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FULL BIO LINK
docs.google.com/document/d/1sq…
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[QUICK BIO]
[Name]
Jet
[Age]
3 years (April 2019)
[Soul Class]
[REDACTED]

[Statistics]
-INTELLECT: 2/10
-CHARISMA: 5/10
-STAMINA: 5/10
-STRENGTH: 2/10
-SPEED: 6/10

[Roleplay Sample]

(From RP between Jensen & Cenek of The Golden Butterfly)

[ Green-Fire | Jensen | Stepping Stones/ST Border ]
"Take a deep breath, Jensen. What are you so worried about?" a nervous voice broke through the late afternoon air. It was warm, as the sun was still apparent in the sky, shining almost too warm rays down upon Nandryx. Or maybe that was just him. His pelt did feel kinda itchy, and he was pretty sure he was sweating. Nerves. Why was he so nervous? What were the chances of him being killed on sight by any passerby Shadow-Tribers?
Likely. Or at least, that's what his mind was telling him. He had heard about all the controversy about what happened between Orange-Fire Akarui and Shadow-Tribe. They might see his actions now as instigation, and that was the last thing the tom wanted. The long-legged tom stood, pacing back and forth on the border of Shadow-Tribe, eyes searching the dense brush for a sight of a Shadow-Tribe patrol. It would be the best way in without totally disrespecting the boundaries. It almost felt as if a rut had been formed in the soft land. How long had he been waiting here, pacing? He probably looked crazy enough to any passerby he hadn't noticed, no wonder he hadn't seen a single cat yet.
"Come on…come on…" he kept saying to himself, trying to push the thoughts of doubt from his mind. This was going to be a good decision. To be honest, he had been sitting on this thought for months! Fire-Tribe had slowly become nothing but a place of loneliness to the tom. He would spend nights and days in his own den, only saying few words to Melibourne when she came in to sleep, and some to Nuri. Both of the cats involved in his everyday life were gaining their own lives, and it was time for the tom to move on.
He reassured himself that he'd always be there for them, no matter what tribe he resided in. He needed the companionship only a mate could provide now, and he definitely wasn't getting any of that in Fire-Tribe.
Stuck in his thoughts, the tom barely noticed when a scent had slowly ebbed it's way to his waiting spot. He continued to pace, a determined but distracted look in his eyes as he stared at the ground moving in front of him.

[Credits]
-Group: Paradise-Rising
-Character & Art: waxwiing

Description

FULL BIO LINK
docs.google.com/document/d/1sq…
_________________________________________________________________________

[QUICK BIO]
[Name]
Jet
[Age]
3 years (April 2019)
[Soul Class]
[REDACTED]

[Statistics]
-INTELLECT: 2/10
-CHARISMA: 5/10
-STAMINA: 5/10
-STRENGTH: 2/10
-SPEED: 6/10

[Roleplay Sample]

(From RP between Jensen & Cenek of The Golden Butterfly)

[ Green-Fire | Jensen | Stepping Stones/ST Border ]
"Take a deep breath, Jensen. What are you so worried about?" a nervous voice broke through the late afternoon air. It was warm, as the sun was still apparent in the sky, shining almost too warm rays down upon Nandryx. Or maybe that was just him. His pelt did feel kinda itchy, and he was pretty sure he was sweating. Nerves. Why was he so nervous? What were the chances of him being killed on sight by any passerby Shadow-Tribers?
Likely. Or at least, that's what his mind was telling him. He had heard about all the controversy about what happened between Orange-Fire Akarui and Shadow-Tribe. They might see his actions now as instigation, and that was the last thing the tom wanted. The long-legged tom stood, pacing back and forth on the border of Shadow-Tribe, eyes searching the dense brush for a sight of a Shadow-Tribe patrol. It would be the best way in without totally disrespecting the boundaries. It almost felt as if a rut had been formed in the soft land. How long had he been waiting here, pacing? He probably looked crazy enough to any passerby he hadn't noticed, no wonder he hadn't seen a single cat yet.
"Come on…come on…" he kept saying to himself, trying to push the thoughts of doubt from his mind. This was going to be a good decision. To be honest, he had been sitting on this thought for months! Fire-Tribe had slowly become nothing but a place of loneliness to the tom. He would spend nights and days in his own den, only saying few words to Melibourne when she came in to sleep, and some to Nuri. Both of the cats involved in his everyday life were gaining their own lives, and it was time for the tom to move on.
He reassured himself that he'd always be there for them, no matter what tribe he resided in. He needed the companionship only a mate could provide now, and he definitely wasn't getting any of that in Fire-Tribe.
Stuck in his thoughts, the tom barely noticed when a scent had slowly ebbed it's way to his waiting spot. He continued to pace, a determined but distracted look in his eyes as he stared at the ground moving in front of him.

[Credits]
-Group: Paradise-Rising
-Character & Art: waxwiing