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"Family is not an important thing. It's everything." - Michael J. FoxG E N E R A L
N A M E & M E A N I N G
Quince
{Ku-wince}
MEANING: The name Quince is a Shakespearean baby name. In Shakespearean the meaning of the name Quince is: A Midsummer Night's Dream' Quince, a carpenter, acts as Prologue in the play within the play. The quince (/ˈkwɪns/; Cydonia oblonga) is the sole member of the genus Cydonia in the family Rosaceae (which also contains apples and pears, among other fruits). It is a deciduous tree that bears a pome fruit, similar in appearance to a pear, and bright golden-yellow when mature.
NICKNAMES: Quin, Quinny
G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
B I R T H D A Y & A G E
5 years old
STARTING AGE: 0 years and 0 months old
BIRTHDAY: June 6th 42 BC
S P E C I E S & G E N E T I C S
Cloudy Pallas Lynx
Clouded Leopard (62.5%), Pallas Cat (12.5%), Lynx (25%)
DOMINANT: Rosettes [Aa], Pallas Cat facial patterns [Aa], Ear tufts [Aa], Tail stripes [Aa], Long thick tail [AA], Yellow eyes [AA], Ear spots [AA], Three toned pelt [AA], Small spots [AA]
RECESSIVE: Leggings [aa], "Stumpy" Leopard build [aa], Leg spotting [aa], Pale Cream coloration [aa], Round ears [aa], Red eye mutation (heterochromia) [aa]
CARRIER: Paler brown coloration [Aa], dual colored pelt [AA], Green eyes [Aa], Deafness [Aa], Fading patterns [aa], White "mask" [aa], White tail tip [aa], Blue-gray eyes [aa], Silver-gray coloration [aa], Gray pelt [aa], Blue eyes [aa]
R A N K
→ Order of the Storm
VOICE:
Young Quince: Donnie Bunagan (Young Bambi, Bambi)
Adult Quince: Bill Shirley (Prince Philip, Sleeping Beauty)
P E R S O N A L
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Will add/change as he matures
{ Bashful } - { Quiet } - { Distracted } - { Playful } - { Friendly } - { Anxious }
Bashful
"Y-you don't have to... Really.."
Quince is very shy, unable to form sentences because he isn't able to grasp social situations well, or find what he wants to say. He so caught up in finding the right words, that he gets embarrassed, red faced, and just wanting to run away because his childhood stutters return when he gets nervous.
Quiet
"..."
Being quiet is a choice for this tom, as he usually can't find his words anyway, since he really overthinks social situations and finds himself spooked half the time when talking. He's often not very talkative, but will respond if approached or asked a question, although it maybe he mumbled or stuttered words. Let's just say conversations make him nervous and anxious, always embarrassed about what he'll say or how others would react to him.
Distracted
"*Stares at Daniella all day*"
He's just always in his own head space, especially when his crush is around, cause this boy just can't understand some of the emotions he's feeling, especially towards who it is he has these feelings for, so he's often trying to understand them, distracting him away from things like making friends or paying attention during a conversation. He's also often distracted just thinking about herbs and still wanting to enter the healer field, just like Daniella.
Playful
"Hehe, would you like to go to the river?"
Quince got his playful attitude from his brother Mastic. He enjoys going out on adventures, long walks, and playful fighting when it comes to having a good time. He unwinds that way, followed by long naps with Daniella.
Friendly
"I think it's a good idea... You've always got good ideas..."
Quince isn't a talkative bunch, we already know that much, but he's actually quite friendly once you get to know him better or just chat with him a bit. He's a absolute sweet pea, and is often seen blushing and being very cute whenever you compliment something he does. He takes everything to heart, compliments and insults a like.
Anxious
"Ah uhm... No no... that's not what I meant... Please don't approach me like that, I didn't mean it like that...."
Lil sweet pea often says things he really doesn't mean, meaning he often says things differently than what he meant because he simply cannot find the right wording. If he likes someone, he'd probably mention admiring them, to which they'd think it's just looking up to them, and not as a crush. His words are often misleading because he either doesn't want to be up front about things, or just simply words it wrong on accident. Body language also makes him incredibly anxious. If you approach with a threatening walk, he'll back up and lower his ears. Doesn't matter if you don't mean it, he reads body language and takes it as something dangerous is about to happen.
H I S T O R Y
Quince was born during a time of war, although it didn't involve his empire directly, his mother was captured trying to save Air gladiators as they were attacked by hunters, in turn getting captured herself. While captured, Khione gave birth to her cubs, Quince, Mastic, Blue Ginger, and Honey Locust. During their short time in captivity, Quince made friends with another cub, a cub captured from within Ice Empire named Lucina. She described to him what the night sky was and how it was like outside, something he did not know due to being born behind bars. She was his first real friend in his life.
Khione and her cubs waited to be saved, eventually being saved by her mate and their father, Arum-Lily, but Quince's sibling Honey Locust could not be saved, being taken by hunters. Quince and his two other siblings were then brought back to Lightning safely, raised alongside the large and now filled Lightning Empire Nursery.
This is where Quince made his second friend, a hybrid cub named Daniella, Dani for short. She laid on him, proclaiming their new friendship, much to the flustered boy’s confusion. Eventually he got over how confused he felt and the two became fast friends, spending the holidays and their everyday lives together. They were often seen running about or laying beside one another, just enjoying each other’s company. He also spent some of his days with his brother Mastic, one of their adventures was going into a cave together. This cave was littered with crystals, some of which they brought home as gifts for their family members. Mastic and Daniella were the two felines to really push Quince a bit more out of his comfort zone, Blue preferred relaxing with the soft boy over anything else.
Over time, Quince began to realize that the path of a gladiator was not the right path for him, after he’d been given Crowley as a mentor, and decided to try out for a healer position. He wanted desperately to help his childhood friend Daniella, someone he’d begun to cherish deeply. Unbeknownst to him at that moment, he’d begun to feel a romantic attraction to her. He wanted to help her feel better due to her almost always being in the healer’s den due to how sickly she was. After he’d tried out to be healer, he was turned down. No one else as far as he was aware had tried out, leaving the tom to be very confused and upset.
Decidedly, he told Mastic he was going to go for a walk to clear his head, not wanting to upset anyone with how he was feeling. Unfortunately for the hybrid, while patrolling the empire’s territory, a human caravan was stopped nearby. Before he knew it, a human child had grabbed him up, wrapping him up in a green shawl type of fabric, making it hard for him to wriggle out of it.
The hybrid had been kidnapped, the human child held on to him tightly, in a rather uncomfortable position. Quince could hear the human child speaking about him, as it held his wriggling frame in place. He yowled to be let free, clawing at the shawl that wrapped him. It was here where he stopped as he felt a large weight press against the top of him. A low rumble of a voice could be heard through the fabric covering him, “Be calm. You are safe as long as you do not try to escape.”
Fear struck the apprentice. Who was this? Was this a threat? Should he take it as one? Was he really safe? He wanted to go home to Daniella and his family. Paralyzed, he did not move, and thus he was carried away within a wagon without a clue of where he was going, though eventually the child did remove the shawl from his head.
—
During his capture, Quince had become a pet of sorts to the child and his family, the green shawl he’d been wrapped with becoming an accessory of sorts to him. He was well taken care of, but was always watched by what looked to be a lion, which was the cat from the trip that had told him to be calm. He was a guard for this family, or at least Quince thought he was.
The hybrid thought perhaps this lion was a hunter, but he could also be just a guard. He had no idea, he only knew that the lion would probably hurt him if he tried to leave or hurt anyone. The orange apprentice had no thoughts on his mind to try to hurt anyone, in fact he was more afraid of everyone. Every time the human child tried to pet him, he’d back himself into a corner, trying to escape the human’s touch. Granted it did not seem to work with this child, because even in the corner looking horrified, the child would still pet him.
Eventually Quince warmed up to the child. Over time, he observed that the child obviously meant no harm to him, and merely wanted to be his friend or something of the sort. The child would offer him food, warmth, and shelter, while the child’s parents would watch from afar with the lion.
It was about a year into his stay here that he noticed there was seemingly trust being built into him with the lion and the child’s parents. They didn’t seem to be as worried about him leaving him with their child anymore, and the lion stopped watching him as intently.
As his second year there came to a close, he was pretty close with the child, but he still just as desperately wanted to go home to his family and Daniella. Now that a trust had developed between him and this family, to the point of barely being watched and being allowed around the house, he now plotted to escape. He knew better than to try and escape while the lion was awake, and thankfully where the family lived wasn’t within a major city, but it also didn’t seem to be Massilia. Different scents than the scents he had come accustomed to know from his first few months of birth.
Quince began patrolling some of the house under the guise of getting his human child something. He wouldn’t do it every day, maybe once every 2 to 3 days to avoid any suspicion from the lion who guarded the family. And he’d actually make sure to come back with something for the child, usually snacks. The orange male quickly discovered that the kitchen area of the home had a large opening that led to the outside and decided this would probably be the best way for him to escape and return home.
After a few more weeks, with only a few patrols being done by Quince to make his recent behavior seem more normal. He’d left to get the child snacks, when he was actually taking a mid-day nap, and lept out of the kitchen window while the family’s chef was out getting the family groceries for their dinner. He landed right outside of the home, his dark brown paws carrying him away with his green shawl blowing around his neck as he ran. He knew that now that he’d escaped that it’d only be a matter of time before they sicked that lion after him. And so he ran, and ran, hoping to get a large distance between himself and the home. He also needed to hide his scent better, and tried to follow his nose to water.
The river back in Lightning led away from its territory to Shadow and the nearby territories, and the one he’d found went the opposite direction, perhaps if he followed it he could get back home. Decidedly, he ran along the shoreline of the river, his dark paws carrying him to the idea of returning to his family and to Dani. He missed them so much.
F A M I L Y & R E L A T I O N S
Mother:
Khione
Alive / Gladiator / Lightning Empire+
Owl or Louis is a loaf of bread (Semi-hiatus) wrote: ""Family is not an important thing. It's everything." - Michael J. FoxG E N E R A L
N A M E & M E A N I N G
Quince
{Ku-wince}
MEANING: The name Quince is a Shakespearean baby name. In Shakes..."
Father:
Arum-Lily
Deceased / Gladiator / Lightning Empire
Siblings:
Honey Locust
Brother / Hunters
Mastic
Brother / Lightning Empire
Blue Ginger
Sibling / Unknown
Aunts/Uncle:
Amaryllis
Aunt on Father's side
Herb
Uncle on Father's Side
Pippin
Adoptive Aunt
Revar
Adoptive Uncle
Grandparents:
Rose
Grandmother on Father's side
Asher
Grandfather on Father's side
Marina
Adoptive Grandmother
Great Aunts/Uncles:
Lilian
Great Aunt on Father's side
Tiger Lily
Great Aunt on Father's Side
Shade
Adoptive Great Uncle
F U N F A C T S
● Quince is constantly anxious, so when it comes to figuring out his feelings, he REALLY doesn't know what to do. He's so shy and anxious, so it's often a mess when he does come down to confessing.
Name: JuniperNickname: June
Meaning: Juniper is the name of a plant
Gender: Female
Rank: Cub
Lightning Empire
Current Age: 4 months
Starting Age: 4 months
DoB: February 27th, 37 BC
Species: Clouded Leopard
Description:
Dominant:
Recessive:
Carrier:
Possible Mutations:
Personality
Shy “…"
Juniper isn't sure how to react to other felines, and tends to not say anything and keep to herself. She prefers to watch from a distance, even when she sometimes craves friendship. She’ll silently stick close to those she trusts, especially with felines she’s not as familiar with around. Even for those she trusts, it does take some time before she feels safe enough to start talking, and still keeps her words limited unless it’s something she is passionate about.
Uncertain "I’m not sure that I can…"
Juniper isn’t the most confident in her own abilities and struggles to trust others, leading to many situations of uncertainty showing. Even if she isn’t sure she is fully capable for the task, she will still try her best to accomplish it, but might ask for some assistance from someone she trusts. She struggles to read other cats and is always second guessing how they feel towards her and how to respond to them. She’s always uncertain by their intentions and tends to be awkward by trying to analyse the situation for longer than what others would deem as necessary.
Observant "You say one thing, but your actions show another."
Preferring to gather information rather than socialize, leaves her in a spot to just sit and watch others interact and how they do their tasks. Watching the way others speak and how they act informs her more about the cat themselves, if they are trustworthy, and how to interact with others. Not only does she watch to better socialize and trust but to also consider what kind of tasks she wants when she gets older. As she wants to help her empire the best way she possibly can, even with her trust issues.
Reliable "Of course I’m going to do what’s asked of me, why wouldn’t I?"
Juniper does her best to complete any task asked of her, and doesn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t do what has been asked of them. So it confuses her when others are surprised by her actions when doing or completing a task. Whatever you need, if she can’t do it by herself she’ll get help, she’ll do her best to help out whichever way she can. As she gets older and knows more she’ll be even more reliable in her capabilities, not only completing every task given, but with great care and precision.
Emotional "I-I… can’t stop cr-crying…"
With her past and past trauma, she at times has a hard time controlling her emotions. Whether it is something that reminded her of her scary past or something so full of love in a way she’d never experienced before, she is bound to weep. When she cries it is uncontrollable, and the lack of control in these moments can be scary for her. She tries her best to keep her emotions in check, but it’s something she struggles with as a younger feline. Hopefully in the future with some guidance will be more comfortable with her emotions and expressing them without shame, and in doing so will be a happier, less scared, and more confident version of herself.
TBD "_____"
(This will be discovered later through interactions and growth as she ages.)
History: Juniper was born to what was once a loving couple to a litter of 3. She had a brother and sister but neither that she remembers well. She barely remembers her father, only that he was really sweet to them before he was gone. Her father passed just before they turned a month old, and that’s when everything in their once loving den changed.
After his death, their mother became sadistic and blamed the cubs for the loss of her mate, lashing out at them in any way she could. Restricting food, hitting, yelling and screeching, while cursing them out. It wasn’t uncommon for them to be told they were worthless. It was presumed he passed while out either hunting or protecting *the cubs* from a trespasser. After a month of this, her siblings got sick from the malnutrition and abuse. Her sister passed first at about two and a half months old, and her brother very shortly after they turned 3 months old. Many times Juniper had tried to defend her siblings from their mother, having been the biggest of the litter, and felt guilt for having failed.
She held strong for as long as she could, fearing at hating her mother for what she had done to her and her siblings. As much as it had pretty much been all she had known, something about what her mother did felt wrong and disgusting. Shortly after turning 4 months old, she felt she had as much information as she could without risking her life further, as she began to notice her own decline in strength and health. She refused to die as her siblings had. And she ran away while her mother was out. She was on her own for almost a week, eating whatever bugs and scraps she could find. During one of her attempts to hunt a mouse, she came across a feline, Quince. At first she was scared, they had seen each other and only as he approached her, she crouched down. At first he was surprised to see another cat, being a bit cautious in case she was owned by a human, but her age and state put that thought to rest. He knew she was too young to be on her own, and spoke gently to her to come with him back to Lightning Empire. She was wary at first, but also took into consideration that she wouldn’t last much longer on her own, and agreed to join him.
They bonded a little through the journey there, and she viewed him like a big brother, or a guardian angel. When they got to the camp, she was quick to have some food and take a long needed rest. As she napped away, Quince spoke to Daniella, his partner, and they agreed to watch over her and brought this up with Opalescent, the leader of Lightning Empire. With a little time and care, she’s been adjusting to the new life before her and is extremely grateful for this new chance at life and swears to do her best by the empire and those who gave her all the things she needed. One day, she’ll grow and heal from her past, but that’s for another day.
Training, Mentors, Apprentices, Armor, and Items
Training Experience
CUB TRAINING
TBA
APPRENTICE ASSIGNMENTS
TBA
Current & Past Mentors
N/A
Current & Past Apprentices
N/A
Armor & Special Items
TBA
Quirks & Fun Facts
Bad Habits
She can get stuck in her own head in a self destructive way
Has PTSD, and can show in some unpleasant ways, such as melt downs.
Quirks
Love absorbing new information, especially about plants.
She loves to share all the information that she has acquired.
Is extremely shy at first, but with some kindness and soft words will warm up. Those who earn her trust will reap its benefits.
Fears
Being worthless, harmed or abandoned
Being completely alone
Secrets
She struggles to show her deep care and devotion to Quince and Deni, who gave her the care and love she never had.
Friendship & Relationship Status
Parents
Unknown | biological mother (hated/scared of)
Unknown | biological father (deceased)
Quince | adoptive dad (views as big brother)
Daniella | adoptive mom (views as sister in law)
Siblings
Unknown | sister (deceased)
Unknown | brother (deceased)
Mate
N/A
Crush
N/A
Cubs
N/A
Fun Facts
Name: RizuNickname: Riz
Meaning: It’s an Arabic name meaning; Brave, Powerful, Mighty, Courageous.
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
Stone Empire
Current Age: 1 year 5 months
Starting Age: 1 year 5 months
DoB: February 13th, 38 BC
Species: Cheetiguar (50% Cheetah, 25% Tiger, 25% Jaguar)
Description:
Dominant: Golden/Orange pelt, rosettes, stripes, spots, white paws, white underbelly, white maw,
Recessive: Born Blind, rosette like stripes, Blue-ish eyes, white tip tail, dark tail end, paw print rosettes,
Carrier: Green & Yellow eyes, eye liner markings,
Mutations: Born Blind.
Personality
Determined | Stubborn "I am going to do this without anyone’s help!"
He is determined to prove that he can handle himself, and is extremely stubborn when it comes to training. He will try and try again until he reaches the point of success in which he will then tweak the skills learnt to better suit him. His determination is a driving force not to be messed with and once he’s decided what to set that drive to, his stubbornness means no one is getting him off that until he decides he is ready.
Energetic | Overexerting "I’ll go for another hunt or patrol!"
Rizu has always had a lot of energy, and as much as it was stunted in the past, he’s making up for it now. Despite being over a year old, he still has a ton of energy similar to a cub. When everyone is tired, he’s ready to keep going and likes to keep himself busy. He’s very go-go and won’t stop until he’s ready to drop. With his high mixed with his determination and stubbornness, is when he risks overexerting himself and pushing it too far. This rarely happens, but when it does, all he needs is a good meal and rest. After, he is good to go and burn off that energy for the empire.
Loyal | Selfless "I would do anything to prove myself worthy."
He doesn’t view himself in the highest form, but is confident enough in his abilities. Rizu is extremely loyal to his empire, for not treating him like a cub and teaching him to be better. He wishes to prove that their trust and effort put in him, has never been misplaced and that he’s worthy. The loyalty and trust he has for those who have given those to him is extremely strong, and he’s ready to show them it in return. If it ever came down to it, he’d always throw himself between his empire and a threat, and do his very best to keep his empire safe from harm.
Defensive | Independent "I don’t need your help! I’m just blind, not a cub!"
Rizu is a bit self conscious about his lack of sight, and easily gets irritated if anyone offers to assist him. The last thing he wants is to be treated like he was by his mother. He is proud of his new independence and gets super cranky when he feels that independence is being encroached on. He can get pretty snappy at those who comment on his blindness, especially when it’s compared to others or his own capabilities. So even saying ‘I’m surprised he can do that with him being blind’ is bound to get a retort from him.
Sensitive | Intuitive "Maybe my senses are just stronger to make up for the lack of sight."
His instincts are surprisingly really strong, and he tends to trust his gut feelings. He’s sensitive to minor air changes, the dirt beneath his paws, and the slightest of sounds. He’s begun to memorize the territory somewhat well, and usually knows the exact location of where he is. He is also slightly quicker to pick up the scents on the breeze, and some have joked about him having a sixth sense, though he commonly remarks that it’s most likely just his regular sense being stronger to make up for the lack of vision.
TBD "_____"
(This will be discovered later with interactions or as he grows.)
History:
Rizu was born blind to a split litter, he and his brother were born with the same father, while their sister had a different father. With his blindness, their mother was always paranoid and worried about his survival and safety, putting the other siblings on the back burner to overly baby him. With this, his sister tended to wander around, while his brother became a daddy’s boy and spent most of his time with his father. With how this turned out, he wasn’t very close or familiar with any of his family members, as he later held resentment towards his mother for viewing him as completely helpless.
All of his memories were through his other senses. He remembered all of his family's scents, and knew he had a brother and sister, but was in the dark for anything more. When they were about 5 months old, the scent of his sister completely vanished. Rarely getting a scent from his brother from time to time, it was just Rizu and his mother for some time.
After some time, while his mother was pregnant, she decided to relocate them to find a better place for hunting that was also safer from humans. Andrew had joined them, along with his brother for the trip. But during a storm, they were all separated. It was the first time he fully found himself on his own. He oddly found it both a relief and a struggle. Free from his mother’s coddling, but struggling to finally figure out hunting, which was something she had refused to let him do when she was around. During her absence while she hunted, was when he had tried to teach himself things, such as hunting, but it was harder now in unfamiliar territory and having the need to succeed for survival.
After some time of wandering, and using his other senses to the fullest of his capabilities, he was finally starting to see progress in some successful hunts. He started with ambushing smaller things, until he was comfortable enough for some small chases. Slowly learning more skills and getting better catches. With most of his fighting being more instinctual, he had fended off other wild cats from trying to steal his prey. He wasn’t the most well fed, but he was quickly improving and becoming proud of his accomplishments.
After a few months completely on his own, he wandered past what seemed to be a scented border. It seemed to have been marked by many felines and not just one, which was more typical. He didn’t want to peeve off the owners of this territory, but was very curious as to the arrangement that was made for there to be so many living in one area. With this, he sat just inside the border and waited for the border patrol to come around to re-scent and find him there. After a couple of hours, he could hear a small group of felines coming from a distance, he angled his ears in the direction without moving his head. He listened until they got close enough to see him, they seemed very unhappy to see him there. Still not turning his head he simply stated, “Please be patient with me, as I am blind and am just curious about this unusual territory arrangement.” At first this threw them off, and he offered to confirm his blindness to them, which seemed to put them at ease and surprise at the same time. After hearing more about how this empire worked, he thought to himself for a little while. It truly sounded like an amazing place for him to sharpen his skills and actually have a more solid purpose rather than just surviving. Something he could contribute to and protect with his life, a life with meaning and purpose. He asked if he could speak to the leader about possibly joining, to learn more and explain how they wouldn’t go wrong with him. He explained that, “I have lived on my own for a few months now, as a younger blind cat. If I could do that, I can promise that I am not some weak cat that needs help. But a feline that wishes to be even stronger and have something worth defending and fighting for. This empire sounds like a great place, and I am more than willing to do my part for it; to hunt, to keep borders secure, to protect, to fight for without hesitation”. His statement was firm and full of resolve, despite only having his eyes pointed in one direction, his ears followed the leader.
It took a little for him to prove himself, not only in skill but that he had no reason for his loyalties to stray, that he was finally accepted into the empire. Stone Empire, he heard, was known for its ruthlessness and ending the lives of the wardens that tried to take them captives. Knowing this only made him more proud of the empire that he chose, and that chose him. He is now working his tail off to grow, to prove to his empire that he is worthy to be there, and to embrace what the empire is so known for; its ruthless defence of freedom.
Training, Mentors, Apprentices, Armor, and Items
Training Experience
CUB TRAINING
TBA
APPRENTICE ASSIGNMENTS
TBA
Current & Past Mentors
N/A
Current & Past Apprentices
N/A
Armor & Special Items
TBA
Quirks & Fun Facts
Bad Habits
Super defensive about others commenting on his lack of sight.
Sometimes he overdoes it while trying to prove himself.
Quirks
Super sensitive to his surroundings, and is usually one of the first to notice small changes.
He knows he learns slightly differently due to his blindness, but does his best to make up for it.
Fears
Being treated like a cub or being weaker for his blindness.
Secrets
He is proud of how far he’s come, but keeps it covered so that he can keep learning and growing.
Friendship & Relationship Status
Parents
Althea | mother
Andrew | father
Siblings
Luska | half sister (Lightning)
Livyatan | @Leviatanochelys | brother (Ice)
Unknown younger siblings
Andarna | @ShinySouls | half sister (Ice)
Chrysa | sister (Lightning)
Mate
N/A
Crush
N/A
Cubs
N/A
Fun Facts
Character Name: Vanadiete (vauh nuh deet) meaning “golden” in camobia || uses VanaSex Intersex
Identity: Unknown
Current Rank: Cub/Kit (from Shadow Empire)
Date of Birth: August 13th 38BCE (early fall)
Current Age: Newborn
Species: Cheetah Tiger Hybrid (Teegah) 50% Cheetah, 50% Tiger
Personality Traits and Characteristics
Shy, Quiet, Self Conscious, Caring, Persistent, Stubborn
Vana tends to waver on the shyer, quieter side of conversations, talking only when directly asked things or if something genuinely peeks their curiosity. They’re self conscious about what they do and where they are, they feel how they look is odd, they feel something isn’t right about themselves even at a young age, though they are unsure what to do about this, or if there is anything that they can do about it.
They despite their own self conscious worries and stressors, they try their best to be caring for others above what they not, often leading them into trouble or something akin to it. Vana worries this will prove to be very problematic later in life, as they worry about getting into trouble far more than they think about having the most fun or something along those lines. They are persistent about they value, some will say that they are even stubborn, the line is very thin on persistence and stubbornness.
History and Biography
Vana was born to Malik and Kamaria, with Amazonite, Adeliate, Rhodolite, Coal, and Sulfer.
Older siblings Vega, Zohali, Qamar, Adea, and Zabaki were present.
Mentorship: Presently None (Too Young)
Direct Family Tree
Kamaria, Cheetah, Alive, Mother
Malik, Tiger, Alive, Father
Vega, Teegah, Alive, Older Sister
Zohali, Teegah, Alive, Older Brother
Qamar, Teegah, Alive, Older Brother
Utadari, Teegah, Dead, Older Brother
Adea, Teegah, Alive, Older Sister
Zabaki, Teegah, Alive, Older Brother
Amazonite, Teegah, Alive, Sister
Adeliate, Teegah, Alive, Sister
Rhodolite, Teegah, Alive, Sister
Coal, Teegah, Alive, Sister
Sulfur, Teegah, Alive, Brother
General Information.Name: Rowen (r oh when)
╚ Nicknames: Roh, Roh-roh, Sprinkles (only by Alexei and Pacino).
Date of Birth: June 14th, 46BC
╚ 10 years of age as of July 24th 2024
Species: Caraffory
╚ Caracal; 50% | Geoffory’s Cat; 50%
Gender: Androgynous Male
╚ Identifies Male, Androgynous, Bisexual
Genetics and Mutations.
■ Dominant Traits.
╠ (F) Light Tail
╠ (M) Dark Spots and Ears
╠ (F) Kite Along Backside
╚ (M) Dark Front Sock
■ Recessive Traits.
╠ (F) Light Underside
╠ (F) Tear Lines
╠ (F) Light Socks
╚ (M) Light Marks under Eyes
■ Mutations.
╠ (F) No Hind Claws
╠ (2) Partial Woolyism
╠ (3) Tremours, Birth Defect, Neurological Disorder
■ Carrier Traits.
╠ (F) Blue Eyes
╠ (F) Polydactyl
╠ (3) Wooly
╚ (4) Flavism
Personality Traits.
■ Positive Traits.
╠ Conciliatory;
“If you don’t agree, it’s not worth arguing. And this is coming an imprudent dingus.”
╠ Dutiful;
“I do what is expected of me within reason. Though everything has its lines, and I refuse to cross them.”
╠ Fair;
“I do not give two shits where you are from or what you may have done. Who are you now?”
╚ Forgiving;
“I’ve spent a long time holding a grudge, it’s not worth it. I let it go and moved on.”
■ Neutral Traits.
╠ Genuine;
“I don’t hide who I am. If there is something I am uncomfortable with, I will say it.”
╠ Insouciant;
“Your concern is safe with my indifference.”
╠ Patient;
“I’ve learned no two souls move at the same pace, some rush, some take their time, others need a guide.”
╚ Resourceful;
“Short of being in small cage and tethered down unable to move at all, I can probably find a way out it.”
■ Situational Traits.
╠ Observant;
“I watch what happens, sometimes it’s helpful, others... I wish I wasn’t wired like this.”
╠ Scrupulous;
“It’s unhealthy if you ask me, some see it as a good thing to be, I just see it as another point of stress.”
╠ Reverential;
“I... I try to be... can’t say that I comes off that way though, that’s the intention.”
╚ Sentimental;
“I—I will hold onto what look like everyday items cause they hold a lot of personal value to myself.”
■ Negative Traits.
╠ Mental Health Disorders;
“I struggle with what goes on behind my eyes, it can... it can be a lot to deal with.”
╠ Coarse; “... yeah... it’s not on purpose.”
╠ Destructive;
“—more self-destructive than generally, though I have had my moments, has more to do with mental health.”
╚ Imprudent;
“—yeah... yeah... Yeah, I do that... decade old and I still do that. Pretty damn foolish.”
Mannerisms and Quirks.
Walker of Nzambici.
Rowen is follower of the deity Nzambici, of the Bakongo religion and pantheon, something he came across on his travels after his departure from Massalia in 40BC.
Chronic Allergies.
Rowen is prone to getting sick in summer season and when the seasons change, himself preferring the colder times of the year when most of the allergens are not active.
Limp of the Front Left Leg.
And injury when he was young attempting to apprehend the feline Mithras within Stone Empire’s territory. Falling and landing on a sharp stone that has left him with a limp on the limb from the shoulder joint and muscles.
Leather Collar with Brass Clasp.
The collar that Rowen wears around his neck is a gift from Emerald and her person. One of the very few people Rowen would genuinely say he trusts. People as a whole he doesn’t trust, he has had to force himself to mask appear civil around them. When the reality was he wanted as little to do with them as possible.
Biography and Story so Far.
Childhood.
I was named Rowen. I was born in Rome alongside my siblings Lira and Calypso. Not much happened in Rome per say, we lived there for a few months. Afterward we ventured to the city of Arausio for about a month. From there, we were heading into Massalia the port town city of the region for whatever. However, as we drew closer, it became more and more clear that something was wrong. The man on the cart we were on and Rei took off toward the city. Rei shouting for Inniaha, Lira, Cal, and myself to retreat back to Arausio as it was safe. Lira didn’t that . Lira rushed after Rei, I don’t know what prompted the runt to do that, though if we were going to base it off of birth order, I was the runt. The more you know.
I wound up darting after Lira, yelling to mom that I would get Lira and bring them back. What a lie that turned out to be... by the time I caught up to the speedy blonde, they had managed to get themselves inside a burning building. I could not see a way inside, though I took a glance to the rooftops and I watched Rei leap across one flaming rooftop to another, just to get into that building to save Lira. I watched Lira get hurled out of there in a ball of fire, but Rei never surfaced. All I could do was look for him and look for Lira. Dodging fires, brawls to the death, whatever you wanted to call them. I was a child.
I eventually wound up getting myself caught by funny enough Hunters. Thankfully, they were not hostile, recognizing that was just a child, though that didn’t change that I ended up in a cage for almost a month before I saw a face I recognized again. The face I recognized though, wasn’t one I wanted to see, and that meant one thing and one thing, the people I came here with were gone, Rei was gone, Inniaha was gone. I asked about Lira, there was no word of them. Rei was missing, Lira was missing, Cal and Inniaha were confirmed dead. And that left just me.
Not even six months old and everything was gone. Sadly, this was a more common tale than many want to say it is.
It was at this point that I poured everything into a craft, more so the craft I was pushed into. Guarding, maintaining, enforcement of the town Arausio. I was trained by Jubilee, a tigress and mountain lion whom’s name I admittedly forget. Though, he was a bastard of a soul at best and not someone I want to remember anything of. Guess that is a good thing I don’t recall anything too specific about him now. I do unfortunately recall him being brutal though, making me train till my paw pads bled against the stonework, till my claws filed down past the cuticle, till I was bruised to a point the bruising popped like a blister. And I was just expected to take it. And I did. I shouldn’t have, though I at that point, didn’t have anything really as a parent anymore, he sadly was the closest thing I had, and he was at best a shit-show. I didn’t know any better.
I remained in this role for almost a year before some Lightning Empire Cats raided the town and get got hurt. He wound up succumbing to his injuries. I won’t lie, I was a bit relieved he got taken out, I could breathe freely finally. Jubilee immediately noticed I was more relaxed after he was gone. I was not sad when the news passed that he was died. I had to contain my jovial when that passed my ears. Turns out though, I was good at mislead how I appeared to another. Not sure if that is good or not? Mezch.
Either way, with him gone, that put me in his position, running Arausio. And funny enough, it was a job I picked up quickly, and learned... it was exactly what he was prepping me for, for when something like this happened, made me feel like a complete ass hole. However, at the same time, he could have, and he should have communicated that to me from the beginning, and never did. I feel like I had the right then to feel bitter about him, today even, I feel I carry some bitterness toward him. How he treated me as a child, it why I am as closed as I am today. I have such a hard trusting others, opening up to anyone. And believing that I can actually have a consistent relationship with somebody, that feel so unheard of me?
I am getting off topic. I remained in Arausio, running the city for the better part of a year and half, before getting a missive that I was being transferred to Massalia herself. It... it made me livid. I felt content where I was, I was comfortable for a change, I didn’t have friends for family, though it was a period where I didn’t need it I felt, I had my work, and it occupied me. But no. Massalia needed more bodies. And I was drafted... Damn the needs for the requires for the town I was in charge of active duty, I had to go to Massalia, and more or less, go from being in charge, to bottom of the barrel. What a spit in the face.
I didn’t have that decision though, I had to comply, so I did, with heavy resentment, I set forth to Massalia after two years of avoiding her walls, I stepped into her arms again.
The Arms of the Damned.
Stepping into Massalia was quick reality of a few things. I was hated, deeply, not for anything I did though? But for what Lira did? That Lira was alive?? They were alive! It filled me with glee that they were alive, but at the same time, that the fact that I who had zero involvement, was getting such push back, on sight, what the hell did you do Lira? It took me a surprisingly long time to actually get information on what they did. They had joined the Hunter program, flew through it faster than any apprentice, the sole thing stopping them from becoming a realized hunter was age. They were in the program three months and had it completed. That boggles my mind. Someone less than half my physical size, was able to do that? That’s determination if I didn’t know any better.
But one ignorant move cost them all of that progress. Assisting Empire Cats. You don’t do that if you are intended to be a Hunter or any enforcement of a law of any sort. Assisting the Empires is the last thing you want to do. At the time this happened, I was hateful, I blamed Lira for so many of my problems. While Lira may have been causality of some of them. I did my fair share of ignorant and stupid decisions that wrecked my own reputation, and I was too prideful to take that responsibility then. I was an arrogant teenager. Most full adults won’t admit that, I can tell that much. That’s sad.
On topic... onto my own ignorant decisions, and life choices.
I spent almost six months or more, probably more, loathing about Lira, before I finally got off my ass and went out hunting like my job description. It went about as well as I could have gone. I got hunted. I have a limp and weak shoulder because of it. That said. Mithras also gave me a needed reality check that I desperately needed to have. It almost turned into a game of cat and mouse, only we never who the cat and who the mouse. We wound up conceding on trying to capture the other. And she was and is someone that lingers around my mind daily. Wondering at the end of everything, what could have been different? There is more to Stone Empire, though I will have to come back to that. There is some city nonsense first.
I returned to Massalia with nothing after having gone missing for almost two months. I was definitely in the hot seat for that. I truthful... ish. I expressed I was caught by Stone; I did not express however that I had developed feelings for the miss that caught me. Fantastic! Stockholm Syndrome! That is not something I wanted to add to my bucket list, which is another thing to add to the list, a partner named Bucket. Iconic! Geez... why do I sit down and do this to myself for brevity of an audience?
That is entirely beside the point, I was in the hot seat, that can taken entirely out of context... I should skip this entirely because I am digging my grave the more I speak. I am going to skip this.
I spent most of the next year and half in Massalia, ignoring my responsibilities as a Hunter, more or less devolving into nothing more than a lone stray on the streets. Pretty sure most of the other Hunters were glad, they unofficially got the taint out of their hair. I had fallen into a depression and closed off from nearly everyone. I stopped training Royer. I only every really socialized with Vetitum. An Elite of everyone. I don’t really understand how we managed to get along as long as we had, she knew who I was. But... I wasn’t shunned off by her? It was strange. I honestly convinced+
Owl or Louis is a loaf of bread (Semi-hiatus) wrote: "General Information.Name: Rowen (r oh when)
╚ Nicknames: Roh, Roh-roh, Sprinkles (only by Alexei and Pacino).
Date of Birth: June 14th, 46BC
╚ 10 years of age as of July 24th 2024
Species: Ca..."
myself it was just pity, or I was being used by her for the longest time. Though it brought an escape of sorts from everything, so... so I didn’t turn it down. Being drunk, doing some extra-after-hours hours activities. I can’t say that was a bad thing. It helped at the end of everything. It helped me not finding a really high building and just... sliding off the edge.
It was when I was attempting to get something to eat, stealing obviously, from a local market stand to try and get food. It didn’t work very well; I got a sword swung at my neck. It missed, though singed the tufts on my ears, and got the meat out of my maw, and I had to flee. I wound up plowing into someone, and that someone was Emerald. She offered me somewhere to sleep that was out of the harsh weather as it was winter at the time. I didn’t initially take up the offer, though... I eventually wound up sleeping in the stables there for the remainder of the winter. It also turned out her owner also seemed to have taken notice, and after some time, I wound up under his possession. I guess that helped? Though I can’t say I could ever get myself to be akin to liking the idea of being another’s property. I was my own individual, and that was something a lot of the Hunters, and many within the walls of Massalia seemed to just accept. I never could fully accept that. Though, I had learned even from a young age; to bite my tongue on it, it was smarter to not say anything about it.
After having a place to semi-safely live, learning that Royer dropped out of being a Hunter, I lashed out verbally at him for dropping out like he did. Upset on how much of myself I was seeing, ashamed that he got to that point. He, from what I was aware, understood it as I was degrading him. I was just projecting, and it was wrong of me to have done so... he didn’t last too much longer after that. He wound up trying to break his brother out of the city. I was aware of his plan, and I went to Knox, an Elite, and informed them of Royer’s plans. Initially, I was instructed to stay back, I refused stating that he got that low because I didn’t do my job as his teacher, I was not about to stand aside and let him just run off like this. If I was going to stand aside Knox was going to have to make me.
That... was enough to convince the Elite to allow me to partake in apprehending Royer and his brother. Multiple Empire Cats were aided into escaping outside the two of them, that I honestly wasn’t entirely aware of, though had my suspicion it would happen, which Knox was made aware of. So, it was a couple parties of Hunters. We stopped most of them. Royer’s brother to my knowledge did get away. Though I was the one to apprehend Royer. It was... it was something I regretted doing the moment I slammed into him from the rooftops to the ground, slamming his head against the ground for a quick capture. But... this was also an attempt to try to get myself together as a Hunter, cause was my job, and even if I hated it. It was my job, and I now had someone, a few here I cared deeply for. I was going to do what I had to do to keep them safe; even if it was an act I myself hated doing.
A Hunter of Among Hunters.
I started to go out and hunt, partake in training again, get myself into gear again. It was stirring the old pot for sure. I was definitely met with backlash, Abigail another Elite made it clear to me she was never going to see me as a Hunter due to what I was and still am to her, blood of a traitor, and a low-lying stray at best. Few ever dared to challenge her, and I did just that. Can’t say it was entirely smart, but it was enough to catch her off guard. I stated I knew what I bloodline was, and I knew where I have been. If she wanted to view me as she does, she could freely do so all she wanted. It let me know she did not have my back in a battle, and I didn’t need her support nor did I want it. Though when she needs someone behind her and I am the option she has, is her arrogance going to finish off blinding her?
I promptly took a swipe across the face for that one from her, along with getting pinned to the ground by her, claws into my throat and all. She threatened my life. I responded telling her if she was going to, she would have already, and... kicked her off of me, standing up, now standing face to face with her. I continued stating that I was going to do whatever I needed to do to protect whom I care for, she can loathe my existence all she likes, but not even she, has a right to their safety. It was my actions that prevented a dozen or more Empire Cats from escaping not long ago as well as stopping a traitor from getting away. She could hate me every step, it was her right to. But she needed to keep her fucking emotions separate from her job.
She stormed off after that, and I had a gash across my face, that was only worsened later on by another altercation with her, though this one was chasing down thieves. These thieves were people however, and we both took a beating. I took a whip across the face and she had her leg badly mangled, and the moment where I was her line of defense came to fruition. I didn’t let her make that decision. I made it and defended her without hesitation, and with that we were able to flee to safety.
I simply looked at Abigail, and stated, “I wasn’t going to let you be arrogant. I care too much.” And slightly smirked at her.
She didn’t seem to know what to say.
Time passed afterward, a year or more. I was regularly dealing with backlash for whom I was, I was visually brushing it off. Though I had gotten my life together, I had what felt like a home. I was seeing Alexei and Pacino fairly regularly at this point. Though... it was around this time that an old mentor, and friend I’d seen in passing, though... we never really talked too much, Jubilee. I saw her arguing with another, something about her daughter being missing, and how he should have been watching her more closely. I chose to wait for the two to separate, and ask her.
I learned that her daughter was missing, and last seen within Stone Empire, an Empire I had actively avoided despite being back on my feet. I hadn’t known what I would do if I went there again. Mithras was there, and those feelings were still there. I never went a day without thinking about her. That was something no one knew. I told Jubilee that I would get her back. She seemed to think I was giving her some empty promise. I reaffirmed her. “I know that territory very well... and I gave an oath to this city as well as those in it, and those from it. If she is out there. I’m getting her back.”
I went straight to Judas, and explained what my idea was... and explained when I went missing for two-actually closer to three months, Stone Empire is where I was. I was caught. I gave most of the story, leaving out my feelings for Mithras obviously, that would have gotten the idea immediately turned down. Judas at first, still said no. I reiterated to him that I would like to have his permission to do this, but I do not require it. That... that got his attention. It made it clear to at the time Leader of the Hunters, that I was not going to change my mind, and being told no, simply was not an option. I was perfectly fine with the city believing I turn-coated. This whole scheme actually hinged on it.
Though this limited who knew down to myself, Judas, his Silver, and Knox at the time, I instructed later on, I would need to be able to get information back to the city, it had to be Emerald to who was told, though she could not be told sooner than she was being sent out to gather information. Otherwise, it could jeopardize this. Judas still disapproved of the idea; it was crazy. All of this on an attempt and maybe she was there? I argued if she’s not, we’ll still be able to figure out Stone’s base and figure out how to knock them off their high horse, so while crazy, it still has more than one use-case.
With that the plan was in motion, though its initiation was whenever Stone made a raid on the city. That didn’t happen for another four months. I had to continue life as if that conversation never occurred. Though eventually, it happened. Stone raided the eastside of the city, and was able to bust a number of their own out. And... I made my move to escape with them. Judas went after who we believed to be the Leader of Stone then, and I intervened. Striking the Leader of the Hunters, sending him tumbling to the ground and to the side, ordering for the escaping cats to go. I had been communicating with a few of the captured Stone Cats in the cells at the time, so some of them knew who I was when this happened, luckily two of them witnessed this stunt I just pulled.
Multiple Hunters watched this happen too. I knew at that moment, I was in trouble, and I needed to run. One of the Stone Cats, Cricket, came back to my side and aided me in getting some space, though I traded a number of blows with Judas before we finally got away. Abigail of everyone chased the longest. I wound up having to knock her out with Cricket’s help. From there the Stone Cats and myself fled, making route to Stone Empire.
Some of the others made comments about why I was with them. Cricket defended me stating none of them would have gotten out had I not been involved, I was why they got out, and why the cells were unlocked. I helped them. I had suffered a pretty nasty set of gashes from Judas across my left shoulder, they were deep, bleeding constantly. After the adrenaline wore off, I was having a very difficult time just keeping up. Soon after, I blacked out.
I woke up later, days later. In Stone Empire’s Camp. It... did this scheme actually work so far? I wasn’t sure, though I was confined to a lone den, unable to leave, though, then I saw a snow leopard enter into the den, stating so I was this Rowen Cricket was telling him about, a Hunter that undermined their entire ranks to help Stone Empire escape. I nodded.
This was a lengthy conversation. I was told I was to remain in Stone’s Camp, I should not even think about leaving, entrances were guarded, and when lead out of Kodiak’s den, the leader’s den, the camp of Stone Empire... it... it was immaculate. Stone paths arching up the side of the hollow, large stone fingers arching overhead, interlocking into a fine ring. In the centre of the ring sat an opening of roots that supported the entrance. And in the centre of this beam of light from that ring sat a large oak tree that grew through the stones, moss was covering a lot of the ground and walls, grass has places it stuck too. It looked like an overgrown man-made ruin. It was a beautiful place for anyone to call a home. Though it was also a place... that was extremely well defended.
It made a number of things settle in that moment. Stone wasn’t some loose band cats; they were very organized... this was going to be far more difficult than I was anticipating. I must earn their trust if I was going to have any allies. Right now, most here do not trust me, and Hunters have labeled me as a traitor just like Lira. I was truly on my own. I had no one to fall back on if I needed help. It made my gut turn. But at the same time... I was away from the city... that... that was a relief. Here. At least here, I could have a chance to be real, see what life here was. I was going to have to learn it either way... if I was going to be honest with myself, now that I was here... I wasn’t sure where my loyalty sat...
Muddled Within...
to be added soon...
GENERAL INFORMATIONNAME: Beacon
ALIASES: Bea / Beebee / Good Boy
AGE: 4
AGE AT JOINING: 4
BIRTHDATE: August 1st ♌︎
SPECIES: Golden Retriever
QUIRKS: Fluffy
PRONOUNS: He/Him
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 2’0” (61 cm)
WEIGHT: 70 lbs (32 kg)
STATS
ABILITY:
END
3/8
STR
3/8
MAG
8/8
DEF
1/8
RES
1/8
SPE
8/8
TOTAL
24/24
STAT BONUSES: None
POWER INFORMATION
ALIGNMENT: LIGHT
AFFINITY: None
PASSIVE ABILITY
HEALING RADIANCE
”Your presence has soothing powers and speeds up the natural healing for those around you. Effect is only present when you are in the company of others.”
Beacon is a very rare case of an animal with a passive ability. Much like the monkeys at the hot springs that the members of TA learned could Whisper, Beacon is able to use magic to a small degree. His soothing abilities go a step beyond his therapy dog training! While the healing glow of his fur is weak and barely discernible in daylight, his presence can have a powerful positive influence on both physical and mental health.
[ No Other Magic ]
PERSONALITY
FRIENDLY, CONFIDENT, EXCITABLE, CLINGY
STRENGTHS:
Excellent recall
Eager to please and work
Very liberal when dishing out affection
WEAKNESSES:
Easily bribed
Unconditionally trusting
Lacks opposable thumbs or critical thinking
QUESTIONS:
What’s the first thing people notice about your character?
Beacon is a very well-behaved and sociable dog. Even when meeting someone for the first time, he’s warm and approachable, wagging his tail at strangers and happily offering his forehead for pets. He knows better than to run at someone without being invited over first - especially if he’s wearing his vest and considered to be on duty - but most people can tell by first impression that he really really wants you to call him. He thrives on human contact and attention, and his affection never has to be earned.
How does your character feel about their alignment?
As a dog, he’s not getting introspective about the fact that he has magic. He doesn’t even notice that he’s any different from other animals! All he knows is that, ever since his training, he’s been rewarded and praised for doing a good job whenever he makes a person feel better. He’ll strive to do this again and again, now capable of doing it without prompting or a command from his handler. If he had the mental capacity to really consider it, Beacon would be happy that his alignment helps others. The extra attention is a pretty great bonus, too.
Is your character a leader, a follower, or a loner when faced with a group decision?
Beacon is obedient and thoroughly trained; he’s very much a follower. He’s been raised to support others, and yields to strong leaders with clear commands and expectations. He’s very attentive by nature and will listen when spoken to, and there’s a lot of enthusiasm in the way he responds to directions and then turns to you for approval. Sometimes too much enthusiasm. Even without orders, Beacon is the type of dog who just wants to be included. That ‘follower’ role of his can become quite literal, and it’s not unlike him to trail after somebody on one of their walks simply because he’s decided they’re his leader for now. He can honestly be clingy to a fault, and he doesn’t do well when locked up in a house alone.
How hard does your character devote themselves to work and play?
Being raised as a service dog, Beacon has defined work and play modes, and he devotes himself wholly to whichever one is expected of him at any given moment. That said, the line does blur. Beacon has a lot of energy, and while he’s well-trained and obedient, he can still be distracted and bribed. Some puppies are born with calm and collected temperaments that make service dog school a breeze, but Beacon was only enrolled because he was born with magic and caught the attention of the government. He honestly struggled with a lot of his training, and some of his shortcomings can still shine through from time to time. Overall, he’s made a ton of progress and he’s a good dog who loves work and play equally. He just needs to be reminded sometimes about which mode he’s supposed to be in.
Is your character confrontational?
No. Beacon is very non-confrontational. He’s not a guard dog, he rarely barks out of anything other than excitement, and he never growls or snarls. He’s trusting - perhaps to a fault - and has never had a negative experience while being handled by people. His purpose is to help them, and he’s nothing but happy while doing so!
CHARACTER NOTES:
It’s a dog.
HISTORY
BIRTHPLACE: ???
RESIDENCE: ???
EDUCATION: Graduated Service Dog Training
OCCUPATION: Therapy Animal
FAMILY / RELATIONS OF NOTE:
Montague Havenglow | Primary Handler
[ HISTORY UNKNOWN ]
CHARACTER EXTRAS
LIKES:
People
Tug-of-war
Chicken-flavoured treats
Being touched, spoken to, or looked at
Squirrels and other fast-moving small mammals
DISLIKES:
Carrots
Blow dryers
Being left alone
Really tough chew toys
Going a whole day without seeing Monty
PHYSICAL:
When he’s not wearing his vest, Beacon is usually dressed in a simple Rainbow Corp bandana. He seems to find collars uncomfortable and scratches at them a lot.
His thick pelt is very soft and completely free of scars. He needs regular brushing, but he loves the attention that comes with the chore.
???
Alias: Street Owner
Real Name:
Alice Murwood
How old are they:
16
Date of birth:
28th of October, 1978
Date of death:
15th of November, 1994
Height:
160 cm
Species:
Ghost (Lost Spirit)
Sexual orientation:
Straight
Personality:
Alice was a helpful cheery teenage girl. Very social all around and would always crack a joke or two. However, after her death she became confused and depressed. She began to suffer from amnesia and loneliness. Constantly curious and scared, while always feeling the pain of death.
Skills:
- Can go through anything (except for other spirits, salt and any religious object).
- When someone drives through her, they will feel regret and trauma feeling as if they have killed someone.
- Floats 0.1 cm off the ground and can go up to 2 cm if she wants to and has the energy.
Wounds and markings:
Click here
Known Backstory:
'The legend of the Street Owner, it is about a sixteen-year-old girl who was teasing their dog with their sister. Her sister missed the ball when catching and accidentally let the ball head close to the street. The dog ran for the ball of course but did not notice a car speeding down the street. The girl panicked and went to save her pet dog. She does successfully but only for the cost of her life. Her parents tried to get the ambulance there on time but they were too far away and could not get to her in time. Now she haunts the street, some say she is seeking vengeance while others say she is lost. This is why people cannot go driving at night as that is when she is at most active.' This is a quote from her story
Story:
Night Driving
Family and Relationships:
Family:
Phil Murwood (Father)
Sherie Murwood (Mother)
Helen Murwood (Sister)
Pity Pianist (Adoptive Brother)
Friends:
Amelia
GraveYard
Birch Kid (fav.me/dbk6d3z)
Shannon
Enemies:
Stop Man
GENERALName: Bradley Cooper
Nicknames: Brad
Unofficial Alias: Enigma (rarely used and more of a novelty)
Age: 60
D.O.B: 2nd July (Cancer)
Blood Type: O+
Family: Mother, Father
Affiliation: Neutral
Relationships: Bradley is the absolute definition of recluse, so unless you’re his parents or cat the closest relationship you’re likely to squeeze from him is ‘acquaintance’. Below are some rare cases of relationships that exceed that...
Tim Baskerville. They didnt meet until Brad’s in his mid-twenties. It’s complicated.
Worth noting that Bradley is friends with Jeshula independently of Josh.
Aaron Lee Miller. He didnt meet him till his early 30's and has been his prime caretaker
…th…that’s it. (for now?) RECLUSE. >:I
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’9”
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Mixed (including Asian, Egyptian, & Scandinavian)
Hair: Medium brown; currently dip-dyed blond
Eyes: Cyan
Notable: Left eyebrow pierced
HISTORY
Identified early on as an intelligent child. Fast-tracks through standard education earning his first few college degrees by 14. At 16 buys a secluded plot of land, builds "The Observatory", and begins freelancing in any area of work that strikes his fancy. Aids the super-powered community in a multitude of ways (designing tech/adaptable clothing, consulting). Pursues studying superpowers and superpowered individuals although keeps access to his full set of studies largely off limits. By 19 Bradley has: Obtained 5 different masters degrees and his first 3 PHDs; Written several successful works of fiction; Acquired a sexy eyebrow piercing; Among other scientific pursuits, has greatly assisted in many biomedical studies especialy concerning gene therapy.
PERSONALITY
When he’s not being accidentally swayed by other people’s biases, Bradley is naturally very Logical, Calm and Methodical. He’s got a Curious streak which drives him to delve into all sorts of things – from quantum physics to cooking.
His mother encouraged a Creative spark which largely manifests itself in Inventive ways. He’s also very much a Perfectionist - for better or worse - and a diagnosed Obsessive Compulsive. This means Brad can be very Controlling, especially when it comes to routine.
When it comes to dealing with more than one person at a time, Bradley nearly always comes off as very Reserved, a by-product of his empathy. Neutral and a Pacifist.
FEARS/INSECURITIES
People: lol no but rlly. Brad can be influenced way too easily by people. He's uncomfortable around even a small number of people. He's basically non-functional around large groups.
Death: Not so much his own mortality, but experiencing death second-hand. Nooooot a nice thing.
Losing control: Particularly in the context of losing control of himself. One of the reasons Brad is a capital-R Recluse is because he doesn’t want to just basically become someone else due to over-exposure. He’s very aware of how ‘drunk’ he can get on other people’s emotions… in retrospect.
POWERS
Super Genius:
Perfect mental recall.
Photographic/eidetic memory. Hyperthymesia.
Perfect at estimating weight/distance/time/size etc.
Excellent special awareness. Brad doesn’t stub his toe on furniture.
High-speed mental calculations.
Empath:
Simply put, if someone else feels it Brad feels it. This goes for raw emotions, subconscious feelings, and physical pain.
He can read people practically perfectly. Also aided by studying and picking up on micro-gestures.
Human Lie Detector. Somewhere between his empathy and supergenius, Brad can cotton on pretty easily if someone’s lying to him.
LIMITATIONS OF POWERS
Note: As of right now there are no real limitations on Brad’s powers. His supergenius is ever-growing and there doesn’t seem to be a cap on the amount of information he can store. The following are the biggest ‘limits’, loosely speaking…
No real control over his powers. Brad is pretty much switched on and dialed up to 11 the entire time, even in a sleeping state. He can’t help but take in perfect details of everything, including peoples emotions. His functionality suffers greatly when in the company of large groups.
Empathy gets weaker with distance (he lives in the middle of nowhere for that very reason), but even then it depends on the strength of the emotion. Eg; someone who’s bored isn’t going to be nearly as “loud” as someone who’s in excruciating pain.
Empathy is diluted through non-direct routes such as watching someone on a screen, talking on the phone, or communicating via text/email. Brad can very acutely decode nuances in peoples body language, typing, or speaking patterns, however, so even then he's not entirely disconnected from his empathy (despite not being in the persons physical space). This links back to the fact his powers are switched on and dialed up to 11 24/7.
SIDE EFFECTS OF POWERS:
Crippling Introversion: IN CASE IT WASN’T OBVIOUS. Bradley’s empathy is heightened to such a degree that it’s honestly safer for him to remain alone if he can. He’s the definition of a hermit, and that’s definitely wouldn’t be such an issue without his super-charged brain.
Pretty much unable to lie to other people: Again, to do with his empathy (PROBLEM POWER MUCH?? >:I) Brad finds it difficult to tell bare-faced lies to people – especially those who are actively seeking out the truth. That being said, there are work-arounds (telling half truths, wording things to be intentionally mis-interpreted, telling the complete truth but in a language the person can’t understand… : D)
Drugs and alcohol don’t effect him normally: Bradley’s body over-compensates for any inhibitors in his system. Although he may get a quicker bout of fatigue from fighting off the effects of inebriation, he’s not going to actually get drunk in the conventional sense. (He can, however, be effected by such substances by proxy. If he’s with a drunk person, he’ll pick up on the drunkenness.)
Synaesthesia (including Mirror-touch synesthesia!!): Although this side-effect actually aids Bradley with his mental recall, it also leads to over-stimulation
SKILLS
Includes but is not limited to:
Certified doctor & surgeon
SCIENTIST. This is one of his favoured fields and spans across physics, chemistry, biology, and all associated off-shoots (ie; microbiology or astro physics. Theoretical physics. You get the picture!)
Creatively skilled (art, music, writing, inventing) including being a successful author of screen plays, hard sci-fi, scientific and medical journals etc.
Multilingual/Polyglot.
Everything. He is skilled at everything.
STRENGTHS:
ALL THE THINGS ABOVE.
Uncannily quick learner.
Quick as a whip in general, especially with calculations.
Social and situational chameleon. Brad can adapt to pretty much any situation in order to handle anyone or anything appropriately.
“Early Warning System”. Brad has an innate sense of how many people are in the area at any given moment. You’re not going to sneak up on him. He’s a giant cheat at Hide and Seek since he can follow the 'hotness' of someone’s emotions.
Brad is incredibly wealthy. Money is never an issue, so if the circumstance calls for it he can literally afford to fork out for it. That’s a kind of economical strength??
WEAKNESSES:
EMPATHY. Literally crippling.
Stupidly susceptible to manipulation.
As mentioned earlier, his Synaesthesia can cause an uncomfortable sensory-overload.
Obsessive Compulsive (flares up worse when he’s stressed, and most often in the form of counting/organising/repeating things).
Tim Baskerville.
WEAPONS:
HIS FLAWLESS INTELLIGENCE >:U
ALSO SCIENCE.
In all seriousness, if Brad’s going into a dangerous situation chances are he’s going to be with someone else who is prepared in the weapons department. If caught in a sticky situation alone, Brad will improvise anything he might need (including weapons) out of whatever is available around him. Guy can make a mean explosive from household objects.
He can also pick up basically any weapon and figure out how to use it in a literal minute. SMART ASS.
(Additional: His Observatory is equipt with more defensive measures than anything else. So yeah. Speaking of The Observatory!...)
THE OBSERVATORY
Designed personally by Bradley and built under his strict scrutiny, the Observatory is Brad’s veritable fortress of a home. Located on an undisclosed private plot of land far from any signs of civilisation. In adition to an actual observatory, it contains a multitude of scientific labs, examination and test areas, underground bomb shelter, home theatre, gym, and swimming pool, among the usual necessities such as a bedroom, bathrooms etc all finished to the highest specification. Bradley is the only person to fully know the intricacies of the building and its contents. The only other person ever eventually granted unimpeded access is Tim Baskerville.
TRIVIA:
Both his parents know the Periodic table song because Brad spent the better part of a year reciting it when he was like 6 years old.
For a long time Brad identifies as an asexual panromantic, but all romance is pretty much off the table unless it’s under very special circumstances. …Tim is one of those circumstances, and very successfully flings the “a” out of Brad’s “asexual” notions. As a result he ends up better identifying as demisexual.
Has a pet cat – Schrödinger – who often visits the Observatory despite living in the family home with Brad’s parents (and another two cats Brad cloned from Schrö as a teenager).
Knows how to do eyebrow threading.
His body can register exactly what it needs at any given time (such as if he’s low on iron, calcium, sugar…) and Brad gets uncomfortable until he resolves that.
Related: Brad calorie counts to a ridiculously fine degree. He instinctually knows how many calories he needs to retain a perfectly healthy body and will abide by that rigidly.
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GENERALName: Christiana Alana Beaumont
Nicknames: Chrissy, Christy, Chris. She’s fine with most things. Even Merk or ‘Kava when in uniform.
Alias: Merkava
Age: 16+
Born: June
Family: Dad (Donovan), Mum (Holly - Deceased), younger Brother (Gabriel “Gabe”).
Affiliation: Hero. Mostly does solo work but is an honourary Teen Titan.
Relationships: Note: Chrissy is asexual and is not interested in pursuing any romance for the time being, but below are some bros.
Austin Kimber/Silex: Chrissy and Austin’s families go to the same church so they’ve been in one another’s radius for a while. When they cross each other’s paths in the hero world, it's easy for them both to resolve to keep their secret IDs in tact.
Lucy Taylor/Illusion: Lu is friends with everyone shut up. Nobutrly. Along with Austin, Lucy ends up being one of the very few people who knows who Merkava is behind the mask. Lu even does a magic show for her little brother's birthday party so of course Chrissy has to be friends with her, dangit.
Clyde/Steel: Chrissy ends up kind of co-pet-parenting Clyde with Scott. Scott’s fun, but Chrissy can provide some semblance of actual structure and care. She also convinces Clyde to join the police force with her later on. PARTNERS. :D
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’8”
Race: Metahuman
Ethnicity: Black; mixed (Her fathers side is African-American & her mother was of Peurto Rican/Cuban decent.)
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Notable: Has naturally curly hair but straightens it to within an inch of its life. Very toned and muscled.
HISTORY
Chrissy had a relatively normal upbringing living with her family on the outskirts of the city. When she was six years old (and her baby brother was barely 6 months), Chrissy and her mother were caught up in a severe bus accident due to a supervillain attack which resulted in her mother’s death. Ultimately this accident would lead Chrissy to pursue both a career in law enforcement and taking up a superhero mantle. It’s also worth noting that she was bullied pretty badly in middle school and ended up transferring schools as a result. Come highschool she takes on a very take-not-shit attitude and - although still a quiet and introverted person overall – develops a great deal of self-confidence. It’s around this time that she starts secretly ‘freelancing’ as a superhero. Only when it doesn’t get in the way of her school work, of course.
PERSONALITY
Generally quiet, preferring to reflect inwardly and think before she speaks. She enjoys school and is very studious overall, often researching something or other outside of her academic duties. Very level-headed, sensible, and responsible, always hard-working and often taking extra tasks on. Keeps calm under pressure. Has a strong sense of justice (not least of all because of her lawyer father) which can unfortunately lend itself to making her generally pretty Judgemental. Initially she comes across as reserved and even somewhat suspicious – certainly slow to trust. Chrissy also holds a mean grudge. Although she maintains a serious air and always takes time to think things over, she's not a total stick in the mud - Chrissy's an unashamed geek over video/computer games (and is a very serious W.o.W player) not to mention she always acts like a huge goof around her 6 y.o bro. They're a team c:
FEARS/INSECURITIES
Failure: Concerned about the consequences of any action and inaction she may take. Chris sets incredibly high standards for herself in general and will definitely beat herself up over not meeting them. This spans across all aspects of her life, from school work to being a hero.
Losing her family: Not least of all because she’s already suffered the devastating loss of her mother.
Her secret identity being discovered: Born of a need to protect her family and also preserve her own quality of life outside of superheroing. This is partly why she initially works solo.
POWERS
Enhanced Strength:
Can lift much heavier things than an average person (eg; can pretty easily throw a car).
Able to withstand long periods under pressure – anything from holding back a moving train to holding up a collapsed wall.
Short bursts of strength allow her to punch through walls or crush an apple in her fingertips.
Enhanced Stamina:
Able to do strenuous amounts of physical activity for prolonged periods of time.
Doesn’t tire easily.
Heart rate and breathing remain very steady even throughout physical strain. It takes a lot to get her heart racing or breath rugged.
Enhanced Durability:
Skin doesn’t scratch, break, or bruise easily.
Resistant to burns and catching fire in general.
Can take a gut punch or similar without getting winded.
LIMITATIONS OF POWERS
Only has enhanced durability externally: Chrissy is just as susceptible to any internal interference as a regular person is and would suffer as expected from things such as;
- Digested poisons
- Smoke inhalation
- Oxygen starvation in general
- Internal bleeding (no sword swallowing for Chrissy)
Isn’t immune to regular ailments: Similar to the above. From the common cold to pneumonia, Chrissy can catch it all and is still affected by any complications that may follow.
NOT indestructible: Her skin may be bullet proof, but even Chrissy wouldn’t be able to survive a direct missile to the face.
Ultimately mortal: She will die some day, even if it’s just from old age.
SIDE EFFECTS OF POWERS:
Sometimes forgets her own strength. There have been a lot of ‘cheaply made’ mugs which have shattered in Chrissy’s hands.
Rhino Skin :I Needles don’t easily penetrate her skin. (Yes, meaning issues getting medical injections! At some point medical professionals will usually just try and find an oral treatment she can take, but if it’s things like vaccines… uh, they have to crack out the rhino needles? IDK man, Chrissy does her best to avoid needing anything injected into her). This also means dips/IV’s aren’t easy to set up on Chrissy.
SKILLS
Standard self-defensive and combat training
More specific forms of combat training such as Taekwondo and kick-boxing. Her fighting skill set becomes more refined and varied as she gets older.
Becomes proficient at using a variety of firearms.
General knowledge nerd. You want her on your team for quiz night.
Better at strategy and planning than most of my other OCs tbh.
STRENGTHS:
:bulletblue: ….literal strength.
:bulletblue: Human Shield.
:bulletblue: Level-headed, sensible and responsible.
:bulletblue: Strong sense of justice.
:bulletblue: Calm under pressure.
:bulletblue: Opening Jars.
WEAKNESSES:
:bulletblack: Stubborn to a fault.
:bulletblack: Not a great people-person. She’s nice enough, especially to those she knows, but her overall bedside manner could use some work tbh. Let’s leave the networking and charming to Lucy please and thank you.
:bulletblack: Inclined to over-think situations. If in serious doubt, will err on the side of inaction.
WEAPONS and GEAR:
:bulletblue: Helmet!
:bulletblue: Titans Communicator.
:bulletblue: Swiss Army Knife.
:bulletblue: Power cuffs.
:bulletblue: Stun guns.
TRIVIA:
Has a pet British bulldog called Jeff. He’s not the brightest button in the box but they love him all the same.
Her family is Christian and they go to church every Sunday. Chrissy then goes for a run afterwards. She gets grumpy if she can't do these things.
Absolutely loves strawberries.
Her parents were butting heads over whether her first name should be Christianna or Alana so in the end they just rock-paper-scissor’d for it. Her dad won with “Chrissy”. c:
Her superpowers come from her fathers side. He has a very subtle expression of hyper-immunity (meaning he’s pretty much resistant to all illnesses) and it eventually becomes apparent that her younger brother has inherited a similar trait that gives him reactive invulnerability.
She’s adamant about keeping her secret identity an actual secret. Her little brother knows because he’s precocious and she can joke that he’s just kidding because he’s six, but she’s worried what her dad might think should he find out. Plot twist: HE ALREADY FIGURED IT OUT CHRISSY. But politely pretends not to know and trusts her to come to him in her own time if she feels like sharing. So long as she doesn’t get hurt and her grades don’t suffer, he’s happy for her. c:
Name: Dr. Darrick Newton [known as Raphael]Alias(es):
Raph
Raphael
Archangel Raphael (Morael)
Newty (Sam)
Newt
Doc (Brooke)
Ami Fou (Vincent)
Doctor
Dr. Newton
Agent Newton
Species: Arch Angel
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"(186 cm)
Occupation:
Members of Heavenly Garrison (formerly)
Healer
Demon Slayer
[PROFILE]
Appearance: messy dark auburn hair, light brown eye with a blue right bionic eye and bionic arm. Wears a red tie, dark brown pants and vest, green-blue sleeve shirt belt and black shoes. He wears the lab coat in the laboratory but other then that he usually wears a grey-brown coat given by Vincent.
Personality: He usually displays restraint and tends to be sarcastic whenever he has the chance. His also intelligent, understanding the mechanics in technology a little help by a scientist who also invented his bionics. Most people may see him as arrogant, insensitive, rude, irritating and can be a narcissistic at times. He doesn't care what people think of him or be called out on his flaws. He doesn't like to be hugged and is shown to be uncomfortable with children despite a certain someone seem to be fond with him. Regardless of his flaws Derrick is very caring, understanding and expressing sympathy even if he doesn't show. It takes something personal to break him. Under that confident and witty exterior he hides his physical and mental scars never to be shown by anyone it makes him feel emotionally vulnerable and he hates it. His wings are hidden but can be summon if he so wishes. However, he can't use them since it’s been brutally injured and his left wing was clip off.
Relationships:
Morael (protégé)
Bruce
Bryan
Brooke Hunter
Samantha Jones (Partner)
Crymon
Vincent
Miss Corporal
L.3.0
Sora
Detective Winsor
Professor Jones
Mad Henderson (An old enemy)
Likes: Plays the electric guitar and Black coffee
Dislikes: Being hugged, Ignorant people
[POWERS] HEALING
Empathic Healing - The user can heal others' emotional wounds and/or burdens, but the pain of the injury will also carry over to the user in terms of psychic pain.
[ITEMS]
Goggles- heat signature and x-ray (stolen it from Crymon)
Bionic eye & hand- use to analyze and interpret data. It can also generate temporary shield
Arm monitor- monitor his vital signs. Why? i have no idea.
H2O- H20 or Henry 2.0 a tiny little robot the size of a golf ball. Helps analyze on hard to reach spaces also acts as Derrick 3rd eye connect to his bionics.
Info young Roy:Call name: "Roy"
Full-Name: Rayen Jasper Hellborn
Race: Half-Elf
Age: Younger Roy: 24
Sex/Gender: Cis-Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (slightly prefers men)
Height: 6'0’’/1,85m+/-
Family:
https://www.deviantart.com/stash/026k...
Appearance:
Roy has a pale skin colour, brown hair, and greyish blue eyes, he has some light freckling on his nose which becomes more after being in the sun for a while and has a small dent in his chin. He always wears his key-necklace/cleric-spell focus, as it's physically not possible to be separated from him. Roy generally wears dark clothing, white shirts or clothing in hues of green and blue.
Roy started out with an average build but has been building muscle along his journies, being trained by a friend. He wears thick large glasses, as he has terrible eyesight. Until his 40's his hair was fully brown with a little bit of a reddish/gold hue and he went through a few different styles; war-cut (featured above), half-long hair to long hair, to eventually cut it short again. So far he has only one tattoo; a faun holding a firefly with flowers on his arm, which is purely aesthetic. He does, however, also have a large dark spot on his back, which seems to be growing. Roy is covered with scars, travelling alone is dangerous, which is something Roy knows very well as life has not been very kind to him so far.
His scars;
-Burn marks (look like pigment marks)
-Got stabbed in the ribs.
-Got cut with a ceremonial knife (Drow).
-Got scratched by a Shade.
-Magma
-Fell on a fishhook.
-Got stabbed through the leg by a creatures leg.
Personality:
Kind/friendly, an open book, really tries to be on friendly terms with most he meets, quirky, Anxious and Insecure, strange things seem to follow him and create quite a few awkward situations, smart but has a hard time thinking straight because of concentration issues, flustered easily, very talkative and curious, neeeerdddd, he's social but gets overwhelmed by large groups of people and new situations, wants to help as many people as possible, really strives to make the world a better place, a friend who'll give his everything to help you.
Class: Cleric (Knowledge, Roh) / Wizard (Abjuration)
Preferred magic: Anything Defense based and Healing.
Talents: Abjuration Magic, Speaks 7 languages, has a very high passive perception, drawing.
Flaws:
Loathes large bodies of water, especially cold or dirty water, can't swim with armour or robes, clumsy (has a very low dexterity), has a phobia of fire-based spells and Alchemist fire, Anxiety, basically blind without his glasses. Might think with his "nether regions" a bit too often.
Relation Status Currently (in game) : In a Relationship.
Favourite Weapon: Quarterstaff, doesn’t like using weapons but has an appreciation of artistic weapons.
Why did Roy become a Cleric, how did he experience it?
Roy was contacted by Roh at the age of 21, through a “dream”/vision. Roh wanted Roy to start adventuring and collect knowledge for her about random subjects. (Which was actually a way to lead him to important/defining moments in his life.) Roy was at that time attending Mage-school, specializing in Abjuration. He made a deal with Roh somewhat reluctantly, as he didn't really know what to believe of the god's words. The transformation of becoming a cleric was overnight, the next day, Roy woke up with a dark spot on his back, a key around his neck and having the ability to heal and cast different magic than before.
Later he also found out he had a sudden understanding of languages Draconic and Primordial as well, his power grew over time as he started living by Roh's command.
What has Roy experience so far;
-Roy has left the Mage-School and has since then been travelling with a fighter caravan, which he joined because he helped out the caravan's leader with beating a rival in a contest.
-To be able to help him he needed fairy dust, and to get that he helped a pixie get flee from will-o-the-wisps.
-While travelling with them, he has been abducted by penguins, walked over the polar ice caps because of this.
-Was brought back to the capital, where he was stalked and almost murdered by a serial killer. They ended up catching him but Roy has been scared for lift, as the dude stabbed him and set him and 2 other people on fire.
-After recovering, he found himself back on the road for trouble and managed to somehow, help re-awaken Lich by wanting to help an awakened skeleton... (We welcome Acererak the big evil asshole of this story)
-He got stuck in the Feywild after this, helping an old dying man.
-Things went oke for a while after he returned.
-Then... he got stuck in the Underdark for 4 weeks, by falling of a 100m ledge, somehow surviving that and being found by a mostly nice Goblin. Basically almost got eaten at least 20 times, eventually finding an ancient temple that held an "Evocation Stone" that powered up Time-based-Magic (Something that shouldn't exist in this world), which was something the goblin was looking for, taking it with them and almost getting blown up. Roy had to convince the goblin it was a VERY bad idea to give, said stone, to the Drow, they ended up deciding to start travelling back to the surface again. Haha just kidding, after almost reaching the surface they got the message that one of the people Roy went the Underdark in was still lost and probably in the Underdark captioned by slavers. Fek. So they went looking for the slavers, found them, bought 3-4 slaves (elf woman, human man, and 1-2 kobolds) to buy them their freedom back. Ended up travelling with the Elf woman and man. Traders told him his friend was bought by the Drow and would soon be slaughtered by the drow for some sick ritual/festival thing. Feeek. So they travelled to the drow city anyway and after meeting the Drow Matriach he had to trade a magical item....and something more physical, to get his friend back. Roy agreed, did the thing, got poisoned but got his friend back. They then travelled through an Orc village, almost dying again, and finally found there way back up...
-To then find out the way back up lead to the snowy wasteland, surrounding Steadhammer. Feeeeeeek. So after 2 weeks of somehow surviving travelling to the polar icecaps again. They made it to the city again.
-There Roy was Royally rewarded.
-Then his girl-friend broke up with him.
-He a sad boy.
-He enjoys Steadhammers festivities, takes some time to heal, hang around with friends etc, ends up being introduced to a girl, after he helped with a little "Where the hell is this item" quest. They ended up hitting it of and he has a GF who is way nicer to him now, yay.
-They start travelling again
Weird/Random facts:
- Roy speaks 7 languages, Common, Elvish, Dwarvish, Infernal, Giant, Draconic, Primordial and is able to lip-read. (half-elf + background + being a knowledge cleric + feat: observant)
- He really loves abandoned homes, temples, cities etc.
- He's a pretty skilled horse-rider.
- The magic items Roy currently owns; A +1 Evensung Shield, Bag of Holding, Sending Stone, Oath-Breaker Amulet, Ring of Animal Influence
- His sketchbook is a brown leather brown book, which he uses as a sketchbook and diary.
Bambi | loner | Pup | less than 1 moon old | Female + it/its | Exploring | Nurp | Skittish, shy, and wary. | Black wolf w/ brown spots and pale yellow eyes.(More info below)
- Eyes are closed still(will be for a while)
- It's parents abandoned it
- Adoptable
-Missing a back paw
- Also missing one of its eyes.
Stalker | Loner | Uhhh idk | 8 yo | Demiboy + he/him + they/them | Bisexual | Nahhh | Doesn't trust easily, aggressive at first, kind and silly when you get to know him. | Snow white wolf w/ blue eyes, they are SUPER fluffy(like a cloud) |(More info)
- Lost his siblings
- Nothin' else (yet)
Full Name: Hart HollowayStrengths:Resilient, Independent, Pretty Good Judge of Character (in most cases)
Weaknesses: Lonely, Apprehensive, Apathetic, Distrustful
Likes: Gaming - platformers + speed-running, but is enjoying co-op with Toki; Used to like: Skateboarding and being active - parkour if he could
Dislikes: Spicy Food (he's got a sensitive tummy shhh), Bullies (who doesn't?)
Personality: He's a bit stand-offish to those he distrusts or dislikes, but is otherwise fairly mellow and keeps to himself. Toki really helps him begin to open up and enjoy life more.
Goals: Would love to get back into skateboarding again, but is incredibly sensitive about it.
Orientation: Bisexual
Hair Color: Rich Brown - Reddish-toned
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Pale White
Alignment: Neutral - Chaotic-leaning, but not actively so. He's willing to break rules and will disregard authority unless it's someone he truly trusts. Not a "fight the power" type, just doesn't care one way or the other.
Education: Due to Apathy, he really didn't study in school. Not the most well-educated, but he's got common sense and will look into topics he's interested in.
Scars: Spoilers!
{Given name} Uhhh- Bunbo{Age} 12
{Appearance}
{pronouns} uhhh- any/all
{sexuality} they are exploringgg
{Background} (view spoiler)
{Job} Idk the jobs-
{Personality} A lot can be assumed when you first see Bunbo, but if there's anything you should know it's that he's responsive and charismatic. Of course he's also selfless, practical and courteous, but they're tainted by and mixed with habits of being lazy as well.
His responsiveness though, this is what he's most well-liked for. On many occasions people will count on this and his optimism in times of need.
Nobody's perfect of course and Bunbo has plenty of rainy days too. His blunt nature and childish nature pose plenty of problems and beyond what people are willing to deal with.
Fortunately his charisma assures this isn't the case very often.
ART IS BY KirbyKips on Diviantart
General InfoName: Luca
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Human
Appearance:
Height: 5'4
Weight: 100lbs
Hair: heterochromia, blond & black
Skin: Rose Beige
Eyes: violet (yes people's eyes can be a violet color)
Personality
Temperament: he is very melancholy, often obsessing about the smallest details.
Quirks/eccentricities: He usually paces when he thinks and fidgets with his hands. Of course, all of these things make him an 'outcast' to others.
Likes: Drinking tea, fidget toys, & listening to Andy Grammer.
Dislikes: Rap music, coffee, and sitting still.
Strengths: He can fix things at a high speed, and thinks about things to the point he gets it close to perfect or perfect.
Weaknesses: Not being able to swim, and having mental breakdowns.
Vampire/Human: Vampire<3Name: Kora
Appearance:
History: Unknown
Name: River AileSpecies: Red Fox Beastfolk
Gender: Transmasculine nonbinary (He/They)
Age: 23
Occupation: They are a baker
Personality: Chill, Laid back, Genuine, Witty, Charming and Flirtatious, Melancholic, Aloof, pretty aimless, Low-spirited and despondent, self deprecating but genuinely means well.
River is a very laid back and neutral person, using their calm to make advances that people could be nervous about doing. However they are not very well motivated and isn't very forward-driven, generally living in the now without much care for their future which can be both good and bad for them and their well-being.
They can come across as apathetic and uncaring and even annoying at times, often keeping to themself and their unwell self and pushes people away. However River means well and would never hurt anyone on purpose, and while they lack motivation he does want to help people and will muster up enough strength to do his part if it's someone he cares for.
Despite being melancholy and with little zest for life, Russell is a jokester and loves to tease, prank and joke with others. He enjoys getting a reaction from people, however positive or negative it may be, simply to feel grounded on his feet and be present.
He covers up a lot of his sadness and mental health with humor, but is extremely selfless and honest when given the opportunity to be. Getting through his shell is difficult, especially after having gone through 6 months of torturous labor 24/7 and being greeted with his boyfriend not wanting him back and wanting to take a break when he returned home, leaving him alone, depressed and in pain. During this period he picked up bad habits such as smoking and drinking in hopes of distracting himself from the hurt he went through, causing him to close himself off to others. Though despite his despondent nature, they still hope that they will push through with the help of friends and family being there to keep them going.
Appearance: River is known for their warm brown eyes that shine with an open friendliness. Freckles that appear at the sun's slightest provocation cover their face. Their wavy, chestnut colored hair falls just above their ears, containing natural touches of golden brown. They have a nimble, agile build, standing just above five feet and weighing 97 pounds.
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Other: they have ADHD, autism, & OCD
𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Cedric Alexander𝐀𝐠𝐞: 15
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Genderfluid
𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞:
-ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 4'11''
-ʜᴀɪʀ:
>ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ<: middle of the neck
>ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)<: Brown with blonde highlights
>ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ<: fluffy & frizzy
-ᴇʏᴇꜱ:
>ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)<: Light green & light grey central heteromania
-ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Skinny but semi-muscular
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
-ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ:
>ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 1<: Empathetic
>ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 2<: Playful
>ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 3<: Private
-ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ:
>ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 1<: Scatterbrained (like me XD)
>ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 2<: Timid
>ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ 3<: Workaholic
-ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ:
>ʟɪᴋᴇ 1<: Cooking
>ʟɪᴋᴇ 2<: Poetry
>ʟɪᴋᴇ 3<: Playing the guitar
-ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ:
>ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ 1<: Coffee/energy drinks
>ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ 2<: Sappy romance novels, preferably badly written ones.
>ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ 3<: Scared to death of spiders
-ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ:
>ʜᴀʙɪᴛ 1<: Biting his nails/lips
>ʜᴀʙɪᴛ 2<: Twitches often, particularly when nervous, which is a lot
>ʜᴀʙɪᴛ 3<: Bounces their legs when sitting
(Meaning- not sure man it came to me in a Vision tm)
Nicknames- Lu, Lus, Ska, Little Fox
Gender: DFAB fem
Pronouns- any
Orientation- TBA
Species: MUTT, Touguah, Chouguer, etc
(37.5% cheetah, 25% tiger, 25% Jaguar, 12.5% cougar)
Age: 0 months
Starting age- newborn
Birthday: June 19th
Zodiac- gemini
Birthstone- pearl
Birth flower- rose and honeysuckle
Theme song: Ribs by the Crane Wives
VC- Tabi Bardall as Nari Love in Find US Alive
or maybe Tasch Ritter as Dr. Beatrix Klein
Rank: Cub
Previous Ranks- N/A
Physical Description:
Luska is a bright ginger little cub, with black and brown stockings. She's got a striped black-and-white tail-tip, as well as rosettes and stripes along her main fur. Amidst these are spots. She's got a white mantle, and a white underbelly. Her nose is light pink, and her eyes have central heterochromia, fading from a blue on the outside to yellow on the inner ring. She is somewhat lithe, with a build more akin to her mothers. She's got longer fur on her tail, although it isn't much thicker than the rest of her fur and is slightly whispy. Ska has somewhat broad shoulders, with a bit more muscle in her front legs than her hind legs.
Armor: N/A
Inventory- feather and gem; tied to a leather band and worn around her shoulder. They'll eventually move to her wrist and then tail as she outgrows them.
The gem is Labradorite, multi-colored like her eyes.
The feathers are waxwing and wallcreeper
Traits:
Dominant-
Orange pelt, stripes, spots, striped tail-tip, white underbelly, yellow eyes, lean build
Recessive-
Two-toned pelt, black stockings, rosettes, white mantle, pink nose, darker paw-pads, central heterochromia, blue eyes, black ears
Carrier-
Dark yellow pelt, strong build, long tail, short, thick fur
Mutations-
Central heterochromia
Personality:
Adventurous/curious- “Ooo, what's this?”
A naturally curious cub, Luska loves to explore and experience new things. If things were too consistent, they'd be boring! Lus is a fan of change. It doesn't help that she gets very easily bored and her lack of patience is perhaps attached to this. She is an investigative cub, and can tube out warnings a little to easily, so she's more likely to find out things are a bad idea through personal experience. She'd stick her head down a foxhole if not stopped.
Bold- “I got this!”
Ska is a headstrong, courageous cub. She can be a bit impulsive, not looking before she leaps. She is almost never lacking in enthusiasm. Luska does have a sense of self preservation; however it's now always working perfectly. She's confident and trusts herself a little too much. She can be a bit rough and tumble, and a tad abrasive as a cat.
Feisty- “That's because you're not very smart.”, (baps you on top of the head(affectionately…?))
Luska certainly has a bite. She's a bit of a sassy cub, quickly to snap back with a witty retort. She's not usually outrightly mean, however, and Lus didn't start it. Most of the time. She's not one for outright yelling matches(unless the situation calls for it), but she is one for witty remarks and a bit blunt at best. Touch is also Luska's main love language. This means, probably, that when she elbows you, shoves you just a little, and probably bapd you on top of the head, she's just playing rough and it's affectionate. Probably. As far as anyone can tell. Lus is… not explaining herself.
Aloof/drifter- (already wandering away)
Luska's not got a great attention span. Due to this, she can tend to be a bit of a wanderer, and doesn't always have the easiest time listening to others. Especially monologs. She can also be a bit aloof, not saying things like ‘I love you’ because she thinks they're more implied through actions and the saying of it is less important to convey the meaning than actions taken to express it. They don't always realize words are a necessary form of communication.She's got an imagination so vibrant she can, at times, get a bit lost in it, consumed by her thoughts and not paying so much attention to those around her. She's also not great and explaining things and communicating well with others.
Inconsistent-
Luska's attention flutters like hummingbird wings. She refocuses quickly and tends to move from interest to interest just as fast. She can be a bit Inconsistent as a result, and this could be a bit confusing for others. This is especially apparent when she comes off as a bit distant and unresponsive one day but bright and cheery as ever the next because her focus on the prior day was simply elsewhere.
Extras-
Terrible navigation skills. Professional at getting lost.
Full of restless energy.
History:
Cubhood
Luska was born alongside Slough and Robin in the last litter to a large family. Tolmi and Griffon grew up together in ice empire and, finally reunited after an era of separation, had one final litter. As a result, Ska has a lot of relatives and older siblings. The litter is well beloved, both by their parents and their Empire, their mother Tomli having been adopted by Shabeel, Ice Empire's leader. Amongst her older siblings, currently in the empire are Ferox, Tumelo, Alex, Warrick, Silas, and Magna. Warrick has his own family, and through Tolmi Luska has many aunts and uncle in Nana Shabeel’s other cubs. Some of which have their own children, such as Heitiare’s family. Luska is simultaneously excited to have so much family, and too aloof to get to know everyone outside her siblings and parents super well. Lus uses the same nicknames for her family that her Mama Tolmi does.
Family:
Maternal-
Mother: Tolmi | status;location
Grandmother: Shabeel | alive;Ice Empire, Carolyn(bio) | unknown
Grandfather: Zadar | alive;Ice Empire, Todd(bio) | unknown
Aunts/Uncles: Vigil | deceased
Iphiteus | unknown, Crispin | deceased, Forseti | alive;Ice, Mumu | alive;Ice, Vali | unknown, Aldrnari | alive;Ice, Prima | alive;City
Fritjof | alive;Ice, Heitiare | alive;Ice, Hasina | alive;Ice, Abeni | unknown
1st Cousins: Domovoi | alive;Ice, Jotunn | deceased, Merlin | alive;Ice, Morgana | alive;Ice, Ariel | alive;Ice, Grendel | alive;ice
Paternal-
Father: Griffon
Grandfather: Perceus | unknown
Grandmother: Tea | deceased
Siblings- Slough | alive;Ice, Robin | alive;Ice
Ferox | alive;Ice, Tumelo | alive;Ice, Alexander | alive;Ice, Sparrow | unknown
Warrick | alive;Ice, Silas | alive;Ice, Magna | alive;Ice, Tate | unknown, Kategeris | unknown
Relationships:
Griffon “Dad!!” • father
Tolmi “Mama!” • mother