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  • GENERAL

    snow -- snowkit -- snowpaw -- snowberry

    snow

    4 moons

    ages up the 1st of every month

    female

    she/her

    trad darkclan

    cloudjumper x npc, sibling to frigidkit, frostkit, and buttercup


    PHYSICALITY

    NORWEGIAN FOREST CAT | PUREBRED | HEALTH: 100%

    Big, fluffy, and pure white, it seems Snow was made for the tall peaks of the distant mountains where she could fit in with the snowfall every Winter. Her rosebud pink pads are hard and tough and her hind legs are thick and muscular, but all of this is hidden under a thick layer of long, often tangled alabaster fur. Although she will learn to take care of it better when she gets older, right now Snow is only focused on running around and having a good time, so her pure white fur is often tarnished by mud, dirt, or otherwise. However, one of the only things that ties her wild appearance together are two brilliant green eyes peering out from her skull. They are wide, almond-shaped, and much too big for her head, but as she will grow into her long, gangly legs, she will also grow into her expressive gaze.


    PERSONALITY

    Snow is a little, tightly-wrapped bundle of excitement, happiness, and eccentricities, with a hidden center of brilliance. She’s sweet and patient, but she doesn’t let people continuously give her crap. Her goofiness hides just how intelligent she is, but she never tries to show off her smarts. She’s brave and has a backbone, but she’s usually nice about it. She can be sarcastic sometimes and if she’s irritated, she can be a bit harsh, but she’s certainly not sassy all the time. If anything, she’s a bit naïve and innocent, and sometimes doesn’t recognize when people are teasing or not being serious. She does have a bit of sass in her, but it rarely comes out. More than anything, Snow is just a happy-go-lucky, optimistic girl. She’s that sunshine that brightens up people’s days. Sure, she has down days, but she would never let that ruin her. Despite her appearance, she’s strong and capable, and would do anything for her family.

    IT'S A QUARTER PAST MIDNIGHT

    4 MOONS — DARKCLAN — TAGS — PENNED BY LAZERITY

  • ROSEPAW, THE ELOQUENT WITCH

    TRAD SHADOWCLAN / APPRENTICE / A LIL BIT OF A BITCH

    OVERVIEW.

    ROSEPAW / FEMALE [SHE/HER]

    10 moons old / the high priestess / amateur psychoanalyst

    apprentice / born in shadowclan / currently in shadowclan

    mentor is sorrelstar / loyal to her family

    created 6/1/19 / ages up the 11th of every month


    RELATIONSHIPS.

    pansexual demiromantic / unsure how to date / emotionally unavailable

    trying to date rosepaw is like trying to date a rock. her emotions have been torn to shreds, and in the present moment, she’s trying to get a handle on how to feel her emotions without getting hurt by getting too attached to someone. but, if/when you get close to rosepaw, good luck prying her off of you because she would readily give her life for anybody she cares for, and would do so without any second thoughts.

    bearfang x npc [both deceased]

    sister to pidgeonpaw and rowanpaw

    trusts sorrelstar, briarthorn, bramblepaw, lightpaw, pidgeonpaw, rowanpaw



    APPEARANCE / AESTHETIC.

    [CURRENT BODY:] a slim, able-bodied calico with colored patches layered over her back like that of a turtle.

    ↳ look like the rose, but be the serpent beneath it. Rosepaw lives by this phrase; her pure white fur layered over with patches of fawn and sable and dashed across with honey-colored stripes is enough to turn heads, and her seafoam blue eyes further draw them in, but Rosepaw refuses to act like a rose. Her mind is sharp like a whip and her tongue even sharper, but on the outside, no one truly has to know that. Her thin legs and fragile body betrays that she is quick and agile force, dancing around attacks before they have a chance to catch her and slipping in to strike when no one is looking. Rosepaw lives off of the underestimation of her opponents, and she is perfectly fine with that.

    — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: a small snake bite on her front right leg. Has vitiligo.



    PERSONALITY.

    ☾ [EXTERIOR TRAITS] calm, snarky, witty, fast on her feet, creepy

    ☾ [INTERIOR TRAITS] tumultuous, angry, emotional, even MORE snarky

    ↳ Where her appearance exemplifies the rose, her personality exemplifies the thorns. She is intelligent and erudite, an innate strategist who can see things from different perspectives and finds it easy to think outside of the box. She intimidates with large words and prowls around like a tiger waiting for it's next meal, but she never pounces. Sure, she may attempt to weasel her way into cat's minds by psychoanalyzing them and speaking too verbosely, but she is truly kind deep down and would never use any of her words for true harm. She is mostly just a scared girl who was forced to grow up too quickly, and thus put up so many walls it's hard to tear enough away to truly get down to her heart. At the core of Rosepaw, she is neither a rose nor a thorn, rather just a cat looking to survive in the only way she knows how.

    — DISORDERS: n/a



    INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION.

    medium physically / hard mentally

    may start fights if she’s bored enough / will end fights / won't run

    peaceful powerplay allowed

    attack in #b98de4 and mention rosepaw.

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    LET'S PICK THE TRUTH THAT WE BELIEVE IN

    10 MONTHS — SHADOWCLAN — TAGS — PENNED BY LAZERITY

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  • GENERAL

    littleflame

    little

    15 moons

    ages up the 18th of every month

    female

    she/her

    trad thunderclan

    renegade (blackstorm) x fern


    PHYSICALITY

    MIX OF BREEDS | MOGGY | HEALTH: 100%

    Her name is not exaggerated; Littleflame truly is very little. Although the deep brown rosettes on her body are large and her wide, green eyes even larger, her size is simply diminutive. As attributed to her Bengal heritage, Littleflame’s legs are long and muscular and her back sloping, but she can’t reach the shoulders of most cats her age and is left to raise her chin to stare into the eyes of most warriors. Her fur itself is beautiful; dark, cinnamon swirls layered all across a soft fawn hue, fading into a creamy white along her belly, chest, and tail. Her tail is long and whip-like and her fur short and close to the skin, making her look exotic and strange to most forest cats. Of course, although her size is small, her presence matches that of the largest Norwegian Forest Cat.


    PERSONALITY

    Littleflame was left without a family from a very young age; her father absent and her mother dead, she often ended up admiring the families of her friends and wishing she could be a part of them. While for most this kind of early-age trauma and lack of dedicated upbringing would make individuals cold and closed-off, Littleflame has grown into the opposite. She is a cat who has been put in a bad situation and tries to make the best of it. Her "core" personality is fun and carefree--but, most importantly, compassionate. Mature beyond her years, she not only understands the importance of holding yourself accountable for your actions but also that taking life too seriously will just make you sad, angry, and lonely in the end. She cares for her friends deeply and fondly and would drop anything for anyone in need.

    [sup]

    TELL ME A PIECE OF YOUR HISTORY

    15 moons — trad thunderclan — tags — PENNED BY LAZERITY

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  • GENERAL

    sonata

    sona

    4 moons

    ages up the 22nd of every month

    female

    she/her

    trad bloodclan

    npc x npc (adopted by ruth and wildseas)

    sibling to peter, dog, maria, and gloom


    PHYSICALITY

    SCOTTISH FOLD | HEALTH: 10%

    From when Sonata was born, she was expected to die. The runt of the litter, a victim of inbreeding, poor genes, and her circumstances, Sonata came out...wrong. Her legs were not twisted and her bones were not deformed, but her breaths were shallow and her mewls nonexistent. She didn't seek out milk, and her biological mother thought at first that she must have been stillborn, up until her legs began kicking weakly. Yes, perhaps she survived birth initially, but the struggles had only just begun. As she grew fitfully, it became clear that she had been born with an Immunodeficiency Disorder.


    As a result of incredibly frequent childhood diseases, lack of appetite, and general unwillingness to survive, Sonata's appearance is a far cry from that of her siblings. Her silvery, marbled coat hangs like a tapestry across her bare bones, unkempt and haggard, and her limbs are stout and thin. Her ribs can picked out by eye from her sides and the individual vertebrae of her spine can be seen near the top, where the bones dip into her often heavy head. Two wide, almond-shaped eyes peek from her skull, a glittering blue, although they are sunken and glazed over in a glassy fashion. Her ears are flopped over and her whiskers are crooked, her eyes rheumy and her tail droopy. Truly, it seems to be an awful way to live, especially for such a young kitten.


    PERSONALITY

    She doesn't want to be seen, she doesn't want to be heard, she wants only to stay in the shadows and die that way. She was brought into BloodClan as an outsider, and seeing how strong all of her new clanmates and siblings are, she can do little else but think she is the outlier. She can't help but think that in such a cutthroat clan, cats like her are only fodder for the hounds, cats like her are only meant to die to leave room for the strong. Her overthinking leads to Sonata being very shy, small-voiced, and weak-willed, but remarkably kind and caring, if not a bit of a doormat. She loves her family with all her life and would do anything for her clanmates, but she would do little for herself. She thinks whatever she gets, she deserves, and she should seek nothing better.

    WON'T YOU EXORCISE MY MIND?

    4 moons — trad bloodclan — tags — PENNED BY LAZERITY




  • *:・゚✦ SOFTKIT

    —— don't hold me down! *:・゚✦

    NAME / NICKNAMES Softkit -- Softpaw -- Softbelly (unlikely to stay with her name when she becomes a warrior, will likely change her name to Lightningthroat.)

    NAME ORIGIN Named for her soft fur and pudgy belly.

    AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 3 moons, born 6/19.

    CLAN OF BIRTH + RANK Riverclan — kitten


    GENDER & SEX Dfab, female

    SEXUALITY Bisexual

    FAMILY Ryecatcher x Rootlegs x Berrybounce. Siblings tba.

    FRIENDS Tba.

    ENEMIES Tba.




    PERSONALITY Soft though her name may be, there is nothing gentle about Softkit. She is a kitten bubbling with energy and excitement, commonly regarded as the more aggressive, fiesty one out of all of her siblings. She is eager to learn anything she can about clan-life, and even more eager to grow as big and strong as she can. Her life is a constant whirlwind of play-fights and camp escapes, and although she knows of the rules of the camp, she willfully ignores them in favor of training by herself or play-acting as an apprentice. From a young age, she has always been obsessed with proving her name wrong, trying to purge any ounce of softness in her future. In the same vein, she hates seeing softness anywhere else and is rude and mean when it comes to cats she perceives as too 'soft'; she has a fatalistic worldview and believes that only the strong survive, which she has learned by seeing the death and deceit of the world. If there's anything she loves with her whole heart, it's her parents and her ideal of a strong warrior.

    — positive traits Outgoing, Confident, Eager, Courageous, Persistent

    — neutral traits Loud, Spunky, Sarcastic, Obsessive, Ambitious, Irreverent

    — negative traits Aggressive, Disobedient, Rude, Abrasive, Nihilistic

    MBTI TYPE ENTJ

    HOUSE Gryffindor

    FACTION Dauntless

    NATURAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutral



    AESTHETIC Softkit is a small calico she-cat, with long and smooth cheek fur that goes down to her shoulders. She has soft rounded features with a squishy little tummy from her kitten chub, which has very little fur on it due to a bad habit of over grooming herself, revealing her soft pink belly. With a pair of soft baby blue eyes, Softkit looks very innocent, but her personality is all but, her more abrasive nature making itself known in the streaks of lightning flashing through her gaze regularly. Almost all of her body is white, with the lower half of he hindquarters being covered in splotches of fawn and sable streaked with tabby markings, and the same pattern splitting her face down the middle. Little black and orange beauty marks streak into the pure white all across her body. In the future, Softkit is determined to do away with her kitten chub and achieve a strong, toned body.

       — accessories n/a



    OTHER She hates everything and soft, but the softest fear of hers is that the hates the idea of being alone.

    FUTURE PLOTS Very likely that she will be held back from becoming an apprentice due to how troublesome she will be as a kit; running outside camp, taking on dangerous threats on her own, etc. In the future, after she changes her name, she will spiral down so far to resort to even hating her family for being 'soft'. She may even attack one of her own clanmates to teach them a lesson and 'show them the real world'. Her hatred of being soft is masked bitterness over the cruel realities of life.


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    HERE TIL' THE MORNING BREAKS US

    3 moons — trad riverclan — tags — PENNED BY LAZERITY

  • OPINIONS & CHOICES IC / "SPEECH" / BUMP THREADS AFTER 2 DAYS

    GENERAL INFO / THREAD HUB / HEART CHART / PLOTTING THREAD

    desdemona / female [she/her]

    17 moons / ages realistically

    windclan / warrior

    RELATIONSHIPS / RULES OF ENGAGEMENT / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛

    single / open to romantic relationships / in love with n/a

    npc x npc

    bisexual biromantic

    ½ of n/a

    APPEARANCE / REFERENCE. / STATUS / GOOD [100%]

    lithe, agile, a body made of sinew and muscle, built for the wavering wind of the rolling prairies

    dark brown and russet, a fade to the top, the color of the sun fading over the horizon

    tinged by the scent of roses and mildew, windswept fur and impassioned green eyes

    INJURIES/ILLNESSES: n/a

    BEHAVIOUR / BASTARD ANGST / A. / B. / C. / D.

    confident, hard-working, loyal, passionate

    ambitious, haughty, workaholic, brilliant

    hot-headed, stubborn, rambunctious, insufferable

    DISORDERS: n/a

    INTERACTION / JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD / HEROIC BASTARD

    physically medium / mentally hard / will not go down without a fight

    will start fights / will not end fights / will show mercy

    free to powerplay peaceful actions

    attack in #ff7802

    WE’RE JUST BODIES THAT COLLIDE

    17 moons — trad windclan — tags — PENNED BY LAZERITY

  • name ideas:

    oceansong

    auroraveil

    firetongue

    pollenpuff

    spotlight

    oblivionwing

    moonbeam

    petalgust

    icefall / iciclefall

    hurricanestrike

    canyonarch

    cottonfall

    frostbreath / frostthroat/ frosttongue

    infernoeye

    skyfall

    flameburst

    darkvoid

    voideye

    magmastorm

    lavaplume

    leafstorm

    rockstep

    avalanchesurge

    seedclaw

    sprouttail

    nightslash

    razorwind

    vinebranch

    emberfade

  • AIRPAW, THE BROKEN COOL KID

    TRAD SKYCLAN / APPRENTICE / SECRETLY SAD

    OVERVIEW.

    AIRPAW / MALE [HE/HIM]

    11 moons old / istp / dauntless

    apprentice / born in skyclan / currently in skyclan

    mentor is tbd / loyal to skyclan and himself

    created 7/21/19 / ages up the 21st of every month


    RELATIONSHIPS.

    bisexual biromantic / easy to date / flirty but cool about it

    airpaw is no airhead when it comes to romance. inherently, he is a guy who needs companionship, and in his eternal effort to find someone to settle down with, he is charismatic and flirty with those who catch his eye. but he is subtle about it and likes to truly hide everything he thinks about due to his need to have a cool exterior; while it may be easy to have a short fling, getting into his mind and truly connecting with him is hard and takes some work. he's trained his mind to be closed off and it is hard to get past this complex.

    npc x npc [both deceased]

    brother to an npc named steamhiss

    trusts very few fully



    APPEARANCE / AESTHETIC.

    [CURRENT BODY:] a tall, pure white tom with short, cropped fur and big green eyes

    ↳ the tallest tree in the forest of his clanmates, airpaw's body is spidery and thin, long legs lined with a web of musculature and his tail whip-like, a long, short-furred line that lashes from side to side. even though he is inherently thin and lanky, his well-trained, well-muscled body sculpted by starclan themselves is remarkably toned, making him appear larger than he truly is. on top of that, his tin white fur, layered close to his skin and clinging to each muscle, is so tight on his taut body that any movement of his legs or neck reveals each line of muscle rippling beneath his snow white fur. his ears are tall and bat-like and his muzzle is long and rounded, giving way to an interesting body-type. Finally, his wide green eyes always glitter with each emotion he feels, no matter how he likes to hide it. the eyes truly are a window to the soul.

    — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: a long gash winding up his paw like the vines of a plant.



    PERSONALITY.

    ☾ [EXTERIOR TRAITS] calm, cool, collected, very charismatic, funny, flirty, unconditional

    ☾ [INTERIOR TRAITS] emotionally stunted, insincere, hard to get close to, repressed, self-loathing, envious

    ↳ Airpaw has been hurt before. He's been hurt a lot, in fact, and it gets hard to deal with. Lots of cats cope in healthy ways; they may talk to friends, get creative, practice mindfulness, but Airpaw couldn't do any of that. He was isolated and alone, put into an echochamber with only the subject of his strife. So Airpaw adapted; he put on a large, fake persona to hide how he truly feels, who he truly was, and it worked. Cats liked him better, more cats became his friend, more cats wanted to be around him. In the end, he had to become someone else to get out of his hole, and while Airpaw knew this was bad, he didn't care. He was fine pretending, he was fine playing the role of a cool, unaffected cat who didn't care what anyone else thinks of him. But he cares, he cares a lot. If only he could understand that he doesn't need to emulate everyone else to love himself, and that loving himself is harder than adding a new trait to his fake personality.

    — DISORDERS: n/a



    INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION.

    medium physically / easy mentally

    probably will not start fights / will end fights / won't run

    peaceful powerplay allowed

    attack in #fff and mention airpaw.

    NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME

    11 MONTHS — SKYCLAN — TAGS — PENNED BY LAZERITY

  • ORBWEAVER, THE BRAINWASHED ASSASSIN

    YOU MAY BELIEVE IN GOD, BUT DOES GOD BELIEVE IN YOU?

    OVERVIEW.

    ORBWEAVER / FEMALE [SHE/HER]

    18 moons old / intj / erudite

    warrior / born in shadowclan / currently in skyclan

    apprentice is n/a / loyal to herself, the dark forest, and eventually, revolution

    created 7/27/19 / ages up the 27th of every month


    RELATIONSHIPS.

    bisexual biromantic / not open to dating / emotionally shot

    dating orbweaver would probably be the last thing you'd ever do. romance is not a dance of feelings and coy flirting for her, no, it is an asset used to get beneath the skin of those around her, to make them rust and to get them to lie beside her, which is the point where she puts her next plan in action. she pierces their heart and tears their jugular, then walks away from the situation unharmed, and with a flawless mental state. she is efficient and deadly, not sentimental. maybe, perhaps when she breaks from the control of the dark forest and those capitalizing on her deteriorating mental state, she will find a way to return to a point where she could enjoy the company of another without imagining their guts spilled on the floor.

    npc x npc [both deceased]

    previously mated to an npc named bearstrider

    trusts no one but herself, the stars, and revolution



    APPEARANCE / AESTHETIC.

    [CURRENT BODY:] a lanky, curly-furred black she-cat with striking yellow eyes

    ↳ like a shadow given form and life, orbweaver looks to be a miasma of darkness breathed into the imitate movement. her body seems formless, covered by her long, curly fur and coveted by the abyss itself. in some situations, such as in a darkest nightmare or in the deep, lost call of nighttime, orbweaver is a terrifying leviathan in the penumbra of the moon, but in the light, with her curly fur and large, innocent eyes, orbweaver looks like she could have never done a wrong thing in her life. from the shadow of darkness, two large, yellow orbs peer from her figure, always locked on her targets, always glittering with a cold fire.

    — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: a small scar on the underside of her right eye, still recovering



    PERSONALITY.

    ☾ [EXTERIOR TRAITS] calm, cool, collected, innocent, cute, harmless

    ☾ [INTERIOR TRAITS] cold, cruel, vicious, scared, hopeless, manipulative

    ↳ Orbweaver knows what she must do, and so she does it. a vested interest in how the stars shimmer at night and how they visit her in her dreams has made Orbweaver understand the greater future StarClan holds for her. she had killed before and she plans to do so again, but in reality, none of this is orbweaver at all. before, she was happy, kind, easygoing, a cat who paled at the sight of blood and cruelty, but not anymore. something happened to her, something happened in her dreams and she was no more, for now she is cold, cruel, although she always hides it behind the air of coolness. she had blood on her paws and murder on her mind, and that scared girl is gone within the folds of her mind.

    — DISORDERS: a big mix of them.



    INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION.

    hard physically / easy mentally

    will start fights / will not end fights / will not run

    peaceful powerplay allowed

    attack in #d53034 and mention orbweaver

    YOU'RE MY SCROLLING HORROR SHOW

    18 moons — trad skyclan — tags — PENNED BY LAZERITY

  • MIRRORPAW, THE INVISIBLE GIRL

    TRAD DARKCLAN / APPRENTICE / EMBROILED

    OVERVIEW.

    MIRRORPAW / FEMALE [SHE/HER]

    11 moons old / intp / abnigation

    apprentice / born in the outside lands / currently in darkclan

    mentor is tbd / loyal to darkclan, starclan, and everyone around her

    created 7/28/19 / ages up the 28th of every month


    RELATIONSHIPS.

    demiromantic demisexual / hard to date / easy to be friends with / impossible to be enemies with

    mirrorpaw is a culmination of those around her, merely a reflection of her peers, and in that same vein, she simply cannot understand why anyone would want to be romantically involved with her. she has sworn her loyalty to starclan, and in her grand task given by the stars, mirrorpaw believes herself to be knit together solely as a vessel to guide the cats on the overworld. while she would do anything even for a stranger, even for someone she knows would use her, and would readily get into a relationship if she believed it would help them, for a cat to truly gain her love, they would need to convince her she is capable of loving herself first before she could swear herself to them. and when one should truly unlock this unknown part within her, she would be incredibly confused, brought down to the bare basics by such a strange feeling. she'd need to rest and think for a while before doing anything else.

    npc x npc [both deceased]

    sister to many, known to few

    trusts no one but the stars



    APPEARANCE / AESTHETIC.

    [CURRENT BODY:] a small, silver tabby with white patches and blind, blue eyes

    ↳ mirrorpaw, although her body is small and her fur silver as mist and brindled with tendrils of fog, has nothing remarkable besides her two eyes, sitting clear within her softly-formed face. her eyes are a clear, deep blue, as if imitating the color of clean water on a bright, sunny day. where her pupils should have been an inky black, they instead fade into a snowy white color, making her eyes glassy enough so that if anyone were to stare directly into her eyes, they would only see themselves staring back. mirrorpaw, wrapped into the bare essentials of what she is and what her physical form takes, is merely a small fractal of mist with eyes starry enough to contain galaxies and constellations.

    — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: n/a



    PERSONALITY.

    ☾ [EXTERIOR TRAITS] emotionless, calm, stoic, selfless, helpful, useful

    ☾ [INTERIOR TRAITS] confused, concerned, torn, going through a mental breakdown, questioning everything that makes her who she is

    ↳ What is there to say about a cat who creates who she is from where she came from? All Mirrorpaw wants to be is useful; she wants to help, assist, put cats on a better path and act as a footnote in the entirety of their life and history. Mirrorpaw does not define herself by what she has accomplished or what she has done, but just as a mirror is prone to do, she has innovated herself to become only a byproduct of the assistance she offers to those around her. She has been commissioned by the stars themselves to act as a vessel to enact their will, and just as the stars are prone to do, she does what she thinks is best for others. She is not entitled to emotions, feelings, or friends, she is not ensured to have anything most other cats should have, Mirrorpaw is no hero and she is no protagonist. Mirrorpaw is nothing more than a side character offering goods and services for the true hero of the story, someone who is really important. Mirrorpaw is okay with this; at least, she has been for a long time. Recently, something has been stirring deep in her mind.

    — DISORDERS: n/a



    INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION.

    medium physically / n/a mentally (no need to fight her mentally, she won't even engage in it)

    probably will not start fights / will end fights / won't run

    peaceful powerplay allowed

    attack in #fff and mention mirrorpaw

    I'VE DROWNED IN A THOUSAND OCEANS, BUT NONE HAVE KILLED ME

    11 MONTHS — TRAD DARKCLAN — TAGS — PENNED BY SITE MARRIED TO ZOCK

  • OSIRIS, THE BONE GOBLIN

    TRAD WHISPERING GROVE / LISTENER / CREEPY

    OVERVIEW.

    OSIRIS / MALE [HE/HIM]

    27 moons old / the moon / the witch doctor

    listener / born as a loner / currently in the whispering grove

    mentor is n/a / apprentice is n/a / loyal to fenrir

    created 8/6/19 / ages up the 6th of every month


    RELATIONSHIPS.

    homosexual homoromantic / only has eyes for fenrir / emotionally very devoted

    don't try unless you're fen. he will harvest your bones.

    npc x npc

    brother to many, known to many, but interacted with few

    trusts fenrir and virgo



    APPEARANCE / AESTHETIC.

    [CURRENT BODY:] a tall, very thin black oriental cat with piercing yellow eyes

    ↳ clothed in the deepest, blackest darkness of night, Osiris is a beast made of bones and sinew, the only fat on his incredibly thin, tall body being consumed by the ever-creeping night that makes up his pelt. his face is long and narrow, and his ears are large enough to be surreptitiously compared to that of a bat, although the cartilage is stretched thin so that his ears often flop over on themselves at the very tip, unable to hold themselves up at the ends. His claws are large and white compared to his boney, tiny paws, and very often are unsheathed for no reason other than it makes him look cool. Then, from the deepest darkness, two shining beacons shine from the distance, his two massive, all-seeing eyes, yellow and big, simultaneously staring through you and looking into the deepest trenches of your soul.

    — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: too tall. leg too big for he gotdamn feet



    PERSONALITY.

    ☾ [EXTERIOR TRAITS] creepy, strange, calm, quiet, eccentric, scientific

    ☾ [INTERIOR TRAITS] angry, snarky, affectionate, compassionate, composed, even more scientific

    ↳ The cat version of a mad scientist, Osiris highly resembles a cryptid birthed straight from the shadows of life itself, so surreptitious and elusive that blinking might serve to make him disappear. But Osiris is very much so real, and just as his factor of realness approaches the ceiling, one is all the more at danger to wake up one morning with an organ or meager bone missing from their body from a late-night surgery. Osiris is not one to encroach over boundaries, nor step over lines without any ounce of forethought, but Osiris pushes the idea of what is right and what is wrong in incredible ways in his eternal search for the progress of his clan. He wants to know all there is to know and he wants to see all there is to see, and he would stop at nothing to achieve this dream of his.

    — DISORDERS: ocd



    INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION.

    easy physically / very hard mentally

    won't start fights / will not end fights / will not run

    peaceful powerplay allowed

    attack in #000 and mention @- osiris