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[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #5f76a7

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.

[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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | gay² | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #5f76a7

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.

[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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #5f76a7

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.

[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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #5f76a7

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.

[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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold 5f76a7

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.

[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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold 5f76a7

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.

[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, gay chav
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: Southern UK
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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #5f76a7

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.

[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

[font=georgia]General Information

Castiel |

| Stormclan | warrior | homosexual | no love interests | single

Appearance

domestic longhair | dark brown seal sable | black paws | dark blue eyes | 9.5 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | wears a small tan trench coat and a navy blue tie | the trench coat has an emblem of black wings on the back | resting * face

Personality

reserved | introverted | troubled | levelheaded | pessimistic | awkward at times | intimidating at others | strong-willed | curious | logical | handles emotions badly | thoughtful | distant | loyal | 50% naive | 50% perceptive

Other

usually speaks with dignity or weariness | carries himself like a soldier| no parents | likes walking alone | blood glows very light blue | can turn invisible | can summon items | eyes glow very light blue at times | may approach others first, albeit rarely | an angel of the lord

Tags

Attacks in bold navy blue

Speaks in bold #5f76a7

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.

[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