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Description

Basics
Name: Sverre

Nickname(s): Sev

Gender: Male

Age: 2 y, 4 mo

Season of Birth: Summer

Stats
Strength: ●●○○○

Endurance: ●●●●○

Speed: ●●○○○

Agility: ●●○○○

Wits: ●○○○○

Dexterity: ●●●○○

Title: Combatant

Court: Summer

Student: Tess

Artifact:

Name: [tba]

Item: Spiderweb - Wrapped around right horn

Ability: Spiritual

Powers: Living Nightmare | Dream Walker | Absorption

Physical
Height:

Weight:

Breed: Balinese mix

Eyes: Blue

Horns: Sverre's horns have notches and nicks along them, a testament to his nervous tic rubbing them against trees and rocks. It's a habit he's never been able to break, and it's resulted in them growing assymetrically.

Pattern: Flame point variation

Fur: Short, fine

Build: Scrawny

Bearing: Hunched

Personal
Overview:

Sverre is a self-conscious, whimisical individual with high anxiety and unpredictable behavior. He seems to be borderline neurotic, and occasionally exhibits mood swings. How he reacts to a given situation varies drastically depending on each unique circumstance; the same goes for how he responds to social interactions. He doesn't do well under pressure. Altogether, he is an antisocial but well-meaning creature with a peculiar lack of confidence and a tendency to panic in unexpected ways.

Traits:

{Eccentric | Haphazard | Capricious | Agitated | Subservient | Principled}
{Eccentric} He doesn't act, speak, or behave in a regular manner. In the end, Sverre doesn't seem to have any presets for behavior; reactions, responses, expressions, and other such things are decided in-moment (if they're decided upon at all, rather than compulsive), and thus tend to be pretty unusual. Furthermore, they change every time, and so he isn't what anyone would consider predictable in a short-term scale. How he'll treat someone he likes against someone he doesn't likes will vary drastically in every individual situation.

{Haphazard} Whatever he does never seems to be dictated by sense or thought. His body moves, and his mind follows it. Rarely does Sverre have a long-term plan, or a strategy with whatever he is approaching. Any decision he makes tends to be a very simple one, and he'll encounter and handle the effects and consequences of those decisions in real-time. In the end, this makes him prone to jumping to conclusions or into action.

{Capricious} When he does make conscious decisions, there isn't much thought between the idea and following through. Ideas and plans aren't his strong suit; if he gets it in his mind to do something, often he'll go headlong into it without pausing to consider the ramifications of his actions. In the end, this also means that he tends to run his mouth, not thinking before speaking. Because of this, he'll find himself having said something that could come across the wrong way, and will often end up rambling frantically to try and remedy his own fumble. A lot of the time, he only ends up digging the hole deeper for himself, and inevitably tapers off into stressed whines. On top of all this, the exact manner with which he'll act or respond to something is hard to discern; whatever goes on in that nitrous-infused brain of his will normally be a mystery to anyone who meets him.

{Agitated} Everything he does reflects a peculiar discontent. Sverre will typically seem on edge, impatient, or some level of flustered. There's always somewhere else to go, something else to do, someone else to see. This can negatively affect interactions with others, making him seem insensitive and dismissive. Ultimately, he'll realize his rude behavior, albeit typically only too late, and will end up further agitating himself as he tries to figure out how to make amends. There's always something Sverre must or should be doing, even if it's just some small self-assigned task, and they always seem mountainous when stacked together, resulting in his stressed and running-out-of-time demeanor. All of this results in a very high-strung individual.

{Subservient} He'll obey orders without much or any protest. On the off chance that he does object, it rarely takes any effort to silence or coerce him. One moment could be spent saying how stupid it is to hunt rats, and the next he'll be doing just that because the delegate asked him to. If a cat exercises dominance over him, he'll not challenge it. The means of how exactly to do this aren't certain, and occasionally a felmark may find themselves on his silent list of 'superiors' without knowing how they got there.

{Principled} Sev has a pretty straightforward concept of right and wrong. Immorality puts him off, and it isn't hard for him to develop an opinion on someone depending on their ethic decisions. Because of this, he can be a fairly judgmental individual, though will typically reserve verbally making his thoughts apparent. If prompted, though, he won't hesitate to lay out just what is what, despite the fact that this can agitate and excite him. Typically, anytime that he'll be explaining himself, he'll become stressed and anxious; even if he has his own strict rules of good and bad, he often worries about doing the wrong thing by accident or making a mistake that will cause others to judge him.

History:

{Black Sheep}

Sverre's kithood was relatively boring. He had two siblings, a brother and a sister, and they took to picking on him pretty early on. As the quiet kitten, he rarely tattled and they took advantage of his timidity to use him as entertainment. It was their childish sadism that reinforced his high-strung nature, as well as gave him a peculiar endurance to violence.

For six months he suffered there cruel whimsies, and at their scarring ceremony, he finally escaped the den that trapped him. On the Volcano, he was practically frozen beneath his Noble's claws, completely still and silent as he was marked. That was a sensation that's never left him, and even as a student, he spent several days afterwards agitating the wound just to feel it. His teacher quickly broke him of that habit, however, scolding him with great vehemence each time she found him scraping his cuts along the bark of trees. When her patience ran its course, she threatened to tear a strip off his hide if he persisted, and finally he stopped.

{Wait For Me}

During his Familiar Season, Sverre was anxious and fidgeted constantly. From a distance his teacher observed him, waiting for his eyes to find his familiar. The nights they spent together, Sverre curling close to his teacher to share heat. The winter was cold, and he felt discouraged by the type of setting he was seeking his familiar in; many birds would have migrated, and thus he was limited to those who did not go South during the snowfall. For days they wandered the lands, and the longer it took, the more he became convinced that any bird meant to bond with him was gone for the season. If that were the case, what would happen to him? Would he be condemned to live without his familiar altogether, or would he be cursed to wander until the migration ended?

Stress mounted, and mounted, and eventually his teacher became exasperated with hunting for him and began to show him how to do it for himself. When he got the hang of it, she fell back and took to her own endeavors, often leaving him for the whole day and only tracking to catch up when night began to fall. Her impatience further agitated Sverre.

Then Malibu appeared. From a notch in a towering oak, the little swift cracked his drowsy eyes open, caught the gaze of the frozen felmark, and swooped down to land on his shoulder. For a long while they stared at each other, before Sverre sat and let all of the stress of the last few days drain out of him. Relaxing against his new partner, Malibu shut his eyes again and resumed sleeping; for all intents and purposes he should have migrated, but had stayed behind for some inexplicable reason. Now that he had Sverre, he understood why he had felt inclined to stay behind.

{Glitching Out}

His teacher was atrocious. More often than not, Sverre was terrified of leaving home with her for training. Every day she treated him like dirt, criticising him ruthlessly and putting effort into being as caustic as possible. It steadily whittled away at his self-esteem, though her teachings were top quality and he became commendable in his trade. Her praise was rare and, when she did offer it, it was riddled with bitter advice. At the same time, though, she was exercising a strict paradigm onto him, and Sverre never doubted his place in his Court; a loyal piece to be played as his Noble saw fit.

Some days he came home looking worse off than when he'd left that morning. Any details about their training were scarce and, occasionally, inconsistent. From the nervous way he would react to questions, he clearly had no interest in talking about their sessions. Perhaps this would indicate that he knew she was mistreating him, or at least doing something wrong, but still he refused to divulge information or even ask for help. If anything, it would seem like he didn't think he needed it.

When she died, it was a surprise to see him grieve her. It was an awkward mourning, and when he wept it was silent and his expression was torn between devastated and blank. Thankfully he was near the end of his training and the time spent with his new teacher was short. The older tom-cat was uncomfortable by the arrangement, knowing he was expected to comfort the student but not knowing how to. In the end, he also had very little to teach Sverre that his late mentor hadn't already covered, and he wound up graduating having learned very little from his second teacher.

{Drifting Out On Clouds}

It didn't take long for Sverre to withdraw into himself. Most days, he'll spend his time wandering the territory alone, hunting for prey to bring back. It's thought that he prefers the company of his familiar over cats, but the truth is, Sverre and Malibu don't talk all that often when they're alone. Their relationship relies more on empathy and silent communication, primarily because Sverre is so very reserved with his deeper feelings. In an odd way, over their time together, Malibu has come to accept Sverre; not in that he knows all there is to know about him, or that there are things about Sverre that he may not like-- he honestly doesn't know all that much about Sverre-- but more that they're bound to each other in more than obligation, and would stand by the other in any situation.

It's weird, though, because sometimes Malibu will learn something new about Sverre that he didn't know before and, honestly, sometimes those new things are really significant and they'll startle the heck outta Malibu. He might even give Sverre a hard time, but it's all in play, and Sverre will often respond to his familiar's heckling with a faintly weary but fond smile.

They're a peculiar pair.

Familiar:

Name: Malibu

Age: 2 years

Gender: Male

Species: Andean Swift

Personality:

{Calm | Sarcastic | Intolerant | Enthusiastic}

{Lazy} Malibu spends most of his time perched on Sverre's shoulder, riding the felmark and dozing. If he's awake, he's probably kind of sleepy; seriously, he could sleep for days. Otherwise, though, this can be a beneficial trait, because it means he's relatively calm. This is a state where he is level-headed and relaxed. With this mindset, he's a decent tactician and can come up with some surprisingly good ideas (which he normally forgets about when he's wide awake).

{Sarcastic} Don't even get him started. Malibu uses sarcasm like a second language; to criticise, to offend, to scold, to make a point, to make a joke. Sometimes it can come off as rude, but other times it can be pretty funny if he's trying hard enough (he tries pretty hard, he likes to make others laugh with it). He's a witty sort, and even when he's silent, he's very expressive; idneed, his exasperation can be portrayed with gestures and looks just as plainly as with words. Really, though, he doesn't seem as reluctant to speak with other felmark as most familiars would be; Malibu rarely cares if someone thinks he's rude or impolite, and if he makes a friend, all the better.

{Intolerant} For the most part, it's his way or the highway. Beyond that, though, Malibu has a very strict set of ideals. Since it's a short list, he's extremely abraisive towards anyone who'd encroach on his ethic rules. He'll be downright cruel towards those he thinks deserve it. Because of this, he can hold quite the grudge, though he isn't against giving second chances. In the end, it depends on the severity of their sin, but Malibu is nothing but fair (at least, in his own mind that's how it is).

{Enthusiastic} A strategy, a plan, a game, a mission - whatever it is, he'll be pumped. It's when they're doing something that will wake Malibu up and get him moving around like nothing else. If it's something like hooking two felmarks up on a date, or figuring out a new way to capture prey, it realyl doesn't matter; Malibu likes having a course of action in front of him, and he'll tackle it with all of his energy.

Trivia:

Voice Actor: N/a

Theme(s):

N/a

"Name"

Sexuality: N/a

Quirks: Talks to himself

Conditions: Synesthesia (Chromesthesia)

Favorites:

Sound: Silence

Colour: Brown

Food: Rabbit

Facts:
-Bright colours make him nervous.

-Very happy to have been born with Summer horns.

-Masochistic.

-Occasionally calls his familiar Mali.
Tropes:

-TBA

Relationships
Dead
Fear
Dislike
Neutral
Fond
Friend???
Crush???????
Family

Summer Court

/ ??? - Brother (Open)
N/a

/ ??? - Sister (Open)
N/a

Autumn Court

:bullet:/:bullet: ??? - ???
N/a

Winter Court

:bullet:/:bullet: ??? - ???
N/a

Spring Court

:bullet:/:bullet: ??? - ???
N/a

Roleplay Status
/ /

Timezone: EST

Skype (Sycophantism)
Chat
Notes

Sverre is © Sycophantism

Art is © roshambxo

Description

Basics
Name: Sverre

Nickname(s): Sev

Gender: Male

Age: 2 y, 4 mo

Season of Birth: Summer

Stats
Strength: ●●○○○

Endurance: ●●●●○

Speed: ●●○○○

Agility: ●●○○○

Wits: ●○○○○

Dexterity: ●●●○○

Title: Combatant

Court: Summer

Student: Tess

Artifact:

Name: [tba]

Item: Spiderweb - Wrapped around right horn

Ability: Spiritual

Powers: Living Nightmare | Dream Walker | Absorption

Physical
Height:

Weight:

Breed: Balinese mix

Eyes: Blue

Horns: Sverre's horns have notches and nicks along them, a testament to his nervous tic rubbing them against trees and rocks. It's a habit he's never been able to break, and it's resulted in them growing assymetrically.

Pattern: Flame point variation

Fur: Short, fine

Build: Scrawny

Bearing: Hunched

Personal
Overview:

Sverre is a self-conscious, whimisical individual with high anxiety and unpredictable behavior. He seems to be borderline neurotic, and occasionally exhibits mood swings. How he reacts to a given situation varies drastically depending on each unique circumstance; the same goes for how he responds to social interactions. He doesn't do well under pressure. Altogether, he is an antisocial but well-meaning creature with a peculiar lack of confidence and a tendency to panic in unexpected ways.

Traits:

{Eccentric | Haphazard | Capricious | Agitated | Subservient | Principled}
{Eccentric} He doesn't act, speak, or behave in a regular manner. In the end, Sverre doesn't seem to have any presets for behavior; reactions, responses, expressions, and other such things are decided in-moment (if they're decided upon at all, rather than compulsive), and thus tend to be pretty unusual. Furthermore, they change every time, and so he isn't what anyone would consider predictable in a short-term scale. How he'll treat someone he likes against someone he doesn't likes will vary drastically in every individual situation.

{Haphazard} Whatever he does never seems to be dictated by sense or thought. His body moves, and his mind follows it. Rarely does Sverre have a long-term plan, or a strategy with whatever he is approaching. Any decision he makes tends to be a very simple one, and he'll encounter and handle the effects and consequences of those decisions in real-time. In the end, this makes him prone to jumping to conclusions or into action.

{Capricious} When he does make conscious decisions, there isn't much thought between the idea and following through. Ideas and plans aren't his strong suit; if he gets it in his mind to do something, often he'll go headlong into it without pausing to consider the ramifications of his actions. In the end, this also means that he tends to run his mouth, not thinking before speaking. Because of this, he'll find himself having said something that could come across the wrong way, and will often end up rambling frantically to try and remedy his own fumble. A lot of the time, he only ends up digging the hole deeper for himself, and inevitably tapers off into stressed whines. On top of all this, the exact manner with which he'll act or respond to something is hard to discern; whatever goes on in that nitrous-infused brain of his will normally be a mystery to anyone who meets him.

{Agitated} Everything he does reflects a peculiar discontent. Sverre will typically seem on edge, impatient, or some level of flustered. There's always somewhere else to go, something else to do, someone else to see. This can negatively affect interactions with others, making him seem insensitive and dismissive. Ultimately, he'll realize his rude behavior, albeit typically only too late, and will end up further agitating himself as he tries to figure out how to make amends. There's always something Sverre must or should be doing, even if it's just some small self-assigned task, and they always seem mountainous when stacked together, resulting in his stressed and running-out-of-time demeanor. All of this results in a very high-strung individual.

{Subservient} He'll obey orders without much or any protest. On the off chance that he does object, it rarely takes any effort to silence or coerce him. One moment could be spent saying how stupid it is to hunt rats, and the next he'll be doing just that because the delegate asked him to. If a cat exercises dominance over him, he'll not challenge it. The means of how exactly to do this aren't certain, and occasionally a felmark may find themselves on his silent list of 'superiors' without knowing how they got there.

{Principled} Sev has a pretty straightforward concept of right and wrong. Immorality puts him off, and it isn't hard for him to develop an opinion on someone depending on their ethic decisions. Because of this, he can be a fairly judgmental individual, though will typically reserve verbally making his thoughts apparent. If prompted, though, he won't hesitate to lay out just what is what, despite the fact that this can agitate and excite him. Typically, anytime that he'll be explaining himself, he'll become stressed and anxious; even if he has his own strict rules of good and bad, he often worries about doing the wrong thing by accident or making a mistake that will cause others to judge him.

History:

{Black Sheep}

Sverre's kithood was relatively boring. He had two siblings, a brother and a sister, and they took to picking on him pretty early on. As the quiet kitten, he rarely tattled and they took advantage of his timidity to use him as entertainment. It was their childish sadism that reinforced his high-strung nature, as well as gave him a peculiar endurance to violence.

For six months he suffered there cruel whimsies, and at their scarring ceremony, he finally escaped the den that trapped him. On the Volcano, he was practically frozen beneath his Noble's claws, completely still and silent as he was marked. That was a sensation that's never left him, and even as a student, he spent several days afterwards agitating the wound just to feel it. His teacher quickly broke him of that habit, however, scolding him with great vehemence each time she found him scraping his cuts along the bark of trees. When her patience ran its course, she threatened to tear a strip off his hide if he persisted, and finally he stopped.

{Wait For Me}

During his Familiar Season, Sverre was anxious and fidgeted constantly. From a distance his teacher observed him, waiting for his eyes to find his familiar. The nights they spent together, Sverre curling close to his teacher to share heat. The winter was cold, and he felt discouraged by the type of setting he was seeking his familiar in; many birds would have migrated, and thus he was limited to those who did not go South during the snowfall. For days they wandered the lands, and the longer it took, the more he became convinced that any bird meant to bond with him was gone for the season. If that were the case, what would happen to him? Would he be condemned to live without his familiar altogether, or would he be cursed to wander until the migration ended?

Stress mounted, and mounted, and eventually his teacher became exasperated with hunting for him and began to show him how to do it for himself. When he got the hang of it, she fell back and took to her own endeavors, often leaving him for the whole day and only tracking to catch up when night began to fall. Her impatience further agitated Sverre.

Then Malibu appeared. From a notch in a towering oak, the little swift cracked his drowsy eyes open, caught the gaze of the frozen felmark, and swooped down to land on his shoulder. For a long while they stared at each other, before Sverre sat and let all of the stress of the last few days drain out of him. Relaxing against his new partner, Malibu shut his eyes again and resumed sleeping; for all intents and purposes he should have migrated, but had stayed behind for some inexplicable reason. Now that he had Sverre, he understood why he had felt inclined to stay behind.

{Glitching Out}

His teacher was atrocious. More often than not, Sverre was terrified of leaving home with her for training. Every day she treated him like dirt, criticising him ruthlessly and putting effort into being as caustic as possible. It steadily whittled away at his self-esteem, though her teachings were top quality and he became commendable in his trade. Her praise was rare and, when she did offer it, it was riddled with bitter advice. At the same time, though, she was exercising a strict paradigm onto him, and Sverre never doubted his place in his Court; a loyal piece to be played as his Noble saw fit.

Some days he came home looking worse off than when he'd left that morning. Any details about their training were scarce and, occasionally, inconsistent. From the nervous way he would react to questions, he clearly had no interest in talking about their sessions. Perhaps this would indicate that he knew she was mistreating him, or at least doing something wrong, but still he refused to divulge information or even ask for help. If anything, it would seem like he didn't think he needed it.

When she died, it was a surprise to see him grieve her. It was an awkward mourning, and when he wept it was silent and his expression was torn between devastated and blank. Thankfully he was near the end of his training and the time spent with his new teacher was short. The older tom-cat was uncomfortable by the arrangement, knowing he was expected to comfort the student but not knowing how to. In the end, he also had very little to teach Sverre that his late mentor hadn't already covered, and he wound up graduating having learned very little from his second teacher.

{Drifting Out On Clouds}

It didn't take long for Sverre to withdraw into himself. Most days, he'll spend his time wandering the territory alone, hunting for prey to bring back. It's thought that he prefers the company of his familiar over cats, but the truth is, Sverre and Malibu don't talk all that often when they're alone. Their relationship relies more on empathy and silent communication, primarily because Sverre is so very reserved with his deeper feelings. In an odd way, over their time together, Malibu has come to accept Sverre; not in that he knows all there is to know about him, or that there are things about Sverre that he may not like-- he honestly doesn't know all that much about Sverre-- but more that they're bound to each other in more than obligation, and would stand by the other in any situation.

It's weird, though, because sometimes Malibu will learn something new about Sverre that he didn't know before and, honestly, sometimes those new things are really significant and they'll startle the heck outta Malibu. He might even give Sverre a hard time, but it's all in play, and Sverre will often respond to his familiar's heckling with a faintly weary but fond smile.

They're a peculiar pair.

Familiar:

Name: Malibu

Age: 2 years

Gender: Male

Species: Andean Swift

Personality:

{Calm | Sarcastic | Intolerant | Enthusiastic}

{Lazy} Malibu spends most of his time perched on Sverre's shoulder, riding the felmark and dozing. If he's awake, he's probably kind of sleepy; seriously, he could sleep for days. Otherwise, though, this can be a beneficial trait, because it means he's relatively calm. This is a state where he is level-headed and relaxed. With this mindset, he's a decent tactician and can come up with some surprisingly good ideas (which he normally forgets about when he's wide awake).

{Sarcastic} Don't even get him started. Malibu uses sarcasm like a second language; to criticise, to offend, to scold, to make a point, to make a joke. Sometimes it can come off as rude, but other times it can be pretty funny if he's trying hard enough (he tries pretty hard, he likes to make others laugh with it). He's a witty sort, and even when he's silent, he's very expressive; idneed, his exasperation can be portrayed with gestures and looks just as plainly as with words. Really, though, he doesn't seem as reluctant to speak with other felmark as most familiars would be; Malibu rarely cares if someone thinks he's rude or impolite, and if he makes a friend, all the better.

{Intolerant} For the most part, it's his way or the highway. Beyond that, though, Malibu has a very strict set of ideals. Since it's a short list, he's extremely abraisive towards anyone who'd encroach on his ethic rules. He'll be downright cruel towards those he thinks deserve it. Because of this, he can hold quite the grudge, though he isn't against giving second chances. In the end, it depends on the severity of their sin, but Malibu is nothing but fair (at least, in his own mind that's how it is).

{Enthusiastic} A strategy, a plan, a game, a mission - whatever it is, he'll be pumped. It's when they're doing something that will wake Malibu up and get him moving around like nothing else. If it's something like hooking two felmarks up on a date, or figuring out a new way to capture prey, it realyl doesn't matter; Malibu likes having a course of action in front of him, and he'll tackle it with all of his energy.

Trivia:

Voice Actor: N/a

Theme(s):

N/a

"Name"

Sexuality: N/a

Quirks: Talks to himself

Conditions: Synesthesia (Chromesthesia)

Favorites:

Sound: Silence

Colour: Brown

Food: Rabbit

Facts:
-Bright colours make him nervous.

-Very happy to have been born with Summer horns.

-Masochistic.

-Occasionally calls his familiar Mali.
Tropes:

-TBA

Relationships
Dead
Fear
Dislike
Neutral
Fond
Friend???
Crush???????
Family

Summer Court

/ ??? - Brother (Open)
N/a

/ ??? - Sister (Open)
N/a

Autumn Court

:bullet:/:bullet: ??? - ???
N/a

Winter Court

:bullet:/:bullet: ??? - ???
N/a

Spring Court

:bullet:/:bullet: ??? - ???
N/a

Roleplay Status
/ /

Timezone: EST

Skype (Sycophantism)
Chat
Notes

Sverre is © Sycophantism

Art is © roshambxo