Post by angelshadowrena on Jun 1, 2015 3:24:14 GMT
Basic Information:
Name:
• True name: Seraphiel ( Sear-aff-eel )
• Nick name(s): Seraph
• Kitten name: Curse, later changed to Ghost
Gender: Male
Age: 5 season cycles (years)
• Birth season: Summer (Going by Southern Hemisphere)
• Birth date: 15th of December
• Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Appearance
Accessories
N/a
Scars
• Two in his left ear, the one at the top is longer than the bottom. | Given to him by an NPC tom
• He has many unseen scars beneath his long fluffy coat.
Special Features
• Bright orange eyes
• Unusual silver stripes
Breed(s): Chausie x Siberian
Basic appearance:
Colouration: • Largely black that runs from the top of his tail, not quite reaching the tip which is white instead. The black moves over his back going down his haunches over his abdomen to his shoulder, never touching either sides of his legs except when it gets to the front of his shoulder. This goes up over his neck covering the back of his head, it then comes together as a stripe which ends up going down the middle of his face in between his eyes stopping at his nose. The black from the back of his head also goes up the trim of both ears, leaving a silver 'dot' on the back of his ears like that of a tiger. He also has black socks going from roughly the middle of his legs down to his toes, which are white. At the back of his back legs, he has a silver strip which is just visible to the sides of his leg, ending before the black stops halfway up. On his face he has black cheeks, not touching either of his eyes but leaving a largeish gap and somewhat arching up from his nose, this is only interrupted by a silver stripe on each cheek which curls up to sit under his eye, the stripes do not go past the black. There is also a stripe of black which runs from the sides of his eyes down ever so slightly side ways to the end of his face which wraps into the back of his head. He has white that goes from underneath his tail, from the tip, to run under his body along his belly to his chest, up his chin and ending by going around his muzzle. The rest is silver, which starts by covering the rest of his face that isn't touched by black, the stripes on his back start at the back of his neck in a 'triangular' like mark. The first stripe goes from this down his shoulder to stop halfway down at a slight pointed angle, the silver covers over his spine and the stripes reach off each other instead of being tied off on their own. The next stripe points off to his rump with black trimming the edges which reaches over to his other side to do the same on that stripe. There is a gap between the next stripe which is rounded, this stripe is curvy reaching above his stomach and ending halfway down a little further than most ending up pointing down. Instead of branching to another stripe, the silver keeps going leaving a large space with no stripe until it reaches the next stripe which is sort of triangular with a large piece of black in the middle. Where there is no stripe leading from the main part of silver, there is a little stripe which is independent, not reaching further enough to touch either parts of silver above or below it. His last stripe runs right down the back of his leg stopping just short in the black, the silver stops going over his rump. Below the black and above the white of his belly and on his tail there is silver, this goes down each leg until reaching the black socks, on his tail it goes nearly to the tip but is cut off by the white which comes underneath. Topping it all, he has a dark reddish grey nose, this colour is also in each of his ears. He has stunning orange eyes, they are quite a bright hue of orange if not slightly rusty for a 'copper' colour.
Body type: • He is quite a large cat, thanks to his breeding. His legs are rather long, but instead of having a leggy look he gains a lean, slightly large build with a deep chest and extremely fluffy tail. Though he is a little lean it's a little hard to tell just how much thanks to his thick, triple layered fur, this is thicker in Winter than in Summer giving him a different look depending on the season. But since he is a medium haired cat, he isn't overly fluffy with fur reaching out everywhere. He has quite large, rounded paws. Thanks to his long legs and rather sturdy body he is very tall and large, not so much stocky as other cats but not off proportions by his long legs to his body ratio. On the left ear he has two distinct rips in his ear, the first from the bottom is smaller than the one above which cuts from deep within his ear, these are obviously made from cat claws.
Tribe Information
Lives: 9/9
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Tattoo: Silver-Air
Ability: Primary & Secondary
Skill Count:
• Primary skills: 13/13
• Secondary skills: 13/13
• Soulbond skills: 10/14
Profession:
Current: • Leader
Former: • Loner
Current Tribe: Air Tribe
Former ranks: Black-Air
Soulbond: N/a
Apprentice(s):
Current: None
Former: None
Primary skills:
• Currents
You have the trademark skills of the primary powers, the awareness of currents held in the breeze are no longer invisible to you. You're able to produce slight electrical sparks, nothing that could do harm but enough to start the process of manipulation.
• Breeze
With the awareness of what is carried on the breeze, you're able to direct air currents around yourself. Even if there is no breeze, you can summon a slight force of wind but nothing too substantial; you definitely won't be moving a tree or boulder anywhere.
• Electrical Force Fields
Combining your knowledge of air currents and electrical charge, you're able to create a force field of sorts against objects using their own charge against them. This ranges the more experienced you become forcing back only small objects to being able to hold back larger and increased objects as you progress.
• Further Your Knowledge
You may have the skill to summon a small amount of lightning to your aid, or play around with the breeze but now you're beginning to understand the working behind this. Understanding charges from both natural and unnatural causes. This will serve well for your future powers and control.
• Charge Me
With your extended knowledge, you're now able to change the conductivity of inanimate objects or manipulate their heat. You can change that boulder to be scorching hot, or freezing cold. If that doesn't do, you can make non-metal objects more conductive to electrical charge. You cannot do both on the same object however and it does not work on living organisms.
• Flow In The Breeze
You're now able to summon much larger air currents and control them much better than when you first began. You also have a better understanding of air and the natural wind. That boulder shouldn't be any problem for you now!
Secondary skills:
• Accelerator
With small air forces, you push yourself to sprint faster. You're definitely faster than any normal cat now. Only works in small bursts however.
• Bunnyhop
Call forth air forces to boost your jumping height. This can be used for offense too when used right.
• Windfield
By manipulating air vectors, you're able to create a temporary current of air around yourself, this will cause loose objects to be thrown if they are close. You will not be able to walk or move while using this technique, it will also vary in strength and size depending upon the user.
• Awareness
You can create air forces that will help you notice things in your environment, even the slightest movement or change in the air can be caught.
Signature move:
None.
Personality
[ Quiet ] | [ Watchful ] | [ Lonely ] | [ Wise ] | [ Grudging ] | [ Playful ] | [ Odd ] | [ Relaxed ] | [ Dedicated ] | [ Open-minded ] | [ Withdrawn ] | [ Serious ]
[ Quiet ]
Seraphiel is rather quiet, preferring to sit and watch things unfold rather than getting himself involved. However he's quite interested when he's actually involved with things, he'll become quite talkative. After his time as a young kitten being left out of little circles of friends and never really gaining any he grew to rely on himself for entertainment and friendship. He also finds others presence rather awkward, as he never really had the experience with others to grow socially. Being quiet also spares him from attention, which he doesn't find likeable. The tom also become more encased in his own world when his mother refused to pay him any attention or acknowledge his very existence. This was because his father died before his birthing and all his mother could see in him was her dead mate. Although this haunted Seraph for a long time, he soon took it as the fickle nature of female cats, and cats in general.
[ Watchful ]
Watching the comings and goings of other cats, he'll usually make himself alone rather than being with others. He's very guarded about what exactly he will reveal in talking with others, preferring to keep his feelings and thoughts to himself. Always eager to learn, he'll see how others interact with each other in an attempt to know what to say when others talk with him, it also gives him a good judge of character. Something he prides himself on, is knowing a little about others when they don't know much about him. This comes from his kitten hood as well, when he got over his mothers rejection and instead focused on watching and understanding others natures and emotions, in hope of understanding.
[ Lonely ]
Thanks to his natural standoffish attitude towards others, he makes himself very lonely. Unwilling to admit it to himself, he will often keen for company, yet when he has some he feels like he should just split and be alone. Unable to really judge that his loneliness is just that, a want to be around others since it's the way he's felt all his life being left out of things, he finds it all rather odd. And although he does spend a lot of time around others being in a Tribe, he'd rather be alone as it's all he's really use to.
[ Wise ]
Still young yet, he's not as wise as an old owl but he loves learning everything he can from anyone he can get it from. A quirk from his kitten days, he never got over his unusual thirst for knowledge and helping others with any information, granted it's pure fact, that will help them. Since he spends a lot of time listening and learning rather than being apart of things, he absorbs quite a bit of information. As long as whatever information he gives out doesn't hold any tribute to his own thoughts, he'll be more than happy to help others out.
[ Grudging ]
Seraphiel is difficult to rise to anger, having a level-head he tries to calm situations. However once you have him angry, you basically have an enemy for life. Unforgiving, he'll hold onto a grudge for a very long time, unless something drastic happens to change his mind. Still being young, once angry he isn't afraid to let his claws out. Although he held a grudge against his mother for a long time, he eventually forgave her as after learning about cats emotions, he figured that she was just protecting herself from the pain of becoming attached to him after his fathers passing.
[ Playful ]
Young at heart still, although often times being a loner, he'll practically jump at the chance to play as a kitten. Never really going through a lot of the things other kittens did, with their parents and siblings, he craved the attention. It also allows him to blow off steam or simply just stretch his legs while actually being happy. It's very difficult to get him to show off this side however.
[ Odd ]
Seraphiel has a few odd habits, one includes his love for birds. Not catching them, but watching them. He would be happy to just sit watching birds all day, often getting distracted by them when he's meant to be doing something else. He also likes collecting feathers that are deemed worthy enough for his collection. This stems back to his kitten hood when he never got much attention from anyone he took up watching birds. Birds grew on him, the way they were free to roam the skies as they pleased, their flock mentality and their beautiful feathers which shimmer any colour they please fascinates him. True he'll still hunt them, he'll always say a little sorry when he does. His collection first started when he was just little and a beautiful golden eagle landed in a tree above him, although the bird didn't care for the little kitten as he represented more of a meal than anything else, the kitten was dumbfounded. Unfurling it's wings, the bird gifted him with one of it's feathers before taking off. Ever since, he loves collecting all the feathers he can, provided they are worthy enough and in good condition as his first feather was.
[ Relaxed ]
Having meet a lot of new cats and been around others in a Tribe, despite his ways of wandering around the neutral lands and outside of the camp, even at night, he's become less stuck in his ways of assuming every one is to be avoided. This new attitude doesn't relate to him relaxing his ways of putting up a defense to every cat he comes across, since this is a tribute to his entire life's way. Although he has become more relaxed in his attitude to others, he's still very guarded about protecting his personal opinions and anything about his past, not wanting to get any ones sympathy, jeers or general reaction to what he went through, wanting to forget about it himself.
[ Dedicated ]
Being in a Tribe has changed him to being more dedicated to others, more so than himself. Thanks to his past he's now got it in his mind he should put all the other cats before himself, especially since he's now one of their Tribe members. Believing that they should be feed before himself, guarded with his life if needed and generally placed above his own needs or wants. This can be attributed to his abandonment and the fact he was forever told he wasn't good enough for anything, or anyone to care about him. Though he didn't take a lot of it to heart, he does value others. This is amplified if the other is his Tribe mate, younger than him, female or especially if he even in the slightest considers them a friend, he'd gladly lay his life down to make sure they're safe and happy.
[ Open-Minded ]
Tribe life has allowed him to gain some better relations with other cats, somewhat understanding dynamics of conversation and others better. Since he was never really around other cats, being a small group or a large gathering he never got to learn social behaviour like this before. Thus, he's become a little more open-minded to what others say, to learn from what others are doing, socially. This trait isn't too prominent since he is still half by suspicious of others but it's slowly developing more as he goes.
[ Withdrawn ]
Since losing his best friend and love, Seraphiel has become a little more withdrawn as he use to be. Though he tries to keep his more happy appearance that he developed over his time amongst the Tribes. He doesn't want to raise suspicions about his state of mind, so he tries to hide his emotions once more, keeping his true feelings a secret while giving out false information. When he is alone it's easier for him to break down and feel the heaviness of his heart. Even with those he trusts he will not try to give in to telling how horrible he feels. With his new rise to deputy it has helped to give him a reason to keep going, to hide his feelings and try to come to some sort of happiness. Being around his Tribe mates helps, even when he's just being quiet by himself, thinking of how much they mean to him.
[ Serious ]
Seraphiel is quite the serious tom, it isn't something he can control. Having grown from a young age to be closed off with his emotions so that nothing would come in to hurt him further. He isn't really aware of it himself, despite being told many times that he needs to lighten up a little. Despite trying to not be so serious about things, he isn't able to stop acting a little older than his years suggest. This has always been a trait for the tom and will never really leave him as it's ingrained into his very being. Even now when he's more in-tune with his emotions and how he thinks of things, it's still hard for him to put a cover on his emotions and appear serious. There is a few exceptions with cats he's most comfortable with, but even then he isn't the silliest or most emotional cat out there. He is able to show or tell of his true feelings to those he trusts. Being level-headed is something this tom will always be, even if his inner thoughts are in turmoil it will never outwardly show. He is also quite serious about most things, especially when it comes to the survival of his Tribe or those he loves.
Family Information
Mother: Kalila [ Car-lee-la ]| Black-Light | Unknown, unknown
Father: Diavart [ Dive-arrrt ] | Black-Water | Deceased
Sibling(s):
• Damek [ Half-Brother ] | Black-Light | Unknown, unknown
Mate: None
Kitten(s):
None
Best friend(s): None
Current Attraction(s): None
History
Before he was born his mother, Kalila and his father, Diavart meet in exile. They both refused to be in any war so had gone their separate ways when they were still very young. It wasn't until they were older that they meet, by chance when Diavart was there to save Kalila when she had fallen into an ice thick river as it slowly melted with the warmer of the seasons. Afterwards Diavart looked after the she-cat until she was back on her feet, having been close to freezing and gaining hypothermia, unable to hunt or keep herself warm for days. Developing a friendship the two cats decided to stay together, although they would often separate for days at a time and would keep travelling around different areas rather than staying in one place to call their own. It was during the years of being together that they slowly started to see each other in a different light, love. Kalila was more so in love with her tom, having always harboured some feelings since he'd rescued her all those years ago, but then it had only been a small crush. It was when another tom had shown interest in her when the pair had been traveling that Diavart showed that he returned her feelings, warning the other tom off because he loved her. The two cats then started to look for a place they could call their own, a territory. It was some months after they had done just that Kalila discovered she was pregnant. Being a first time mother she was scared, but with Diavart forever faithful at her side she slowly began to accept it, being more than overjoyed that she was going to mother her loves kittens. But not even halfway through the pregnancy tragedy struck when the pair was torn apart. They were out hunting around a canyon, the rock structure they didn't often travel to but thanks to the lack of prey had gone to, with Kalila needing to be feed. It was while her mate was about to catch a rabbit that had strayed from it's burrow when there was a fall of loose rocks, both prey and tom were buried beneath the rubble. The she-cat had been thrown down and tumbled down the cliff face but remained for the most part unhurt. Though she was more worried about her mate than herself, not even thinking about the kittens still developing in her belly. After hours of digging until her paws were raw and bleeding yielded no results in finding him. Unable to find herself able to go on with her mate missing the she-cat hung around the rubble, not eating, drinking or even bothering to clean herself. She might have given up the search for him, gone back into their part of the forest to raise their kittens alone, but she was desperately in love with him after the years of being by his side.
In short...
• His mother and father left the Tribes when they were young, becoming exiles.
• His mother and father meet later in life.
• Years of being together, they fall in love.
• Kalila becomes pregnant.
• Diavart "dies" in a rock fall.
• Kalila gets hurt tumbling down the rocks.
• Stays at the site of Diavart's "death", not eating/sleeping/taking care of herself.
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Horribly alone she wandered the forest in a daze for weeks, barely eating anything except for when her body demanded it from her or it would be too late to go on. Things for her might have gotten better, unfortunately what seemed like a blessing turned out to be a curse. When she came upon a clearing where a young she-cat was, by her side was Diavart. The tom was badly disfigured but very much alive. Unable to grasp what was happening the she-cat ran off, devastated by seeing that her mate had survived but instead of seeking her out had gone to some younger she-cat. Unfortunately if she had gone to investigate she would have known he'd lost his memory in the fall, only having small glimpses that he was missing something. Blinded by a despair she'd never known before the she-cat slowly started turning insane, not believing her mate would leave her like that. With her belly growing round with kittens she finally found her way back to the clearing, but instead of finding them there again all she found was her mates deceased body. Obviously he had been slowly dying thanks to his internal injuries and had expired before she had gotten any kind of explanation. At the despair of her mates betrayal, his dead body and everything her mind could come up with as to why he had been with a different she-cat who was no where to be found she cracked. It was by pure chance that she survived for the last few weeks of her pregnancy, growing so thin it was like she was hardly pregnant at all, ribs showing, fur scraggly, too weak to hunt. Giving birth prematurely she was horrified to see that two of her kittens were dead, barely developed while the only surviving kitten was a tom, a mirror image of his father. Blame scorched her fur, it had been this kitten who had killed her other two, little she-cats. Purely out of hatred she began to feed herself, giving the little tom barely enough milk to keep him alive but making sure he was going to survive. Thus her torture began. As he grew she dubbed him Curse, as that's what she believed he was. As he grew she would scar his little body with her claws, constantly abuse him with her snarls along with depriving him of food, but she would never let him die. Sick in the head as she was, she would forever tell him how useless he was, how he was nothing but a curse to her, to everyone and everything. It wasn't until the tom was near the age of three - four months that his mother grew sick of looking at him, no matter how inventive her torture was she was even getting sick of her games. Thus she took him away from their makeshift home, they traveled for some weeks before coming across other exiles.
In short...
• Kalila wanders, rarely eating.
• She may have gotten better, but she comes across a clearing to find Diavart alive with another she-cat.
• Diavart has lost his memory from the fall, which she doesn't know.
• Kalila goes on to believe Diavart betrayed her.
• Kalila slowly starts to go insane from despair.
• Diavart dies from internal wounds. Kalila finds his dead body.
• She gives birth; two still-born she-cats and one alive tom.
• Out of hatred she begins to feed herself and provide for the tom, naming him Curse.
• She begins to torture her son.
• After three to four months of torture she finally grows sick of Curse, she dumps him and leaves with the first cats she comes across.
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Dumping him with them without a word she left. It was only due to his young age that the cats decided to look after him, but from then on he would be taken from place to place. Never staying with the same cats, having none that took any real interest in him but pitying him enough to give him food when he came into their care. Often he would go without when the cats he was placed with wanted their food for themselves and their own kittens. Having to develop hardened emotions, never getting attachments and having to quickly gain skills of fighting and hunting to look after himself, others would be gone soon enough anyway. Despite this though, he was still raised within the exiles and learned to be thankful for that at least. His mother could have dumped him in the middle of nowhere quite happily but she'd left him with other cats. It was during these times that the kitten was dubbed Ghost, the name following him around. Once he was old enough to take care of himself the tom left the current cats he was in the care of, going off on his own. He started his collection of feathers at a young age, keeping it close to his heart and allowing no one to know about this. It was something important to him, as friendship might have been to others at this tender age. He lived like this for the next part of his life, having little to no contact with other cats, or at least as little as possible. The only major event he would note down was when he saved a little kitten from being hurt by it's father, allowing the mother to take it away. He had a lot of skirmishes with random cats, nearly gaining a life threatening injury from a fox, but nothing too exciting. Knowing that his own father was dead from his mother, he never gave much thought what a real family was like, having only witnessed it by some of the cats he'd stayed with, though he'd never been offered such affections. It was only when he started hearing rumours of the Tribe cats that he gave thought to rejoining cats again, finding it hard living on his own in the harsh seasons and feeling a deep scar of wanting to be with others, instead of alone. Having not known that the tattoo that was blacked out on his shoulders marked him out as a Air Tribe cat he flirted with the idea of joining them, but always shook his head at the idea, being alone was better. When he heard of exiled cats or their offspring joining the Tribes again and Winter coming up he decided to go for it, after all, he could always leave if it wasn't for him. Finally, he had joined, and was suddenly named the leader of Air-Tribe.
In short...
• Due to his young age the cats decide to look after him.
• He goes from family to family, not really wanted.
• Unable to develop attachment, Curse grows distant with little feeling.
• Forgives his mother, she could have killed him but gave him to others for life.
• His name is changed to Ghost.
• Starts to collect feathers, growing bird envy.
• Growing old enough to survive on his own he leaves.
• Stays on his own, surviving with little contact with others.
• Hears stories of the Tribes in whispers.
• Ponders seeking them out for survival reasons.
• Decides to join for a test, he'd leave if it wasn't for him.
• Is suddenly elected as Air-Tribe leader.
Trivia
Fun facts
• Seraph has a habit of crossing over his front legs when he's laying down.
• Seraphiel is a very large cat, averaging around 16" [inches] from paw to shoulder, while being quite stocky thanks to his breeding. He is fully grown.
• Seraphiel had never had a real relationship in his life, from friends to love. He's never even had a true friend, before he joined the Tribes. Thanks to this he has a hard time with 'emotions' or 'feelings'. He wouldn't know what love or even a romantic attractions was, along with finding it difficult to judge someone's feelings by emotions alone.
• Despite his complete lack of emotional knowledge, if he was to ever realize feelings for in particular a she-cat, he is the type to be an only one for me type of cat. This would take form of a 'true love' type of deal, he would find it very hard to either give this cat up or deal with their death. Probably never finding another 'partner' afterwards.
• He quite enjoys jewellery, although he has never actually gotten anything for himself before. Thanks to this he doesn't have any.
• One of his biggest fantasies is to have wings. To be able to have the freedom to travel anywhere at any time as he pleases, this is somewhat a starter for why he watches birds, out of envy.
• He has a weird sense of loyalty, always catching prey for cats within his Tribe before he will feed himself. Despite the fact most of them are mere strangers to him, this thought of responsibility is probably due to being abandoned.
• Seraphiel never liked either of his kit names. It would take a great deal of trust for him to tell anyone about his original kitten name, Curse. Usually he will use his second, though he doesn't really like what it stands for when he was given it, though this isn't known to others so he just goes with it. He is very fond of his true name, Seraphiel.
Favourite place: Pheasant Woods
Scent: An odd mix of airy grass and a deep bark that can't be distinguished as belonging to any specific species of tree.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Colours: Brown, white and the bright colours found on birds.
Roleplay Example
Dragging along white toes scrape the ground causing a rough cut through the grass where the cat had already been. Thankfully grass still littered the ground otherwise his paws would have probably changed into a muddy brown as they hardly lifted when placed to walk. His copper eyes dully took in the surroundings, trees, trees and more trees. But he was thankful for the trees, at least they gave some reprieve from the sun which had baked the earth below. Unable to keep himself up any longer the tom collapsed onto his side, placed between the roots of a tree where the grass was still green thanks to the trees leaves blocking out a lot of the sun rays. Placing his head between his sore paws he gave a sigh which rattled his entire body. The silver, black and white tabby wasn't exactly skinny but the pangs of hunger which had been driving him along to search for food still gnawed at him. But there was no way he was going to be able to catch anything in this weather or make it back to Air Tribe any time soon. Seraphiel was still adjusting to Tribe life and hadn't yet gotten use to taking food from a pile instead of hunting it for himself, it was also his duty to replace what he'd eaten and so far he'd caught nothing. As per usual his black socked front legs over laid one another as he glanced up at the branches above his head. At least in the trees there were birds, and where there were birds he was happy to ignore the rumbling of his stomach and watch them. To be free, it was always a wish of his. Imagine having wings to travel where you wanted, no matter what. The thought that he wasn't alone in the forest, never struck the Silver-Air as he lay watching the birds around him, too tired and hungry to really care either.
Name:
• True name: Seraphiel ( Sear-aff-eel )
• Nick name(s): Seraph
• Kitten name: Curse, later changed to Ghost
Gender: Male
Age: 5 season cycles (years)
• Birth season: Summer (Going by Southern Hemisphere)
• Birth date: 15th of December
• Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Appearance
Accessories
N/a
Scars
• Two in his left ear, the one at the top is longer than the bottom. | Given to him by an NPC tom
• He has many unseen scars beneath his long fluffy coat.
Special Features
• Bright orange eyes
• Unusual silver stripes
Breed(s): Chausie x Siberian
Basic appearance:
Colouration: • Largely black that runs from the top of his tail, not quite reaching the tip which is white instead. The black moves over his back going down his haunches over his abdomen to his shoulder, never touching either sides of his legs except when it gets to the front of his shoulder. This goes up over his neck covering the back of his head, it then comes together as a stripe which ends up going down the middle of his face in between his eyes stopping at his nose. The black from the back of his head also goes up the trim of both ears, leaving a silver 'dot' on the back of his ears like that of a tiger. He also has black socks going from roughly the middle of his legs down to his toes, which are white. At the back of his back legs, he has a silver strip which is just visible to the sides of his leg, ending before the black stops halfway up. On his face he has black cheeks, not touching either of his eyes but leaving a largeish gap and somewhat arching up from his nose, this is only interrupted by a silver stripe on each cheek which curls up to sit under his eye, the stripes do not go past the black. There is also a stripe of black which runs from the sides of his eyes down ever so slightly side ways to the end of his face which wraps into the back of his head. He has white that goes from underneath his tail, from the tip, to run under his body along his belly to his chest, up his chin and ending by going around his muzzle. The rest is silver, which starts by covering the rest of his face that isn't touched by black, the stripes on his back start at the back of his neck in a 'triangular' like mark. The first stripe goes from this down his shoulder to stop halfway down at a slight pointed angle, the silver covers over his spine and the stripes reach off each other instead of being tied off on their own. The next stripe points off to his rump with black trimming the edges which reaches over to his other side to do the same on that stripe. There is a gap between the next stripe which is rounded, this stripe is curvy reaching above his stomach and ending halfway down a little further than most ending up pointing down. Instead of branching to another stripe, the silver keeps going leaving a large space with no stripe until it reaches the next stripe which is sort of triangular with a large piece of black in the middle. Where there is no stripe leading from the main part of silver, there is a little stripe which is independent, not reaching further enough to touch either parts of silver above or below it. His last stripe runs right down the back of his leg stopping just short in the black, the silver stops going over his rump. Below the black and above the white of his belly and on his tail there is silver, this goes down each leg until reaching the black socks, on his tail it goes nearly to the tip but is cut off by the white which comes underneath. Topping it all, he has a dark reddish grey nose, this colour is also in each of his ears. He has stunning orange eyes, they are quite a bright hue of orange if not slightly rusty for a 'copper' colour.
Body type: • He is quite a large cat, thanks to his breeding. His legs are rather long, but instead of having a leggy look he gains a lean, slightly large build with a deep chest and extremely fluffy tail. Though he is a little lean it's a little hard to tell just how much thanks to his thick, triple layered fur, this is thicker in Winter than in Summer giving him a different look depending on the season. But since he is a medium haired cat, he isn't overly fluffy with fur reaching out everywhere. He has quite large, rounded paws. Thanks to his long legs and rather sturdy body he is very tall and large, not so much stocky as other cats but not off proportions by his long legs to his body ratio. On the left ear he has two distinct rips in his ear, the first from the bottom is smaller than the one above which cuts from deep within his ear, these are obviously made from cat claws.
Tribe Information
Lives: 9/9
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Tattoo: Silver-Air
Ability: Primary & Secondary
Skill Count:
• Primary skills: 13/13
• Secondary skills: 13/13
• Soulbond skills: 10/14
Profession:
Current: • Leader
Former: • Loner
Current Tribe: Air Tribe
Former ranks: Black-Air
Soulbond: N/a
Apprentice(s):
Current: None
Former: None
Primary skills:
• Currents
You have the trademark skills of the primary powers, the awareness of currents held in the breeze are no longer invisible to you. You're able to produce slight electrical sparks, nothing that could do harm but enough to start the process of manipulation.
• Breeze
With the awareness of what is carried on the breeze, you're able to direct air currents around yourself. Even if there is no breeze, you can summon a slight force of wind but nothing too substantial; you definitely won't be moving a tree or boulder anywhere.
• Electrical Force Fields
Combining your knowledge of air currents and electrical charge, you're able to create a force field of sorts against objects using their own charge against them. This ranges the more experienced you become forcing back only small objects to being able to hold back larger and increased objects as you progress.
• Further Your Knowledge
You may have the skill to summon a small amount of lightning to your aid, or play around with the breeze but now you're beginning to understand the working behind this. Understanding charges from both natural and unnatural causes. This will serve well for your future powers and control.
• Charge Me
With your extended knowledge, you're now able to change the conductivity of inanimate objects or manipulate their heat. You can change that boulder to be scorching hot, or freezing cold. If that doesn't do, you can make non-metal objects more conductive to electrical charge. You cannot do both on the same object however and it does not work on living organisms.
• Flow In The Breeze
You're now able to summon much larger air currents and control them much better than when you first began. You also have a better understanding of air and the natural wind. That boulder shouldn't be any problem for you now!
Secondary skills:
• Accelerator
With small air forces, you push yourself to sprint faster. You're definitely faster than any normal cat now. Only works in small bursts however.
• Bunnyhop
Call forth air forces to boost your jumping height. This can be used for offense too when used right.
• Windfield
By manipulating air vectors, you're able to create a temporary current of air around yourself, this will cause loose objects to be thrown if they are close. You will not be able to walk or move while using this technique, it will also vary in strength and size depending upon the user.
• Awareness
You can create air forces that will help you notice things in your environment, even the slightest movement or change in the air can be caught.
Signature move:
None.
Personality
[ Quiet ] | [ Watchful ] | [ Lonely ] | [ Wise ] | [ Grudging ] | [ Playful ] | [ Odd ] | [ Relaxed ] | [ Dedicated ] | [ Open-minded ] | [ Withdrawn ] | [ Serious ]
[ Quiet ]
Seraphiel is rather quiet, preferring to sit and watch things unfold rather than getting himself involved. However he's quite interested when he's actually involved with things, he'll become quite talkative. After his time as a young kitten being left out of little circles of friends and never really gaining any he grew to rely on himself for entertainment and friendship. He also finds others presence rather awkward, as he never really had the experience with others to grow socially. Being quiet also spares him from attention, which he doesn't find likeable. The tom also become more encased in his own world when his mother refused to pay him any attention or acknowledge his very existence. This was because his father died before his birthing and all his mother could see in him was her dead mate. Although this haunted Seraph for a long time, he soon took it as the fickle nature of female cats, and cats in general.
[ Watchful ]
Watching the comings and goings of other cats, he'll usually make himself alone rather than being with others. He's very guarded about what exactly he will reveal in talking with others, preferring to keep his feelings and thoughts to himself. Always eager to learn, he'll see how others interact with each other in an attempt to know what to say when others talk with him, it also gives him a good judge of character. Something he prides himself on, is knowing a little about others when they don't know much about him. This comes from his kitten hood as well, when he got over his mothers rejection and instead focused on watching and understanding others natures and emotions, in hope of understanding.
[ Lonely ]
Thanks to his natural standoffish attitude towards others, he makes himself very lonely. Unwilling to admit it to himself, he will often keen for company, yet when he has some he feels like he should just split and be alone. Unable to really judge that his loneliness is just that, a want to be around others since it's the way he's felt all his life being left out of things, he finds it all rather odd. And although he does spend a lot of time around others being in a Tribe, he'd rather be alone as it's all he's really use to.
[ Wise ]
Still young yet, he's not as wise as an old owl but he loves learning everything he can from anyone he can get it from. A quirk from his kitten days, he never got over his unusual thirst for knowledge and helping others with any information, granted it's pure fact, that will help them. Since he spends a lot of time listening and learning rather than being apart of things, he absorbs quite a bit of information. As long as whatever information he gives out doesn't hold any tribute to his own thoughts, he'll be more than happy to help others out.
[ Grudging ]
Seraphiel is difficult to rise to anger, having a level-head he tries to calm situations. However once you have him angry, you basically have an enemy for life. Unforgiving, he'll hold onto a grudge for a very long time, unless something drastic happens to change his mind. Still being young, once angry he isn't afraid to let his claws out. Although he held a grudge against his mother for a long time, he eventually forgave her as after learning about cats emotions, he figured that she was just protecting herself from the pain of becoming attached to him after his fathers passing.
[ Playful ]
Young at heart still, although often times being a loner, he'll practically jump at the chance to play as a kitten. Never really going through a lot of the things other kittens did, with their parents and siblings, he craved the attention. It also allows him to blow off steam or simply just stretch his legs while actually being happy. It's very difficult to get him to show off this side however.
[ Odd ]
Seraphiel has a few odd habits, one includes his love for birds. Not catching them, but watching them. He would be happy to just sit watching birds all day, often getting distracted by them when he's meant to be doing something else. He also likes collecting feathers that are deemed worthy enough for his collection. This stems back to his kitten hood when he never got much attention from anyone he took up watching birds. Birds grew on him, the way they were free to roam the skies as they pleased, their flock mentality and their beautiful feathers which shimmer any colour they please fascinates him. True he'll still hunt them, he'll always say a little sorry when he does. His collection first started when he was just little and a beautiful golden eagle landed in a tree above him, although the bird didn't care for the little kitten as he represented more of a meal than anything else, the kitten was dumbfounded. Unfurling it's wings, the bird gifted him with one of it's feathers before taking off. Ever since, he loves collecting all the feathers he can, provided they are worthy enough and in good condition as his first feather was.
[ Relaxed ]
Having meet a lot of new cats and been around others in a Tribe, despite his ways of wandering around the neutral lands and outside of the camp, even at night, he's become less stuck in his ways of assuming every one is to be avoided. This new attitude doesn't relate to him relaxing his ways of putting up a defense to every cat he comes across, since this is a tribute to his entire life's way. Although he has become more relaxed in his attitude to others, he's still very guarded about protecting his personal opinions and anything about his past, not wanting to get any ones sympathy, jeers or general reaction to what he went through, wanting to forget about it himself.
[ Dedicated ]
Being in a Tribe has changed him to being more dedicated to others, more so than himself. Thanks to his past he's now got it in his mind he should put all the other cats before himself, especially since he's now one of their Tribe members. Believing that they should be feed before himself, guarded with his life if needed and generally placed above his own needs or wants. This can be attributed to his abandonment and the fact he was forever told he wasn't good enough for anything, or anyone to care about him. Though he didn't take a lot of it to heart, he does value others. This is amplified if the other is his Tribe mate, younger than him, female or especially if he even in the slightest considers them a friend, he'd gladly lay his life down to make sure they're safe and happy.
[ Open-Minded ]
Tribe life has allowed him to gain some better relations with other cats, somewhat understanding dynamics of conversation and others better. Since he was never really around other cats, being a small group or a large gathering he never got to learn social behaviour like this before. Thus, he's become a little more open-minded to what others say, to learn from what others are doing, socially. This trait isn't too prominent since he is still half by suspicious of others but it's slowly developing more as he goes.
[ Withdrawn ]
Since losing his best friend and love, Seraphiel has become a little more withdrawn as he use to be. Though he tries to keep his more happy appearance that he developed over his time amongst the Tribes. He doesn't want to raise suspicions about his state of mind, so he tries to hide his emotions once more, keeping his true feelings a secret while giving out false information. When he is alone it's easier for him to break down and feel the heaviness of his heart. Even with those he trusts he will not try to give in to telling how horrible he feels. With his new rise to deputy it has helped to give him a reason to keep going, to hide his feelings and try to come to some sort of happiness. Being around his Tribe mates helps, even when he's just being quiet by himself, thinking of how much they mean to him.
[ Serious ]
Seraphiel is quite the serious tom, it isn't something he can control. Having grown from a young age to be closed off with his emotions so that nothing would come in to hurt him further. He isn't really aware of it himself, despite being told many times that he needs to lighten up a little. Despite trying to not be so serious about things, he isn't able to stop acting a little older than his years suggest. This has always been a trait for the tom and will never really leave him as it's ingrained into his very being. Even now when he's more in-tune with his emotions and how he thinks of things, it's still hard for him to put a cover on his emotions and appear serious. There is a few exceptions with cats he's most comfortable with, but even then he isn't the silliest or most emotional cat out there. He is able to show or tell of his true feelings to those he trusts. Being level-headed is something this tom will always be, even if his inner thoughts are in turmoil it will never outwardly show. He is also quite serious about most things, especially when it comes to the survival of his Tribe or those he loves.
Family Information
Mother: Kalila [ Car-lee-la ]| Black-Light | Unknown, unknown
Father: Diavart [ Dive-arrrt ] | Black-Water | Deceased
Sibling(s):
• Damek [ Half-Brother ] | Black-Light | Unknown, unknown
Mate: None
Kitten(s):
None
Best friend(s): None
Current Attraction(s): None
History
Before he was born his mother, Kalila and his father, Diavart meet in exile. They both refused to be in any war so had gone their separate ways when they were still very young. It wasn't until they were older that they meet, by chance when Diavart was there to save Kalila when she had fallen into an ice thick river as it slowly melted with the warmer of the seasons. Afterwards Diavart looked after the she-cat until she was back on her feet, having been close to freezing and gaining hypothermia, unable to hunt or keep herself warm for days. Developing a friendship the two cats decided to stay together, although they would often separate for days at a time and would keep travelling around different areas rather than staying in one place to call their own. It was during the years of being together that they slowly started to see each other in a different light, love. Kalila was more so in love with her tom, having always harboured some feelings since he'd rescued her all those years ago, but then it had only been a small crush. It was when another tom had shown interest in her when the pair had been traveling that Diavart showed that he returned her feelings, warning the other tom off because he loved her. The two cats then started to look for a place they could call their own, a territory. It was some months after they had done just that Kalila discovered she was pregnant. Being a first time mother she was scared, but with Diavart forever faithful at her side she slowly began to accept it, being more than overjoyed that she was going to mother her loves kittens. But not even halfway through the pregnancy tragedy struck when the pair was torn apart. They were out hunting around a canyon, the rock structure they didn't often travel to but thanks to the lack of prey had gone to, with Kalila needing to be feed. It was while her mate was about to catch a rabbit that had strayed from it's burrow when there was a fall of loose rocks, both prey and tom were buried beneath the rubble. The she-cat had been thrown down and tumbled down the cliff face but remained for the most part unhurt. Though she was more worried about her mate than herself, not even thinking about the kittens still developing in her belly. After hours of digging until her paws were raw and bleeding yielded no results in finding him. Unable to find herself able to go on with her mate missing the she-cat hung around the rubble, not eating, drinking or even bothering to clean herself. She might have given up the search for him, gone back into their part of the forest to raise their kittens alone, but she was desperately in love with him after the years of being by his side.
In short...
• His mother and father left the Tribes when they were young, becoming exiles.
• His mother and father meet later in life.
• Years of being together, they fall in love.
• Kalila becomes pregnant.
• Diavart "dies" in a rock fall.
• Kalila gets hurt tumbling down the rocks.
• Stays at the site of Diavart's "death", not eating/sleeping/taking care of herself.
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Horribly alone she wandered the forest in a daze for weeks, barely eating anything except for when her body demanded it from her or it would be too late to go on. Things for her might have gotten better, unfortunately what seemed like a blessing turned out to be a curse. When she came upon a clearing where a young she-cat was, by her side was Diavart. The tom was badly disfigured but very much alive. Unable to grasp what was happening the she-cat ran off, devastated by seeing that her mate had survived but instead of seeking her out had gone to some younger she-cat. Unfortunately if she had gone to investigate she would have known he'd lost his memory in the fall, only having small glimpses that he was missing something. Blinded by a despair she'd never known before the she-cat slowly started turning insane, not believing her mate would leave her like that. With her belly growing round with kittens she finally found her way back to the clearing, but instead of finding them there again all she found was her mates deceased body. Obviously he had been slowly dying thanks to his internal injuries and had expired before she had gotten any kind of explanation. At the despair of her mates betrayal, his dead body and everything her mind could come up with as to why he had been with a different she-cat who was no where to be found she cracked. It was by pure chance that she survived for the last few weeks of her pregnancy, growing so thin it was like she was hardly pregnant at all, ribs showing, fur scraggly, too weak to hunt. Giving birth prematurely she was horrified to see that two of her kittens were dead, barely developed while the only surviving kitten was a tom, a mirror image of his father. Blame scorched her fur, it had been this kitten who had killed her other two, little she-cats. Purely out of hatred she began to feed herself, giving the little tom barely enough milk to keep him alive but making sure he was going to survive. Thus her torture began. As he grew she dubbed him Curse, as that's what she believed he was. As he grew she would scar his little body with her claws, constantly abuse him with her snarls along with depriving him of food, but she would never let him die. Sick in the head as she was, she would forever tell him how useless he was, how he was nothing but a curse to her, to everyone and everything. It wasn't until the tom was near the age of three - four months that his mother grew sick of looking at him, no matter how inventive her torture was she was even getting sick of her games. Thus she took him away from their makeshift home, they traveled for some weeks before coming across other exiles.
In short...
• Kalila wanders, rarely eating.
• She may have gotten better, but she comes across a clearing to find Diavart alive with another she-cat.
• Diavart has lost his memory from the fall, which she doesn't know.
• Kalila goes on to believe Diavart betrayed her.
• Kalila slowly starts to go insane from despair.
• Diavart dies from internal wounds. Kalila finds his dead body.
• She gives birth; two still-born she-cats and one alive tom.
• Out of hatred she begins to feed herself and provide for the tom, naming him Curse.
• She begins to torture her son.
• After three to four months of torture she finally grows sick of Curse, she dumps him and leaves with the first cats she comes across.
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Dumping him with them without a word she left. It was only due to his young age that the cats decided to look after him, but from then on he would be taken from place to place. Never staying with the same cats, having none that took any real interest in him but pitying him enough to give him food when he came into their care. Often he would go without when the cats he was placed with wanted their food for themselves and their own kittens. Having to develop hardened emotions, never getting attachments and having to quickly gain skills of fighting and hunting to look after himself, others would be gone soon enough anyway. Despite this though, he was still raised within the exiles and learned to be thankful for that at least. His mother could have dumped him in the middle of nowhere quite happily but she'd left him with other cats. It was during these times that the kitten was dubbed Ghost, the name following him around. Once he was old enough to take care of himself the tom left the current cats he was in the care of, going off on his own. He started his collection of feathers at a young age, keeping it close to his heart and allowing no one to know about this. It was something important to him, as friendship might have been to others at this tender age. He lived like this for the next part of his life, having little to no contact with other cats, or at least as little as possible. The only major event he would note down was when he saved a little kitten from being hurt by it's father, allowing the mother to take it away. He had a lot of skirmishes with random cats, nearly gaining a life threatening injury from a fox, but nothing too exciting. Knowing that his own father was dead from his mother, he never gave much thought what a real family was like, having only witnessed it by some of the cats he'd stayed with, though he'd never been offered such affections. It was only when he started hearing rumours of the Tribe cats that he gave thought to rejoining cats again, finding it hard living on his own in the harsh seasons and feeling a deep scar of wanting to be with others, instead of alone. Having not known that the tattoo that was blacked out on his shoulders marked him out as a Air Tribe cat he flirted with the idea of joining them, but always shook his head at the idea, being alone was better. When he heard of exiled cats or their offspring joining the Tribes again and Winter coming up he decided to go for it, after all, he could always leave if it wasn't for him. Finally, he had joined, and was suddenly named the leader of Air-Tribe.
In short...
• Due to his young age the cats decide to look after him.
• He goes from family to family, not really wanted.
• Unable to develop attachment, Curse grows distant with little feeling.
• Forgives his mother, she could have killed him but gave him to others for life.
• His name is changed to Ghost.
• Starts to collect feathers, growing bird envy.
• Growing old enough to survive on his own he leaves.
• Stays on his own, surviving with little contact with others.
• Hears stories of the Tribes in whispers.
• Ponders seeking them out for survival reasons.
• Decides to join for a test, he'd leave if it wasn't for him.
• Is suddenly elected as Air-Tribe leader.
Trivia
Fun facts
• Seraph has a habit of crossing over his front legs when he's laying down.
• Seraphiel is a very large cat, averaging around 16" [inches] from paw to shoulder, while being quite stocky thanks to his breeding. He is fully grown.
• Seraphiel had never had a real relationship in his life, from friends to love. He's never even had a true friend, before he joined the Tribes. Thanks to this he has a hard time with 'emotions' or 'feelings'. He wouldn't know what love or even a romantic attractions was, along with finding it difficult to judge someone's feelings by emotions alone.
• Despite his complete lack of emotional knowledge, if he was to ever realize feelings for in particular a she-cat, he is the type to be an only one for me type of cat. This would take form of a 'true love' type of deal, he would find it very hard to either give this cat up or deal with their death. Probably never finding another 'partner' afterwards.
• He quite enjoys jewellery, although he has never actually gotten anything for himself before. Thanks to this he doesn't have any.
• One of his biggest fantasies is to have wings. To be able to have the freedom to travel anywhere at any time as he pleases, this is somewhat a starter for why he watches birds, out of envy.
• He has a weird sense of loyalty, always catching prey for cats within his Tribe before he will feed himself. Despite the fact most of them are mere strangers to him, this thought of responsibility is probably due to being abandoned.
• Seraphiel never liked either of his kit names. It would take a great deal of trust for him to tell anyone about his original kitten name, Curse. Usually he will use his second, though he doesn't really like what it stands for when he was given it, though this isn't known to others so he just goes with it. He is very fond of his true name, Seraphiel.
Favourite place: Pheasant Woods
Scent: An odd mix of airy grass and a deep bark that can't be distinguished as belonging to any specific species of tree.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Colours: Brown, white and the bright colours found on birds.
Roleplay Example
Dragging along white toes scrape the ground causing a rough cut through the grass where the cat had already been. Thankfully grass still littered the ground otherwise his paws would have probably changed into a muddy brown as they hardly lifted when placed to walk. His copper eyes dully took in the surroundings, trees, trees and more trees. But he was thankful for the trees, at least they gave some reprieve from the sun which had baked the earth below. Unable to keep himself up any longer the tom collapsed onto his side, placed between the roots of a tree where the grass was still green thanks to the trees leaves blocking out a lot of the sun rays. Placing his head between his sore paws he gave a sigh which rattled his entire body. The silver, black and white tabby wasn't exactly skinny but the pangs of hunger which had been driving him along to search for food still gnawed at him. But there was no way he was going to be able to catch anything in this weather or make it back to Air Tribe any time soon. Seraphiel was still adjusting to Tribe life and hadn't yet gotten use to taking food from a pile instead of hunting it for himself, it was also his duty to replace what he'd eaten and so far he'd caught nothing. As per usual his black socked front legs over laid one another as he glanced up at the branches above his head. At least in the trees there were birds, and where there were birds he was happy to ignore the rumbling of his stomach and watch them. To be free, it was always a wish of his. Imagine having wings to travel where you wanted, no matter what. The thought that he wasn't alone in the forest, never struck the Silver-Air as he lay watching the birds around him, too tired and hungry to really care either.
