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"Thank you?" Castiel spoke as more of a question than a statement, towards Epsilon. On one hand, they had a fire going. On the other hand they had a much too big fire going. This wasn't exactly the fire you roasted food with. This was a celebratory bonfire. Celebrating what? That, he did not know. Perhaps the fact that Epsilon had attempted to help? That seemed right. Castiel's cerulean eyes momentarily brightened at Benedict's words, as he spoke up to him. "Thank you Benedict. That is very kind of you." he offered the pup with a look of fondness. He was much more sure that something like that was appropriate to thank.
//rusHED
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General Information
Serenity | 1.5 years old (around 20) | Female | sister of AbyssalEcho | Windclan | warrior | bisexual | no love interests | single |
Appearance
domestic shorthair | ticked lilac tabby | dark blue paws | silver eyes | 8.5 inches at the shoulder | 6.5 lbs | serene resting face
Personality
reserved | introverted | levelheaded | pessimistic | casual | teasing | peacemaker | weak-willed | feels the need to justify herself when questioned (ex: You're wearing that?) | recessive | patient | nurturing | careful | easily overwhelmed
Other
orphan | likes walking alone | does not like being intimidated | only patient for those who mean well | can glare daggers | usually does not approach others first
Tags
Speaks in bold
Thinks in italics
Attacks in beige
[font=georgia]General Information
Castiel |
He's been here since the beginning of time since he's an angel. I really don't know how long that is so ye.
| 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.
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 20 foxlengths away from the cave's entrance. The cave's interior consists of two stolen black lanterns hung at the left and right of the entrance. Just past the entrance, 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.
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
[font=georgia]General Information
AbyssalEcho | 1.5 years old (around 20) | Male | brother of Serenity | Shadowclan | warrior | pansexual | no love interests | single |
Appearance
domestic shorthair | lighter black smoke | left eye aqua, | right eye olive | 9 inches at the shoulder | 7 lbs | casual resting face | lean
Personality
social | optimistic | casual | teasing |
This does not mean that he is quiet. He just gets energy from being alone. It means that at the end of a long day, he is happy to be alone. On the other hand, extroverted would mean that one gets energy from being around others. Just letting those who think 'social' and 'introverted' clash. (Sorry if this seemed rude. I know that many will know the meaning.)
[font=georgia]| "chill" | casually positive towards others | procrastinator
Other
invisibility | manipulates sound to listen to music frequently | eyes can glow lilac at times | will find smarter aka easier ways to work out of pure laziness | approaches others for casual conversation
Tags
Speaks in [color=purple]bold purple
Thinks in italics
Attacks in [color=red]bold red
[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
[color=black]Ask to kill, capture, torture, or maim. (No killing Castiel though)