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Character Status: Active

|| Identification ||

Name: Regulus (Rehg-you-luss)

●Kit Name - Swanson (Swahn-son)

●True Name - Regulus (Rehg-you-luss)

Age: 9 months

Join Date: April 14, 2015

Join Age: 12 months (10/14)

Join Season: Spring

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Breed: American Longhair|Maine Coon|Abyssinian|Russian Blue|American Shorthair|Chartreux

|| Physical Description ||

Brief Description: Regulus has sleek, medium length fur covering his body, though it lengthens and fluffs up quite a bit around his neck, and that area will most likely continue to get fluffier as he ages. He's got thick bones, which makes him larger than the average cat, with strong shoulders and big paws that help push him across the ground, though they cause him to lack the agility of other cats. The tom has long legs and an even longer tail, which helps him keep his balance when running and climbing. He's tall and sturdy, generally standing over other cats his age because of his ancestry of larger cats, though he's not quite as fit as any of them were. He holds a hefty stomach under his fur, as he's used to eating and working like a king, which means he's currently lacking the strength and stamina that are generally associated with his body type. This leaves him even slower and not nearly as useful as he could be.

Voice: Alex Karev www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZtEbb…

|| Mentality ||

[ Attentive | Charismatic | Thorough | Ambitious | Logical | Neat | Conceited | Harsh | Touchy ]

[Attentive|Charismatic|Thorough]

This little tom notices everything. He was trained from birth to be something of a ruler, and taught that it is necessary to see and understand everything that is going on with his underlings. Though he doesn't quite have any underlings anymore, he's retained his ability to pay attention to the details in things, though that doesn't always means he knows what to do with them, or exactly what they mean. However, he also knows how to fake it till he makes it, so even if he lacks an understanding of the things he sees and hears, he doesn't let that get him down, but rather pretends to know what's up so that everyone around him will see him as being a more capable cat. This, as well as his general ability to hide his narcissistic tendencies, makes him seem more charming and appealing to the cats around him, something that he uses frequently to boost his ego and position with the tribes, though it may easily fall from his grasp if things get too far out of hands. Really, the most truthful thing about this tom is is need for perfection. He doesn't leave anything incomplete, nor does he ever put only half of his ability into anything that he does. The tom believes that if it's worth the time he's spending on it, it's worth all the effort he can give, and he practices this idea in every aspect of his life.

[Ambitious|Logical|Neat]

It has never been Regulus' dream to be anything other than great. He's not a fan of sticking in the shadows and prefers to put himself out there and make his 'greatness' known by the world. The tom loves being the center of attention and has plans for becoming more than just a soldier once he's old enough. This makes him act more politely to his elders, as they generally hold some sort of power over him when it comes to how he'll end up, but it also make him bossy, and never stops him from trying to take the lead whenever he can. Luckily, him taking the lead isn't always a bad thing. Generally speaking, he's a smart cat who thinks with his head and not with his heart. However, this puts him in troublesome positions when it comes to dealing with cats who require some sort of sincere, emotional drive from him, other than just his lust for power. This puts him at different positions in different situations, but it was how his father taught him to look at the world, and doesn't seem to be changing any time soon. Along with his mechanical thinking, the tom loves perfection. Straight lines and clean edges are possibly his favorite things in the world. He's not a fan of getting his paws dirty, which can make him seem like a bit of a priss, though it also means his work is generally done cleanly with little faults.

[Conceited|Harsh|Touchy]

Regulus is definitely not a cat who can be described as humble. He's got plenty of narcissistic tendencies and basically always puts himself before others. He's proud and stubborn, two traits which often get in the way of his life with other cats who at least sometimes require him to listen and cooperate with what they say and want, and it also means he often buts heads with authority figures, though he tries to be as polite and civil about it as possible, due to the fact that they do have some say in the amount of power he'll hold as an adult, as previously mentioned. With other cats, however, he's blunt and often cruel, having no qualms about pointing out their failures and problems as it's only a way to get them closer to the perfection he wishes to see around him, or at least that's how he sees things. The tom is quick to jump to conclusions and judge cats for their misdeeds and appearances, though this doesn't keep him from eating more than he should. He also doesn't allow for other cats to criticize him the way he does them. He's easily offended and extremely defensive, especially when it comes to his large appetite, which is his most sensitive point. He reacts to even the least offensive comments as if he's been shot at with lightning, often leaping to return the attack or shift the subject to something else, generally a problem that his offender or another cat has and can easily be criticized.

Strengths

• Confident

• Physically strong

• Good liar

Weaknesses

• Large appetite

• Defensive

• Emotionally unattached

|| Tribe Information ||

Current Tribe: Water

Position: Soldier Apprentice

Mentor: Rose

Birth Tribe: N/A (Family Unit)

True Tribe: Water

Soulbond: N/A

Skills

• Feel With Your Mind

• Watch It Float

• Sensibility

• Come To Me

• Pressure Wave

|| Biography ||

Before Birth

Ignius and Ione did not grow up together, or anywhere near each other for that matter. The two cats grew up in two completely different situations. Ignius was born into a male-worshiping family, much like the one that he would eventually create with his future mate, but was born into a litter of only toms, making his life a struggle. From birth, he was forced to compete with his siblings to become the "alpha male" of the family, to eventually take over his father's position. Generally, the tom was successful in overcoming the trials that his father laid out for them, in front of his four brothers to become the alpha as an adult. Unfortunately, once the five toms reached the age of six moons, when black tattoos appeared upon their bodies, failure began to mean something more: exile from the family unit. It was a belief of his father's that only those males who were truly perfect could remain within the family, and failure would not be tolerated. Because of this, the challenges became much more dangerous, though less frequent as well, so it wasn't until he was two season-cycles old that Ignius was down to just one brother. The two toms had been neck-and-neck with each other since the stakes had been raised, as surely exile meant death, and so they were both extremely nervous once the final match was set. This would be the end of the tasks, and the loss of the final sibling. Ignius almost won. He almost beat his brother, but failed in the final moments of the challenge, leaving him the loser of their battle, the final exile.

Ione, on the other hand, had a loving family, who treated each cat with care and joy. She had many siblings and thrived in the social community that they shared. The she-cat was joyful and friendly, and could never be considered forceful at all. Her life was dull and uneventful, which was how she liked it, until she was one year old, and met Ignius, a stranger who was barely alive, just outside of the community's hunting ground. The tom was starving and dehydrated, close to the brink of death, until she rushed him a piece of moss soaked in water and a mouse to munch on. She continued to care for the tom, keeping up with him every single day, even after he was better. They became close, and eventually fell in love, though Ignius still held the patriarchal views of his family, but Ione didn't mind, she was just happy to be with them.

Eventually, they decided to start a family, though Ignius made sure that they were separate from the rest of the community by then, not wanting anyone to impact his kittens' development besides himself and his mate. They were out in the world alone when the kittens came, and it was an excruciating process. Ignius had no knowledge of healing and Ione was barely stable enough to pull it off on her own. However, after many hours of painful labor, three beautiful she-kits were born, and one strong little tom arrived last, providing Ignius with the heir he had been hoping for.

Kitten

Swanson's kithood could be considered a happy one. He was worshiped by his father, who claimed that he looked exactly like his grandfather who had been the final tom from his own parents' three litters. He was automatically made the leader of his three sisters, and pampered by his mother, who didn't exactly share his father's beliefs, but didn't openly disagree either. The young tom loved all of the attention that he got, and was extremely fond of having first dibs at feeding time. The kitten was quickly taught that there was no shame in telling others what to do, so he became bossy and would always push his sisters around, lashing out when they disobeyed him or messed up in any way.

To Ignius, he was perfect. Swanson was cherished by the large tom, and often taken out on training excursions that would last days, despite his young age. He could do little on these outings for the first few times, but his father protected him and did everything necessary to keep his heir from harm while still showing the kitten what he considered to be "needed brutality." Kills were given no respect and often taken very messily, though Swanson hated getting the gore on his paws. The kitten began to develop his own hunting style which was quite a bit cleaner, though still allowed for a slow and painful death. Though Ignius didn't approve of it at first, after seeing the suffering that the prey was going through, he warmed up to it, loving how his intelligent boy could kill with the most pain and the least mess.

This love, however, didn't last much longer. When the tom was about five moons old, Ione gave birth once more, this time to a litter of three males, though only one survived. Ignius was astounded by his new son's pure strength at birth. He had defeated two of his brothers within moments of entering the world. This was, to the older tom, a sign from the spirits that this boy was going to be stronger than any other. Swanson was pushed to the back, no longer the subject of his family's admiration. The tom was angry and upset, and even considered trying to kill the new born Sadler, though, due to his father's watchful eye, the opportunity never arose. So instead, he decided to wait until his sixth moon, when his tattoo would arrive and prove his strength, but then all of the tattoos vanished. Swanson was left with nothing, no hope for him to become the true heir with his tattoo missing and his younger brother gaining more admiration each day.

Eventually, it became too much. When Sadler was about a month old, Swanson left in the middle of the night, stealing away from his family to start his own life, since he knew he'd be driven out soon enough. The young tom traveled for many nights, glad that his father had taught him to hunt so well, as it allowed him to eat almost as much as he had with his family, until he finally reached the tribes, which he was hesitant to join at first, but decided to after realizing that he'd be able to get his tattoo, and once again be the strongest member of his family.

Apprentice

In progress...

Adult

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||Family||

Mother

Iona | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Father

Ignius | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Siblings

Saskia | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Sinead | Unknown| Loner | NPC

Sybil | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Sadler | Unknown | Loner | NPC

|| Relationships ||

= Respect

= Acquainted/No Opinion | = Unsure/Leaning towards dislike

= Friend/fond of | = Good Friend/not close

= Buddy/ semi-close | = Best Friend/tight and close

= Attraction/Likeable | = Crush

= Love/Like Family | = Mate

= Dislike | = Hate/Despise

= Suspicious | = Jealous

|| Apprentice/past apprentice

|| Family

Striked || Dead

Name | Rank | Role-player

Bullets | "thoughts"

[Air]

--

[Earth]

--

[Fire]

--

[Light]

--

[Shadow]

--

[Water]

--

||Roleplay Info||

Time Zone: EST

Response Time: Varies (Mostly on weekends)

Methods

Skype

Notes

Chats

Comments

RP Sample

The apprentice paused for a moment before answering, thinking over exactly what she would say. Pebblepaw was still having trouble admitting that she needed any sort of help, even if it was from Hushedlight, whom she knew wouldn't laugh or abuse the power that the blue she-cat was giving her. For a second, she even debated saying something along the lines of "Oh I was just stopping by to say hi" and then walking away without giving her mentor the chance to respond. But that would accomplish nothing, so she decided against it. Instead, the apprentice took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked up at the pale seeker.

"I need you to help me with my- er... powers." The words felt a bit odd coming from her mouth, like everything she was saying was completely cheesy. The she-cat had only just gotten used to the idea of powers recently, and hadn't really felt any need to work with them until her assessment, and every time someone talked about them, it sounded like they were telling some story for kits. Powers. They were completely unnatural, but apparently everyone had them now.

She sighed and looked away from her mentor, claws flexing in and out of the ground below, giving away her nervousness about the topic. It was completely stupid for her to feel anything but confident here, and she knew it, but asking for help had never sat right with the young cat and neither did these strange new powers. Still, she'd worked up enough nerve to come here and ask Hushedlight, so there'd be no point in walking away now. The deed was done, so she sat there, shoulders slumped, eyes facing away from the other cat, and an unsatisfied frown falling across her muzzle, waiting for the darkling to give her a response.

Month Date Year- Edits

3.26.2015- Started and finished drawn app; began written app
3.29.2015- Finished personality; Began history
3.30.2015- Finished written app; Ready to submit
4.14.2015- Officially accepted!

Art © Cat-Thighs

Original Design © Salty-Adopts

Artist Templete © Zaabu (with help from cake-dog )

The-Golden-Butterfly © Toadfoal

Description

Character Status: Active

|| Identification ||

Name: Regulus (Rehg-you-luss)

●Kit Name - Swanson (Swahn-son)

●True Name - Regulus (Rehg-you-luss)

Age: 9 months

Join Date: April 14, 2015

Join Age: 12 months (10/14)

Join Season: Spring

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Breed: American Longhair|Maine Coon|Abyssinian|Russian Blue|American Shorthair|Chartreux

|| Physical Description ||

Brief Description: Regulus has sleek, medium length fur covering his body, though it lengthens and fluffs up quite a bit around his neck, and that area will most likely continue to get fluffier as he ages. He's got thick bones, which makes him larger than the average cat, with strong shoulders and big paws that help push him across the ground, though they cause him to lack the agility of other cats. The tom has long legs and an even longer tail, which helps him keep his balance when running and climbing. He's tall and sturdy, generally standing over other cats his age because of his ancestry of larger cats, though he's not quite as fit as any of them were. He holds a hefty stomach under his fur, as he's used to eating and working like a king, which means he's currently lacking the strength and stamina that are generally associated with his body type. This leaves him even slower and not nearly as useful as he could be.

Voice: Alex Karev www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZtEbb…

|| Mentality ||

[ Attentive | Charismatic | Thorough | Ambitious | Logical | Neat | Conceited | Harsh | Touchy ]

[Attentive|Charismatic|Thorough]

This little tom notices everything. He was trained from birth to be something of a ruler, and taught that it is necessary to see and understand everything that is going on with his underlings. Though he doesn't quite have any underlings anymore, he's retained his ability to pay attention to the details in things, though that doesn't always means he knows what to do with them, or exactly what they mean. However, he also knows how to fake it till he makes it, so even if he lacks an understanding of the things he sees and hears, he doesn't let that get him down, but rather pretends to know what's up so that everyone around him will see him as being a more capable cat. This, as well as his general ability to hide his narcissistic tendencies, makes him seem more charming and appealing to the cats around him, something that he uses frequently to boost his ego and position with the tribes, though it may easily fall from his grasp if things get too far out of hands. Really, the most truthful thing about this tom is is need for perfection. He doesn't leave anything incomplete, nor does he ever put only half of his ability into anything that he does. The tom believes that if it's worth the time he's spending on it, it's worth all the effort he can give, and he practices this idea in every aspect of his life.

[Ambitious|Logical|Neat]

It has never been Regulus' dream to be anything other than great. He's not a fan of sticking in the shadows and prefers to put himself out there and make his 'greatness' known by the world. The tom loves being the center of attention and has plans for becoming more than just a soldier once he's old enough. This makes him act more politely to his elders, as they generally hold some sort of power over him when it comes to how he'll end up, but it also make him bossy, and never stops him from trying to take the lead whenever he can. Luckily, him taking the lead isn't always a bad thing. Generally speaking, he's a smart cat who thinks with his head and not with his heart. However, this puts him in troublesome positions when it comes to dealing with cats who require some sort of sincere, emotional drive from him, other than just his lust for power. This puts him at different positions in different situations, but it was how his father taught him to look at the world, and doesn't seem to be changing any time soon. Along with his mechanical thinking, the tom loves perfection. Straight lines and clean edges are possibly his favorite things in the world. He's not a fan of getting his paws dirty, which can make him seem like a bit of a priss, though it also means his work is generally done cleanly with little faults.

[Conceited|Harsh|Touchy]

Regulus is definitely not a cat who can be described as humble. He's got plenty of narcissistic tendencies and basically always puts himself before others. He's proud and stubborn, two traits which often get in the way of his life with other cats who at least sometimes require him to listen and cooperate with what they say and want, and it also means he often buts heads with authority figures, though he tries to be as polite and civil about it as possible, due to the fact that they do have some say in the amount of power he'll hold as an adult, as previously mentioned. With other cats, however, he's blunt and often cruel, having no qualms about pointing out their failures and problems as it's only a way to get them closer to the perfection he wishes to see around him, or at least that's how he sees things. The tom is quick to jump to conclusions and judge cats for their misdeeds and appearances, though this doesn't keep him from eating more than he should. He also doesn't allow for other cats to criticize him the way he does them. He's easily offended and extremely defensive, especially when it comes to his large appetite, which is his most sensitive point. He reacts to even the least offensive comments as if he's been shot at with lightning, often leaping to return the attack or shift the subject to something else, generally a problem that his offender or another cat has and can easily be criticized.

Strengths

• Confident

• Physically strong

• Good liar

Weaknesses

• Large appetite

• Defensive

• Emotionally unattached

|| Tribe Information ||

Current Tribe: Water

Position: Soldier Apprentice

Mentor: Rose

Birth Tribe: N/A (Family Unit)

True Tribe: Water

Soulbond: N/A

Skills

• Feel With Your Mind

• Watch It Float

• Sensibility

• Come To Me

• Pressure Wave

|| Biography ||

Before Birth

Ignius and Ione did not grow up together, or anywhere near each other for that matter. The two cats grew up in two completely different situations. Ignius was born into a male-worshiping family, much like the one that he would eventually create with his future mate, but was born into a litter of only toms, making his life a struggle. From birth, he was forced to compete with his siblings to become the "alpha male" of the family, to eventually take over his father's position. Generally, the tom was successful in overcoming the trials that his father laid out for them, in front of his four brothers to become the alpha as an adult. Unfortunately, once the five toms reached the age of six moons, when black tattoos appeared upon their bodies, failure began to mean something more: exile from the family unit. It was a belief of his father's that only those males who were truly perfect could remain within the family, and failure would not be tolerated. Because of this, the challenges became much more dangerous, though less frequent as well, so it wasn't until he was two season-cycles old that Ignius was down to just one brother. The two toms had been neck-and-neck with each other since the stakes had been raised, as surely exile meant death, and so they were both extremely nervous once the final match was set. This would be the end of the tasks, and the loss of the final sibling. Ignius almost won. He almost beat his brother, but failed in the final moments of the challenge, leaving him the loser of their battle, the final exile.

Ione, on the other hand, had a loving family, who treated each cat with care and joy. She had many siblings and thrived in the social community that they shared. The she-cat was joyful and friendly, and could never be considered forceful at all. Her life was dull and uneventful, which was how she liked it, until she was one year old, and met Ignius, a stranger who was barely alive, just outside of the community's hunting ground. The tom was starving and dehydrated, close to the brink of death, until she rushed him a piece of moss soaked in water and a mouse to munch on. She continued to care for the tom, keeping up with him every single day, even after he was better. They became close, and eventually fell in love, though Ignius still held the patriarchal views of his family, but Ione didn't mind, she was just happy to be with them.

Eventually, they decided to start a family, though Ignius made sure that they were separate from the rest of the community by then, not wanting anyone to impact his kittens' development besides himself and his mate. They were out in the world alone when the kittens came, and it was an excruciating process. Ignius had no knowledge of healing and Ione was barely stable enough to pull it off on her own. However, after many hours of painful labor, three beautiful she-kits were born, and one strong little tom arrived last, providing Ignius with the heir he had been hoping for.

Kitten

Swanson's kithood could be considered a happy one. He was worshiped by his father, who claimed that he looked exactly like his grandfather who had been the final tom from his own parents' three litters. He was automatically made the leader of his three sisters, and pampered by his mother, who didn't exactly share his father's beliefs, but didn't openly disagree either. The young tom loved all of the attention that he got, and was extremely fond of having first dibs at feeding time. The kitten was quickly taught that there was no shame in telling others what to do, so he became bossy and would always push his sisters around, lashing out when they disobeyed him or messed up in any way.

To Ignius, he was perfect. Swanson was cherished by the large tom, and often taken out on training excursions that would last days, despite his young age. He could do little on these outings for the first few times, but his father protected him and did everything necessary to keep his heir from harm while still showing the kitten what he considered to be "needed brutality." Kills were given no respect and often taken very messily, though Swanson hated getting the gore on his paws. The kitten began to develop his own hunting style which was quite a bit cleaner, though still allowed for a slow and painful death. Though Ignius didn't approve of it at first, after seeing the suffering that the prey was going through, he warmed up to it, loving how his intelligent boy could kill with the most pain and the least mess.

This love, however, didn't last much longer. When the tom was about five moons old, Ione gave birth once more, this time to a litter of three males, though only one survived. Ignius was astounded by his new son's pure strength at birth. He had defeated two of his brothers within moments of entering the world. This was, to the older tom, a sign from the spirits that this boy was going to be stronger than any other. Swanson was pushed to the back, no longer the subject of his family's admiration. The tom was angry and upset, and even considered trying to kill the new born Sadler, though, due to his father's watchful eye, the opportunity never arose. So instead, he decided to wait until his sixth moon, when his tattoo would arrive and prove his strength, but then all of the tattoos vanished. Swanson was left with nothing, no hope for him to become the true heir with his tattoo missing and his younger brother gaining more admiration each day.

Eventually, it became too much. When Sadler was about a month old, Swanson left in the middle of the night, stealing away from his family to start his own life, since he knew he'd be driven out soon enough. The young tom traveled for many nights, glad that his father had taught him to hunt so well, as it allowed him to eat almost as much as he had with his family, until he finally reached the tribes, which he was hesitant to join at first, but decided to after realizing that he'd be able to get his tattoo, and once again be the strongest member of his family.

Apprentice

In progress...

Adult

--

||Family||

Mother

Iona | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Father

Ignius | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Siblings

Saskia | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Sinead | Unknown| Loner | NPC

Sybil | Unknown | Loner | NPC

Sadler | Unknown | Loner | NPC

|| Relationships ||

= Respect

= Acquainted/No Opinion | = Unsure/Leaning towards dislike

= Friend/fond of | = Good Friend/not close

= Buddy/ semi-close | = Best Friend/tight and close

= Attraction/Likeable | = Crush

= Love/Like Family | = Mate

= Dislike | = Hate/Despise

= Suspicious | = Jealous

|| Apprentice/past apprentice

|| Family

Striked || Dead

Name | Rank | Role-player

Bullets | "thoughts"

[Air]

--

[Earth]

--

[Fire]

--

[Light]

--

[Shadow]

--

[Water]

--

||Roleplay Info||

Time Zone: EST

Response Time: Varies (Mostly on weekends)

Methods

Skype

Notes

Chats

Comments

RP Sample

The apprentice paused for a moment before answering, thinking over exactly what she would say. Pebblepaw was still having trouble admitting that she needed any sort of help, even if it was from Hushedlight, whom she knew wouldn't laugh or abuse the power that the blue she-cat was giving her. For a second, she even debated saying something along the lines of "Oh I was just stopping by to say hi" and then walking away without giving her mentor the chance to respond. But that would accomplish nothing, so she decided against it. Instead, the apprentice took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked up at the pale seeker.

"I need you to help me with my- er... powers." The words felt a bit odd coming from her mouth, like everything she was saying was completely cheesy. The she-cat had only just gotten used to the idea of powers recently, and hadn't really felt any need to work with them until her assessment, and every time someone talked about them, it sounded like they were telling some story for kits. Powers. They were completely unnatural, but apparently everyone had them now.

She sighed and looked away from her mentor, claws flexing in and out of the ground below, giving away her nervousness about the topic. It was completely stupid for her to feel anything but confident here, and she knew it, but asking for help had never sat right with the young cat and neither did these strange new powers. Still, she'd worked up enough nerve to come here and ask Hushedlight, so there'd be no point in walking away now. The deed was done, so she sat there, shoulders slumped, eyes facing away from the other cat, and an unsatisfied frown falling across her muzzle, waiting for the darkling to give her a response.

Month Date Year- Edits

3.26.2015- Started and finished drawn app; began written app
3.29.2015- Finished personality; Began history
3.30.2015- Finished written app; Ready to submit
4.14.2015- Officially accepted!

Art © Cat-Thighs

Original Design © Salty-Adopts

Artist Templete © Zaabu (with help from cake-dog )

The-Golden-Butterfly © Toadfoal