why did he have to be dead.. Sadness took over her entire being once more, and she just lay there, allowing the warm and salty tears to melt the snow that they fell upon. Why! Why? Why...

Why did he have to be taken away from her just when she was finally used to watching and admiring him from afar. If StarClan was real, why did they decide that it was his time to pass on? Why did every good being that meant something to her, had to be taken away? Why did she have to be alone? It wasn't fun being alone, she had known loneliness for her entire life, but still, the loneliness she had felt in that moment, could not equate to any pain she had felt in her lifetime. Her chest was tight, and breathes in themselves were hard to get in and out of her lungs. Her paws were numb with cold, and she could barely feel the tips of her ears. But all of that didn't matter! It'd never matter! She knew from that moment on, a deep wound had been left within her heart, one she was sure that would never heal. It'd always remain open and bleeding. A life without Maggotbelly hardly seemed like a life at all... She'd miss those times, where she had found strange pride to have lined his nest with feathers. Or to greet him with a small, and barely audible 'hello' whenever she could. Maybe even a privledge to see that smile of his, even though it wasn't her that made him feel happiness. It was all enough to make Shrewmask at least somewhat content. But what now? Would there be any of that anymore? Certainly not! The thought alone tore the already gaping hole in Shrewmask's heart bigger.

From now on, no Maggotbelly. There would be no way she could have told him she loved him now, her first love. The one of the very few persons she feared for; fought for, lived for. The tom whom she would have protected with her life! The feline whom she had loved without reason... That had never, and would never love her in the same way. He was gone, completely, from her life now. And there was no way of bringing him back. No amount of bodyheat shared would thaw the life back into him. No, nothing could be done.

So without knowing what else to do, than to feel sorry for herself and her poor excuse of a life, and feel sorry for her dear friend, and beloved, Maggotbelly, she wept.

"I'm so, so sorry..." She said, the words broken and barely distinguished. I love you she thought. I'm sorry, so sorry.

Description

DISCLAIMER!!
Art belongs to XxUkarixX
The beautiful design was made by liracal
Also, special thanks to both pastel-narwhal , davphin , and daliish
for letting me borrow some parts of the layout description

B A S I C S
Current Name: Arachnid
Namesake: An eight legged arthropod, like spiders.
Pronounciation: uh-rak-nid

Previous Name(s): n/a
  Nickname(s): Arachni (by her brothers), Ara, Spider Queen

Age: Five Years
  Age Joined: At birth

Gender: Female
  Gender Identity: Female

Clan: WaterClan
  Previous: n/a

Rank: Warrior
      Current Apprentice: n/a
Previous Apprentice(s): Fatal (Sammsy-Chan ), Acidic (Xx0DemonWolf0xX )
Previous Mentor(s): Eel

Religious Beliefs: ★★
"It's not like I don't believe in the Spirit World, in a sense, I do. I just don't put as much faith in them as others. As for the Avatar, she may be around, but just because she can bend all four elements, means she can bring peace and balance. It's also up to us to do that."

P H Y S I C A L
Breed:
  25% Russian Blue, 25% Nebelung, 25% Turkish Angora, 25% Somali

Fur Statistics:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Rough
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Soft
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Long
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Short

Build Statistics:
●●●●●●●●○○ ➟ Tall
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Short
●●●○○○○○○○ ➟ Slim
●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Muscular

Overall Description:
Arachnid is a tall, leggy she-cat, known to be bigger than the average she-cat, and even some males in her clan. She has an even layer of muscle spread out over her body, which aids her in battle, as she is a rather strong she-cat, whom uses her speed and superior strength to overpower her opponents. Her fur is a stunning blue-gray in color, dappled with a web like tabby pattern across her pelt. Each paw is a light gray, and rimmed with black. Her tail tip, face, chest, and belly, is this same color of light gray.

Scars:
Beneath that fluffy pelt, Arachnid has a multitude of scars, all due to her abusive upbringing. A couple of the few she has is a long scar that covers the length of her belly, as well as a burn mark she had received during battle. However, the scars noted, like the others, cannot be found unless one decided to pick through the layers of her pelt.

Noticeable Traits:

Her large, leggy size

Known Disabilities:

None to be noted

Accessories:

Water pouch, given to her by her father, as it is normally passed down from generation to generation. It looks like this .

Voice:

Cara Delevingne

P E R S O N A L I T Y
= Neutral Trait |  = Good Trait |  = Bad Trait

{ Easygoing } "Oh no, it's perfectly alright. Don't sweat it, sweetheart."
    [ synonyms : tolerant, mellow, broad-minded, good natured ]
Arachnid, despite her reputation, is actually a rather easygoing individual. She's friendly, and generally not the type to judge others too quickly. This trait often makes her a truly great friend, for she doesn't judge others too easily, nor would she hold a grudge against them for wrong doings. Of course, that is if one does decide to befriend her.

{ Confident } "My apprentices? Well if we're being honest, I believe they're the best out there."
    [ synonyms : self assured, can-do, positive ]
Arachnid is extremely confident not only in her own abilities, but those around her. She very much believes WaterClan is the best Clan out there, and has no problem with making this known to others if need be. Although because of this, some may look at this trait as a negative one, it actually does turn out in Arachnid's favor, for her positivity not only for herself, but for others (i.e; her apprentices / family) can be truly aspiring.

{ Charismatic } "My, my, my, aren't you looking swell this evening~"
    [ synonyms : charming, magnetic, captivating, attractive ]
Arachnid seems to exude this rather calm, perhaps even cool headed persona, and such seems to be pretty magnetic to some. It both makes Arachnid comes off as eyecatching, but in some ways, intimidating, depending on which side of Arachnid one receives. But either way, she's sure to catch your attention, using a colorful vocabulary when complimenting a nice looking she-cat, or when putting an overly confident tom back in his place.

{ Flirtatious } "Mmm, I just love FireClan cats, they're so... How do you say, fiery~"
    [ synonyms : flirty, coquettish, provocative, inviting ]
If there is one thing Arachnid is good at, aside from her bending, it's definitely her ability to flirt. The she-cat knows how to talk, and say the right things that just might score her a rather interesting night out. Any she-cat, she knows how to flatter them all. She also absolutely loves herself a challenge, as well as feisty she-cats that can give her a bit of problem. Her flirtatiousness is often seen, or prodominant when around a nice looking she-cat, and even at gatherings, where she could scope out a pretty new face from the abundant crowd.

{ Humorous } "Say, fire babe, if FireClan sets some of it’s territory on fire, would they call upon WaterClan? To, you know, put out the fire of course."
    [ synonyms : amusing, funny, sarcastic, snide ]
Arachnid, coupled with her charismatic personality, and flirtatiousness, often uses her humor as an asset in all social interactions. Whether she be playfully flirting with a joke, or using her humor off offhandedly in order to insult another in a way that would be considered funny. Her humor comes in many forms, sarcasm being one that is predominant throughout, especially when she is putting someone back in their respective place when they just so happen to stray out of line. This trait can be seen as good and bad, being as some felines purely do enjoy her humor, while others, can see it as awful and disrespectful.

{ Determined } "C'mon, you can do this."
    [ synonyms : resolute, adamant, unwavering, unyielding ]
Arachnid is definitely not the type to back down from a challenge, and is always determined to succeed in everything that she does. Whether it be by getting the girl, or training her apprentices to become the very best they possibly can be. She will always strive for herself, and others to become better than they can. This also just so happens to be a newer trait for Arachnid, considering for a long time, she never quite cared in succeeding, or being the best.

{ Impulsive } "We're going to do this, no if, ands, or buts."
    [ synonyms : hasty, reckless, foolhardy, unwise ]
Sometimes Arachnid goes into things without thinking, and this usually ends up costing her greatly like it has in the past. Although, now'a'days, she does try to think things through more often than not, she does, at times, go into things without thinking, and thus, it'd get her in serious trouble.

{ Crude } "I'm sorry, I'm not into those with saggy tits between their legs."
    [ synonyms : vulgar, rude, bawdy, indecent ]
Arachnid is definitely a crude she-cat when it comes to word choice in some instances. Most times, she'd use her colorful vocabulary to be able to swoon those around her, while other times, she seems to do the absolute opposite. Her mouth can get her into undesirable situations, considering that paired with her impulsiveness, it can get her into deep crap. Normally, this trait only ever rears it's ugly head when she is knocking a cocky tom down a peg or two.

{ Rule breaker } "Rules? Are you serious, are you really going to let them hold you back?"
    [ synonyms : miscreant, felon, ruffian, offender ]
Arachnid is not one whom considers herself bound by the rules. She doesn't view cross clan relationships as wrong, a long with a multitude of other things. She has killed before, and has done things that most wouldn't be proud of. However, because she doesn't quite have any care for rules, this is often seen as a severely negative trait.

[ Overall ]
Rule breaker
Crude
Impulsive
Determined
Humorous
Flirtatious
Charismatic
Confident
Easygoing

[ Extra Traits ]
Depressed
Unprejudiced
Affectionate / Compassionate

[ Likes ]
She-cats
Fish
Long walks

[ Dislikes ]
Cocky toms
Those whom believe they could beat her up
Those whom mess with her loved ones

[ Hobbies ]
Fishing
Improving on her venom/poison bending
Collecting dead bugs

[ Goals ]
To one day gain her families respect back
To become a respectable warrior of WaterClan
To become a mother

[ Fears ]
Being hated by her loved ones
Killing someone
To be a monster

S E X U A L I T Y
Current Mate: n/a
  Previous Mate(s): n/a

Orientation: Homoromantic, Homosexual
    Activity: Active, unpure (yes, she did have a fling or two in the past)
  Mate Status: Open
"Bring it on, ladies~"

    Looking For:

Lasting Relationship - ✔
Quick Fling - ✔
Unsure - x

Finds Attractive: [ name || clan || active/npc ]
      Finds Unattractive: [name || clan || active/npc]

Preferences:
Anything with a tail. Although, those whom pose a challenge intrigue her. She doesn't have much preference in appearance, and thinks all she-cats have their own assets in which make them beautiful.

S K I L L S
Basic Statistics:
Attack: ●●●●●●○○○○ Stamina: ●●●●●●●●○○ Strength: ●●●●●●●○○○ Agility: ●●●●●●●○○○ Defense: ●●●●●●●●○○
Tactic: ●●●●●●●○○○ Speed: ●●●●●●●○○○ Intelligence: ●●●●●●●●○○

Skill Statistics:
Hunting: ●●●●●○○○○○ Tracking: ●●●●○○○○○○ Stalking: ●●●●●●●○○○ Swimming: ●●●●●●●●●● Jumping: ●●●●●●○○○○
Climbing: ●●○○○○○○○○   Stealth: ●●●●●●●●●○ Herbal/Plant/Fungus Knowledge: ○○○○○○○○○○

Bending Statistics: (2 Novice, 4 Advanced)
Water Manip: ●●●●●●●●●● Water Pressure Manip: ●●●●●●●●●● Multiple Water Whips: ●●●●●●●○○○ Octopus Form: ●●●●●●●●●○ Razor Rings: ●●●●●●●●○○
Ice Prison: ●●●●●●●○○○

[ Wanting to Learn... ]
Bloodbending

Style:
Arachnid has a unique way of bending. Being as she has quite an infatuation with spiders, particularly the venomous kind, she often implicates such in her bending. Using the pouch of poison she has, normally tied to her hip, she mixes such with her waterbending, giving her an edge. Any move that manages to take a hit, is laced with poison, thus able to poison her foe during battle. However, she only uses this way of bending during dire times, like battles, and border skirmishes. Otherwise, she uses normal waterbending. A unique thing that she does, is when she uses her Octopus Form, she instead makes her octopus resemble more of a spider. She is able to get her venom/poison by extracting it from dead animals in which use venom to dispatch their prey, mixing it with water and storing it away in her pouch that she often wears wrapped around her thigh/leg.

[ Strengths ]
An all around strong bender
Fast & Agile, like a spider
Strong swimmer
[ Weaknesses ]
Not the best Hunter in her Clan
No herbal knowledge
Climbing skills definitely need work

F A M I L Y T R E E

Mother:
    Crescent | Deceased | Spirit World - Description

Father:
    Copper | Deceased | Spirit World - Description

Littermates:
    Thrush | Deceased | Spirit World - Description
Name | Tryout Link Here | WaterClan - Description
Name | Tryout Link Here | WaterClan - Description

Other Siblings:
  n/a

Other Family:
  Minnow | GenerationK | WaterClan - Description

Mate:
None as of yet

Kits:
None as of yet

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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T R I V I A
Theme Song: To be decided!

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[ Fun Facts ]
TO BE ADDED

H I S T O R Y

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R O L E P L A Y
Current Status: Open
  Timezone: EST; Eastern Standard Time

  Roleplay Availability:

      Chatrooms - This isn't my most preferred method, but I'm willing to try it.

      Notes - This is perhaps my most preferred method.

      Skype - This is another method I like as well.

      Google Docs - I've never done this before, but I'm willing to try. You just have to explain this method to me.

      Forum - I've never posted on a forum before, although I've been to forum sites, they're pretty complicated to me. But I can try, but I might respond
slower than usual considering I need to figure out how to do it.

      Comments - I've actually never Roleplayed in the comments before, but to my knowledge it can be pretty crowded. I don't exactly prefer this method.

      Roleplay Ratings:
  G - Yes
  PG - Yes
PG-13 - Yes
  R/M - Yes

Roleplay Example: Taken from a drabble I wrote

Shrewmask thought she had been dreaming. Or more like, she wished she had been dreaming. At least, whatever happened in dreams, were never real. But this, this was certainly real.

Before her lay the frozen, hairless body of the one cat that she could honestly say that probably meant the most to her out of the many cats she had met during her lifetime. Or one of them, at the very least. Curled up, cold and and unresponsive, was Maggotbelly. A cat in which Shrewmask had loved from afar ever since the very beginning of her time with StormClan. It had been moons ago, but she could remember the first day she met him, so warm and kind to her, whom never questioned her strength or abilities as a cat. He had been one of the many few, and now, he lay dead before her. Cold and alone. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, and especially, not to him.

The she-cat crouched beside him, her much smaller body trying oh so desperately to curl around him, as if she could somehow, in some weird miracle, thaw him out. But he didn't stirr. He was so stiff. A sound escaped her before she even realized it, as well as the wetness on her cheeks that had somehow had now came to her realization. How long had she been crying? Did she just start? Or did she begin when she had first laid eyes on him, but too numb to notice from the initial shock? She didn't know. But those salty tears streamed, and the loud wails that escaped her left her throat raw and aching. But she didn't stop, couldn't stop.

"Maggot...belly." It was the first word she had managed during her sobbing, and still the way her voice contorted with /emotion/ was extremely unfamiliar to her. Was that her even speaking? It had to be, nobody else was around to see her in such a pitiful state. She pressed herself as close as she possibly could, her body contorting to fit against his. She searched for comfort, just like she had done when she was a kit, and naturally, his warmth would have enveloped her and left her feeling sleepy and lulled into contentment. But there was none of that here, just a cold, empty body of what once was the tom she loved dearly, whom she still loved dearly, even in death.

Death...

Maggotbelly.. Dead... It was so uncanny to her. How could he be... dead. How could something so warm, so kind, and so deserving of life, be dead? Left in the cold to freeze; forgotten. No, this wasn't what was supposed to happen! This wasn't Maggotbelly's place! He should have died, old and content beside Littlefoot. Not alone, and so utterly cold that even the blood that pumped through his viens were frozen. This was not his place. No, this was her place. She was supposed to die alone, frozen as no cat wished to sleep beside her. This was not a death worthy for him, he deserved to die at peace, as an elder. That was supposed to be the way he went.

Slowly, instead of sadness, anger began to fill the void in her heart. Bitter, hateful anger. Who did this? Who left him alone?! Why wasn't Littlefoot around?! Littlefoot... the she-cat Maggotbelly had chosen to spend his life with, and she was nowhere! Did she even care that her mate was dead, frozen solid by the deathly chill of leaf-bare? How could she let such a valuable tom pass in such a way! She should have been around, to keep him warm through even the coldest of nights! Why... wasn't she here.

Why did Shrewmask have to lay beside the tom she loved so dearly, for the first time in moons, but he was not conscious of it? Why did he have to be dead.. Sadness took over her entire being once more, and she just lay there, allowing the warm and salty tears to melt the snow that they fell upon. Why! Why? Why...

Why did he have to be taken away from her just when she was finally used to watching and admiring him from afar. If StarClan was real, why did they decide that it was his time to pass on? Why did every good being that meant something to her, had to be taken away? Why did she have to be alone? It wasn't fun being alone, she had known loneliness for her entire life, but still, the loneliness she had felt in that moment, could not equate to any pain she had felt in her lifetime. Her chest was tight, and breathes in themselves were hard to get in and out of her lungs. Her paws were numb with cold, and she could barely feel the tips of her ears. But all of that didn't matter! It'd never matter! She knew from that moment on, a deep wound had been left within her heart, one she was sure that would never heal. It'd always remain open and bleeding. A life without Maggotbelly hardly seemed like a life at all... She'd miss those times, where she had found strange pride to have lined his nest with feathers. Or to greet him with a small, and barely audible 'hello' whenever she could. Maybe even a privledge to see that smile of his, even though it wasn't her that made him feel happiness. It was all enough to make Shrewmask at least somewhat content. But what now? Would there be any of that anymore? Certainly not! The thought alone tore the already gaping hole in Shrewmask's heart bigger.

From now on, no Maggotbelly. There would be no way she could have told him she loved him now, her first love. The one of the very few persons she feared for; fought for, lived for. The tom whom she would have protected with her life! The feline whom she had loved without reason... That had never, and would never love her in the same way. He was gone, completely, from her life now. And there was no way of bringing him back. No amount of bodyheat shared would thaw the life back into him. No, nothing could be done.

So without knowing what else to do, than to feel sorry for herself and her poor excuse of a life, and feel sorry for her dear friend, and beloved, Maggotbelly, she wept.

"I'm so, so sorry..." She said, the words broken and barely distinguished. I love you she thought. I'm sorry, so sorry.