[she wolf warrior]

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[BlueRocketMouse]

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Name: Erin
Gender: Female
Age: 9 Years
Birthday: November 3rd
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"H—lo? —e—lo? Is th—s th——g wo—king? Hm, wh—t's t—is but——n do?"
Bzzt.
"Hellooo? Oh, I think it's on now. Hiya everybody! My name's Erin, and this is my...well, I guess you could call it a diary. Don't worry, I won't talk about boring stuff like my deepest, darkest secrets. This isn't that kind of diary. This is gonna be a cool diary, with lots of adventure and fighting monsters and stuff!..Maybe... I dunno, I'm still working on it. But I found this old camera and I couldn't not do something with it, you know? The cool part's for sure gonna be true though! Um, but that's all for now. I gotta get going, don't want anyone to catch me here. See ya!"

Voice:
Erin's voice is somewhat lower than one might expect, but still distinctly feminine. It has a nasally quality to it, though wouldn't necessarily be described as unpleasant. Those who listen closely will notice she speaks with a faint Scottish lilt. Her preferred typing color is #4040BF.

Size:
Erin is a pretty average size for a Hazard of her age, sitting at about 4 and a half inches. She's fairly lean and scrawny, but has recently started to put on some stomach pudge.

Abilities:
Erin has not yet discovered her third eye power, mostly because her unique grate takes up the bulk of her attention. Learning to control it has been a long process that she still has not quite gotten the hang of. To those who don't mind a crude comparison (and also to those who do), Erin usually describes it as a burp. She can force one to fire at will, but if another one wants to come out there isn't much she can do to stop it. The intensity of the bursts themselves can range anywhere from a few colorful sparks to full blown firecrackers.


Accessories:
Hat:
Temperatures in Erin's hometown often often reached bone chilling lows, making warm clothes a necessity. Though Erin's fur sheltered her from the cold, her family gave her a warm winter hat to protect her ears. Erin immediately negated the purpose by cutting two holes for them because, while she loved the hat, she hated covering her ears.

Jacket:
Erin's denim jacket came from a local thrift store. It was clearly aged, faded, and missing all of its buttons, yet she quickly grew attached to it anyway. Having been designed with a human in mind, it doesn't quite fit her, but she still likes carrying it around with her. She will typically use it as a blanket or pillow.

Necklace:
Ever since she was little, Erin had an adoration for jewelry. She would've given almost anything to own just one piece, but with her family's meager income she knew they could never afford it. Not one to be so easily deterred, Erin decided to improvise. She took an ordinary piece of string and looped it loosely around her neck. In lieu of a pendant, she tied the string into a bow and set it to the front, proud of her handiwork.

Personality:
The best metaphor for Erin's personality would without question be a spectacular fireworks show.

Lively, animated, and constantly bursting at the seams with energy, Erin is a tough girl to keep still. That energy isn't always channeled into the most productive activities either. She's a kit who certainly acts her age, not quite having grown out the phase where mischief and shenanigans are a prime source of entertainment. Depending on an individual's patience, Erin's playfulness is either mildly amusing or markedly annoying with very little in between. She's not shy about asking others to play a game with her, nor about begging if they say no. Why should she be? The alternative—spending a boring evening by herself—is much worse in her eyes. A social butterfly, Erin thrives on interaction. Though her tight-knit inner circle is the major exception to this rule, Erin generally prefers lots of fast friendships as opposed to a handful of extremely close ones. This stems partially from her nomadic lifestyle, but it also has to do with Erin's short attention span. Things can grow stale and uninteresting relatively fast for her, so meeting new people keeps things fresh. It's an opportunity that comes up rarely, but she takes it where she can...even if she has to go out and knock on opportunity's door herself.

You'd be hard pressed to find someone who can tie a Hazard like Erin down. Bright and buoyant, there's no place she'd prefer to go than up up up into the stars. An idealist at best and a romantic at worst, Erin sees the world through a rose-colored lens where every situation must lead to good things. For a cat whose entire existence is a secret, she's surprisingly quick to trust. She may not tell people every facet about her life in the band of misfits (after all, it's fun to be an enigma) but she has no qualms about letting others approach her. In fact, it's a thrilling prospect for her, enough that she will often sneak herself away from camp if there's a town nearby. Of course, by doing so Erin risks having the group discovered faster, something they would hardly approve of. Despite this knowledge, Erin can't resist the allure of becoming "mysterious visiting stranger" for a night. Her double life is one of the few secrets she does keep from the group. Nothing bad has come from it, so why give the others an excuse to worry? To say impulse rules her judgement would not be incorrect. Her actions are spontaneous, often a result of sudden inspiration that hasn't been fully thought out.

Don't mistake Erin's boldness for selfishness. Despite all her flaws, the one thing you can be sure of is that Erin acts with the best of intentions. Nothing would make her happier than to help others. Her biggest wish is to be the shining star everyone can look up to, and come away feeling like their hope has been renewed. Erin also likes to play the role of leader. Though no cat would (understandably) be likely to give such a young kit any real leadership, pretending is something most children are very good at. Unsurprisingly, Erin likes to think herself perfectly strong and independent. Even less surprising, she's not always right in this assumption. Credit should be given where it's due—Erin did survive on her own decently well for a while, however it's not an arrangement that probably would've worked out for her in the long run. That silly hypothetical isn't something that she lets stand in her way though. Erin chimes in her own ideas and opinions whenever possible, regardless of whether anyone was looking for it or not. Sometimes they're good, most of the time they're bad, but nonetheless she's pleased to feel like she's actually contributing valuable knowledge to the group. For such an irresponsible cat, she takes a lot of responsibility (sure, most of it's in her mind, but hey, it's something).

The Grate:
Erin is extremely fond of her grate's ability. Though the fireworks can be quite loud, she doesn't mind at all. It's more like the opposite actually; she's easily entertained by watching others jump at the sound of a sudden burst. Erin can control when they fire to an extent, but they're still unpredictable and prone to going off at any time without warning. Unfortunately, this combined with the fireworks' volume means Erin will sometimes unwittingly bring attention to their camp, resulting in the group needing to move more often. Some of the other Hazards, of course, don't care for this very much. Erin will shrug it off with a sheepish grin and a hastily murmured "sorry". Though the guilt will well up in her from time to time, as long as no one gets hurt she doesn't see it as a big deal.

Relationships:
Erin met with the group by chance while traveling, several weeks after she had left her home. Normally, she would only stick with fellow travellers for a day or two before parting ways but there was something intriguing about these Hazards. Aside from their obvious physical characteristics, Erin felt strangely safe with them. She had no real idea as to where she wanted to go, so she decided to stay with them for the time being.

Poor #1 probably gets the brunt of Erin's pranks. For some reason, she finds the way their thick mane of hair stands on edge when they're startled immensely funny. #1 doesn't much care for this, but unfortunately there isn't much they can say that will convince Erin to stop.

Skyla doesn't interact as much with the other group members, so Erin doesn't know her too well. What she does know Skyla as, however, is her favorite prank buddy. The two of them share a fondness for giving others a little scare every once in a while. Erin looks to Skyla whenever she has big plans in store for the others.

Erin is quite fond of #3. The cloak they wear all the time makes them seem so mysterious; even more mysterious than Erin generally considers the group as a whole to be. She hovers around them a lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of their screen. Her success rates are questionable.

Erin doesn't always get along well with #4, but she can never imagine why. It could be a result of her lack of tact combined with her intrusive questions, or perhaps they just don't mesh well. Even so, Erin thinks #4 is one of the most interesting Hazards she's met and would be upset to hurt their feelings.

Relationships may be changed if need be after the contest. I just wanted to write something down for all of them even though I only had one partner.

[whisky]

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Username: whisky.
Number: 2.
Name: Calphie.
Sex: Female.
Age: 4 years.
Relation to the others: She feels as if she is their protector and their predictor. We know, of course, that she cannot predict the future, but the group tends to just let her think she can. Calphie is, however, good at spotting danger from far away and is the group's eye when relocation is needed. Since she's been known to be a little delusional at times, there have been times that she sees a danger that isn't actually there, and will often convince the group to relocate even though there is no real danger at all. Calphie tries to get the group safe and be their protector, but she's actually too small to do any real damage. The group lets her have her fun, anyway. The group is nothing but a group of friends, but she sure feels like they're family.
Odd Habits: She has an odd obsession with collecting rocks, building a nest with them, and sleeping in the middle of them all. It doesn't really appear all that comfortable, but she seems pretty content with it. She likes to gather the group around a stump and convince them if they'll look for some rocks then she'll tell them a story, and it usually works, for the most part.
Personality:
Calphie's personality was written by herself from her perspective.
I really hope you enjoy her personality. I (she!) worked very hard on it!
She also tried not to make it too long.. ; - ;

Values.
Respect
Safety / The known
Reputation
Honesty
Confidence

Stresses.
Change
Loneliness
Uncertainty
Sneakiness / Lying
Embarrassment



Drives.

Tolerant/Open-Minded
One of my finest qualities I feel is that I am incredibly open to other lines of thought, and as long as it doesn’t cause harm to others I am quite tolerant to the differences that exist between people. I love learning about others and their cultures, their lives, and their interests. I will always be willing to accept the practices of others, if they are willing to do the same for myself.

Silly/Playful
I enjoy making my friends entertained. I tend to be open with my emotions and I enjoy using them to comedic effect and my reactions are generally used to make others laugh and engage with me. I also tend to be physically affectionate with friends; I will punch, sit on, or ‘play mean’ with them. I also enjoy dry humor and random humor, and my number one arsenal is using references to great effect.

Procrastinator/Slow-To-Start
I tend to have large dreams and I am prone to ambition, but only if it’s on my own time. I can be incredibly slow to start up my day, though as long as I get my internal “must dos” done before bedtime, I am usually not “itchy” and feeling as if I could have done more. However, my “want to do” list usually outweighs my “must do” list, and the latter is usually the one that gets done first. My self-motivation(or lack thereof), impatience, poor planning memory, plus my high levels of “easily distracted” make me a terrible worker at times. Despite this, I still manage to yell at myself soon enough to get everything I need done exactly when it needs to be done.

Honest/Straightforward
I speak my mind; it’s almost an innate reflex. It's close to impossible for me to be manipulative; I'm just far too obtuse. The best I can accomplish is “lying by omission” but hardly ever does even that work. If I feel something needs to be said, I will find a way to work it into conversation, and if I can’t do that, it will certainly be stated before I miss an opportunity to say it.

Emotionally Open
While I am far from crying on command, I do consider myself emotionally open and fairly expressive. When in the mood for feeling sociable, I open up like a book and my word-to-brain filter can escape me. I am also open to hearing the emotions of others and listening to their issues and problems. If I need to cry or get out negative emotions, however, I tend to do so privately, despite how energetic I can be with my more positive feelings. I enjoy sharing how I feel at any given time with close friends.

Kind-Hearted
I can be rough and brash at times, but I like to think my heart is in the right place. I know I come off as harsh(a side effect of my honesty), but most people know I don’t truly wish horrid things on people or things. I absolutely detest public humiliation and degradation(makes me physically ill, ugh), and I am a strong supporter of equality. When it comes down to it, I just really want everyone to be treated fairly. I do not think death is a strong answer to a problem.

Tactless/Naive
I have a bad habit of showing off my social ineptitude in public at times, enough that socially savvy people would be outright embarrassed by my actions. I may be comfortable in social situations but I still miss all the many subtleties of what is expected of me by society. I sometimes come off harsher or more “disrespectful” than I should. Because of my honesty, I tend to speak my mind and I may not realize just how awkward I make people feel until after the fact. This lack of brain-to-mouth filter has caused people to consider me either naive or tactless(or both), and I can’t say I particularly blame them.

Curious
I just gotta know stuff, okay? I don’t always pass information off unless I have need to, but I really just wanna know... stuff. All kinds of stuff. I will immerse myself in stupid things that catch my interest, I want to know all about a character in a novel, I have to figure out the puzzle, I wanna know how an artist creates the way they do, I want to know about all my friends interesting relationships and going-ons. My insatiability knows no bounds, and my curiosity has gotten me into trouble more than once. But if it’s a secret, you’ll be sure it’ll die with me (because I know it and nobody else does, and that’s half the fun of knowing, hehehe).

Traits Breakdown.

Sociability

↳ Focus

Instead of multitasking, I target my attention. If I really want to hear something, or see something, I can't be distracted or else I struggle. I am focused on what is happening around me, especially people. I want to be dominant in social circles. That is why I am so aware of the people I am talking to. I want people to focus on me. Most of my thoughts are about what's going on around me, but I can drift off if I'm not involved. If a topic changes, and I can't join in, I'll retreat to my imagination for like, two minutes. Very rarely do I daydream, and when I do it's about what's going on around me.
↳ Gregariousness

I don't socialize as much as I want. I don't know why. I really enjoy conversation, and being around people. When I go outside, I want to be the best I can be. I want everyone to recognize me. Unless I have motivation, or a group of people who want me there, or really encourage me to join them, I flake out. Yet, when I do go, I have the time of my life and am the happiest. I usually hang out with three or four people at once. I love being in a group of four. The bigger than group, the less attention I'm likely to get. Which sucks, because I love being around people. I am much more confident with other people than I am alone. This goes for being alone in a crowd.

↳ Intrapersonal

I'm fascinated with other people and love them. But my knowledge of this makes me back off from others for fear of weirding them out. I think I come across as cold sometimes – but when I do usually it's because I'm so excited to even be near this person. If I'm comfortable or close with a person I let loose a little bit, and can be pretty chill and relaxed. If I like the person, I don't need a lot of space – but if it's someone I'm not fond of I don't like being near them. This may sound weird, but I love physical contact. I don't get it very often, because I think unconsciously I keep people from touching me. I'm afraid to hug anyone because I think that they'll think it's weird, but I really do love hugs. I think most people think I don't. But it's such an amazing feeling when someone pats me on the back or hugs me and I'm just sitting there like “Wow, this person is alive, too.” It makes me feel privileged, in a way. I don't usually relate to anyone, and if I do, I feel drawn to that person. Usually though I try not to bother anyone.
↳ Attachment Style

I wish I wasen't, but I know that i'm very clingy. I try not to be, but it just sorta happens. But the thing is, i'm only clingy with my siblings. Everyone else could just move away for all I care. I try to float around with no strings attached, kinda like a balloon, you know? Just floating around where ever they please. It sounds nice. I guess I could relate to that, in a way. I may leave to enjoy the wonders of the world frequently, but I always come back to my home, but only for my siblings. I don't know where i'd be without them. Probably some place in Alaska or some other off the wall place.

Hierarchy

↳ Trust

I don't know anymore, what even is trust? It depends so much on the person and my interpretation of them. Maybe I am really unsettled here, or just don't know yet. There have been a couple people who I instantly trusted. About two people who within meeting them, I decided "yup, I would jump off a cliff with them because they'd protect me." That's really rare, but I'd do probably do anything these people asked of me. Even if it made me uncomfortable, I trust these people. All they have to say is, "don't you trust me" and I'm like "fine okay lol let me do it hold on". I don't know. These people are usually older than me, more dominant, proven themselves. This doesn't mean I'd accept to rob a house to join a gang or anything, and when people say "you can tell me" I'm 100% sure I can't. Like what, let me be in charge of that decision.
↳ Compliance

I'm probably not going to do what you want, and I think people get that vibe because no one asks me. I can be guilted into it, if you have authority over me. If I think I'll gain something from it, whether that be reputation, respect, knowledge. If I have slight motivation. If I don't agree with their wishes, there is no way I'm doing it. I don't generally comply. I don't give in to peer pressure, because my peers mean nothing. If I really want to impress you, or deep down I know it's best, it'll take a little bit of a push to get me going. As long as I'm doing more good than bad.
↳ Modesty

I'm not modest. I actually think modesty is pretty stupid, because half the time you know the person agrees with your compliment. I wouldn't say it's rude, but when someone denies your opinion, it can be taken two ways. One, they want you to compliment them again. Or two, they honestly don't give two s*** that you think they're really cool. If worst comes to worst, I just return the compliment.
↳ Assertiveness

I think I've made my assertiveness pretty clear by now. If not, I'm assertive. Really assertive. It is important to me, as a part of gaining respect and authority. I'm extremely possessive over people, but not objects. I want everything I own to be treated with care, but mostly to prove that I am important, and therefore my things are important. If I meet a stranger who already treats me really well and lovingly, I don't have any reason to be aggressive. I don't fight just to show I can, or to make everyone uncomfortable. I just don't avoid it. I kind of appreciate it.
↳ Tradition

I like habits. I don't like change. I really don't like change. I am not adaptable, hardly. Traditions are good for me, as long as I like them. I like having a routine. Other people and their traditions are fine, for them. My view on my own personal habits don't change, unless for convenience. I do judge people for their traditions, on some level. It doesn't make or break a friendship though. I don't hide my weird little rituals, because they're just that, mine. I'm not hurting anyone, and as long as people leave me alone with them, we're totally good.
↳ Asthetics

I care about my own physical appearance. I don't like to leave the house without looking in the mirror 9,000 times. I want to make sure others view me the way I want to be viewed. The physical appearance of my friends don't matter as much, but I I want to have confident friends. I am a aesthetically-orientated individual. I judge a book based on the cover. You never know who you're going to run into, so I want to feel confident and attractive.

Relational

↳ Sensitivity and Anxiety

I'm only sensitive when people I really respect put me down. Though I do get aggravated when people try. If someone insults something I own, or who I am purposely, I instantly get a little sour and return the comment with something equally nasty or sarcastic. This is because I want them to feel lesser and regret the statement. I don't display my sensitivity often. If I did take offense to something, I'll keep it under wraps until I can talk to someone trustworthy about it. I panic easily. Mostly it's caused by uncertainty, or afraid of embarrassing myself. If I'm doing something for the first time I get anxious. I start thinking very quickly and become overly sensitive to my surroundings. I don't show my nerves. If I'm feeling anxious, I act overly confident and unfazed and hope it's over soon. If I know there are people around me, and I'm feeling terrified, I instantly default into being a billy badbutt and acting untouchable. I get stressed a far amount. Most of the time it's caused by my lack of responsibly. When I'm stressed I cry and turn to others to socialize about it. If too much is going on, I get really upset. I can't stand too many things going on. I get overwhelmed easily.
↳ Egocentricity

I'd like to think that I don't have much of an ego. I'm not the brightest, and I openly accept it. Just like other things, really. I'm open to almost anything, perhaps a little too open at times, but this allows me to have a stable, positive view of myself. As stated, I may not be the brightest, but at least I have enough sense to appreciate what level of intelligence I do have. I could be sitting around on my bum all day whining about it. By keeping a positive viewpoint on myself, it's a little easier to view others in a positive way as well. I try not to judge someone by how they appear the first time I meet them, but instead usually the second or third. My problem is that I have a habit of running from my problems, it's part of the reason why I travel. Yeah, I know. It's not all that bright.
↳ Straight Forwardness and Manipulation

I'm straightforward. If I try and get my way, and don't, I very rarely try and manipulate the situation. I find that coming right out and saying it takes the other person by surprise, and you're more likely to get your way. It takes less time and planning, and I find less difficult. This doesn't change. It doesn't matter who the person is, or the situation. I'm much more likely to be blunt about my needs and wants. I'm also a firm believer in, "It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission."

Emotionality

↳ Hostility

Being hostile is my go-to emotion. Feeling like crap? Get hostile. In an awkward position? Get hostile. Extremely uncomfortable and feeling unsafe? Get hostile. I get irritated easily, and instead of repressing it, I get slightly confrontational and bold.
↳ Optimism

I'm fairly optimistic, though I wouldn't call myself an optimist. I don't think I fit in under any of the three titles: an optimist, pessimist, or a realist, because it totally depends. If it's something I'm nervous or unsure about, based on my own life, I'm much more likely to be pessimistic. If it's something about someone else, I'm much more likely to be a realist. If I'm having a good day, then I'm more likely to be optimistic. In general, I don't see myself being one more than another. It all depends on my mood and history. I'm not very helpful, though. I don't mind helping others, as long as I don't have to go out of my way. If I really want to go above and beyond and gain respect, I'll help someone. It's more for my reputation than theirs. I don't take pleasure in helping someone, because of their success. I take pleasure because what it does for me, on my side of the spectrum. If I'm helping a family member out and gain nothing from it, it becomes a chore, not a delightful experience because it makes them happy.
↳ Self-confidence

am more self confident than not. I believe strongly in my abilities. I have no problem speaking to other people, or standing in front of a crowd. It's just, I lose my confidence if I'm alone for too long. I like expressing myself to other people. I am willing to seem bold and self-assured in public. I love being acknowledged and admired. There are few things that really impact my confidence negatively.
Experience

↳ Impulsiveness

I don't plan often. I do things instantly, in the moment. I am very impulsive. I do things based on what I think is correct. I go head first into whatever I'm dealing with, instead of thinking it through. I'm impatient too.
↳ Awareness

I would say that I am highly aware of the environment around me. I generally notice others in a room before me, and it is hard to sneak up on and startle me because I’m already aware of the person or just unperturbed by their presence. On the flipside though, I can effectively scare others, and will do so on occasion to much internal glee. I also tend to notice if things are out of place, if pictures are eskew, or if things need straightened up slightly. I also spend a lot of time exploring a new places and getting to know the layout of a building due to my curiosity, so I am not afraid of wandering off and getting “lost”.

Work Ethic

↳ Orderliness

I'm a mess. I don't organize anything. I find it easier just to create a mess, and look for the things you need. I'm no good at internal orderliness or external. I procrastinate way too much. I'll often pretend like I don't even have a project, and cry about it later when it's due. Sometimes I never accomplish it. I work in bursts. When I get motivation, I get it really hard and do everything at once. Then I sit on my butt and hope my fairy godmother will finally show up like in Cinderella.
↳ Dutifulness & Achievement Striving

Ugh. I have no sense of responsibility. It does change on who I am around. If I really want to impress someone, I'll have a sense of duty and be conscious of what I'm doing. If not, I don't do anything. I leave cupboards open. I throw my stuff all over the place. If I'm clearly in charge, I'll step up, but if I know someone has more authority over me and is willingly to clean up after me, why wouldn't I? I have goals and I strive towards them, and if I get at least a little bit closer to that goal every day, well at least I didn’t totally waste away another 24 hours. I know that if I keep working forward bit by bit, I will eventually get there, so while I do strive to my achievements and I keep my goals in mind, I can still procrastinate on them because I have 24 hours, and I need to check some things before I get moving on with my day. If daily goals and times are not set for myself, I cannot be trusted to even consider keeping them.
↳ Self-discipline & Decision Making

If it's something I want long term, I'll slowly lose motivation. This does depend on the situation and who I am around. If it's someone I want to impress, I'm more likely to keep motivated. I am my own worst enemy, but I am so used to nudging myself these days that it can have little-to-no effect unless I metaphorically-or-literally get off my ass and pep-talk myself out of procrastinating on work. Outside of these kinds of moments, my self-discipline is buried under my self-indulgence and my interests, and there it will sit for hours before trying to rear its big ugly head at me again. Even amongst all the opposition and barriers, however, I still somehow manage to complete some of my predetermined tasks for the day; if not, well, there’s always tomorrow.

❝ . . . M a y b e --s o m e --d a y --w e ' l l -- f i n d --t h e --p l a c e --w h e r e --o u r --d r e a m s --a n d --r e a l i t y --c o l l i d e . ❞

[snorplo]

Username: Lightningloon12
Number: 2
Name: Chiaa
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Personality: Chiaa is a tough cat in a tiny body. Yes she is scared of a lot of stuff, but she learns to be brave. She is rude to most cats bigger then her. They ignore her huge wings. Some cats even think she is a huge bat! She has a few friends but she likes to stay in her cave. She likes bats, dawn, and cats smaller or the same size of her. She dislikes birds, bright colors or lights, and cats bigger then her.
Relation to the others: Cat 1: Chiaa is afraid of him/her because of the liquid coming out of it's mouth. She doesn't talk to him/her at all.
Cat 3: Chiaa thinks he/she is pretty nice. She likes him/her because they are almost the same size. Chiaa likes his/her cloak.
Cat 4: Chiaa thinks he/she looks like an ant. Chiaa thinks ants are cool but they always go on her fur and food.
Cat 5: Chiaa doesn't hate him/her but the steam coming from the grate is annoying to her because of the bright colors.

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Number 4

Username
coradrawa
Song
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Name
Korgn
Gender
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Quote
You were lucky enough to
be different
Don't try to be like
everyone else
-???-

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Of Fear
-Jack Canfield-

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Third eye power
Korgn is able to talk and listen to nature. Okay, I know it sounds weird but allow me to explain. Others may think Korgn is crazy, but his power allows him to have a conversation with the sea or perhaps hear stories from an ancient oak. This power is strange and at times Korgn does feel a bit weird and embarrassed when someone catches him using his power.

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Korgn is a skittish hazard who is easily frightened. He is shy of others and his slightly paranoid personality means he usually warns others not to do something and goes off lecturing about all the terrible things that could happen.
Apart from this Korgn adores a good story. Usually this helps him settle down if scared, and sometimes if he is scared he tries to make up his own story to calm him down, but they aren't good and usually have a bad ending...which makes him even more scared.
He is also self-conscious about his appearance as he considers himself an alien due to it. If someone is harsh to him and says something about his appearance, he might say "I'm from the same planet as you" or something similar, due to him believing everyone views him as an alien and a mutant.

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Likes
Nature
Friends
Marshmallows
Bunnies (fave animal)
Stories

Dislikes
Strangers
Being scared
Horror stories
Roofed Forests/Caves/Wastelands
Crocodiles(terrified him)

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Relationship to the others

Majele
Majele and Korgn have a bit
of a 'hate love' relationship.
At times the two are very close
and get along well, and other
times...not so good.
For Korgn it is like walking
on thin ice. One little
slip-up and he plunges into
icy waters.
However Korgn is slightly
envious of Majele due to
his 'leadership' attitude,
which Korgn knows he
might never have.

Cornea
Korgn flat out finds Cornea
annoying. He is usually the
subject of Cornea's pranks,
which greatly distresses the
poor fella, and he never knows
that Cornea will do next.
Due to this, Korgn tries to
keep a close eye on Cornea in
hopes of catching him setting up
a prank. Though sometimes that
causes Korgn to accidentally fall
into a prank.

Lunesetra
Lunesetra and Korgn have a
'big sister' kind of relationship,
with Lunesetra being the big
sister. Korgn looks up to
Lunesetra yet is jealous
of how she can act so calm
in the worst of any
situations.
Korgn also likes it when
Lunesetra sings as he finds
it calms him down almost as
much as a story.



Hinoko
Hinoko and Korgn's relationship
is a close one.
However, due to Hinoko's
fireworks they are slightly stiff
around each other and Korgn
refuses to sleep next to
Hinoko in case a firework does
go off.
Apart from that, Korgn finds
some of Hinoko's pranks
amusing, unless of course Korgn's
paranoia takes over and he thinks
the pranks are to dangerous.

Quote
Friendship is
A single soul
Living in
Two bodies
-Aristotle-










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Good friends are
Like Stars
You can't always see
Them
But you know they
Are always there
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History
Dorgn had a...strange childhood. When he was born his mother and father quickly noticed his oddities, both of them seeming to be normal cats. His father, being extremely superstitious and deeply believing about aliens, claimed their son was not their son but in fact an alien parasite. His mother brushed it off and unconditionally loved Dorgn anyway, despite her mate's warnings.
Then, when Dorgn was only 2 weeks old, his father took him in the middle of the night. His father wrapped him up in a warm blanket, put him in a picnic basket with a note. Then left him outside an orphanage far away from his home.
After this, Dorgn was brought up in the orphanage and never adopted due to his alien-like appearance. Now, when Dorgn was a child he was extremely clumsy and this started off his worried nature and paranoia, due to him not wishing to be so clumsy and keep himself safe. In fact, at one time, his worry and paranoia grew so huge he locked himself in his room (kicking his room mate out in the process) and hid under all the blankets and pillows, only leaving to eat. Eventually he calmed down and his life went on as normal.
Then one day, when he was almost a teen, a strange pair of cats showed up claiming to be his mother and father. They explained how his father had stupidly abandoned him here and they wanted him back. Dorgn however, was extremely suspicious. He had zero memories of his parents (due to him being so young at the time) and he failed to see any similarities with the two cats claiming to be family.
Dorgn refused to talk to the cats because of this suspicion, and his paranoia telling him they were kidnappers and fakers. However these cats kept coming, trying to bring Dorgn 'home'.
Each time Dorgn refused, and the orphanage began to try and convince him to go with them. Eventually, the cat claiming to be his father snapped when Dorgn said his 67th 'no'.
His 'father' said they should never of tracked him down, and that Dorgn was just an alien parasite who he was glad at leaving here. Dorgn, upon hearing these words (mostly the alien parasite part), turned into a sobbing mess as he ran away. He ran so far he grew lost, traveling for a long time to find his way back. However, instead of finding the orphanage, Dorgn met an old cat who adopted him and began to raise the small kit/teen.
Thought when the old cat died of old age, Dorgn left and began to travel. Something the old cat told stories about her doing when she was younger.
And along the way, he met each of the cats from the group.
Though he still wonders, if those cats who visited him at the orphanage, were really his parents?

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How Lunesetra and Korgn Met
The pond's surface was smooth like ice and reflective as a mirror. It was like a huge round pane of glass set out in the center of the clearing.
Korgn didn't care about the beauty of the water, He was just glad to be out of the stuffy dark woods. The trees where very rude in there. Trying to confuse him and even yelling at him.
He stumbled over to the pond and dipped his head down, hoping that the pond wouldn't mind him taking a sip.

Lunesetra glided silently downwards. Her huge ear telling her what her eyes did not see.
There was someone at the pond.
Silently she landed in the shadowed grass on the far side of the pond. She could see the other Hazard.
He looked rather strange, with two odd limbs that looked like wings without flight membranes.
But, though abstract, he seemed harmless. She'd risk approaching.
Besides, she could always fly away if he tried to hurt her.

Korgn's head whipped up as the air around him sighed a warning.
Not far from him was a tiny hazard with huge wings and ears... it kinda looked like...
He gulped.
A bat.
His eyes began to dart around nervously. Maybe it wouldn't bother him or maybe just go away altogether.
He closed his eyes and froze, hoping.

Lunesetra edged a little closer to the strange Hazard and gave a quiet cough.
The other cat reeled and dashed away, leaving Lunesetra with a wingful of rouge air that nearly swept her backwards into the pond.
Her balance was quickly regained though, and she pummeled the air as she tried to catch up with the other hazard.
So much for flying away.

Korgn glanced over his back and yelped. It was following him!
Then the rock he didn't see sent him sprawling on his face.
"Are you alright?" the musical voice was tinted with concern. This couldn't be the bat hazard.
He looked up.
It was.
"I'm fine," he croaked. To his own surprise.

Lunesetra sat down beside him "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"I-Its ok," the hazard's voice was still shaking.
Now that she could see him closer she realized just how odd looking he was. Almost alien like.
Then she noticed the fear and uncertainty in his eyes and the reservations melted away from her heart.
She allowed a smile to creep across her face, maybe it would ease his fears. "What are you doing out here?"

"Well, I was having a very nice conversation with this breeze and I didn't realize that we where on the edge of the woods and I just followed them in and when they left I was all by myself in the middle of a bunch of unfriendly trees!"
Korgn realized he was babbling, about his third eye no less, and clamped his mouth close.

Lunesetra's ear swung forwards in interest "You can speak with the wind and trees?"
His head dipped timidly.
"That is amazing!"
He blinked "You really think so?"
"Yes, truly. It is an wonderful talent."

Korgn looked down, he was shocked that someone wasn't afraid of his appearance and actually thought his talent was amazing.
He didn't even know what to say.
"I am Lunesetra." Now she was introducing herself?
"I'm K-Korgn."
"It's nice to meet your, Korgn."
Written by FiveSecondsToFly

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Look deep into
Nature
And then you will
Understand
Everything
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-Albert Einstein-

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-Lao Tzu-

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

FiveSecondsToFly

@ Coradrawa

Number: 2
Female
21


Song

Lunesetra sighed and stretched out her leather wings, letting the evening breeze push against
the paper-thin membranes. Salt water scents brought back a thousand memories from beyond the horizon,
she closed her eyes and allowed them to wash over her.
The moon shone down brightly on the young princess. The sweet face tipped up to drink in the exotic island breeze.
It was an exciting night. The night when the young princess's father had promised to take her up Green Fire Mount.
The longest flight the winged Hazard had yet to make.
She swiveled a dainty ear when the soft wing blew the sound of fluttering wings towards her.
Turning on tiny feet she rushed over to where the large black Hazard had landed.
"Are we going tonight? You promised," she begged him with huge eyes.

Even after all the long years Lunesetra could still the amused chuckle that said 'yes' plainer than any words.

The flight was long, but easy due to the warm thermals rising from the island jungle beneath them, and the tiredness
was forgotten instantly as the little eyes took in the moonlit scene beneath her.
The mountain had been a challenge, but the valley below was the reward.

Trees formed a dark lustrous mass of inviting scents and sounds that no light could penetrate, beyond that was a strip of gleaming gold sand curving between the deepness of the jungle and the silver satin waves that swayed in an endless chant.
"Wow," it escaped her throat in a squeak.

Her father smiled at her kindly "It is amazing."
The princess's head bobbed.
The king pressed a paw against his daughter's chin and tipped her head upwards.
Her little legs gave way as her eyes widen tenfold, trying to take in the stars. She had never felt big, but now she felt less than a speck of dust when she looked up to the night sky.
There where so many of them, so far away, but so bright, totally unreachable but each more precious than a gemstone.
Sprinkled like dust, carelessly strewn about, but the most carefully guarded treasure in the galaxy.

Lunesetra felt, so, so, small.
Then something warm draped over her back and her father drew her close.
Softly he began to chant: "Mei Mei Kei le ley la."
Lunesetra joined the simple lullaby "Ho la ya, el la meinta.
"Mei Mei Mei
Kei le la
El la la ho ya
Ney Ney Ney
Jes faye

Mei Mei Kei
Le lay la

El la la ho ya
Ney Kei Ney
Jes le la
El ya ya
Meinta

Mei Mei Kei
Le lay la..."

Lunesetra sniffed away a tear as the familiar song swayed within her. That night the mountain had been nothing more
than a quiet lump of black stones. It stayed that way for so many years before it revealed its horrible secret.
15, a rebellious age for any hazard, Lunesetra knew she was supposed to be down in the valley helping with the festival preparations, but something was 'up' with the mountain.
Smoke.

No one else paid any attention to her, too busy. So she rashly decided to check it herself.
Her wings her much stronger than the first time she'd flown up with her father and she was little spent when she reached the top.

There was no room for doubt now, there really was smoke coming from the mountain.
Something uneasy twisted inside her, but she pushed it away and edged closer to the rim of the crater.
Heat curled her whiskers as she looked down.

The smoke was coming from a deep fissure in the crater, but otherwise, the only other presence was an inexplicable heat.
The twist was back and this time she couldn't get rid of it.
Something was wrong.... terribly wrong.
She began to shake, gaining control of her muscles seemed impossible. Then she realized that it was the ground that shook and not her.

Every sense began to scream at her to get off the mountain.
Before she could spread her wings, the earth seemed to throw her into the air.

Panic swelled her chest and fueled her wings. She had to warn her people.
Never before had she dropped so fast in a dive, the speed she picked up was frightening, but the threat of the mountain was terrifying.
She reached her village breathless and sweating. Soon as she landed, cats crowded round her, wondering and fearful cries filled her ears.
She struggled to stand, she had to tell them, tell them to get away.

"The mountain!" she gasped finally finding her breath "get out! The mountain!"
Eyes turned upwards and locked onto the grey spiral of smoke, then uneasily towards one another.
"Go! Get out!" she screamed.
A couple cats took to the air, but everyone stared at her in uncertainty.

The shake put an end to that.
It seemed to put an end to everything.

Panic tore through everyone. The entire village collapsed into disorder.
Lunesetra felt the desperation around and within her, the only thing that seemed clear was the voice that screamed at her to find her parents. Her wings beat the air wildly as she tried to navigate through the hordes of other cats taking off into the air.

"Lunesetra!" Her father's voice broke through the terror that pounded. Her neck twisted as she tried to find him.
A roar shook the air as the sky filled with dark ashes, screams began as burning cinders shot through the clustered hazards.

The princess dodged the horrible things filling the air, trying to find her father. Something hit her wing, but it didn't burn or sting, it rolled off and fell.

She turned in the air and caught it between her front paws, reflexively more than anything. A tiny kitten mewed up at her.
Her heart caught and her wings dragged. She couldn't carry him, it was impossible!

Her hesitation cost her everything.

The volcano exploded.

In less than a second Lunesetra's world ended. She was thrown miles out to sea.
She would never come home again.

Art @ Rainbow Noivern

Personality
Lunestra is gentle. She's learned over the years she's spent on the mainland that fighting doesn't help anything. She's entirely devoted to her friends and would die for them if it came to that.
But though she is entirely cemented within her group, that doesn't mean she is averse to speaking with and befriending other Hazards.
One thing though, she hates, and that is being put down for her gentleness and kindness. She will not let herself be bullied nor others be they her friends or not.
Dislikes
- Bullies
- Volcanoes
- Cornea (most of the time)
- Loud obnoxious noises. (Not Hinoko's grate)
Likes
-Singing
-Her friends (even Cornea but she won't admit it)
- Nightime
- Flying


Relation to the others: Please pm me I'd really like to get something going with other people
1 Majele - FireDancer77
Love or Hate?
Neither. These two respect each other but do not go out of their way to be friends.
In other words, Lunesetra dislikes his strange experiments and Majele believes Lunesetra to be something of a coward.
2 Lunesetra- FiveSecondsToFly
3 Cornea Katie_Monkey
NO!
Is the word that Lunesetra says most to Cornea. She discourages his jokes and tricks. Truly hating the way he plays with other people.
4 Korgan- coradrawa
It's ok. I'm right here.
Lunesetra loves Korgan like he was her the little brother she never had and enjoys spending time with him. She appreciates his interest in her songs and tries to create interesting stories to entertain him.
5 Hinoko - GallopingHowl
Neither here nor there.
Not much is said between these two. Lunesetra enjoys his fireworks and he likes to watch her fly, but other than that, they hardly ever come in contact.

[corrosive_limes]

Possible reserve for number 1 owo

[Rooster Cult]

Username:
Number: 3
Name:
Gender:
Screen: [You get to design this cat's screen]
Relation to the others:
Res if I have enough time

[hopegracecatdog]

Username:
Number: 5
Name:
Gender:
How they feel about their grate:
Relation to the others:

[MusicalsGalore]

Username:ChessieBlud07
Number: 1
Name: Oaran
Gender: male
Something they're skilled at: creating potions
Relation to the others: best friends and pack mates