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NEW APP! <3

Twitter Account: twitter.com/hubrispit *shot*

True Name: Mar
Kit Name: Hubris
Name Meanings: Mar -‘Snake’ in Farsi; Hubris - ‘Pride’ in Greek.
Nicknames: Thistle by friends, Bile and Coney by others
Gender: Male
Age: 5 season cycles

Tribe: Earth
Rank: Warrior
Skills: 4, Secondary
He hardly ever activates his tattoo during combat, only seldom using his strength skills to defeat an enemy – fancying himself too good already at fighting for having to use it on anyone besides a particularly potent adversary.
-Move A Rock! oWo
-Push Back
-Pushing Boulders I
-Pushing Boulders II
-Picking On Me?
-Pushing Boulders III
Soulbound Skills:
-Are We One?
Soulbond: Neytiri
Apprentice: None

Appearance
The first thing one notices upon meeting Mar is his tremendous size: his tall frame towers over most of his tribemates, and he seems to quite enjoy the fact. His expression, when not smug, is often seen as one of indolent resignation or annoyance. His pelt is the color of swamp water, or dried mud, and smells much like his sense of humor: dry and cold. His tattoo is a thorny circle, that when activated, crawls over his fur like the jagged vines of a creeper, to crown him with the likeness of a thistle flower over his venom-green eye.
-Breed: Chausie x Javanese Mix
-Size: Relatively large – 16” at shoulder, but lean, weighing 18 lbs.
-Shape: Tall, lanky, athletic build, high shoulders
-Distinguishing Features: Long neck, brush tail, ear-tufts, crooked whiskers, scars
-Bearing: Relaxed, confident
-Scent: Dry, dusty, and like sagebrush

Personality: Caustic | Cagey | Arrogant | Cunning | Loyal | Scrappy | Hard-Hearted | Irreverent
- Caustic/Witty: || Mar has a quick and mordant tongue, given over to making untimely witticisms when not being outright rude. He’s sarcastic and bristly, humor dry and pessimistic, and he’s not unknown to give harsh words even to close friends. To those he deems enemies, his wit is sharp and merciless. Given his anti-social lifestyle, his scathing sense of humor is an ever-present thing in all his interactions with others, and he seems to have little ability or will to mask it.
- Cagey: || He tends towards independence, and masks his squishier feelings, his prickly exterior partially a veneer to defend himself from being hurt emotionally. He uses his harsh words to deflect any potentially-painful seeds of devotion. He already has Neytiri – he doesn’t need anyone else to secretly worry over, anyone else to share his allegiance. He feels that showing any vulnerable emotion is weak, in any case – any expression of care for another, or showing disappointment or anxiety is exhibition of his own inadequacy.
- Arrogant/Self-Assured: || He may be gangly and scarred, and have minimal social skills, but dang is he proud of it. He views himself as a lone-ranger of the wilderness, superior and saboteur of all whom he surveys, friend and foe alike, and is easily perturbed by those who do not hold such a favorable opinion of himself. He thinks all these things, but of course he does not often outright point it out – except to treat everyone else with general disdain. He also fancies himself a ladies’ man.
- Cunning/Savvy: || Not all his pomp is without cause – he is clever and has a keen mind, and is proficient at using his wit in hunting and in combat. And though his mind may be oft clouded with prejudice, and he has an aptitude towards pigeonholing others, he has sufficient shrewdness to discern most BS tossed his way. He is also well-acquainted with the north-western wilderness of Nandryx, having lived there longer than almost any other cat in the tribes, and uses this familiarity with the land to his advantage when hunting and in confrontations with other, and of course for bragging rights.
- Loyal/Tenacious: || He sticks to his proverbial guns, and to those with whom he develops a close bond, he sticks with to the bitter end – be this out of stubbornness and general hard-headery or legitimate faithfulness depends on his object of loyalty. In the way of friends, though he hardly fawns over them or expresses it with words, he does allow himself to care for some, and allies himself to them unswervingly.
- Scrappy: || Given his larger, if lean, frame, he doesn’t oft back off from a fight – he’s aggressive, sometimes reckless, and enjoys fencing physically as well as verbally with his opponents. In no situation would he have a problem with a fight arising – particularly if he gets to fight with a fiery she-cat or another cocky tom – he relishes every opportunity to exhibit his superiority, and sees fights, both physical and verbal as the perfect venue.
- Hard-Hearted: || He is not easily manipulated by pathos or emotional wiles, with the mentality of It’s a hard life for everyone – deal with it yourself where I can’t hear you. He is untrusting of most, and his ‘good opinion, once lost, is lost forever,’* - he holds to his grudges with righteous acrimony.
- Irreverent/Disrespectful: || Aside from when it counts, Mar can be depended upon to be constantly rude, and insolent, in particular, to those who he does not deem worthy of their higher-than-him station – which is pretty much anyone in a leadership position with whom he has not established a good reason to respect (‘a good reason to respect’ being they either kiss up to him like he thinks he deserves, or have the guts to put him in his place). This impudence, of course, makes him a most charming new addition to the Earth Tribe.
* Pride and Prejudice *shotshotshot*

Statistics: (inactive tattoo)
Dexterity:
Strength:
Constitution:
Wisdom:
Intelligence:
Charisma:
Stamina:

History: A Father’s Burden | Merging Families | And Then There Were Two | When Found Wanting | Tribe life
- A Father’s Burden: || Hubris was a kit born in a small litter to a pair of nondescript loners in the Nightwatch Forest. His mother died shortly after birthing them, young as she was; his father, an older tom, realizing his kits would starve if he did not find a way to give them milk, took the mewling lumps to his late mate’s friend – a queen who lived in the swamps, and bore most of her kits stillborn, having only a daughter remaining of her litter; she had milk in excess, and readily accepted the undertaking of feeding her friend’s young. Despite the charity, much to the horror of she and Hubris’s father, all but one of his children perish, as the altruistic queen’s milk dries up – Hubris’s father had tried feeding them whole food, even before they could have been weaned, but that did not stave off the death of his kits. In despair, he left the diminished queen with her daughter and his remaining kit, never to show his face to them again.
- Merging Families: || So Hubris grew up with Newt and her parents: the queen who’d mothered him, and an unaccepting new father. When Newt’s father had found that he his mate hadn’t produced any living sons, he’d grown bitter against his daughter that remained. And as this tom disdained Hubris’s favorite and only playmate, Hubris himself found that he disliked him rather a lot. And his very insolent presence was enough to turn her father off to him, as well. Newt’s mother, however, was not unkind to the kits, treasuring her daughter, and Hubris, for that matter, as her own, despite the bitterness of her mate.
- And Then There Were Two: || Newt’s familial strife grew, and Hubris became quite overwhelmed by it – still resentful of his own father, wondering why he’d abandoned him to such a dysfunctional lot, never mind the camaraderie between he and Newt. He began to grow more and more independent of the family, going more frequently than coming – finding he enjoyed fending for himself and hunting without their drama. One day, however, when he returned, he found that his surrogate mother had died – and Newt had ended her relationship with her father after a heated dispute. Hubris was distraught, and even more surprised when Newt declared her emancipation from their father. The tom apparently had no problem with this, for he gave them no more trouble, after Newt and Mar absconded his territory. Hubris was much more pleased to have Newt his companion without any strife from her relations, though he regretted the loss of her mother. Happy he was, to have a hunting partner in Newt, as much as they clashed. They hunted well together, and for years, were happy.
They’d established their own territory in the northern end of their swamp, though shortly after had to vacate themselves west – with the strange arrival of hordes of cats from the south – felines that ran in tribes, an anomaly of codependent cats. Hubris and Newt resented these aliens that now walked their land, as their numbers had forced them to leave yet more territory behind them, as they were forced to live further on the fringe of Nandryx. But just like all the changes undergone in their life, they adapted: learning the lay of new lands and the runs of new prey until they grew content with their fringe, and Hubris’s life returned to status quo.
- When Found Wanting: || Then came the Drought. The familiar shade of their forest dwindled away as the leaves withered and died, and the Waters of Ezrael were reduced to toad-skin lakebed. Hubris and Newt had no choice but to leave their once-stable independence – to join the communal security of a Tribe. Both their ample reservoirs of pride were brought low as they reduced themselves to the dependence of others – Newt in particular was disdainful at the ‘diminishment’ of their state – Hubris himself was more or less resigned to it. Despite the varying degree of bitterness in their respective attitudes, however, they were permitted entry to the Tribe, gaining its protection in exchange for their aid in the labor to acquire water.
To add to the drastic changes in their lives, they were given new names by the Earth Spirit: Mar and Neytiri, and became warriors for their tribe, and diggers for water.
- Tribe Life: || Both of them were relieved to not be quite starving or dying of thirst – though they both remained ill-at-ease in their newfound situation. Mar found it disconcerting to no longer have any privacy, though did not mind at all the fact that the population of females his world had so suddenly increased. And it was not so bad – he still got to roam the land with Neytiri – only on different terms now. It was lousy taking orders from senior members of the tribe – especially that little upstart of a Deputy – but it was all better, certainly, than a sharp stick in the eye, or, say, being a dried-up carcass out in the emaciated woods. Who knew how long this whole tribe thing would last, anyhow.

Relationships:
Enemy
Hate
Idiot
Dislike
Annoying
Meh.
Acquaintance
Like
Friend
Respect
Close Friend
Platonic Love
Aesthetic Attraction
Affection
Love
Mate
Tribes: () - Earth, () – Fire, () – Light, () – Shadow, () - Air, () – Water, () - None

() Neytiri | F | Warrior | Artistic-Twist
My pompous little Newt. There's no other stubborn mousebrain I’d rather have at my side than that little Pipsqueak.

() Firo | M | Warrior | Sycophantism
A strange and most perplexing little mouse. I do not like to think of him, when I can avoid it.
He has such audacity – is so incomprehensible – he bugs the crap out of me – and there seems to be nothing I can do to change his apparent and incessant good opinion of me. The better part of me dislikes it.

() Alcina | F | Leader | Sophister
Whyever is a she-kit the leader of the Earth Tribe? I'll grant she is a spit-fire, but I highly doubt she has much experience, let alone enough to merit her rank.

() Kokkinos | M | Deputy | Steffanosaurus
To say that I do not think myself more suitable for his position would be a lie.

() Soren | M | Truant | Galaxy-Prince
Abandoning his Tribe like that – I don’t even particularly like his tribe, what sort of coward would just up and leave? I see it does not take much to become a leader in the tribes.

() Phoebe | F | Apprentice | YollerZ
Pending.

() Fadri | M | Miner | Vinscribbles
Pending.

() Shibui | F | Guard | KalCity
Pending.

() Malikai | M | Mineral Collector | Jaewolfeh22z
Pending.

() Mikah | M | Guard | Jaewolfeh22z
Pending.

Relationship Information:
Relationship Status|| Open
Orientation|| Straight
Preferences|| Smaller cats that don’t like to be touched, feisty and easy to tease, soft fur – and not super-young.
Looking For|| Open to a fling or two or three. The only reason he’d ever want to settle down and have kits would be to see more ‘superior beings’ like himself come into existence, and to tease Neytiri about becoming an aunt.
Current Attractions|| Shibui, Alcina
Past Attractions|| Neytiri

Family:
Father||
Kouros || Male || Loner || Truant
Mother||
Leva || Female || Loner || Deceased
Brother(s)||
Unknown || Male || Loner || Deceased
Unknown || Male ||Loner || Deceased
Sister(s) || N/A
Unknown || Female || Loner || Deceased
Neytiri|| Female || Earth Tribe || Warrior || Alive (Adoptive)
Kits || N/A

Roleplay Example:
From Their Dark Eden
He didn’t understand – that Synn was acting not unlike an axle. He’d noticed this a few times during their journey. She was not the thorns in the stale rubber of the wheel, she as an axle. The wheel was prodigal of mind, it tended to unhinge and roll away some times, meandering in passages that were not pleasant. Sometimes she acted as an axle, beckoning or whispering to the wheel, all quiet, of course, calling the wheel’s name, just as she had murmured. A focus point, a point upon which to focus and fix upon. If he was the wheel, that made sense, anyways. But maybe it did not make sense, anyways. An axle. How silly – axles were on cars, and he did not like cars. The allegory thence frightened him – before he figured – did bicycles or motorcycles have axles, too? He did not fear bicycles or motorcycles. Synn could be the axle of one of those, perhaps. He could be one of those wheels; smaller, thinner, but no less a wheel. Perhaps that made more sense.
He was pondering these things rather incoherently as he watched said axle fiddle with the can, the can she grinned over, the can over which she spoke of sweetness. Apparently forms of sweetness did not burn Synn, for when she opened the can, with the familiar sound of rasping tin, she did not recoil from the gleaming amber within. Ramses found himself drawn within to more reminiscence, as he gazed absently at the contents. Peaches.
He blinked, and wondered how they would go about eating it. Usually, in Eden, if one got a whole can to themselves, they would eat it straight from its confines, sticking in their muzzles to engage in the consumption. If they had to share, if it was, say, a time for rationing, they would take turns at doing the same. But Ramses was never good at sharing – sharing food meant sharing mouth-germs, too, and so everyone had gotten used to this and gave him the small cans, so that he didn’t get too much and have to share. He glanced between Synn and the can, self-conscious, as though she might see the deliberation going on between his ears. And, suddenly, he grew afraid that she was going to dump it on the unsanitary plane of the floor. He did not know what was worse.
In precaution against it being dumped, he put a hesitant paw to rest beside the can, hoping she didn’t notice. “Um – how do you suppose we’re gunna eat it?” he inquired. He didn’t want to say that he’d never really shared canned food before, that would make the reason for his diffidence too obvious, if it wasn’t obvious already. His gaze was averted; would his eyes incriminate him? Did she know what cooties were? They’d spoken back in Eden, as pups, about cooties – did Synn, wastelander, know about them?

Other:
- He likes kittens about as much as swamp rats.
- He’s tired of eating birds and amphibians. He doesn’t mind swamp fish, though, and derives an irrational glee from stealing eggs from birds’ nests.
- Themesongs:
Eminem – Survival www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jhe-lf…
Skillet – Those Nights www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuheuI… centric of his childhood with Neytiri
Trapt - Headstrong www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTvu1Y…
- The flower in his tattoo, when activated, resembles a Thistle, hence his nickname
- He hardly ever activates his tattoo during combat, only seldom using his strength skills to defeat an enemy – fancying himself too good already at fighting for having to use it on anyone besides a particularly potent adversary.
- He is prejudiced against younger cats, deeming them inexperienced and naïve.
- Favorites:
-Food: Hawk (he fancies he can catch them)
-Color: Red
-Season: Winter (allegedly because natural selection works best during this time)

Features: takethra.deviantart.com/art/Du… takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…
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Description
NEW APP! <3

Twitter Account: twitter.com/hubrispit *shot*

True Name: Mar
Kit Name: Hubris
Name Meanings: Mar -‘Snake’ in Farsi; Hubris - ‘Pride’ in Greek.
Nicknames: Thistle by friends, Bile and Coney by others
Gender: Male
Age: 5 season cycles

Tribe: Earth
Rank: Warrior
Skills: 4, Secondary
He hardly ever activates his tattoo during combat, only seldom using his strength skills to defeat an enemy – fancying himself too good already at fighting for having to use it on anyone besides a particularly potent adversary.
-Move A Rock! oWo
-Push Back
-Pushing Boulders I
-Pushing Boulders II
-Picking On Me?
-Pushing Boulders III
Soulbound Skills:
-Are We One?
Soulbond: Neytiri
Apprentice: None

Appearance
The first thing one notices upon meeting Mar is his tremendous size: his tall frame towers over most of his tribemates, and he seems to quite enjoy the fact. His expression, when not smug, is often seen as one of indolent resignation or annoyance. His pelt is the color of swamp water, or dried mud, and smells much like his sense of humor: dry and cold. His tattoo is a thorny circle, that when activated, crawls over his fur like the jagged vines of a creeper, to crown him with the likeness of a thistle flower over his venom-green eye.
-Breed: Chausie x Javanese Mix
-Size: Relatively large – 16” at shoulder, but lean, weighing 18 lbs.
-Shape: Tall, lanky, athletic build, high shoulders
-Distinguishing Features: Long neck, brush tail, ear-tufts, crooked whiskers, scars
-Bearing: Relaxed, confident
-Scent: Dry, dusty, and like sagebrush

Personality: Caustic | Cagey | Arrogant | Cunning | Loyal | Scrappy | Hard-Hearted | Irreverent
- Caustic/Witty: || Mar has a quick and mordant tongue, given over to making untimely witticisms when not being outright rude. He’s sarcastic and bristly, humor dry and pessimistic, and he’s not unknown to give harsh words even to close friends. To those he deems enemies, his wit is sharp and merciless. Given his anti-social lifestyle, his scathing sense of humor is an ever-present thing in all his interactions with others, and he seems to have little ability or will to mask it.
- Cagey: || He tends towards independence, and masks his squishier feelings, his prickly exterior partially a veneer to defend himself from being hurt emotionally. He uses his harsh words to deflect any potentially-painful seeds of devotion. He already has Neytiri – he doesn’t need anyone else to secretly worry over, anyone else to share his allegiance. He feels that showing any vulnerable emotion is weak, in any case – any expression of care for another, or showing disappointment or anxiety is exhibition of his own inadequacy.
- Arrogant/Self-Assured: || He may be gangly and scarred, and have minimal social skills, but dang is he proud of it. He views himself as a lone-ranger of the wilderness, superior and saboteur of all whom he surveys, friend and foe alike, and is easily perturbed by those who do not hold such a favorable opinion of himself. He thinks all these things, but of course he does not often outright point it out – except to treat everyone else with general disdain. He also fancies himself a ladies’ man.
- Cunning/Savvy: || Not all his pomp is without cause – he is clever and has a keen mind, and is proficient at using his wit in hunting and in combat. And though his mind may be oft clouded with prejudice, and he has an aptitude towards pigeonholing others, he has sufficient shrewdness to discern most BS tossed his way. He is also well-acquainted with the north-western wilderness of Nandryx, having lived there longer than almost any other cat in the tribes, and uses this familiarity with the land to his advantage when hunting and in confrontations with other, and of course for bragging rights.
- Loyal/Tenacious: || He sticks to his proverbial guns, and to those with whom he develops a close bond, he sticks with to the bitter end – be this out of stubbornness and general hard-headery or legitimate faithfulness depends on his object of loyalty. In the way of friends, though he hardly fawns over them or expresses it with words, he does allow himself to care for some, and allies himself to them unswervingly.
- Scrappy: || Given his larger, if lean, frame, he doesn’t oft back off from a fight – he’s aggressive, sometimes reckless, and enjoys fencing physically as well as verbally with his opponents. In no situation would he have a problem with a fight arising – particularly if he gets to fight with a fiery she-cat or another cocky tom – he relishes every opportunity to exhibit his superiority, and sees fights, both physical and verbal as the perfect venue.
- Hard-Hearted: || He is not easily manipulated by pathos or emotional wiles, with the mentality of It’s a hard life for everyone – deal with it yourself where I can’t hear you. He is untrusting of most, and his ‘good opinion, once lost, is lost forever,’* - he holds to his grudges with righteous acrimony.
- Irreverent/Disrespectful: || Aside from when it counts, Mar can be depended upon to be constantly rude, and insolent, in particular, to those who he does not deem worthy of their higher-than-him station – which is pretty much anyone in a leadership position with whom he has not established a good reason to respect (‘a good reason to respect’ being they either kiss up to him like he thinks he deserves, or have the guts to put him in his place). This impudence, of course, makes him a most charming new addition to the Earth Tribe.
* Pride and Prejudice *shotshotshot*

Statistics: (inactive tattoo)
Dexterity:
Strength:
Constitution:
Wisdom:
Intelligence:
Charisma:
Stamina:

History: A Father’s Burden | Merging Families | And Then There Were Two | When Found Wanting | Tribe life
- A Father’s Burden: || Hubris was a kit born in a small litter to a pair of nondescript loners in the Nightwatch Forest. His mother died shortly after birthing them, young as she was; his father, an older tom, realizing his kits would starve if he did not find a way to give them milk, took the mewling lumps to his late mate’s friend – a queen who lived in the swamps, and bore most of her kits stillborn, having only a daughter remaining of her litter; she had milk in excess, and readily accepted the undertaking of feeding her friend’s young. Despite the charity, much to the horror of she and Hubris’s father, all but one of his children perish, as the altruistic queen’s milk dries up – Hubris’s father had tried feeding them whole food, even before they could have been weaned, but that did not stave off the death of his kits. In despair, he left the diminished queen with her daughter and his remaining kit, never to show his face to them again.
- Merging Families: || So Hubris grew up with Newt and her parents: the queen who’d mothered him, and an unaccepting new father. When Newt’s father had found that he his mate hadn’t produced any living sons, he’d grown bitter against his daughter that remained. And as this tom disdained Hubris’s favorite and only playmate, Hubris himself found that he disliked him rather a lot. And his very insolent presence was enough to turn her father off to him, as well. Newt’s mother, however, was not unkind to the kits, treasuring her daughter, and Hubris, for that matter, as her own, despite the bitterness of her mate.
- And Then There Were Two: || Newt’s familial strife grew, and Hubris became quite overwhelmed by it – still resentful of his own father, wondering why he’d abandoned him to such a dysfunctional lot, never mind the camaraderie between he and Newt. He began to grow more and more independent of the family, going more frequently than coming – finding he enjoyed fending for himself and hunting without their drama. One day, however, when he returned, he found that his surrogate mother had died – and Newt had ended her relationship with her father after a heated dispute. Hubris was distraught, and even more surprised when Newt declared her emancipation from their father. The tom apparently had no problem with this, for he gave them no more trouble, after Newt and Mar absconded his territory. Hubris was much more pleased to have Newt his companion without any strife from her relations, though he regretted the loss of her mother. Happy he was, to have a hunting partner in Newt, as much as they clashed. They hunted well together, and for years, were happy.
They’d established their own territory in the northern end of their swamp, though shortly after had to vacate themselves west – with the strange arrival of hordes of cats from the south – felines that ran in tribes, an anomaly of codependent cats. Hubris and Newt resented these aliens that now walked their land, as their numbers had forced them to leave yet more territory behind them, as they were forced to live further on the fringe of Nandryx. But just like all the changes undergone in their life, they adapted: learning the lay of new lands and the runs of new prey until they grew content with their fringe, and Hubris’s life returned to status quo.
- When Found Wanting: || Then came the Drought. The familiar shade of their forest dwindled away as the leaves withered and died, and the Waters of Ezrael were reduced to toad-skin lakebed. Hubris and Newt had no choice but to leave their once-stable independence – to join the communal security of a Tribe. Both their ample reservoirs of pride were brought low as they reduced themselves to the dependence of others – Newt in particular was disdainful at the ‘diminishment’ of their state – Hubris himself was more or less resigned to it. Despite the varying degree of bitterness in their respective attitudes, however, they were permitted entry to the Tribe, gaining its protection in exchange for their aid in the labor to acquire water.
To add to the drastic changes in their lives, they were given new names by the Earth Spirit: Mar and Neytiri, and became warriors for their tribe, and diggers for water.
- Tribe Life: || Both of them were relieved to not be quite starving or dying of thirst – though they both remained ill-at-ease in their newfound situation. Mar found it disconcerting to no longer have any privacy, though did not mind at all the fact that the population of females his world had so suddenly increased. And it was not so bad – he still got to roam the land with Neytiri – only on different terms now. It was lousy taking orders from senior members of the tribe – especially that little upstart of a Deputy – but it was all better, certainly, than a sharp stick in the eye, or, say, being a dried-up carcass out in the emaciated woods. Who knew how long this whole tribe thing would last, anyhow.

Relationships:
Enemy
Hate
Idiot
Dislike
Annoying
Meh.
Acquaintance
Like
Friend
Respect
Close Friend
Platonic Love
Aesthetic Attraction
Affection
Love
Mate
Tribes: () - Earth, () – Fire, () – Light, () – Shadow, () - Air, () – Water, () - None

() Neytiri | F | Warrior | Artistic-Twist
My pompous little Newt. There's no other stubborn mousebrain I’d rather have at my side than that little Pipsqueak.

() Firo | M | Warrior | Sycophantism
A strange and most perplexing little mouse. I do not like to think of him, when I can avoid it.
He has such audacity – is so incomprehensible – he bugs the crap out of me – and there seems to be nothing I can do to change his apparent and incessant good opinion of me. The better part of me dislikes it.

() Alcina | F | Leader | Sophister
Whyever is a she-kit the leader of the Earth Tribe? I'll grant she is a spit-fire, but I highly doubt she has much experience, let alone enough to merit her rank.

() Kokkinos | M | Deputy | Steffanosaurus
To say that I do not think myself more suitable for his position would be a lie.

() Soren | M | Truant | Galaxy-Prince
Abandoning his Tribe like that – I don’t even particularly like his tribe, what sort of coward would just up and leave? I see it does not take much to become a leader in the tribes.

() Phoebe | F | Apprentice | YollerZ
Pending.

() Fadri | M | Miner | Vinscribbles
Pending.

() Shibui | F | Guard | KalCity
Pending.

() Malikai | M | Mineral Collector | Jaewolfeh22z
Pending.

() Mikah | M | Guard | Jaewolfeh22z
Pending.

Relationship Information:
Relationship Status|| Open
Orientation|| Straight
Preferences|| Smaller cats that don’t like to be touched, feisty and easy to tease, soft fur – and not super-young.
Looking For|| Open to a fling or two or three. The only reason he’d ever want to settle down and have kits would be to see more ‘superior beings’ like himself come into existence, and to tease Neytiri about becoming an aunt.
Current Attractions|| Shibui, Alcina
Past Attractions|| Neytiri

Family:
Father||
Kouros || Male || Loner || Truant
Mother||
Leva || Female || Loner || Deceased
Brother(s)||
Unknown || Male || Loner || Deceased
Unknown || Male ||Loner || Deceased
Sister(s) || N/A
Unknown || Female || Loner || Deceased
Neytiri|| Female || Earth Tribe || Warrior || Alive (Adoptive)
Kits || N/A

Roleplay Example:
From Their Dark Eden
He didn’t understand – that Synn was acting not unlike an axle. He’d noticed this a few times during their journey. She was not the thorns in the stale rubber of the wheel, she as an axle. The wheel was prodigal of mind, it tended to unhinge and roll away some times, meandering in passages that were not pleasant. Sometimes she acted as an axle, beckoning or whispering to the wheel, all quiet, of course, calling the wheel’s name, just as she had murmured. A focus point, a point upon which to focus and fix upon. If he was the wheel, that made sense, anyways. But maybe it did not make sense, anyways. An axle. How silly – axles were on cars, and he did not like cars. The allegory thence frightened him – before he figured – did bicycles or motorcycles have axles, too? He did not fear bicycles or motorcycles. Synn could be the axle of one of those, perhaps. He could be one of those wheels; smaller, thinner, but no less a wheel. Perhaps that made more sense.
He was pondering these things rather incoherently as he watched said axle fiddle with the can, the can she grinned over, the can over which she spoke of sweetness. Apparently forms of sweetness did not burn Synn, for when she opened the can, with the familiar sound of rasping tin, she did not recoil from the gleaming amber within. Ramses found himself drawn within to more reminiscence, as he gazed absently at the contents. Peaches.
He blinked, and wondered how they would go about eating it. Usually, in Eden, if one got a whole can to themselves, they would eat it straight from its confines, sticking in their muzzles to engage in the consumption. If they had to share, if it was, say, a time for rationing, they would take turns at doing the same. But Ramses was never good at sharing – sharing food meant sharing mouth-germs, too, and so everyone had gotten used to this and gave him the small cans, so that he didn’t get too much and have to share. He glanced between Synn and the can, self-conscious, as though she might see the deliberation going on between his ears. And, suddenly, he grew afraid that she was going to dump it on the unsanitary plane of the floor. He did not know what was worse.
In precaution against it being dumped, he put a hesitant paw to rest beside the can, hoping she didn’t notice. “Um – how do you suppose we’re gunna eat it?” he inquired. He didn’t want to say that he’d never really shared canned food before, that would make the reason for his diffidence too obvious, if it wasn’t obvious already. His gaze was averted; would his eyes incriminate him? Did she know what cooties were? They’d spoken back in Eden, as pups, about cooties – did Synn, wastelander, know about them?

Other:
- He likes kittens about as much as swamp rats.
- He’s tired of eating birds and amphibians. He doesn’t mind swamp fish, though, and derives an irrational glee from stealing eggs from birds’ nests.
- Themesongs:
Eminem – Survival www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jhe-lf…
Skillet – Those Nights www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuheuI… centric of his childhood with Neytiri
Trapt - Headstrong www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTvu1Y…
- The flower in his tattoo, when activated, resembles a Thistle, hence his nickname
- He hardly ever activates his tattoo during combat, only seldom using his strength skills to defeat an enemy – fancying himself too good already at fighting for having to use it on anyone besides a particularly potent adversary.
- He is prejudiced against younger cats, deeming them inexperienced and naïve.
- Favorites:
-Food: Hawk (he fancies he can catch them)
-Color: Red
-Season: Winter (allegedly because natural selection works best during this time)

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