I ain't the problem child (open, meet and greet)

Dean: · Jul 17th 2016

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DANSE · Jul 17th 2016

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Danse shared similar thoughts about 'StarClan' with the young lad and had been fairly open about his disbelief back when he had been leader, which he admitted had caused some rifts, and if anyone questioned him about his religion then of course he'd give the same response he had been giving his whole life. Of course he wasn't thinking about all of that when he heard Dean's call for a meet and greet but if by any chance the subject would come up then he very well would be.

Walking calmly over to the smaller animal and even giving a small smile towards him, after all he had to be extra friendly-looking to compensate for his immense size around children, he sat down from across Fawnpelt's son. "My name is Danse, and you are?" Danse barked.
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Blazeheart! · Jul 17th 2016

Blazeheart decided to go over as well, as meeting her friend's son couldn't be a bad thing. Her ginger pelt was recently groomed from the morning, and other than walking around not much had messed it up. The female offered a smile, and said "I'm Blazeheart, a medicine cat."

Dean: · Jul 17th 2016

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Duplicate F?????? · Jul 17th 2016

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Kinda Kendall. · Jul 17th 2016

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Dean...Dean. This kit was named after Dean? Beautiful. Trenchcoat trailing behind him, Castiel approached the confident looking kit, royal blue optics softening immediately. He imagined that this is what the hunter would look like if shapeshifted into a feline. "Hello, Dean." the angel spoke in a gravelly tone, a small smile adorning his features. Wordlessly, he nodded to Danse, Fawnpelt, and Blazeheart, although he truly only cared for the mystery kit at the moment. Oh yes...wasn't he supposed to introduce himself? "I am Castiel, and angel of the Lord." he added, ever curious eyes fixated on the the little troublemaker. [/justify]

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Characters

Marblepaw

Castiel

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Castiel |

age

Appearance

Personality

Other

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #6a86c3

Thinks in italics

Please forgive me for all of the Supernatural references that I just subjected you to. They probably made me look like a cringy idiot. Also, if you want to get a MUCH better idea of this character, lay your hands, paws, claws, tentacles, hooves, WHATEVER YOU HAVE-right here. I spent TWO HOURS on it.

More Intricate Bio

Name: Castiel
Pronunciation: Cas-tee-ell
Name Meaning: Shield of God
Name Origin: Derives from the angel Cassiel
Other Names: Cas, Cassie, tree-topper, Clarence, hot-wings
Gender: None
Titles: Angel of the Lord
Species: Seraphim
Race: Angel

Birth Date: Shortly after the beginning of time
Birth Place: Heaven

Dominant Paw: Right
Astrological Sign: Libra
Catchphrase: I don't understand that reference
Handwriting: Immaculate

Appearance

Appears to be 1.5 years old (around twenty)
Eye Color: Dark blue
Domestic longhair
Dark brown seal sable pelt
Black paws
9.5 inches at the shoulder
8 lbs
wears a small tan trench coat with a navy blue tie
the trench coat has faux black wings hanging of the back (UNTIL I CAN AFFORD THE MUTATION!)
Resting * face

Abilities/Powers

Can be ideally stealthy
Commendable running stamina
An avid reader
Blood glows very light blue
Invisibility
Summons items
Eyes glow very light blue at times

Species: Seraphim
Race: Angel

Alternative Appearances:

Health and Image

Posture: Upright with his shoulders set back, and eyes directly forwards when walking. When sitting his shoulders will still be set, but he will often observe his surroundings.
Dexterity: Can be clumsy at times but when in battle mode is very precise
Reflexes: Above average

Abnormalities: Blood glows very light blue (the color of the grace in the first gif in my sig.)
Eyes glow the same light blue when preparing grace attacks (I don't have the power yet though so please ignore this.)

Vulnerabilities: If you paint an angel-banishing sigil with fresh blood and then slap your hand/paw over it, it sends him away from the area temporarily
Angel blades burn him (OTHER SPN FANS. I had to alter this so that I would not be OP. Please forgive me.)
Handicaps:
If surrounded by a lit circle of holy oil, he is trapped.
Special Enochian sigils can keep from entering an area

Disorders: Insomnia, PTSD, depression, anxiety
Reason for Health: Has fought many Heavenly wars
Hygiene: Inhumanely immaculate
Scent: Rain and books
Tattoos: The Enochian symbol of protection is on the inside of his left ear

Voice

Accent / Dialect:
Voice: Speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, but quickly turns awkward when questioned on trivial things
Pitch: Deep- but not super deep
Range: Can go from a deep gravelly voice, to a moderately high voice
Volume: Inside voice
Laughter: Stifled bunny giggle

Psychology

Speaks all languages
Vocabulary: Extensive.
Memory: Dates all the way back to shortly after the beginning of time
Temperament: Patient for those who deserve it
Emotional Stability: Duct-taped
Mental Health: (see above)
Instincts: Defend.
Logical-Mathematical

Philosophy

Religion: Christianity
Devotion: To God
Superstitions: God is out there.

Allegiance: To those who do good

Morality: Understands right and wrong in a black and white fashion
Etiquette: Refined, polite, grateful
Attitude: Troubled but kind, pessimistic, thoughtful, logical, reserved, introverted, awkward
Outlook on Life: We are here to help others
Taboos: Speaking out openly against God
Vices: (see above)
Virtues: Acting logically

Character

Priorities: Is often scolded for putting logic over emotion
Motivation: To make things right
Self Confidence: Runs off of righteous fury, usually not very confident
Self Control: Fantastic.
Self Esteem: Ripped to shreds, but often overshadowed by his other priorities

Quirks: Not very educated in pop-culture, loves guinea pigs, collects seashells, emotionally naive
Hobbies: Walking alone, reading
Closet Hobbies: Playing with guinea pigs
Guilty Pleasures: GUINEA PIGS
Habits: Bows head to superiors

Lures: Guinea pigs, books, stories, Netflix
Worries: That his previous garrison will find and execute him
Nervous Tics: People patting him on the shoulder, back, etc, the mention of other angels in his previous garrison
Instigators: Mention of previous heavenly wars
Soothers: Rain, feathers, the smell of fall leaves

Soft Spots: Guinea pigs
Cruel Streaks: Anything doing an immense amount of bad

Embarrassments: Being scolded, being confused, being called out
Humor: Dry.
Pet Peeves: Ignorance

Loyalty: To those close to him, and Stormclan
Predictability: You can usually expect him to be polite, but emotionally naive
Reliability: Very reliable.
Respect: Respects superiors, and those that he knows. Gives strangers a given amount of respect
Responsibility: Very self-disciplined
Trustworthiness: Only ruined by manipulation

Common....

Mood: Emotionally exhausted
Words: "Fascinating." "Oh. I see."
Emotional Status: Internally troubled

Preferences

Likes: Logic, being given things to do, having a plan, the rain, reading
Dislikes: Tyrannical leaders, surprises, ignorance
Favorites: Guinea pigs
Least Favorites: Fireworks

Combat

Ability: Soon
Element: Soon
Immunities: Soon
Resistances: SOON
Strengths: Strategizing, combat with blades, debating, extensive vocabulary
Specialty: Armed combat with blades

Abode: A solitary cave alongside the treeline of a vast evergreen forest. A small trickling stream flows about 10 meters away from the cave's entrance. A small wooden bridge is anchored above it. The cave's interior consists of two black victorian-esque lanterns hung at the left and right of the entrance. Keeping the entrance from being open for all to see, a curtain of leaves is hung over it. Just past the mouth of the cave, the space below the left wall holds a bed of feathers, moss, and memory foam snippets sprinkled in, given from a merchant who had been passing through at the time. Next to the nest is a small polished sapphire, riddled with scars. Shifting to the wall opposite of this lies an array of seashells, ranging from goldfish tiny, to the size of of a canine's head. In the very front right corner, just next to the mouth of a cave is a coat hanger, where Castiel keeps his trenchcoat. On the far back wall are two book shelves at either end of it, they reach the ceiling and are made out of dark oak wood and lined with books of different shapes and sizes. Between the bookshelves is a small end table with an incense burner on it, making the room smell faintly of rain. In the middle of the room is a large, faded rug embellished with complicated swoops and swirls.

rug

Under the rug is a

devil's trap

Around the walls of the cave are special

Enochian sigils/runes

And yeah that's about it there ye go.

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Citizenship: Attends usually only small events, rarely attends competitions-more of a book club personality type.

Social

Father: God
Guardians: None
Siblings: All angels
Children: None
Close Relatives: Archangels
Distant Relatives: Other Seraphs
Ancestors: The Darkness

Best Friend: None yet
Close Friends: None yet
Confidantes: None yet
Friends: Dunno

Reputation: "That one quirky nerd boi who talks like a wizard but could actually kill a *." (Wynter. Wynter why.)

Community: Stormclan

Romance

First Love: None
Love Interests: None
Marital Status: Single
Orientation: Gay
Significant Other: None

AbyssalEcho

[spoiler=More intricate bio] [color=black]Name: AbyssalEcho
Pronunciation: Uh-bis-ul Ek-oh
Name Origin: The feeling that you get when you shout into nothingness
Other Names: Echo, Headphones, Lefty
Gender: Male
Titles: Warrior
Origin of character: Writer's representation of himself (aka the human who wrote this whole spreadsheet)

Birth Date: October 17th
Birth Place: Shadowclan's medic den
First Word(s): Rad

Dominant Hand: Left
Astrological Sign: Libra
Catchphrase: "Radical."
Handwriting: Messy but readable

Appearance

Height: 8.5 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 7 lbs
Pelt: Lighter black smoke
Hair Length: Domestic shorthair
Eye Color: left eye aqua, right eye olive
Thoughtful resting face
Lean

Health and Image

Diet: Freshkill, and human junk food
Exercise: "What...
Fitness: ...is that?"
Posture: Half slouching usually
Reflexes: Standard

Vulnerabilities: If you stand to his left, he cannot see you.
Handicaps: Blindess.
Allergies: Buttercups, peanuts, annoying people, jasmine
Disorders: Depression
Imperfections: Partial blindness, he can be inappropriately indifferent at times due to his nihilism which falls in hand with his depression. Ex: Somebody comes to him begging for help due to another's wounds, and he responds: We're all gong to die anyways." This will only happen in extreme spells though. He usually picks himself back up.
Reason for health: His self awareness has led to the discovery of his current insignificance to Earth.

Accessories: Often wearing headphones
Equipment: Does an MP3 player count?
Hygiene: Usually standard, it depends on his current mental state though.
Scent: Rain
Tattoos: A music note on his left paw pad

Voice

Accent / Dialect: American
Pitch: That of an adolescent male
Range: Does not stray into the high range often, if at all.
Volume: Inside voice
Laughter: The laughter that stops in your nose and ends up sounding like a stifled lawnmower, or that shallow blow of air out of your nose that isn't even a laugh.

Languages: English, sarcasm
Vocabulary: Average
Memory: Impressive
Temperament: Slow tempered
Emotional Stability: On a thread, he's very existential. Here's a representation: Yeah I'm all righty tighty. No screws in the head loose. Boy do I love my life! *collapses to the floor in a fit of sobbing*
Mental Health: Internal screaming.
Instincts: Do it later.

Philosophy

Religion: Atheism. He respects others' religions though.
Devotion: To music, and his few friends.
Spirit Animal: Probably Sans tbh

Morality: He possesses a very well constructed moral compass
Etiquette: Polite to his best ability
Attitude: Indifferent
Outlook on Life: Existential insignificance
Perception:
Philosophy / Motto: I'll do it later.
Taboos: People forcing their religions on others, people generally forcing any way of thinking on another
Vices: Being given any sort of title, as it reminds him of how we are given titles only to make us feel significant.
Virtues: Seeing friends pleased with said titles

Character

Priorities: He values others over himself
Motivation: Making others feel significant
Self Confidence: A single dot.
Self Control: Impressive.
Self Esteem: *stifled laugh*

Quirks: Accidentally assumes that if you like one song that he likes, you are obsessed as he is.
Hobbies: Listening to music, playing video games, solving puzzles
Guilty Pleasures: Chocolate
Habits: He tilts his head to the right when confused

Desires: To never have anybody around him, be in his current state
Wishes: To not be as lonely as he currently is
Lures: Music
Worries: One of the people closest to him becoming self aware as well
Soothers: Music
Soft Spots: Children
Cruel Streaks: If he has his earphones ripped out, he will kill a man.

Humor: Sarcasm, puns
Regrets: Not remaining ignorant, being born
Secrets: His mental state
Pet Peeves: People having over-inflated egos

Common...

Compliments: Nice music taste
Insults: He doesn't insult people often enough for there to be a common
Expletives: *
Farewells: Later
Greetings: What's shakin' bacon
Mood: Reserved
Words: Radical, cool, neato, noice
Emotional Status: *internal screaming*

Combat

Strengths: Fighting in Shadowclan territory
Weaknesses: Open terrain
Specialty: Swamp terrain
Signature Move: Drowning enemies in said swamp.

Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Generically, the Shadowclan warriors' den.
Routine: Trying to function
Sleep Patterns: Stays up way too late, always drowsy during morning patrols due to this.
Eating Habits: Junk fest.

Social

p/o = position open

Mother: p/o
Father: p/o
Siblings: Serenity, if you would like to be one too just pm me
Close Relatives: p/o
Distant Relatives: p/o
Ancestors: p/o

Best Friend: none
Friends: none
Close friends: none
Acquaintances: none
Rivals: none...
Enemies: yet.

Mentors: none
Heroes: yet

Discriminations: Blindness
Cooperation: Compliant if you mean good
Sociability: Depends
Livelihood: That of a corpse

Romance

First Love: Potato chips
Love Interests: *stifled laughter*
Marital Status: Nope
Orientation: Pansexual
Significant Other: none

AbyssalEcho

[color=black]Ask to kill, capture, torture, or maim. (No killing Castiel though)

Characters

GRAVES! · Jul 17th 2016

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Sunlight had streamed through the territory as the tom slowly heaved himself up, limbs leaden in sleep. The oriental shook his pelt to rid the moss and leaves before scenting his clanmates and padding over to the small gathering of three.

"Greetings...Dean," Graves was somewhat known for being...distant to those he didn't know, it was from a place of fear of the unfamiliar and worrying for his own safety. As a loner, it was better if you thought everyone was out to get you from the get-go, paranoia more-or-less paid off. He was also known for his traditional outlook, looking down on his fellow clanmates who disagreed.

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GENERAL.
— gravestep
— aka graves
— formerly graverobber
— male
— stormclan

BODY.
— skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye

POWERS.
— Glow {currently unused}

INTERACTION.
— attack in #46d246
— physically & mentally medium
— no kill / no maim / ask for capture

RELATIONSHIPS.
— single && no crush
— Half-brother to Spiderstar

OTHER.
— obsessed with overcoming death
— open to further relations

Dean: · Jul 17th 2016

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Duplicate F?????? · Jul 17th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Fawnpelt smiled and lightly cuffed her son's ear. "You just might be a mousebrain." She joked. She would then allow Cas to answer Dean's question. But at the sudden question to Graves, she would hit him upside the head, hard enough to Scold but not too hard. "Dean! That's not a very friendly way to ask for someone's name." She quietly and quickly scolded her son.[/justify][/fancypost]
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Dean: · Jul 17th 2016

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/the best part is because he's young I still get to develop him into more of a Dean personality
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Duplicate F?????? · Jul 17th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Impatience was eating away at her and she pinned her ears back ever so slightly. She looked at Dean. "Dont back talk me. And it's really not the hard to figure out. It just sounded rude." She said before looking at Graves, apologizing with just looks. This was what it was like having kits.[/justify][/fancypost]
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Dean: · Jul 17th 2016

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Kinda Kendall. · Jul 17th 2016

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//I'm not even that religious but I roleplay an angel IRONYYYY

Castiel would make no objections to Fawnpelt's discipline, seeing as he felt the reason behind it through the bond. Instead he would answer Dean's question. A diversion of sorts. "I am an angel, meaning I serve the ruler of Starclan, and other Heaven's. The Lord is the ruler of all of these Heaven's." he would explain, cerulean visionaries radiating warmth. It was amusing how where human Dean was skeptical, feline Dean was curious. [/justify]

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Characters

Marblepaw

Castiel

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

age

Appearance

Personality

Other

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #6a86c3

Thinks in italics

Please forgive me for all of the Supernatural references that I just subjected you to. They probably made me look like a cringy idiot. Also, if you want to get a MUCH better idea of this character, lay your hands, paws, claws, tentacles, hooves, WHATEVER YOU HAVE-right here. I spent TWO HOURS on it.

More Intricate Bio

Name: Castiel
Pronunciation: Cas-tee-ell
Name Meaning: Shield of God
Name Origin: Derives from the angel Cassiel
Other Names: Cas, Cassie, tree-topper, Clarence, hot-wings
Gender: None
Titles: Angel of the Lord
Species: Seraphim
Race: Angel

Birth Date: Shortly after the beginning of time
Birth Place: Heaven

Dominant Paw: Right
Astrological Sign: Libra
Catchphrase: I don't understand that reference
Handwriting: Immaculate

Appearance

Appears to be 1.5 years old (around twenty)
Eye Color: Dark blue
Domestic longhair
Dark brown seal sable pelt
Black paws
9.5 inches at the shoulder
8 lbs
wears a small tan trench coat with a navy blue tie
the trench coat has faux black wings hanging of the back (UNTIL I CAN AFFORD THE MUTATION!)
Resting * face

Abilities/Powers

Can be ideally stealthy
Commendable running stamina
An avid reader
Blood glows very light blue
Invisibility
Summons items
Eyes glow very light blue at times

Species: Seraphim
Race: Angel

Alternative Appearances:

Health and Image

Posture: Upright with his shoulders set back, and eyes directly forwards when walking. When sitting his shoulders will still be set, but he will often observe his surroundings.
Dexterity: Can be clumsy at times but when in battle mode is very precise
Reflexes: Above average

Abnormalities: Blood glows very light blue (the color of the grace in the first gif in my sig.)
Eyes glow the same light blue when preparing grace attacks (I don't have the power yet though so please ignore this.)

Vulnerabilities: If you paint an angel-banishing sigil with fresh blood and then slap your hand/paw over it, it sends him away from the area temporarily
Angel blades burn him (OTHER SPN FANS. I had to alter this so that I would not be OP. Please forgive me.)
Handicaps:
If surrounded by a lit circle of holy oil, he is trapped.
Special Enochian sigils can keep from entering an area

Disorders: Insomnia, PTSD, depression, anxiety
Reason for Health: Has fought many Heavenly wars
Hygiene: Inhumanely immaculate
Scent: Rain and books
Tattoos: The Enochian symbol of protection is on the inside of his left ear

Voice

Accent / Dialect:
Voice: Speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, but quickly turns awkward when questioned on trivial things
Pitch: Deep- but not super deep
Range: Can go from a deep gravelly voice, to a moderately high voice
Volume: Inside voice
Laughter: Stifled bunny giggle

Psychology

Speaks all languages
Vocabulary: Extensive.
Memory: Dates all the way back to shortly after the beginning of time
Temperament: Patient for those who deserve it
Emotional Stability: Duct-taped
Mental Health: (see above)
Instincts: Defend.
Logical-Mathematical

Philosophy

Religion: Christianity
Devotion: To God
Superstitions: God is out there.

Allegiance: To those who do good

Morality: Understands right and wrong in a black and white fashion
Etiquette: Refined, polite, grateful
Attitude: Troubled but kind, pessimistic, thoughtful, logical, reserved, introverted, awkward
Outlook on Life: We are here to help others
Taboos: Speaking out openly against God
Vices: (see above)
Virtues: Acting logically

Character

Priorities: Is often scolded for putting logic over emotion
Motivation: To make things right
Self Confidence: Runs off of righteous fury, usually not very confident
Self Control: Fantastic.
Self Esteem: Ripped to shreds, but often overshadowed by his other priorities

Quirks: Not very educated in pop-culture, loves guinea pigs, collects seashells, emotionally naive
Hobbies: Walking alone, reading
Closet Hobbies: Playing with guinea pigs
Guilty Pleasures: GUINEA PIGS
Habits: Bows head to superiors

Lures: Guinea pigs, books, stories, Netflix
Worries: That his previous garrison will find and execute him
Nervous Tics: People patting him on the shoulder, back, etc, the mention of other angels in his previous garrison
Instigators: Mention of previous heavenly wars
Soothers: Rain, feathers, the smell of fall leaves

Soft Spots: Guinea pigs
Cruel Streaks: Anything doing an immense amount of bad

Embarrassments: Being scolded, being confused, being called out
Humor: Dry.
Pet Peeves: Ignorance

Loyalty: To those close to him, and Stormclan
Predictability: You can usually expect him to be polite, but emotionally naive
Reliability: Very reliable.
Respect: Respects superiors, and those that he knows. Gives strangers a given amount of respect
Responsibility: Very self-disciplined
Trustworthiness: Only ruined by manipulation

Common....

Mood: Emotionally exhausted
Words: "Fascinating." "Oh. I see."
Emotional Status: Internally troubled

Preferences

Likes: Logic, being given things to do, having a plan, the rain, reading
Dislikes: Tyrannical leaders, surprises, ignorance
Favorites: Guinea pigs
Least Favorites: Fireworks

Combat

Ability: Soon
Element: Soon
Immunities: Soon
Resistances: SOON
Strengths: Strategizing, combat with blades, debating, extensive vocabulary
Specialty: Armed combat with blades

Abode: A solitary cave alongside the treeline of a vast evergreen forest. A small trickling stream flows about 10 meters away from the cave's entrance. A small wooden bridge is anchored above it. The cave's interior consists of two black victorian-esque lanterns hung at the left and right of the entrance. Keeping the entrance from being open for all to see, a curtain of leaves is hung over it. Just past the mouth of the cave, the space below the left wall holds a bed of feathers, moss, and memory foam snippets sprinkled in, given from a merchant who had been passing through at the time. Next to the nest is a small polished sapphire, riddled with scars. Shifting to the wall opposite of this lies an array of seashells, ranging from goldfish tiny, to the size of of a canine's head. In the very front right corner, just next to the mouth of a cave is a coat hanger, where Castiel keeps his trenchcoat. On the far back wall are two book shelves at either end of it, they reach the ceiling and are made out of dark oak wood and lined with books of different shapes and sizes. Between the bookshelves is a small end table with an incense burner on it, making the room smell faintly of rain. In the middle of the room is a large, faded rug embellished with complicated swoops and swirls.

rug

Under the rug is a

devil's trap

Around the walls of the cave are special

Enochian sigils/runes

And yeah that's about it there ye go.

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Citizenship: Attends usually only small events, rarely attends competitions-more of a book club personality type.

Social

Father: God
Guardians: None
Siblings: All angels
Children: None
Close Relatives: Archangels
Distant Relatives: Other Seraphs
Ancestors: The Darkness

Best Friend: None yet
Close Friends: None yet
Confidantes: None yet
Friends: Dunno

Reputation: "That one quirky nerd boi who talks like a wizard but could actually kill a *." (Wynter. Wynter why.)

Community: Stormclan

Romance

First Love: None
Love Interests: None
Marital Status: Single
Orientation: Gay
Significant Other: None

AbyssalEcho

[spoiler=More intricate bio] [color=black]Name: AbyssalEcho
Pronunciation: Uh-bis-ul Ek-oh
Name Origin: The feeling that you get when you shout into nothingness
Other Names: Echo, Headphones, Lefty
Gender: Male
Titles: Warrior
Origin of character: Writer's representation of himself (aka the human who wrote this whole spreadsheet)

Birth Date: October 17th
Birth Place: Shadowclan's medic den
First Word(s): Rad

Dominant Hand: Left
Astrological Sign: Libra
Catchphrase: "Radical."
Handwriting: Messy but readable

Appearance

Height: 8.5 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 7 lbs
Pelt: Lighter black smoke
Hair Length: Domestic shorthair
Eye Color: left eye aqua, right eye olive
Thoughtful resting face
Lean

Health and Image

Diet: Freshkill, and human junk food
Exercise: "What...
Fitness: ...is that?"
Posture: Half slouching usually
Reflexes: Standard

Vulnerabilities: If you stand to his left, he cannot see you.
Handicaps: Blindess.
Allergies: Buttercups, peanuts, annoying people, jasmine
Disorders: Depression
Imperfections: Partial blindness, he can be inappropriately indifferent at times due to his nihilism which falls in hand with his depression. Ex: Somebody comes to him begging for help due to another's wounds, and he responds: We're all gong to die anyways." This will only happen in extreme spells though. He usually picks himself back up.
Reason for health: His self awareness has led to the discovery of his current insignificance to Earth.

Accessories: Often wearing headphones
Equipment: Does an MP3 player count?
Hygiene: Usually standard, it depends on his current mental state though.
Scent: Rain
Tattoos: A music note on his left paw pad

Voice

Accent / Dialect: American
Pitch: That of an adolescent male
Range: Does not stray into the high range often, if at all.
Volume: Inside voice
Laughter: The laughter that stops in your nose and ends up sounding like a stifled lawnmower, or that shallow blow of air out of your nose that isn't even a laugh.

Languages: English, sarcasm
Vocabulary: Average
Memory: Impressive
Temperament: Slow tempered
Emotional Stability: On a thread, he's very existential. Here's a representation: Yeah I'm all righty tighty. No screws in the head loose. Boy do I love my life! *collapses to the floor in a fit of sobbing*
Mental Health: Internal screaming.
Instincts: Do it later.

Philosophy

Religion: Atheism. He respects others' religions though.
Devotion: To music, and his few friends.
Spirit Animal: Probably Sans tbh

Morality: He possesses a very well constructed moral compass
Etiquette: Polite to his best ability
Attitude: Indifferent
Outlook on Life: Existential insignificance
Perception:
Philosophy / Motto: I'll do it later.
Taboos: People forcing their religions on others, people generally forcing any way of thinking on another
Vices: Being given any sort of title, as it reminds him of how we are given titles only to make us feel significant.
Virtues: Seeing friends pleased with said titles

Character

Priorities: He values others over himself
Motivation: Making others feel significant
Self Confidence: A single dot.
Self Control: Impressive.
Self Esteem: *stifled laugh*

Quirks: Accidentally assumes that if you like one song that he likes, you are obsessed as he is.
Hobbies: Listening to music, playing video games, solving puzzles
Guilty Pleasures: Chocolate
Habits: He tilts his head to the right when confused

Desires: To never have anybody around him, be in his current state
Wishes: To not be as lonely as he currently is
Lures: Music
Worries: One of the people closest to him becoming self aware as well
Soothers: Music
Soft Spots: Children
Cruel Streaks: If he has his earphones ripped out, he will kill a man.

Humor: Sarcasm, puns
Regrets: Not remaining ignorant, being born
Secrets: His mental state
Pet Peeves: People having over-inflated egos

Common...

Compliments: Nice music taste
Insults: He doesn't insult people often enough for there to be a common
Expletives: *
Farewells: Later
Greetings: What's shakin' bacon
Mood: Reserved
Words: Radical, cool, neato, noice
Emotional Status: *internal screaming*

Combat

Strengths: Fighting in Shadowclan territory
Weaknesses: Open terrain
Specialty: Swamp terrain
Signature Move: Drowning enemies in said swamp.

Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Generically, the Shadowclan warriors' den.
Routine: Trying to function
Sleep Patterns: Stays up way too late, always drowsy during morning patrols due to this.
Eating Habits: Junk fest.

Social

p/o = position open

Mother: p/o
Father: p/o
Siblings: Serenity, if you would like to be one too just pm me
Close Relatives: p/o
Distant Relatives: p/o
Ancestors: p/o

Best Friend: none
Friends: none
Close friends: none
Acquaintances: none
Rivals: none...
Enemies: yet.

Mentors: none
Heroes: yet

Discriminations: Blindness
Cooperation: Compliant if you mean good
Sociability: Depends
Livelihood: That of a corpse

Romance

First Love: Potato chips
Love Interests: *stifled laughter*
Marital Status: Nope
Orientation: Pansexual
Significant Other: none

AbyssalEcho

[color=black]Ask to kill, capture, torture, or maim. (No killing Castiel though)

Characters

Duplicate F?????? · Jul 17th 2016

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] Unfortunate for Dean, mothers could hear everything. Her ears perked and she snapped her head to his direction, eyes disbelieving at his attitude. Her tail wrapped around him and pulled him closer. She gave him a look that said 'We will finish this later.' Before she huffed a sigh and looked around at the others. Then she got a sudden idea and decided to Scold him by embarrassing him. She began to lick his head, moving his fur the wrong way on purpose.[/justify][/fancypost]
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LarkKit, · Jul 17th 2016

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Birchkit- Birchkit shriveled up his nose. Ew, what stunk? Oh, that was just his brother! Meet and greet? Why hasn't he thought of that? Birchkit was unlike his brother in many ways, one being that unlike the brown tabby, the blonde believed in what Mama and Lark and the Elder's called StarClan. One day when one of their sick npcs, DogPaw, passed from the sickness from the storm, it seemed as if up in the sky there was a star that shone brighter than the rest. That had to be true... Right? Nevertheless he wouldn't say anything yet, bunch crouch down into a crouch and, in a swift movement, aim to jump on his brother's tail. Should be succeed Birchkit would squeak, "Gotcha!" and jump back, shaking out his pelt with a happy grin. Why did Dean have to be grumpy? He was no fun! But an "angel of he Lord?" What did Castiel mean by that? He was about to ask when his own brother piped up, tilting his head in curiosity. "But why does StarClan have a ruler? Isn't everyone equal there?" he would ask, eyes wide as he looked up at him.

Kinda Kendall. · Jul 17th 2016

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"Why of course. Everybody in Starclan is equal. I think the Lord will only interfere there if something extremely bad happens." Castiel explained, azure eyes fixated warmly on Birchkit. He knew that Starclan would take care of most things though. It wasn't like God was interfering with anything as of late really...not in millions of years.[/justify]

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Characters

Marblepaw

Castiel

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

age

Appearance

Personality

Other

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #6a86c3

Thinks in italics

Please forgive me for all of the Supernatural references that I just subjected you to. They probably made me look like a cringy idiot. Also, if you want to get a MUCH better idea of this character, lay your hands, paws, claws, tentacles, hooves, WHATEVER YOU HAVE-right here. I spent TWO HOURS on it.

More Intricate Bio

Name: Castiel
Pronunciation: Cas-tee-ell
Name Meaning: Shield of God
Name Origin: Derives from the angel Cassiel
Other Names: Cas, Cassie, tree-topper, Clarence, hot-wings
Gender: None
Titles: Angel of the Lord
Species: Seraphim
Race: Angel

Birth Date: Shortly after the beginning of time
Birth Place: Heaven

Dominant Paw: Right
Astrological Sign: Libra
Catchphrase: I don't understand that reference
Handwriting: Immaculate

Appearance

Appears to be 1.5 years old (around twenty)
Eye Color: Dark blue
Domestic longhair
Dark brown seal sable pelt
Black paws
9.5 inches at the shoulder
8 lbs
wears a small tan trench coat with a navy blue tie
the trench coat has faux black wings hanging of the back (UNTIL I CAN AFFORD THE MUTATION!)
Resting * face

Abilities/Powers

Can be ideally stealthy
Commendable running stamina
An avid reader
Blood glows very light blue
Invisibility
Summons items
Eyes glow very light blue at times

Species: Seraphim
Race: Angel

Alternative Appearances:

Health and Image

Posture: Upright with his shoulders set back, and eyes directly forwards when walking. When sitting his shoulders will still be set, but he will often observe his surroundings.
Dexterity: Can be clumsy at times but when in battle mode is very precise
Reflexes: Above average

Abnormalities: Blood glows very light blue (the color of the grace in the first gif in my sig.)
Eyes glow the same light blue when preparing grace attacks (I don't have the power yet though so please ignore this.)

Vulnerabilities: If you paint an angel-banishing sigil with fresh blood and then slap your hand/paw over it, it sends him away from the area temporarily
Angel blades burn him (OTHER SPN FANS. I had to alter this so that I would not be OP. Please forgive me.)
Handicaps:
If surrounded by a lit circle of holy oil, he is trapped.
Special Enochian sigils can keep from entering an area

Disorders: Insomnia, PTSD, depression, anxiety
Reason for Health: Has fought many Heavenly wars
Hygiene: Inhumanely immaculate
Scent: Rain and books
Tattoos: The Enochian symbol of protection is on the inside of his left ear

Voice

Accent / Dialect:
Voice: Speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, but quickly turns awkward when questioned on trivial things
Pitch: Deep- but not super deep
Range: Can go from a deep gravelly voice, to a moderately high voice
Volume: Inside voice
Laughter: Stifled bunny giggle

Psychology

Speaks all languages
Vocabulary: Extensive.
Memory: Dates all the way back to shortly after the beginning of time
Temperament: Patient for those who deserve it
Emotional Stability: Duct-taped
Mental Health: (see above)
Instincts: Defend.
Logical-Mathematical

Philosophy

Religion: Christianity
Devotion: To God
Superstitions: God is out there.

Allegiance: To those who do good

Morality: Understands right and wrong in a black and white fashion
Etiquette: Refined, polite, grateful
Attitude: Troubled but kind, pessimistic, thoughtful, logical, reserved, introverted, awkward
Outlook on Life: We are here to help others
Taboos: Speaking out openly against God
Vices: (see above)
Virtues: Acting logically

Character

Priorities: Is often scolded for putting logic over emotion
Motivation: To make things right
Self Confidence: Runs off of righteous fury, usually not very confident
Self Control: Fantastic.
Self Esteem: Ripped to shreds, but often overshadowed by his other priorities

Quirks: Not very educated in pop-culture, loves guinea pigs, collects seashells, emotionally naive
Hobbies: Walking alone, reading
Closet Hobbies: Playing with guinea pigs
Guilty Pleasures: GUINEA PIGS
Habits: Bows head to superiors

Lures: Guinea pigs, books, stories, Netflix
Worries: That his previous garrison will find and execute him
Nervous Tics: People patting him on the shoulder, back, etc, the mention of other angels in his previous garrison
Instigators: Mention of previous heavenly wars
Soothers: Rain, feathers, the smell of fall leaves

Soft Spots: Guinea pigs
Cruel Streaks: Anything doing an immense amount of bad

Embarrassments: Being scolded, being confused, being called out
Humor: Dry.
Pet Peeves: Ignorance

Loyalty: To those close to him, and Stormclan
Predictability: You can usually expect him to be polite, but emotionally naive
Reliability: Very reliable.
Respect: Respects superiors, and those that he knows. Gives strangers a given amount of respect
Responsibility: Very self-disciplined
Trustworthiness: Only ruined by manipulation

Common....

Mood: Emotionally exhausted
Words: "Fascinating." "Oh. I see."
Emotional Status: Internally troubled

Preferences

Likes: Logic, being given things to do, having a plan, the rain, reading
Dislikes: Tyrannical leaders, surprises, ignorance
Favorites: Guinea pigs
Least Favorites: Fireworks

Combat

Ability: Soon
Element: Soon
Immunities: Soon
Resistances: SOON
Strengths: Strategizing, combat with blades, debating, extensive vocabulary
Specialty: Armed combat with blades

Abode: A solitary cave alongside the treeline of a vast evergreen forest. A small trickling stream flows about 10 meters away from the cave's entrance. A small wooden bridge is anchored above it. The cave's interior consists of two black victorian-esque lanterns hung at the left and right of the entrance. Keeping the entrance from being open for all to see, a curtain of leaves is hung over it. Just past the mouth of the cave, the space below the left wall holds a bed of feathers, moss, and memory foam snippets sprinkled in, given from a merchant who had been passing through at the time. Next to the nest is a small polished sapphire, riddled with scars. Shifting to the wall opposite of this lies an array of seashells, ranging from goldfish tiny, to the size of of a canine's head. In the very front right corner, just next to the mouth of a cave is a coat hanger, where Castiel keeps his trenchcoat. On the far back wall are two book shelves at either end of it, they reach the ceiling and are made out of dark oak wood and lined with books of different shapes and sizes. Between the bookshelves is a small end table with an incense burner on it, making the room smell faintly of rain. In the middle of the room is a large, faded rug embellished with complicated swoops and swirls.

rug

Under the rug is a

devil's trap

Around the walls of the cave are special

Enochian sigils/runes

And yeah that's about it there ye go.

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Citizenship: Attends usually only small events, rarely attends competitions-more of a book club personality type.

Social

Father: God
Guardians: None
Siblings: All angels
Children: None
Close Relatives: Archangels
Distant Relatives: Other Seraphs
Ancestors: The Darkness

Best Friend: None yet
Close Friends: None yet
Confidantes: None yet
Friends: Dunno

Reputation: "That one quirky nerd boi who talks like a wizard but could actually kill a *." (Wynter. Wynter why.)

Community: Stormclan

Romance

First Love: None
Love Interests: None
Marital Status: Single
Orientation: Gay
Significant Other: None

AbyssalEcho

[spoiler=More intricate bio] [color=black]Name: AbyssalEcho
Pronunciation: Uh-bis-ul Ek-oh
Name Origin: The feeling that you get when you shout into nothingness
Other Names: Echo, Headphones, Lefty
Gender: Male
Titles: Warrior
Origin of character: Writer's representation of himself (aka the human who wrote this whole spreadsheet)

Birth Date: October 17th
Birth Place: Shadowclan's medic den
First Word(s): Rad

Dominant Hand: Left
Astrological Sign: Libra
Catchphrase: "Radical."
Handwriting: Messy but readable

Appearance

Height: 8.5 inches at the shoulder
Weight: 7 lbs
Pelt: Lighter black smoke
Hair Length: Domestic shorthair
Eye Color: left eye aqua, right eye olive
Thoughtful resting face
Lean

Health and Image

Diet: Freshkill, and human junk food
Exercise: "What...
Fitness: ...is that?"
Posture: Half slouching usually
Reflexes: Standard

Vulnerabilities: If you stand to his left, he cannot see you.
Handicaps: Blindess.
Allergies: Buttercups, peanuts, annoying people, jasmine
Disorders: Depression
Imperfections: Partial blindness, he can be inappropriately indifferent at times due to his nihilism which falls in hand with his depression. Ex: Somebody comes to him begging for help due to another's wounds, and he responds: We're all gong to die anyways." This will only happen in extreme spells though. He usually picks himself back up.
Reason for health: His self awareness has led to the discovery of his current insignificance to Earth.

Accessories: Often wearing headphones
Equipment: Does an MP3 player count?
Hygiene: Usually standard, it depends on his current mental state though.
Scent: Rain
Tattoos: A music note on his left paw pad

Voice

Accent / Dialect: American
Pitch: That of an adolescent male
Range: Does not stray into the high range often, if at all.
Volume: Inside voice
Laughter: The laughter that stops in your nose and ends up sounding like a stifled lawnmower, or that shallow blow of air out of your nose that isn't even a laugh.

Languages: English, sarcasm
Vocabulary: Average
Memory: Impressive
Temperament: Slow tempered
Emotional Stability: On a thread, he's very existential. Here's a representation: Yeah I'm all righty tighty. No screws in the head loose. Boy do I love my life! *collapses to the floor in a fit of sobbing*
Mental Health: Internal screaming.
Instincts: Do it later.

Philosophy

Religion: Atheism. He respects others' religions though.
Devotion: To music, and his few friends.
Spirit Animal: Probably Sans tbh

Morality: He possesses a very well constructed moral compass
Etiquette: Polite to his best ability
Attitude: Indifferent
Outlook on Life: Existential insignificance
Perception:
Philosophy / Motto: I'll do it later.
Taboos: People forcing their religions on others, people generally forcing any way of thinking on another
Vices: Being given any sort of title, as it reminds him of how we are given titles only to make us feel significant.
Virtues: Seeing friends pleased with said titles

Character

Priorities: He values others over himself
Motivation: Making others feel significant
Self Confidence: A single dot.
Self Control: Impressive.
Self Esteem: *stifled laugh*

Quirks: Accidentally assumes that if you like one song that he likes, you are obsessed as he is.
Hobbies: Listening to music, playing video games, solving puzzles
Guilty Pleasures: Chocolate
Habits: He tilts his head to the right when confused

Desires: To never have anybody around him, be in his current state
Wishes: To not be as lonely as he currently is
Lures: Music
Worries: One of the people closest to him becoming self aware as well
Soothers: Music
Soft Spots: Children
Cruel Streaks: If he has his earphones ripped out, he will kill a man.

Humor: Sarcasm, puns
Regrets: Not remaining ignorant, being born
Secrets: His mental state
Pet Peeves: People having over-inflated egos

Common...

Compliments: Nice music taste
Insults: He doesn't insult people often enough for there to be a common
Expletives: *
Farewells: Later
Greetings: What's shakin' bacon
Mood: Reserved
Words: Radical, cool, neato, noice
Emotional Status: *internal screaming*

Combat

Strengths: Fighting in Shadowclan territory
Weaknesses: Open terrain
Specialty: Swamp terrain
Signature Move: Drowning enemies in said swamp.

Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Generically, the Shadowclan warriors' den.
Routine: Trying to function
Sleep Patterns: Stays up way too late, always drowsy during morning patrols due to this.
Eating Habits: Junk fest.

Social

p/o = position open

Mother: p/o
Father: p/o
Siblings: Serenity, if you would like to be one too just pm me
Close Relatives: p/o
Distant Relatives: p/o
Ancestors: p/o

Best Friend: none
Friends: none
Close friends: none
Acquaintances: none
Rivals: none...
Enemies: yet.

Mentors: none
Heroes: yet

Discriminations: Blindness
Cooperation: Compliant if you mean good
Sociability: Depends
Livelihood: That of a corpse

Romance

First Love: Potato chips
Love Interests: *stifled laughter*
Marital Status: Nope
Orientation: Pansexual
Significant Other: none

AbyssalEcho

[color=black]Ask to kill, capture, torture, or maim. (No killing Castiel though)

Characters

Dean: · Jul 17th 2016

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Duplicate F?????? · Jul 17th 2016

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Maplemeadows · Jul 17th 2016

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Maple was a bit late to this, the kits were starting to do their own thing, but she got there in time. "I'm Maplemeadows, medicine cat," she meowed gently to Dean.
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Cumberbatch · Jul 17th 2016

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