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Description
General Information

Name: Rowan
Past Names: None
Gender: Male
Age: 25 moons
Orientation: Heterosexual
Companion: Pip, the short-leg slider(gecko)

Region Information

Region: North
Rank: Tamer
Guide(s): N/A
Rookie(s): Panthaleon

Element Information

Element: Air
Amount of Ability Stones: 4
Which Spells: Stench, Whirlwind, Propel, Gust
Energy Points: 20

Stench || Air || 1/5 || Description - With the spell, the user releases a toxin into the air of a small area that burns the nose of any cat nearby. This can also lead to watery eyes or cats getting sick to their stomach. Many use this power to escape sticky situations and/or blind an enemy's sense of smell.

Whirlwind || Air || 2/5 || Description - Allows the user to make a small spinning vortex of air. It pulls small items toward the whirlwind itself, and collects them inside. This power cannot be used to damage other cats or animals, and is more or less used by air elemental Searchers to help look for stones or to tidy up the den. Rookies are forbidden to use this when cleaning around camp, as it can sometimes cause more trouble than it’s worth if they cannot keep the whirlwind under control.

Propel || Air || 2/5 || Description - Allows the user to create a soft breeze, allowing them to throw small objects at their opponent.

Gust || Air || 3/5 || Description - The user blows a strong wind at their opponent, throwing the enemy cat a few feet through the air.

Physical Appearance

Rowan is a long, slender cat. His fine, wedge-shaped head flows gracefully into a sloping back and hindquarters, and his body ends in a long, slightly curved tail. He is longer than the average cat, and slightly taller. His delicately-boned body is not ideal for fighting or hunting, but is stealthy, light, and very fast. He tends to avoid direct combat because of this, choosing spells much more often.
His short pelt ripples around his neck and shoulders, much like a Cornish Rex cat, and his whiskers, too, are curled. Although mostly white, patches of creamy beige spot his coat around his head, hips, tail, and paws. Underneath all of the white, he is pointed. His face, tail, and legs are darker than the rest of him.
His thin face has an intelligent and keen look to it, with large inquisitive eyes and a light smile to his mouth at all times. Although his large ears can give an impression of goofiness or kittenhood, he is down-to-earth and gentle in all he does. His eyes are ice blue and clear, and his nose and inner ears are a healthy pink. He wears and amethyst earring in his left ear. He wears his main ability stone on his tail, on a leather band gifted to him by his mother when he was young. He is never seen without it.
Overall, Rowan is a graceful cat with a friendly look to him. He is delicate but quick, and has spirit in his eyes.

His voice is soft, gentle, and low, and never loud. He has a bell-like laugh, and a wonderful, although quite low, singing voice. He tends to draw out his vowel sounds a bit, and rolls almost all of his R's.

His scent is grassy and slightly flowery. It has notes of an earthy soil, and a slight hint of honeysuckle. The grassy scent is from his tendency to roll in the dew-covered meadows on summer mornings. Overall, it is very pleasant.

Stats

Out of ten
Strength: 3
Speed: 10
Attack: 2
Tactics: 8
Stamina: 6
Defense: 3

Personality

Relaxed: Rowan is possibly one of the least high-strung cats you will ever meet. Just like his element, he goes with the flow, and drifts like the breeze. His calming nature often comes to his aide when his friends are feeling stressed, or he is dealing with a particularly difficult animal to train. His relaxed temperament helps him calm others down. He prides himself on his ability to calm even the most wild animals, despite not having psychic powers over them. He can definitely roll with the punches and adapt to new situations, no matter how difficult it may be.

Friendly: When it comes to being a great friend, Rowan can't be beat. He loves to make new friends, and socialize with old ones. He is loyal and incredibly forgiving(maybe even TOO much,) and he will always stick by his buddies. His smile is bright and happy, and he is always open to playtime or a cuddle. He absolutely LOVES kittens, but is always worried that he'll hurt them if he plays with them too hard. He hopes to be a father one day.
He is always quick to welcome newcomers into the region, and is happy to give a new cat a tour around the territory. He loves to help others, and craves socialization.

Gullible: Rowan's friendliness can also get him into trouble sometimes. Because he trusts so easily, even those who he doesn't know very well, he is also quite gullible. He can be tricked or hoodwinked with little effort, and he has been pranked and hurt before. Cats have taken advantage of him for their own personal gain, but even so he is quick to forgive. He worries often that he'll somehow be coerced into helping the Followers just because of his trust.

Cowardly: Rowan isn't a very strong fighter. With his thin limbs and skinny body, he doesn't have as much power to attack or body fat to cushion a hard blow. Because of this, he is known to avoid battle. He will run away from menacing larger cats, and even animals he may be taming! He is even cowardly in love, choosing to let the females make the first move. Even with all of his fear, he is still very skilled in casting spells and taming creatures. He just needs to do so from a safe distance.

Brief History

A kit mewled. It's cries were muffled by the pounding rain, and crashing waves. It was struggling to keep afloat, clutching to a small shattered log, and it's wet coat was weighing it down, forcing it deeper into the raging river. The cold bit at his nose and ears, and the spray from the rain filled his lungs. He slipped from his buoy, plunging into the river and was carried away as his parents screamed for him. Tiny paws flailed uselessly, searching for anything, anything to hold onto. But it was no use, and he was carried away like nothing more than the battered log upon which he had lost his grip. His last cry bubbled, soundlessly, from his mouth before everything went black.

Rowan was born, along with two brothers, to two rogue cats. They were descended from cats from many different regions, but the pair themselves had been wild their entire lives. The mother was an exceptional beauty; grey and white, with a thin graceful body that she passed on to her son. His father was a large ginger tom. He wasn't remarkable in looks, but passed to his son his gentle, friendly nature. Together, the two parents raised their three kits in great happiness.
As time went on, however, the kittens became bolder, and wanted to explore greater and greater territories. The parents did their best to keep track of their children, but Rowan was too adventurous, and was lost on one frigid and rainy right. He wandered, hungry, tired, and mewling, for hours. Although the parents looked for him, and smelled for him, with all of the love and desperation in the world, heavier rains came that washed the kit and his scent away with the water. The rain turned into a river, into which the helpless kitten had been buffeted. He floundered, unable to stay afloat, and eventually was knocked unconscious by floating debris. He was very close to death, unable to breath under the churning waves.
Luck had been on his side, and although he had been swept far far away from his family, he landed on the banks of a river where nearby cats came to drink. They took the small, hungry kit into their nursery, and he was cared for by one of the nursing queens. Being as little as he was, he quickly grew to accept his new mother and adapted quickly to his new life as a kit of the North region. It was evident from the start that he was aligned with the elements, just like the other kits in his surrogate family, and was revealed to be one with the element of air.
He became a rookie, and trained hard with his guide. She was a kind mentor, but rather strict. She did her very best to train him in her ways, but he never quite lived up to everyone's expectations. He wasn't any good with hunting or fighting, but quickly became attached to the many animals there were to be found in the North. Through all of his troubles, he had found his calling. He had some trouble, at first, as he wasn't quite built for the job he wanted to perform. He lacked the psychic ability to communicate with the animals he was meant to tame, but soon his gentle and kind demeanor allowed the animals to trust him. He finally passed his rookie stage with flying colors, earning another ability stone for his dedication to every task he was given, and a third for successfully taming a companion for his mentor. After finally becoming a fully ranked member, Rowan became a tamer, finding his own companion in a small gecko called Pip. He now delights in helping cats with their companions and taming new ones, filling his days with the fauna of the forests and sunning himself on rocks.

Relationships

Family-
Mother- Iskara, a beautiful grey and white queen. Timid but strong. She raised him for only a very short time before Rowan became separated from his family. Rowan doesn't remember her.
Father- Luhlo, an average ginger tom. Carefree, friendly, and loyal. Rowan was his favorite out of the litter, and was devastated when he went missing. Rowan doesn't remember him.
Brother- Oak, a ginger and white tom. Strong, loyal, and brave. He was older than Rowan by only a few moments, but was the bossiest in the litter. Rowan and Oak do not remember each other.
Brother- Pine, a grey tabby tom. Quiet, timid, and shy. He alone out of the litter remembers the events on the day Rowan went missing. Because of this, he is timid and hates exploring. Rowan doesn't remember him.
Surrogate Mother- Fiala, a tortoiseshell queen. Caring, gentle, and nurturing. Rowan, although he knows she isn't his birth mother, reveres and loves her. Unfortunately died when Rowan was 12 moons old.

Mate

Acquaintance
-None

Uncertainty
-None

Friend

-None

Good Friend

-None

Crush
-None

Love
-None

Lust
-None

Greatly Dislike
-None

Hate
-None

RolePlay Sample
Rowan sighed in contentment. The gentle breeze ruffled his short pelt, and the sun warmed his very soul. The blue skies above beckoned him to fly up with the birds and feel the wind on his face, and the birds themselves were calling him with their songs.
"Perfect," he thought to himself as another gusty breeze hit his coat. He stretched out his long graceful limbs, and rolled gently across the sunning rock. "If only it would last."
Winter was coming soon, and the sunning rock would be cold. The trees would be bare, and their cheerful rustling in the wind would be no more. Just thinking about it make his skin quiver in distaste...
Forgetting his unhappy thoughts, Rowan leaped down from the large stone. There was work to be done! The animals under his care needed to be fed and groomed, and there was that owl that needed its claws filed. There was a lot to do before winter came. He had to be prepared.

Description
General Information

Name: Rowan
Past Names: None
Gender: Male
Age: 25 moons
Orientation: Heterosexual
Companion: Pip, the short-leg slider(gecko)

Region Information

Region: North
Rank: Tamer
Guide(s): N/A
Rookie(s): Panthaleon

Element Information

Element: Air
Amount of Ability Stones: 4
Which Spells: Stench, Whirlwind, Propel, Gust
Energy Points: 20

Stench || Air || 1/5 || Description - With the spell, the user releases a toxin into the air of a small area that burns the nose of any cat nearby. This can also lead to watery eyes or cats getting sick to their stomach. Many use this power to escape sticky situations and/or blind an enemy's sense of smell.

Whirlwind || Air || 2/5 || Description - Allows the user to make a small spinning vortex of air. It pulls small items toward the whirlwind itself, and collects them inside. This power cannot be used to damage other cats or animals, and is more or less used by air elemental Searchers to help look for stones or to tidy up the den. Rookies are forbidden to use this when cleaning around camp, as it can sometimes cause more trouble than it’s worth if they cannot keep the whirlwind under control.

Propel || Air || 2/5 || Description - Allows the user to create a soft breeze, allowing them to throw small objects at their opponent.

Gust || Air || 3/5 || Description - The user blows a strong wind at their opponent, throwing the enemy cat a few feet through the air.

Physical Appearance

Rowan is a long, slender cat. His fine, wedge-shaped head flows gracefully into a sloping back and hindquarters, and his body ends in a long, slightly curved tail. He is longer than the average cat, and slightly taller. His delicately-boned body is not ideal for fighting or hunting, but is stealthy, light, and very fast. He tends to avoid direct combat because of this, choosing spells much more often.
His short pelt ripples around his neck and shoulders, much like a Cornish Rex cat, and his whiskers, too, are curled. Although mostly white, patches of creamy beige spot his coat around his head, hips, tail, and paws. Underneath all of the white, he is pointed. His face, tail, and legs are darker than the rest of him.
His thin face has an intelligent and keen look to it, with large inquisitive eyes and a light smile to his mouth at all times. Although his large ears can give an impression of goofiness or kittenhood, he is down-to-earth and gentle in all he does. His eyes are ice blue and clear, and his nose and inner ears are a healthy pink. He wears and amethyst earring in his left ear. He wears his main ability stone on his tail, on a leather band gifted to him by his mother when he was young. He is never seen without it.
Overall, Rowan is a graceful cat with a friendly look to him. He is delicate but quick, and has spirit in his eyes.

His voice is soft, gentle, and low, and never loud. He has a bell-like laugh, and a wonderful, although quite low, singing voice. He tends to draw out his vowel sounds a bit, and rolls almost all of his R's.

His scent is grassy and slightly flowery. It has notes of an earthy soil, and a slight hint of honeysuckle. The grassy scent is from his tendency to roll in the dew-covered meadows on summer mornings. Overall, it is very pleasant.

Stats

Out of ten
Strength: 3
Speed: 10
Attack: 2
Tactics: 8
Stamina: 6
Defense: 3

Personality

Relaxed: Rowan is possibly one of the least high-strung cats you will ever meet. Just like his element, he goes with the flow, and drifts like the breeze. His calming nature often comes to his aide when his friends are feeling stressed, or he is dealing with a particularly difficult animal to train. His relaxed temperament helps him calm others down. He prides himself on his ability to calm even the most wild animals, despite not having psychic powers over them. He can definitely roll with the punches and adapt to new situations, no matter how difficult it may be.

Friendly: When it comes to being a great friend, Rowan can't be beat. He loves to make new friends, and socialize with old ones. He is loyal and incredibly forgiving(maybe even TOO much,) and he will always stick by his buddies. His smile is bright and happy, and he is always open to playtime or a cuddle. He absolutely LOVES kittens, but is always worried that he'll hurt them if he plays with them too hard. He hopes to be a father one day.
He is always quick to welcome newcomers into the region, and is happy to give a new cat a tour around the territory. He loves to help others, and craves socialization.

Gullible: Rowan's friendliness can also get him into trouble sometimes. Because he trusts so easily, even those who he doesn't know very well, he is also quite gullible. He can be tricked or hoodwinked with little effort, and he has been pranked and hurt before. Cats have taken advantage of him for their own personal gain, but even so he is quick to forgive. He worries often that he'll somehow be coerced into helping the Followers just because of his trust.

Cowardly: Rowan isn't a very strong fighter. With his thin limbs and skinny body, he doesn't have as much power to attack or body fat to cushion a hard blow. Because of this, he is known to avoid battle. He will run away from menacing larger cats, and even animals he may be taming! He is even cowardly in love, choosing to let the females make the first move. Even with all of his fear, he is still very skilled in casting spells and taming creatures. He just needs to do so from a safe distance.

Brief History

A kit mewled. It's cries were muffled by the pounding rain, and crashing waves. It was struggling to keep afloat, clutching to a small shattered log, and it's wet coat was weighing it down, forcing it deeper into the raging river. The cold bit at his nose and ears, and the spray from the rain filled his lungs. He slipped from his buoy, plunging into the river and was carried away as his parents screamed for him. Tiny paws flailed uselessly, searching for anything, anything to hold onto. But it was no use, and he was carried away like nothing more than the battered log upon which he had lost his grip. His last cry bubbled, soundlessly, from his mouth before everything went black.

Rowan was born, along with two brothers, to two rogue cats. They were descended from cats from many different regions, but the pair themselves had been wild their entire lives. The mother was an exceptional beauty; grey and white, with a thin graceful body that she passed on to her son. His father was a large ginger tom. He wasn't remarkable in looks, but passed to his son his gentle, friendly nature. Together, the two parents raised their three kits in great happiness.
As time went on, however, the kittens became bolder, and wanted to explore greater and greater territories. The parents did their best to keep track of their children, but Rowan was too adventurous, and was lost on one frigid and rainy right. He wandered, hungry, tired, and mewling, for hours. Although the parents looked for him, and smelled for him, with all of the love and desperation in the world, heavier rains came that washed the kit and his scent away with the water. The rain turned into a river, into which the helpless kitten had been buffeted. He floundered, unable to stay afloat, and eventually was knocked unconscious by floating debris. He was very close to death, unable to breath under the churning waves.
Luck had been on his side, and although he had been swept far far away from his family, he landed on the banks of a river where nearby cats came to drink. They took the small, hungry kit into their nursery, and he was cared for by one of the nursing queens. Being as little as he was, he quickly grew to accept his new mother and adapted quickly to his new life as a kit of the North region. It was evident from the start that he was aligned with the elements, just like the other kits in his surrogate family, and was revealed to be one with the element of air.
He became a rookie, and trained hard with his guide. She was a kind mentor, but rather strict. She did her very best to train him in her ways, but he never quite lived up to everyone's expectations. He wasn't any good with hunting or fighting, but quickly became attached to the many animals there were to be found in the North. Through all of his troubles, he had found his calling. He had some trouble, at first, as he wasn't quite built for the job he wanted to perform. He lacked the psychic ability to communicate with the animals he was meant to tame, but soon his gentle and kind demeanor allowed the animals to trust him. He finally passed his rookie stage with flying colors, earning another ability stone for his dedication to every task he was given, and a third for successfully taming a companion for his mentor. After finally becoming a fully ranked member, Rowan became a tamer, finding his own companion in a small gecko called Pip. He now delights in helping cats with their companions and taming new ones, filling his days with the fauna of the forests and sunning himself on rocks.

Relationships

Family-
Mother- Iskara, a beautiful grey and white queen. Timid but strong. She raised him for only a very short time before Rowan became separated from his family. Rowan doesn't remember her.
Father- Luhlo, an average ginger tom. Carefree, friendly, and loyal. Rowan was his favorite out of the litter, and was devastated when he went missing. Rowan doesn't remember him.
Brother- Oak, a ginger and white tom. Strong, loyal, and brave. He was older than Rowan by only a few moments, but was the bossiest in the litter. Rowan and Oak do not remember each other.
Brother- Pine, a grey tabby tom. Quiet, timid, and shy. He alone out of the litter remembers the events on the day Rowan went missing. Because of this, he is timid and hates exploring. Rowan doesn't remember him.
Surrogate Mother- Fiala, a tortoiseshell queen. Caring, gentle, and nurturing. Rowan, although he knows she isn't his birth mother, reveres and loves her. Unfortunately died when Rowan was 12 moons old.

Mate

Acquaintance
-None

Uncertainty
-None

Friend

-None

Good Friend

-None

Crush
-None

Love
-None

Lust
-None

Greatly Dislike
-None

Hate
-None

RolePlay Sample
Rowan sighed in contentment. The gentle breeze ruffled his short pelt, and the sun warmed his very soul. The blue skies above beckoned him to fly up with the birds and feel the wind on his face, and the birds themselves were calling him with their songs.
"Perfect," he thought to himself as another gusty breeze hit his coat. He stretched out his long graceful limbs, and rolled gently across the sunning rock. "If only it would last."
Winter was coming soon, and the sunning rock would be cold. The trees would be bare, and their cheerful rustling in the wind would be no more. Just thinking about it make his skin quiver in distaste...
Forgetting his unhappy thoughts, Rowan leaped down from the large stone. There was work to be done! The animals under his care needed to be fed and groomed, and there was that owl that needed its claws filed. There was a lot to do before winter came. He had to be prepared.