[jaega's] character log

[[jaega's] agony.x]

[deceased] charries.//
none

[living charries.//
-- Jaega . Leader of the Scarlet Shadows
-- Dragg . Novice of the Black Mauraders
-- Gnar . Novice of the Golden Mavericks

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[N a m e] Jaega

1 year and 11 months

[G e n d e r She-cat

[R a n k] Leader

[T r i b e] Scarlet Shadows

[S h o r t D e s c r i p t i o n a deep gray she-cat with stunning violet eyes

Jaega is not like any other cat; she seems to take the appearance of a small wild cat, due mainly to her heritage. She is broad at the shoulders, but slimmer near the torso. Her limbs are longer than most, and quite frail; it seems as though they are twigs that could break any second. But in truth she is very, very strong, as it is seen in her ripping muscles. Her pelt is a deep gray, almost black. Although it is hardly noticeable, there are tabby streaks all along her back. Her underfur is the color of ashen marble, but only seen when ruffled by the wind and when wet. Her eyes are stunning and remarkeable as well, probably the best feature about her. They are the color of the sky in the early morning, just as the sun peaks over the horizon: a deep, endless violet. Deep within her eyes are secrets and mysteries untold, and for this they are clouded with partial blindness.

There is no doubt that Jaega is a good leader, but her being a perfect cat is somewhat questionable. Even as a kit there was a certain darkness around her. She wouldn't play like normal kits or socialize with tribe members. Instead she found interest in watching her fellows, learning, but never questioning. She learned that blood is the only way to end things; she learned to be a killer. When she was older, she wasted no time and fought bravely on several occasions to prove herself. It only showed her determinedness, eagerness and pride. She is a very jealous cat, even though she never truly learned to love properly. She is seductive and knows how to get what she wants. She is not fond of kits and those younger than herself, for she doesn't have time for them and she finds them nothing but annoying lumps of fur. It was all these things combined that made her what she was.

[H i s t o r y] She was born in a place far away, in a forest that she barely even remembered. It had been night and awfully cold. Her mother gave birth on the snow laden ground, unable to find proper shelter. Because of this, the four of five kits born were killed after. Jaega was the only survivor. After that, her mother took her away from the forest and found what was of the Scarlet Shadows. Not used to such a life, her mother left her in the care of a nursing queen and ran away. She grew up a lonely life without any true family. She didn't bother with her foster siblings, and barely with her fellows either. While other kits played, she studied at a distance, learning all she could about the tribe way of life.

She grew quickly, and adjusted finally to her new home. She found an allie in a cat named Quirk, and they busied themselves with fighting and practicing for battles. While she never really loved Quirk as a mate, she was deeply saddened after their first battle and he run away. Because of the tribe rules, he was killed. This only made her stronger for her thrist for leadership. It finally came one day, and she was named leader.

[L i n e a g e s]
[d a m] Yvonne; deceased
Ghal; deceased
4 unnnamed; deceased
[o t h e r] None

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[N a m e] Dragg

8 months

[G e n d e r] Tom

[R a n k] Novice

[T r i b e] Golden Mavericks

[S h o r t D e s c r i p t i o n an amber tabby tom with soft brown eyes

Dragg is an ordinary tom; if in a crowd, he would blend in and be unnoticed. He is small for his age, and for his gender, but he makes it up in a larger than life personality. He is slim in the shoulders, but just a tad pudgy in the belly. He has slender legs, but this is normal for a cat his age. Dragg's pelt is the color of deep amber, with thick white tabby marks running all the way down his back. His underfur is a soft cream; this color is also seen around his muzzle and his paws. His tail is shorter than most, and slightly bent. His eyes are a round shape, and are the color of autumn leaves; brown near the center, with the outside edges a dark emerald with golden flecks.

Dragg has a personality that could make even the most moody cat be happy again. He always looks on the bright side of things, even when they aren't bright at all. He is almost never unhappy; when he is, it only takes a second or two to snap out of it and be his happy self again. He is very loving, and often mistaken as a she-cat. He loves kits and any cat younger than himself; in fact he loves just about everyone. He doesn't really have any enemies, and he would rather make peace than spill blood. He is very loyal to his tribe, and to his religion.

[H i s t o r y] Dragg was always a Golden Maverick. His parents were both loyal felines who had a fairy tale romance. He was born in the spring in the camp nursery, along with one other sibling: a tom named Gnar. Gnar and Dragg were brothers, but were as opposite as day and night. Dragg was the light, and always happy and cheerful; Gnar was the darkness, and always longed for blood. The family's happiness began to fade away when Gnar ran away to join the Black Marauders; then their father died. Even as a kit Dragg had a stressful kithood, but he always kept a positive outlook on life, even going into his training as a novice.

[L i n e a g e s]
[d a m] Opal (deceased)
Mavik (deceased)
Gnar
[o t h e r] None

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[N a m e] Gnar

8 months

[G e n d e r Tom

[R a n k] Novice

[T r i b e] Black Mauraders

[S h o r t D e s c r i p t i o n a pure black tom with green eyes

Gnar can be described in one word: darkness. Everything about him is dark, even in his appearance. He wears a deep black pelt like the shadows of the nights, with only a single white whisker. He is slim everywhere, and short for a tom; but this is made up by his large paws, and equally as large claws. His eyes are the color of the grass, but darker. Near the center there are flecks of gold, brown and even a tiny shape of black.

Gnar is just the opposite of his bother, Dragg. He is dark in every way possible. He finds all others to just be pawns in the game of life, all of which will eventually fall to death. He believes he is immortal, when really he is just ignorant of death. He seems not to be scared of anything, but really he is; he just doesn't want to look weak. He would rather fight and spill blood than make peace. In truth he is a killer, just waiting to reveal himself. Loyalties? He is loyal only to himself, and loves nothing but himself.

[H i s t o r y] --see Dragg--

[L i n e a g e s]
[d a m] Opal (deceased)
Mavik (deceased)
Dragg
[o t h e r] None

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