Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Mar 28, 2017 17:38:04 GMT -5
User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name: Morning Dew on Spiderweb [Morning]
Gender: Female
Age: 1.5 Spec moons
Size: About 1.4 feet
Pelt Color: Overlaying this feminine’s sylphlike physique is a bonny merlot coat. Strewed throughout this rather downy fur are tones of wine, mahogany and sangria, all admixed to vein across her silken fleece in reminiscent tabby marks.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): As though sensing her consequent malformation in vocals, Morning developed an array of vibrant palatinate colored bio-luminescence concentrated on both her cheek regions which make it seem as though she has freckles. She relies heavily on each, individual tiny blotch as means to communicate divergent words; as well as those ringed around her muzzle and explosion of swirls about her ears. The symbolic flora that is presented at her spinal area is none other than the majestic Phoenix Bell, a photophore that has more of a pansy purple hue and thus lighter than those on her countenance.
Eye Color: A soft indigo that is flecked with cerulean.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Instantly distinguishable by her sylphlike physique, the molly has been seen as a bit more than a passable beauty. This svelte build, though pretty to admire from afar, is quite frangible and can be swiftly broken by things which would do an average feline minimal damage. This is due to her unstable bone structures which are caused by a sort of osteopenia. As a result, her healer ranking came as a relief as it meant she wouldn’t have to depart camp to encounter dangers she could probably not cope with.
Position: Healer Trainee
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Personality: Morning keeps an aloof profile, which is excused simply by her inability to speak as a mute. She slyly exploits these mitigations as means to convey a more or so insouciant attitude without repercussions - a method of hers not to become emotionally attached to anyone since relationships, she's come to rationalize, only cause hurt and misery. This phlegmatic demeanor also helps conceals her inner insecurities about herself, such as the primary one that she is unwanted space ascribable to how she was treated prior to joining the Tribe. This also causes a massive struggle when trying to trust someone - something that takes a awfully long time to do - and even then she's typically unwilling. Individuals that do manage to acquaint themselves, find themselves being incidentally pushed away; something that she does almost instinctively. Negativity aside, Morning is an extremely intelligent cat, which can be proved by how she added her own unique twist to bio-luminescent signals as means to communicate with tribe members. Each of her many photophores represent words - sometimes multiple by how many times she flashes them - which can usually be cut to one vocable like 'water' or, 'herb', or stretched out to become a more developed expression depending on how complex the situation. In her head, however, she likes to imagine that this method of communication form fully structured sentences, no matter how curt a locution may be.
History: A little time after she was born, felines became to note Morning's incapability of speech, though kept their muzzles shut whilst her sire was head of the band; however, some, the most daring, gossiped noisily when around her. These insults escalated when her father was killed and she became subject to mockery; a practical clown amongst these cynical individuals. She soon developed an unhealthy notion that the inability to talk was something to be ashamed of and began to withdraw into an already dented shell. This verbal torture and the killing of her mate was what led Morning's dam to flee the area, but only managed to snag up Bug and her. As the story goes, mother and offspring were separated, and they were found by Bramble. Healing took much longer for Morning: physically, it was easy to repair her wounds; the scars mentally, however, never seemed to cure themselves.
Pet (Optional): Luzige
Code: We are the Fireflies
Other: Her brother is Bug Crawling Up Side of Tree
Pet Form-
Name: Luzige
Type: Volanti
Owner: Morning Dew on Spiderweb
Description: He is an obscure cobalt colored Volanti with the typical white bio-luminescence. His wings are a bit larger than average, aiding him in flight. He has pitch black optics that are observed as a bit creepy at first sight. Dull, ebony patterns decorate his scales. He has a vine tied around his neck that are capable of holding herbs. He is one of the larger Volanti of about 6 inches.
Other: He gets a bit overwhelmed when felines discuss topics with actual words given he is generally exposed to his owner, Morning, which cannot communicate with speech. He is, however, extremely fluent with how Morning interacts- with the use of her bio-luminescence. Luzige is exceedingly protective of his owner and often growls if an unknown creature approaches her- cat and animal alike. He is only ever affectionate and playful toward her, and her only. Others he regards seriously or merely emotionless if he doesn't want to pay heed. Luzige is often found around his owner's neck or trotting beside her.
User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name*: Bug that Crawls on Tree [Bug]
Gender: Male
Age**: 1.5 Spec moon old.
Size: 1.9 feet tall
Pelt Color: A dark shade of carob makes up the entirety of this gibe’s coat, a color individuals often confuse with black ascribable to its obscure pigmentation. Light that glances off his pelage makes it shimmer golden.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Three is a number his photophores take to fondly. Focusing more on the face region, a triad of vivid chartreuse markings ring both ears, as well as his chin - curved over the rim to make it seem like adhered piercings. Multiple upside down triangles forming a ‘V’ create a trinity beneath his eyes, highlighting these ocular organs when said bioluminescence are illuminated. A line, surrounded by a dot on either polar side, is present at the ridge of his nose. Moving on to his primary physique, a distinguishable zigzagging pattern exists along his spine to his tail - ones spaced by a single score which, again, have specks on either side. To wrap it up, three, dimly glowing bands happen at all four limbs.
Eye Color: A glamorous shade of paris green.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): A sizable tom for a rather youthful age, Bug has a humorously misleading alias, given his namesake is a synonym for insect; typically a small creature. Contradictory to this label, he has a stocky build, more so concentrated at the frontal regions of his body - chest, shoulders and forelegs. Even his fur seems more ‘plush’ at this area, as it forms a sort of mane around his neck. Posterior-wise, his form curves in somewhat to make it seem more slender in regards to his bulkier aspects.
Position***: Protector Trainee
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Kits (Optional): N/A
Personality: In two words only: gentle giant. Virtually on all occasions would one heed a jaunty expression etched upon his princely countenance. After all, he appears like a practical parcel of optimism - like suggesting positive views on a dour topic, or giving helpful advice when a friend is down and staying by their side in order for this to be undertaken. Inwardly, however, he sometimes feels depressed and hopeless, curtesy of the PTSD he developed when younger after a tragic mishap happened before his eyes. He dares not express this to anyone, however, as he utilizes the philosophy that the Tribe has already done enough for him as is.
History (Optional): Peculiarly enough, Bug did not originate from the Tribe. Rather, he was indirectly associated with a band of loners as he was still in his dam’s womb. It was after he was born - birthed along with three other siblings - that his father was challenged to a duel for leadership and was subsequently killed; later scarring the poor tom with nightmares. Sensing it to be an unsafe environment for her kits to grow in due to them belonging to the late leader, she was forced to flee; though because of unknown complications, only managed to vamoose the vicinity with Bug and his sister, Morning, only. All three escaped, unharmed, but during the process mother and offspring were unfortunately separated. Malnourished and exhausted, the two juveniles ultimately wandered into Tribe territory, where they were found by Bramble and taken back to camp to be aided by the healers. After reaching maximal health, Bug felt forever indebted to this bunch of individuals and was soon initiated into training.
Pet (Optional): N/A
Code:
Other: His sister is Morning Dew on Spiderweb.
User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name*: Little Briar Reflected on Slough [Briar]
Gender: Female
Age**: 3 Spes moons
Size: Roughly one foot
Pelt Color: She sports a rather dark 'blue' coat, with streaks of black crisscrossing through her hind and forelegs. A mask of ebony is displayed across her face.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Her luminescence is of a cyclamen hue in the outlined shape of hearts. Smaller, amorphous specks scatter the rest of her sides and back, almost circling the much larger ones.
Eye Color: An extremely light shade of turquoise.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Unlike the typical sturdy profile a Fighter develops at a young stage, Briar retains a terribly small stature. So much so that she is often misinterpreted for a trainee. Her limbs are rather stubby, though, surprisingly, she's a nimble feline, often relying on her agility to defeat opponents.
Position***: Fighter
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): She is currently crushing on Night of Terrible Winds. Though having confessed already, Night is still thinking things out.
Kits (Optional): None
Personality: As a highly optimistic and perky cat, Briar is an energy-driven achiever, seemingly with no limit. She exerts herself past standards, solely to prove herself to be a capable Fighter. Her greatest assets prove to be her cleverness and resourcefulness when facing a trial, as she rather lacks true strength.
She is respectful in regards of other cats, despite sometimes receiving the opposite treatment. Her actions are generally done for selfless purposes, which adds to her determined nature. Briar is extremely loyal, to the point she's willing to sacrifice everything to protect her Tribe.
History (Optional): Some say she was the runt of the litter, others that she developed a genetic mutation when still in her dam's womb. One thing is for certain - Briar is no large cat. In fact, at about the size of a typical trainee, she can easily be passed for one.
She was discovered by a patrol one day under a briar bush, alone and nearly dead from starvation. She was brought back immediately to camp, where she recovered slowly in the Healer's den. Some cats visited her out of sheer curiosity, kits in general. She acquainted with future protector, Bramble, though it was cut short due to his duties as trainee.
Later, when it came time to announce her own status in the tribe, many jeered at her succeeding rank, to such an extent she was forced to wait another moon to become a novice.
Her mentor mostly ignored her as he found Briar as a lost cause. She, however, did not allow this to quell her vivacious makeup. So, she trained gruelingly to prove her worth as a capable fighter to the tribe. With the use of her intelligence, she begun to utilize natural materials as an advantage - branches, sand, pebbles. Another edge to her tactic was, strangely enough, her size. As foes underestimated her, it enabled her to take them on, off guard.
At the time of the Fighter ceremony, everyone was stunned at how efficiently she took the task given. Her mentor, stubborn as he was, even offered a polite apology.
Up to this present day, she still serves obediently under the laws of the place she calls home.
User name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name*: Faraway Nebula where Stars are Born [Nebula]
Gender: Female
Age**: 2.5 Cerulean Moon
Size: 6.4 inches
Pelt Color: A prepossessing category of blue, coupled with something of a silvery tinge that exudes a shimmer when exposed to a certain frequency of light.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Magenta decorates her slender limbs in patterns of attenuated nimbus clouds, additional star-like specks associating these designs. The same is to note with her rather downy tail.
Eye Color: A conspicuous cyan pigment tinges her optics, vividly highlighting the entirety of her visage. Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Her coat is fairly curt and twines at the edges, giving her a more or so fascinating twist to her profile. Her limbs are lissome yet somewhat lanky, though the particular aspect is curiously not unappealing. If anything, it compliments her overall svelte build.
Position***: Kit [Tribal Runner]
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Kits (Optional): N/A
Personality: Simply put, Nebula is quite the withdrawn molly. She doesn’t necessarily dislike company she’s familiar with - say her parents or sibs - but others would find it difficult to initiate a conversation. In regards to the individuals who successfully start one up, words would begin to spill hesitantly from her maw in mumbles with inaudible frequencies, as she becomes anxious she’d make a mistake whilst speaking. [Aaand for now, I’m going to have a WIP for her personality because I usually like RPing my cats first before creating one. Let’s just say, this is a default persona for her ^^]
History (Optional): Birthed by her dam, Gunpi, Nebula was born to a litter of four healthy kits. The happy family was only momentary, however, as she, along with her siblings and mother, soon went missing due to unknown causes. Bramble - her step father - toiled tirelessly to find his missing family. Accompanied by fleets of patrols, Nebula was the only one found days later. No trace of her siblings or dam were ever recovered.
Pet (Optional): None
Other: N/A
Name: Morning Dew on Spiderweb [Morning]
Gender: Female
Age: 1.5 Spec moons
Size: About 1.4 feet
Pelt Color: Overlaying this feminine’s sylphlike physique is a bonny merlot coat. Strewed throughout this rather downy fur are tones of wine, mahogany and sangria, all admixed to vein across her silken fleece in reminiscent tabby marks.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): As though sensing her consequent malformation in vocals, Morning developed an array of vibrant palatinate colored bio-luminescence concentrated on both her cheek regions which make it seem as though she has freckles. She relies heavily on each, individual tiny blotch as means to communicate divergent words; as well as those ringed around her muzzle and explosion of swirls about her ears. The symbolic flora that is presented at her spinal area is none other than the majestic Phoenix Bell, a photophore that has more of a pansy purple hue and thus lighter than those on her countenance.
Eye Color: A soft indigo that is flecked with cerulean.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Instantly distinguishable by her sylphlike physique, the molly has been seen as a bit more than a passable beauty. This svelte build, though pretty to admire from afar, is quite frangible and can be swiftly broken by things which would do an average feline minimal damage. This is due to her unstable bone structures which are caused by a sort of osteopenia. As a result, her healer ranking came as a relief as it meant she wouldn’t have to depart camp to encounter dangers she could probably not cope with.
Position: Healer Trainee
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Personality: Morning keeps an aloof profile, which is excused simply by her inability to speak as a mute. She slyly exploits these mitigations as means to convey a more or so insouciant attitude without repercussions - a method of hers not to become emotionally attached to anyone since relationships, she's come to rationalize, only cause hurt and misery. This phlegmatic demeanor also helps conceals her inner insecurities about herself, such as the primary one that she is unwanted space ascribable to how she was treated prior to joining the Tribe. This also causes a massive struggle when trying to trust someone - something that takes a awfully long time to do - and even then she's typically unwilling. Individuals that do manage to acquaint themselves, find themselves being incidentally pushed away; something that she does almost instinctively. Negativity aside, Morning is an extremely intelligent cat, which can be proved by how she added her own unique twist to bio-luminescent signals as means to communicate with tribe members. Each of her many photophores represent words - sometimes multiple by how many times she flashes them - which can usually be cut to one vocable like 'water' or, 'herb', or stretched out to become a more developed expression depending on how complex the situation. In her head, however, she likes to imagine that this method of communication form fully structured sentences, no matter how curt a locution may be.
History: A little time after she was born, felines became to note Morning's incapability of speech, though kept their muzzles shut whilst her sire was head of the band; however, some, the most daring, gossiped noisily when around her. These insults escalated when her father was killed and she became subject to mockery; a practical clown amongst these cynical individuals. She soon developed an unhealthy notion that the inability to talk was something to be ashamed of and began to withdraw into an already dented shell. This verbal torture and the killing of her mate was what led Morning's dam to flee the area, but only managed to snag up Bug and her. As the story goes, mother and offspring were separated, and they were found by Bramble. Healing took much longer for Morning: physically, it was easy to repair her wounds; the scars mentally, however, never seemed to cure themselves.
Pet (Optional): Luzige
Code: We are the Fireflies
Other: Her brother is Bug Crawling Up Side of Tree
Pet Form-
Name: Luzige
Type: Volanti
Owner: Morning Dew on Spiderweb
Description: He is an obscure cobalt colored Volanti with the typical white bio-luminescence. His wings are a bit larger than average, aiding him in flight. He has pitch black optics that are observed as a bit creepy at first sight. Dull, ebony patterns decorate his scales. He has a vine tied around his neck that are capable of holding herbs. He is one of the larger Volanti of about 6 inches.
Other: He gets a bit overwhelmed when felines discuss topics with actual words given he is generally exposed to his owner, Morning, which cannot communicate with speech. He is, however, extremely fluent with how Morning interacts- with the use of her bio-luminescence. Luzige is exceedingly protective of his owner and often growls if an unknown creature approaches her- cat and animal alike. He is only ever affectionate and playful toward her, and her only. Others he regards seriously or merely emotionless if he doesn't want to pay heed. Luzige is often found around his owner's neck or trotting beside her.
User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name*: Bug that Crawls on Tree [Bug]
Gender: Male
Age**: 1.5 Spec moon old.
Size: 1.9 feet tall
Pelt Color: A dark shade of carob makes up the entirety of this gibe’s coat, a color individuals often confuse with black ascribable to its obscure pigmentation. Light that glances off his pelage makes it shimmer golden.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Three is a number his photophores take to fondly. Focusing more on the face region, a triad of vivid chartreuse markings ring both ears, as well as his chin - curved over the rim to make it seem like adhered piercings. Multiple upside down triangles forming a ‘V’ create a trinity beneath his eyes, highlighting these ocular organs when said bioluminescence are illuminated. A line, surrounded by a dot on either polar side, is present at the ridge of his nose. Moving on to his primary physique, a distinguishable zigzagging pattern exists along his spine to his tail - ones spaced by a single score which, again, have specks on either side. To wrap it up, three, dimly glowing bands happen at all four limbs.
Eye Color: A glamorous shade of paris green.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): A sizable tom for a rather youthful age, Bug has a humorously misleading alias, given his namesake is a synonym for insect; typically a small creature. Contradictory to this label, he has a stocky build, more so concentrated at the frontal regions of his body - chest, shoulders and forelegs. Even his fur seems more ‘plush’ at this area, as it forms a sort of mane around his neck. Posterior-wise, his form curves in somewhat to make it seem more slender in regards to his bulkier aspects.
Position***: Protector Trainee
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Kits (Optional): N/A
Personality: In two words only: gentle giant. Virtually on all occasions would one heed a jaunty expression etched upon his princely countenance. After all, he appears like a practical parcel of optimism - like suggesting positive views on a dour topic, or giving helpful advice when a friend is down and staying by their side in order for this to be undertaken. Inwardly, however, he sometimes feels depressed and hopeless, curtesy of the PTSD he developed when younger after a tragic mishap happened before his eyes. He dares not express this to anyone, however, as he utilizes the philosophy that the Tribe has already done enough for him as is.
History (Optional): Peculiarly enough, Bug did not originate from the Tribe. Rather, he was indirectly associated with a band of loners as he was still in his dam’s womb. It was after he was born - birthed along with three other siblings - that his father was challenged to a duel for leadership and was subsequently killed; later scarring the poor tom with nightmares. Sensing it to be an unsafe environment for her kits to grow in due to them belonging to the late leader, she was forced to flee; though because of unknown complications, only managed to vamoose the vicinity with Bug and his sister, Morning, only. All three escaped, unharmed, but during the process mother and offspring were unfortunately separated. Malnourished and exhausted, the two juveniles ultimately wandered into Tribe territory, where they were found by Bramble and taken back to camp to be aided by the healers. After reaching maximal health, Bug felt forever indebted to this bunch of individuals and was soon initiated into training.
Pet (Optional): N/A
Code:
Other: His sister is Morning Dew on Spiderweb.
User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name*: Little Briar Reflected on Slough [Briar]
Gender: Female
Age**: 3 Spes moons
Size: Roughly one foot
Pelt Color: She sports a rather dark 'blue' coat, with streaks of black crisscrossing through her hind and forelegs. A mask of ebony is displayed across her face.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Her luminescence is of a cyclamen hue in the outlined shape of hearts. Smaller, amorphous specks scatter the rest of her sides and back, almost circling the much larger ones.
Eye Color: An extremely light shade of turquoise.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Unlike the typical sturdy profile a Fighter develops at a young stage, Briar retains a terribly small stature. So much so that she is often misinterpreted for a trainee. Her limbs are rather stubby, though, surprisingly, she's a nimble feline, often relying on her agility to defeat opponents.
Position***: Fighter
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): She is currently crushing on Night of Terrible Winds. Though having confessed already, Night is still thinking things out.
Kits (Optional): None
Personality: As a highly optimistic and perky cat, Briar is an energy-driven achiever, seemingly with no limit. She exerts herself past standards, solely to prove herself to be a capable Fighter. Her greatest assets prove to be her cleverness and resourcefulness when facing a trial, as she rather lacks true strength.
She is respectful in regards of other cats, despite sometimes receiving the opposite treatment. Her actions are generally done for selfless purposes, which adds to her determined nature. Briar is extremely loyal, to the point she's willing to sacrifice everything to protect her Tribe.
History (Optional): Some say she was the runt of the litter, others that she developed a genetic mutation when still in her dam's womb. One thing is for certain - Briar is no large cat. In fact, at about the size of a typical trainee, she can easily be passed for one.
She was discovered by a patrol one day under a briar bush, alone and nearly dead from starvation. She was brought back immediately to camp, where she recovered slowly in the Healer's den. Some cats visited her out of sheer curiosity, kits in general. She acquainted with future protector, Bramble, though it was cut short due to his duties as trainee.
Later, when it came time to announce her own status in the tribe, many jeered at her succeeding rank, to such an extent she was forced to wait another moon to become a novice.
Her mentor mostly ignored her as he found Briar as a lost cause. She, however, did not allow this to quell her vivacious makeup. So, she trained gruelingly to prove her worth as a capable fighter to the tribe. With the use of her intelligence, she begun to utilize natural materials as an advantage - branches, sand, pebbles. Another edge to her tactic was, strangely enough, her size. As foes underestimated her, it enabled her to take them on, off guard.
At the time of the Fighter ceremony, everyone was stunned at how efficiently she took the task given. Her mentor, stubborn as he was, even offered a polite apology.
Up to this present day, she still serves obediently under the laws of the place she calls home.
User name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Name*: Faraway Nebula where Stars are Born [Nebula]
Gender: Female
Age**: 2.5 Cerulean Moon
Size: 6.4 inches
Pelt Color: A prepossessing category of blue, coupled with something of a silvery tinge that exudes a shimmer when exposed to a certain frequency of light.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Magenta decorates her slender limbs in patterns of attenuated nimbus clouds, additional star-like specks associating these designs. The same is to note with her rather downy tail.
Eye Color: A conspicuous cyan pigment tinges her optics, vividly highlighting the entirety of her visage. Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Her coat is fairly curt and twines at the edges, giving her a more or so fascinating twist to her profile. Her limbs are lissome yet somewhat lanky, though the particular aspect is curiously not unappealing. If anything, it compliments her overall svelte build.
Position***: Kit [Tribal Runner]
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Kits (Optional): N/A
Personality: Simply put, Nebula is quite the withdrawn molly. She doesn’t necessarily dislike company she’s familiar with - say her parents or sibs - but others would find it difficult to initiate a conversation. In regards to the individuals who successfully start one up, words would begin to spill hesitantly from her maw in mumbles with inaudible frequencies, as she becomes anxious she’d make a mistake whilst speaking. [Aaand for now, I’m going to have a WIP for her personality because I usually like RPing my cats first before creating one. Let’s just say, this is a default persona for her ^^]
History (Optional): Birthed by her dam, Gunpi, Nebula was born to a litter of four healthy kits. The happy family was only momentary, however, as she, along with her siblings and mother, soon went missing due to unknown causes. Bramble - her step father - toiled tirelessly to find his missing family. Accompanied by fleets of patrols, Nebula was the only one found days later. No trace of her siblings or dam were ever recovered.
Pet (Optional): None
Other: N/A