The Cluster [Guide//Joining Thread] Join the Swarm

[sup]//screams and throws calli

name\ calliphora.
species\ feline.
gender\ female.
rank\ promatriarch if it isn't reclaimed. otherwise she'll just be an elite like she was.
appearance\ a skinny, greyish-brown femme with emerald-green eyes and a bobbed tail. wears a tattered, faded-red scarf.
personality\ absent-minded, immature, manipulative, ambitious, childish, flirty, intelligent, good sense of humour, hyperactive.
history\ just your usual life for a cluster cat. born and raised in the cluster, nicked her scarf from the mining town as a pupae, etcetera etcetera.
other\ sorry for the terrible form, i'm stuck on my phone. i'll fix it as soon as i can.

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia][color=white]just tracking for now c8

[sup]ooh, just remembered. i had a feeling you were gonna reboot this around now, so yesterday i tracked the black spiral dancer's open plotting thread. they're open to allies atm, and they seem like the kind of group mummy dearest totally calling her that in my head now would lower herself to allying with. just a thought.

[sup]bumpercars.

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia][color=white]Name:.
Bre Melekry

Species:.
Domestic Cat

Gender:.
Male

Appearance:.
//simple && rushed, I'll fix it up later
Bre is a tall, muscular tom. His height and stature is quite intimidating, and he likes it that way. His fur is thick and ungroomed, and colored a dark, chocolate brown. Darker stripes weave among his fur, as he is a classic tabby with no white. His ears and face are prickled with scars and nicks, though the one that particularly defines his face is the one that goes over his left eye, from the top of his face, across his muzzle and down to his neck. His left eye, which would normally be a dark orange like the right eye, is clouded and grey, it's once bright color faded away from the scratch. He can't see out of this eye, which is something of a weakness, but he's learned how to overcome it.

Personality:.
A lot of cats don't have a personality that matches their looks. Oftentimes, you'll find a small, dainty she-cat with a huge attitude and violence problems, or an enormous cat who wouldn't hurt a fly. Every once and a while you'll find one where you can see their whole personality written across them at first glance, like perhaps a tiny white kitten afraid of his own shadow. When you have a cat like Bre, who's enormous, scarred, and has a personality to match his looks, you better start praying to your gods.

Dangerous-
Bre is intimidating, and for good reason. This is a cat who has seen more battles then you can count, and come out of each one walking. He positively radiates power, and isn't afraid to threaten or get dirty to get his point across. He spits on the cowardly, the sympathetic, the peaceful. Unlike when most clans, cats, or countries go to war, Bre relishes every moment of the battle, and even more so in victory.
Warlord-
Bre not only likes fighting, but he has a mind for it too. He's got a knack for planning, wether it's a kit raid or a full out invasion. He can spot weaknesses and exploit them, and doesn't think twice about doing so. Everyone has a top skill, and this one is Bre's. He considers himself second to none in this field, and will go out of his way to prove so.
Prideful-
Perhaps Bre's greatest flaw, he is often arragont and overbearing, because he thinks of himself as something great. He has high expectations of others, isn't afraid to talk down to his brothers and sisters, and points out flaws as if he were Mother.
Soldier-
To no one but Mother, anyway. Bre is a follower of her orders and hers alone, though he will often find himself contradicting her internally. However, he will never go against her word, and often reminds himself that she knows best, she knows best...

History:.
Bre has never known a soft, loving home. This is a cat that grew up rough, living on the streets and preying on others when necessary. This is where he got his survival instincts and lust for war - fighting others to survive, he began to get a kick out of it. He became feared among others, and he loved it, that was his mistake.
The other rouges handed together to take him down, and mostly succeeded. They nearly tore him apart before dragging him far, far out of the city, leaving him unconscious on a wasteland so far from his home that, when he awoke, he had no sense of direction.
And he lay there, bleeding and near dead, in the polluted desert he would someday find a new home in. The Hive found him soon after, and the rest is history.

Other:. Copied off the old thread, I'll try and spruce it up sometime if I get the chance. c8

[fancypost bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia][color=white]OH HELL YES DO IT WENDI OMG

[sup]omigosh, wendi! thank you sooo much! they're awesome!
billy's a king cobra btw.