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    Character Name:
    Spark of Starting Fire
    {spark}
    Character Age:
    About Eight moons old.
    Gender:
    Male.
    Alliance:
    тяιвє σƒ вℓυє ѕтσηєѕ
    Rank:
    Trainer, currently.
    {apprentice}
    Appearance :
    Spark is a orange tabby. His stripes are quite a bit darker then his sand coloured pelt, for they are bright red. His tail is bobbed, and some said it makes him 'cuter'. His stripes seem to stop, almost, half-way down his leg. On his front feet, his toes are a snowy-white, and on his hind legs, his entire paw are white, starting below his ankle ( I think :-\ ). His bottom jaw is white too. his eyes are a pale green. He is a very small built, but what he lacks in size, he gains in speed and agility. He has a bobbed tail.
    Personality :
    Like is name, Spark is just beginning to shine. he excels in almost everything he is taught, fighting, the little training for hunting he gets, just about everything, except for one thing. Climbing. he isn't rained to climb, but he is taught to fight and hunt in trees. Despite his mentor's best tries, he can't catch his balance, due to his bobbed tail. Due to this, he is also terrified stiff of climbing, or running across anything where he could fall to his death. Much like a young fire, he can easily burn out if not feed properly. He needs kindness, and friendship to glow.
    ---Likes (at least 3):
    Running, sleeping and snow. He also enjoys rabbits-yum!
    --- Dislikes (at least 3):
    Climbing, losing and disappointing cats.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
    Running, remaining hidden, despite his bright pelt and fighting.
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3):
    Climbing, being insulted and standing on the ledge of anything. low or high.


    History (8 or more sentences):
    Spark of Starting Flame was born to a bright red tabby she-cat in the middle of winter, although clan cats are usually named after what their mother first sees when they're born, Spark's mother names Spark and his siblings, both of which died later, after her favourite memories. Spark of Starting Flame, Love at First Sight and Rain on Spring Day were born. Spark was the only tom. A few moons later, in the same attack that killed his mother, Spark's tail was ripped off by a badger. He was about six moons old at the time.
    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
    This my third or fourth.
    Comments (optional):
    I'm about to make a bio for the deputy of the same group!

    Streetkit stumbled along, a wild grin spread across her face. The little torbie giggled as she stepped in a puddle. As she stepped forwards she paused and stepped back, splashing around in the puddle.


    Username:
    lost in my own little world
    Name:
    "Arrianne Joyce. Call me Anne and die."
    Age:
    "About 14. "
    Gender:
    " Do I look like anything other then female?"
    Godly Parent:
    " Hypnos. But I'm a hunter, so I stay in the Artemis cabin."
    Human Parent:
    " Bree Joyce."
    Brothers/Sisters:
    " None that I know of."
    Crush:
    " Um...no. Say that again and I'll rip you're throat out."
    Former School:
    " I've never really been to school..."
    Best Friend [if one]:
    " Sorry, but no. But I'm open to suggestions!"
    Special Weapon:
    " Poison tipped darts that automatically re-load. Oh, and a she lid like Thaila's. Except mine has the harpies on it. One slap of the wrist, and boom! A shield. "


    Siphon cringed and looked behind her. "Shut it or I'll shut it for you." She snarled, getting up.


    Vireopaw blinked slowly, " Hi Siphon, and yes, I'm good. Thanks for asking. And one more question, do you like trees? You look a like a tree-climbing cat."

    Thanks! Is it okay that's she's Hypnos daughter? Here is a list of there powers and such:

    Arrianne walked through camp. Her long, wavy brown hair was pulled back in a loose braid. She wore a large orange " Camp Half-Blood' t-shirt with a white tank top underneath. She wore short shorts underneath a dn walked bare foot. She smiled as she looked up at the sky, but as a snickering Satyr passed her, she turned to glare at him with an icy cold gaze. he immediately stopped.

    This world is my prison;
    One which I live alone
    Instead of sweet water
    I've harsh steel and stone.
    Once I danced through the waves;
    Once I sang with joyed tone;
    Now I cry from the land,
    Now my fate I bemoan.
    As Sibling emerged from the water, she lunged for her clothes. Scrambling behind a bush she quickly changed in to her clothes. Stepping back out, she ruffled her wet, yet quickly drying hair. She looked around its her pale eyes and gestured to the opposite shore.
    " Let's go have seem fun!"
    She said quickly with a giggled before running off.
    I cry, and I beg
    To return, to be free
    And sometimes I think
    That the waves sing to me.
    But there is no use wishing
    For what can never be.
    My tears add to my home:
    The water, the sea.

    As the Satyr passed, Arrianne's look became appy and serene agin. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she sat down on the shore. Fumbling it's her hair, she practiced making her self paper more thn once, she couldn't make more then three of her self at once, and even then, all the forms were thin and higly transparent.

    (( Sorry :X ))
    Arrianne's grimaced with disgust, but she was bored, and wanted to beat something up. Screwing up her face and taking a deep breath she walked after Winthrop, stopping just behind him, she inhaled loudly, and asked, " Do you want to go practice hand-to-hand combat with me?" she asked slowly.

    Arrianne smirked, " as long as you don't touch me." she wandered off and returned with a long cestial-bronze sword, more of a dagger though. Twirling it in her hand, she tossed it up and caught it. A wicked grin on her face, she said, " Ready to play, boy?" she lunged at him, aiming for the tigh.
    (( Wait, isn't he from Cmp Jupiter?))

    Snap padded up behind Limepaw, watching the thrush scurry away. Placing a paw on his back, she pushed him more center, then she put one paw on his left hind leg and moved it more forward, " Try it now." she said softly.