Spirited. Boutique ❥ a character archive

[Spirited.]

❥ a character archive ❥

Welcome to Spirited. Boutique, my very own character archive. As a semi-lit and lit roleplayer, I try to make my character forms detailed and nice to look at - hopefully you would agree. One thing you should know about me is that I try to create new characters for every roleplay I do to avoid confusing one roleplay with another. Maybe it's just me, but I find it extremely hard to use the same characters in multiple roleplays. I do, however, use older versions of certain characters as deceased or background characters for any new characters I create. Recently, I also started a Warriors fanfiction that involves all of the Warrior cats I have created for various roleplays. It can be viewed here.

some general rules to follow:

❥ Look, but do not touch
❥ Please do not post here; you may PM me instead
❥ Absolutely no stealing of names and personalities
❥ You may use my coding as long as you put a personal twist on it

The characters following this intro post are posted in order by creation date. The oldest characters will be posted first and the newest characters will be the last ones posted. Right underneath the creation date is a link to the roleplay the character is used in. If you would like to do a roleplay with any of these characters, please look over my rules below. Then, PM me with a plot line or general theme of your roleplay and the character you wish to roleplay with - I will let you know if I am interested.

group roleplays
❥ Only request characters that are currently not in use
❥ Make sure your roleplay is semi-lit or lit
❥ I prefer warrior cat roleplays to other animal roleplays
❥ Human roleplays should involve romance of some sort

1x1 roleplays
❥ You may request any of my characters
❥ Make sure your roleplay is semi-lit or lit
❥ Warriors roleplays are preferred to human roleplays
❥ Should involve a detailed plot line

❥ the directory ❥

warrior cats
❥ Asternose
❥ Beetlewatcher
❥ Brightkit
❥ Emberflower
❥ Gentlefern
❥ Kestrelkit
❥ Leafpelt - not in use!
❥ Lionpaw
❥ Martenfur

❥ Otterheart
❥ Palethorn
❥ Pebbleheart
❥ Redblaze
❥ Runningpaw
❥ Skykit
❥ Sparrowpaw
❥ Spiderstar
❥ Starlingsong

humans
❥ Alexander Kent
❥ Anastasia Kruk
❥ Carlos Atienza
❥ Clayton Jones
❥ Melissa Daniels
❥ Ryder Herbert Finnegan - not in use!
❥ Vivianne Kyna Finnegan

[Spirited.]

Creation date: April 14, 2014
Roleplay thread: roleplay deleted before it started

The Pelt of the Leaves to Fall

A P P E A R A N C E

The only kit born in his litter, Leafpelt appeared sickly at first, but soon grew into
a relatively handsome brown tabby. It was reckoned that his sickly appearance
had been based off of the fact that he was small and skinny, traits which he
retained throughout his apprentice years until now, and that his short fur only
made him appear smaller. The one thing that his father never criticized about
his appearance was the light amber of his eyes, as he inherited the colour from
his mother.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Having been exposed to the scorn of his father, Leafpelt never really knew what
it was like to be praised, besides the off-chance that his mentor did. This makes
him modest and almost unaware of his qualities. He is hard-working, always
trying to be better. He also has a knack for telling when someone is lying and
absolutely detests any untruth as he himself is very sincere and honest. His
father's treatment of him has also left him lost and he often seeks solitude in
order to try to figure himself out.
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F A C T S H E E T

name: Leafpelt
past name(s): Leafkit, Leafpaw
gender: tom (male)
age: 15 moons
rank: warrior
previous rank(s): kit, apprentice
desired rank: none
clan: none
kin: Goldfur (mother), Jayflight (father)
mate: none (yet)
crush: none (yet)


build: small, skinny
fur: short-haired, brown tabby
eyes: light amber
whiskers: average length


qualities: modest, hard-working, sincere / hard on himself, seems lost, a loner
strengths: hunting, climbing
weaknesses: training in pairs, partner fighting
likes: leaf-fall, juicy squirrels, solitude
dislikes: open areas, badgers, dishonesty

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H I S T O R Y

The leaves had just begun to fall from the trees the day Leafpelt was born to Goldfur and Jayflight, and the proud new parents found that the shadows of the leaves that were falling to the ground looked similar to their son's dappled pelt, which earned him his namesake. The joy of finally having a kit did not last long though, as Goldfur was soon taken away from them by a greencough epidemic. Leafpelt learned what the scorn of a father felt like at an early age, as Jayflight blamed him for his mate's death. As a kit, Leafpelt did everything he could to try to please his father, but it could not be done. When his father was killed by a badger while out on patrol, Leafpelt had still not earned his respect. He sat vigil all the same, vowing that one day he would be good enough for his father.

Being orphaned at the early age of 7 moons, Leafpelt (then Leafpaw) turned to focussing on his training. He soon grew to be a skilled hunter, best known for his method of climbing trees in order to catch a particularly juicy bird or squirrel. His fighting skills were proficient at this early stage and the only difficulty he had with them was fighting in pairs, as he had always been independent. In his spare time, after all the training, patrols, and apprentice duties had been finished, he liked to spend his time alone, climbing trees in the forest or hunting, enjoying the solitude.

The day of Leafpelt's warrior ceremony arrived by the time he had reached 12 moons, and, though the Clan that had supported him throughout his whole life cheered his new warrior name loudly, Leafpelt thought he could see the silhouette of his father's figure by the camp entrance, looking on with impartiality. His father's last words to him had been, "my pride and respect could never be won by someone like you", and they echoed in his mind throughout his warrior vigil and the days that followed.

Now, at 15 moons, Leafpelt continues to search for a way to earn the respect and pride of his father's ghost. His skills grow with each day, but there, at the back of his mind, is that image of his father at the warrior ceremony, and nothing he does feels like it is good enough. His Clan mate's, however, help him gain back his self worth, never letting him be too hard on himself for long and he remembers that the Clan comes first, even when one is trying in vain to defeat their inner demons.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: April 14, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

The Competitive One

A P P E A R A N C E
With a thin body and long legs, it is no wonder that Runningpaw is the fastest of the apprentices. His ginger fur is a source of pride for him and he makes sure to keep it clean, even though his sister often jokingly tells him that with dirty fur he might blend in better with the foliage, making hunting easier. His green eyes usually flash at comments like these, revealing his competitive nature.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
The first thing any Clan mate of Runningpaw's will say is that he is energetic. He has this boundless energy that just keeps him going and going. This is probably also why he is so determined and does not tire of something until he has conquered it. He is highly competitive and takes every chance he can to turn training or hunting into a game of "anything you can do, I can do better". His littermate views him as a show off and whenever she tells him so he often retorts with hurtful comments about her imperfections. If there is anything Runningpaw likes more than competitions, it is sleeping, as that is where no bossy mentors can tell him to go clean his den.
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H I S T O R Y
He was born on one of the first warm days of new leaf and from the moment he came into the world it was professed by the medicine cat that he would be an energetic one. And so Runningkit was. He didn't learn how to walk first - he skipped straight to running. He would run around the nursery. He would run around the clearing. He would be underfoot so often that, at one point, his Clan mates wouldn't even bother telling him off anymore. Runningkit was the complete opposite of his sister, Sparrowkit, but that didn't stop him from competing against her in every possible way.

This competitiveness only got worse when he became an apprentice. Every hunting patrol and every training session were now a chance to show off to the mentors and rub his superiority into the other apprentices' faces. Not only was he faster, but he was stronger and better at climbing than the rest. The only thing Runningpaw could not beat his sister at was hunting. Still, he continues to practice in the hopes that, one day, he will be better than her at everything.
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F A C T S H E E T

name: Runningpaw
past name(s): Runningkit
future name: Runningheart
gender: tom (male)
age: 7 moons
rank: apprentice
previous rank(s): kit
desired rank: warrior, deputy
clan: DuskClan
kin: Sparrowpaw (sister)
mate: none (yet)
crush: none (yet)


build: thin, long legs
fur: ginger tabby
eyes: light green
whiskers: average length


qualities: competitive, determined, energetic / can be mean, a show off
strengths: fighting, climbing
weaknesses: hunting, staying awake at Gatherings
likes: sleeping, training
dislikes: bossy mentors, cleaning dens

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Sample post:

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RUNNINGPAW

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gender: tom
age: 7 moons
rank: apprentice
family: Sparrowpaw (sister)
crush: none
feeling: energetic
location: camp
tags: Nightfur

Opening his eyes was always the hardest part of his mornings. That one tiny movement took a lot of effort, even for a young and energetic tom like him. Yet, once that one simple task had been completed, he felt the energy in him building, as if being powered by the sun spilling into the apprentice den, and all he wanted to do was run.

First, he yawned. Then, he stretched. Next he poked at his sister until her eyes flickered open. Only then did he run out of the den, right into the deep snow that lay covering the clearing. It was no obstacle for him. In great leaps and bounds he conquered it, making his way across the camp to where he could see Nightfur eating a robin. She looked grumpy this morning; but that wasn't any different than most other days. Upon looking around the camp, he noticed that the other warriors seemed grim too, and it took him a couple of moments to remember.

The spring suddenly gone from his step, he twisted his head towards the medicine den. He could hear Blueash bustling about, but even that small sound was filled with grief. Runningpaw himself had never really gotten to know Stormwing. The only thing he remembered about him was the almost legendary stories that followed him everywhere he went, but he had his doubts about some of them being true. Maybe if he had gotten to know him better, he would have been able to find out.

But that was in the past. Stormwing was dead. Runningpaw was alive. His mood slightly dampened, but his energy not gone, he continued on his way towards Nightfur, wondering what she had planned for her apprentice today.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: April 14, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

The Perfectionist

A P P E A R A N C E
Sparrowpaw has never viewed herself as pretty, but many toms would say
otherwise (hence her dislike of annoying toms; these usually include the ones
who continue blabbering when she is clearly not interested). With a slender build
and sleek and short tortoiseshell fur, as well as her ignorance of how her looks
are perceived, Sparrowpaw gives off an air of modest beauty. Add to that her
bright green eyes and even the most reserved of toms is ready to come in and
sweep her off her paws.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Sparrowpaw's personality may not make her the most likeable of Clan mates,
but many have to admit that it makes her a good provider for the Clan. From an
early age, Sparrowpaw was obsessed with making sure that everything was
perfect - whether that be her den, her newly-cleaned fur, or, later, her
hunting crouch. She cannot stand failure and works hard to avoid it at all costs.
This can make her appear distant at times, but she really just means well. Her
favourite thing to receive is praise and, every once in a while when she's feeling
very good about herself, will even accept an offering of prey from a lingering tom.
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F A C T S H E E T

name: Sparrowpaw
past name(s): Sparrowkit
future name: Sparrowflight
gender: she-cat (female)
age: 7 moons
rank: apprentice
previous rank(s): kit
desired rank: warrior, deputy
clan: DuskClan
kin: Runningpaw (brother)
mate: none (yet)
crush: none (yet)


build: slender
fur: short-haired, tortoiseshell
eyes: green
whiskers: average length


qualities: determined, exact, takes pride in her work / hard on herself, distant sometimes
strengths: hunting, fighting
weaknesses: lying, climbing
likes: praise, doing things well
dislikes: underachievers, failure, annoying toms

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H I S T O R Y
Born just as new leaf had begun, she earned the name Sparrowkit in honour of the birds returning after the harsh leaf-bare. From an early age, she was mesmerized by the little birds and would sit in the clearing for hours staring at them while her brother, Runningkit, ran circles around her. She and her brother were quite obviously opposites and that became even more obvious when training began.

At first, Sparrowpaw was scared of trying anything new. The crouch she was taught felt awkward and probably made her look silly, while the fighting training often left her on the ground winded, as well as embarrassed. Her brother, Runningpaw, was very competitive and didn't exactly help with his mocking comments. She resolved that she would have to practice long and hard to get everything absolutely perfect in order to avoid any further embarrassment. Hours of training later, her hunting skills were nearly flawless and her fighting was much improved - to the point where she could even beat her brother. In fact, the only thing that her brother can do better than she can is climb, which he takes every chance to rub in her face. Sparrowpaw now awaits further instruction and is eager to learn new skills that she can hone to perfection.
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Sample post:

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SPARROWPAW

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gender: she-cat
age: 7 moons
rank: apprentice
family: Runningpaw (brother)
crush: none
feeling: proud
location: Great Pine
tags: Hawkstar

Glancing down from the branch of the Great Pine she was sitting on, Sparrowpaw saw Hawkstar give her a little nod. He was hidden in the undergrowth, probably trying to keep his scent from floating over and scaring away the prey. Giving her own little nod back, she turned back to the squirrel. The tortoiseshell was still downwind of it and the critter was completely unaware of the fact that it would soon be another piece of fresh-kill in a pile in the centre of the DuskClan camp.

Careful to keep the branch from moving too much, Sparrowpaw slid down along its length until she was almost the end, the branch becoming too thin to be safely stepped on. Beyond that, there was nothing but a wide expanse that, if not taken seriously, could be the death of her. Keeping her breathing quiet, the she-cat used her eyes to calculate how far she would have to jump in order to make the catch. She had to be exact if she wanted this squirrel to be hers, and a second longer would not hurt. The wind had not changed and didn't show any signs of changing either.

The apprentice gathered her paws underneath her, her muscles bunching together, and then she was in the air, soaring through the void. I'm flying! she thought with glee, but her dreamed up reality was soon over when she hit the branches of the neighbouring tree, her claws grabbing at them to keep her from falling to the snow below. The squirrel, startled, attempted to make a run for it, but Sparrowpaw was too fast. Her claws were already out, so all she had to do was swipe her paw and catch the squirrel across the head, killing it instantly. Her prey fell to the ground, still and unmoving. The apprentice was left hanging from a thin branch by her claws, breathing hard with the exertion of her hunt. She had never been the best at climbing, but this had definitely been one of her better days.

Hauling herself up onto the branch, she dug her claws into the trunk, sliding down it slowly. She hopped down onto the snow when she was still a couple tail-lengths away from it and, grabbing her freshly killed squirrel, padded up to her mentor and dropped it proudly at his feet. "How'd I do this time, Hawkstar?" There was nothing more she liked better than praise.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: April 23, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

G E N T L E F E R N

T h e M o t h e r l y O n e

F A C T S H E E T

name: Gentlefern
past name(s): Gentlekit, Gentlepaw
gender: she-cat
age: 25 moons
rank: warrior
previous rank(s): kit, apprentice
desired rank: queen
clan: IvyClan
kin: Smokeshade (father), Larksong (mother)
mate: none (but hoping for one)
crush: none


build: small and slender
fur: short-haired silver tabby
eyes: light green
whiskers: slightly longer than average


qualities: motherly, gentle,
quiet but will stand up for others |
not communicative enough,
takes blame for others too often
strengths: hunting, taking care of others
weaknesses: too controlled by her emotions,
wants to help everyone
likes: playing with kits and hunting birds
dislikes: liars, bullies and fighting among clan mates
deepest desire: to have kits of her own

S H O R T . D E S C R I P T I O N


A small silver tabby she-cat with light green eyes.

A P P E A R A N C E


Being so small and short-haired, Gentlefern is often cold in the long cold months of leaf-bare. Yet, these are the months where hunting comes comes most easily to her, as her light silver tabby coat is hard to spot in drifts of snow. With a slender build, pretty light green eyes and whiskers that are slightly longer than usual, there is no denying that the she-cat is a petite beauty.

P E R S O N A L I T Y


Being an only kit, it is a wonder that Gentlefern was not spoiled. In fact, she turned out to be exactly the opposite - loving and motherly, gentle and quiet. One of her favourite pastimes is playing with the kits and she hopes to have many of her own one day. Besides that, the she-cat also enjoys hunting, especially birds, as her small form keeps her hidden and lets her pounce at the last possible moment. Taking care of others is also one of her strengths, as she despises any kind of fighting or bullying and will take any chance she can get to stand up for others, despite her quiet nature. This is also one of her flaws, since she often takes the blame for others in order to keep them safe.

H I S T O R Y


Born to Smokeshade and Larksong on one of the first days of new leaf that year, it was thought that Gentlefern would grow up to be proud and spoiled because she was the only kit in her litter. Her father was an arrogant tom, making this assumption all the more probable. The little she-cat, however, had different plans for herself and grew up to be a loving and motherly to those around her. Even as a kit, Gentlefern was quiet and gentle, preferring to watch the birds flying overhead rather than jumping around with the other kits and participating in their play fights. Her apprentice ceremony was not the happiest occasion, as her father was killed by a dog pack not too long before the ceremonial day. She kept her mother company through the night of Smokeshade's vigil and went on to training the very next day. Being a cat that despises fighting, battle training was never one of Gentlefern's strong points, but hunting came to her naturally - something she had inherited from her mother. Not being the quickest to learn, Gentlefern's warrior ceremony seemed to be endlessly on hold. When it finally did come, her mother's death during kit-birth cast a shadow over it, and this ceremony too lost it's happiness. Although all of the happiness in her life seemed to be gone, Gentlefern remained positive and as loving as ever. Her motherly instincts now sharpened by the passing of those close to her, she strives to love everyone around her and hopes to have kits that she can be a true mother too soon.

Sample post:

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GENTLEFERN

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gender: she-cat
age: 25 moons
rank: warrior
family: none
crush: open
feeling: composed
location: camp
tags: Ambershade

The air around her was just the right temperature, in the small she-cat's opinion - not cold enough to affect her, even though her fur was short, and not hot enough to make her sweat through it either. The ground beneath her paws was getting softer, a sign that new-leaf had indeed come and the hardness that leaf-bare brought was beginning to recede. New-leaf had always been her favourite season, from the day she was born. It was when all the birds came back and she could wake up to the sounds of their chirping and singing. Gentlefern smiled at the thought, the feather's of the sparrow in her mouth rustling softly.

That was what had gotten her up this morning and she had decided to use the early wake up call as an invitation to hunt for the Clan. She doubted she would be chosen for patrol today, as she had been doing them steadily for the past couple of sunsets, so it was her chance to finally get some hunting done. The birds she loved to wake up to did not even see her coming and she was rewarded with a large sparrow to bring back to the fresh-kill pile.

Upon reaching the camp, Gentlefern noticed that most of her clan mates were off on their patrols - those that were not were clearly still sleeping, as the clearing was empty, save for the white form of Ambershade. Taking her fresh-kill over to where the muscular tom was grooming himself, she dropped it before him. "I was wondering if you might be hungry?" she asked, focusing her pretty green eyes on him. "I caught it and wanted to share it with someone." In all truth, the sparrow was a little too big for her to eat by herself, seeing as she was so small, but it was doubtful whether she would have asked to share it with anyone other than Ambershade. Something fluttered within her chest as he turned his bright amber eyes to her, but she remained still and composed as she waited for his response.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 1, 2014
Roleplay thread: roleplay deleted before it started

R y d e r ✗ H e r b e r t ✗ F i n n e g a n

Here comes the smoulder...

face claim: Kit Harington

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THE BASICS
name Ryder Herbert Finnegan
gender male
sexual orientation heterosexual
age 20
birthday June 6th
nationality British
character Eugene Fitzherbert
family unknown (orphan)
pets Marx; 6 year old black mustang

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THE LOOKS
height 6'0"
build muscled, fit
eyes deep brown
hair curly black
other facial hair

tattoo on upper arm

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THE PERSONALITY
qualities good-humoured, easy-going,

mischievous, good-looking |
slacks off, arrogant, too proud,
doesn't take things seriously
quirks winking at pretty girls,

talking to his horse
likes swimming, horses, motorbikes,

rock music, brunettes
dislikes getting caught, rejection,

pop music, all reptiles

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RANDOM FACTS
clothing choice black jeans, v-necks,

denim shirts, leather jackets
converse, metal ring
fav. colour blue
fav. song Battle Born - The Killers
biggest fear not being accepted

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Mmm, that girl is about to get the smoulder. Wonder if she'll want my number? What a silly question, of course she will! Now, how to get her attention...

Oh hey! Didn't see you there. Well, that's sorta embarrassing. Then again, if you plan on hanging out with me, you're going to have to get used to it. Picking up girls is my specialty - must be my rugged good looks right? Well being the muscled, six-pack bearing male specimen that I am, what girl could ignore me? Add to that my curly black hair and chocolate eyes and I'm pretty much irresistible. Oh, and let's not forget the motorbike and tattoo, plus the animal voice. I'm even willing to put up with pop-y club music for some of these girls. They'll come running in no time, I'm sure of it. Let's just say I've had my fair share of women, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I haven't ever been rejected. It's the brunettes you gotta watch out for; they like to play hard to get, which is why they're my favourite to hit on.

I'd describe myself as, firstly, good-looking, but I'm also pretty good-humoured and easy-going, able to get out of sticky situations quite easily. When I was younger I'd always be stealing cookies from cookie jars and even shoplifting once or twice (almost went to juvie, but I got out of that one real quick too). You could say I'm a thief, but maybe that would be going too far. What about my flaws, you say? Ha! What flaws? Sure, I might be cocky and arrogant and maybe I don't take certain things as seriously as I should, but are those really bad qualities? I'm just living my life and no ones going to stop me from doing that, are they? I guess insecurity could be a flaw, but no one's getting to that part of me until they get past the cocky outer shell. The last thing I want to be is tied down (being close to my horse doesn't count - he's pretty much family). There's a reason I got a tattoo of an anchor and broken rope on my arm - I'm loose and will not be grounded.

I've been like that since I can remember. Raised in an orphanage, never having known my parents, I was really independent as a kid and even a leader of sorts among the other children at the orphanage. I liked being powerful, but that didn't necessarily mean I manipulated them. In fact, I'd read stories to them, which is what made me want to start my own adventure. This school is a start, I guess, but I hope it'll turn into something more. If not, I'll probably hop onto my motorbike and ride away into the sunset - or perhaps I should do that on my horse? Hmm, I wonder what would get more of the ladies staring...

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 4, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

Melissa Daniels

❖ The Confidante

face claim: Marie Avgeropoulos

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THE BASICS
name Melissa Daniels
gender female
age 21
family orphan
gang refugee
crush the leader

THE LOOKS
height 5'7"
build slender
eyes blue-green
hair chest-length brown
other tattoo on her ankle
wearing tank top, jeans (or shorts),
- - - - - - leather jacket, combat boots

THE PERSONALITY
qualities supportive, loyal |
- - - - - - -stubborn, haughty
quirks bites her lip when nervous,
- - - - - often arches an eyebrow
likes being in charge, adrenaline rushes
dislikes losing, not being trusted

THE GANG
rank the confidante
weapon of choice knife, fists
friends the leader
enemies the mama
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- - -Boy, was that an adrenaline rush! Stealing cars never gets old, especially when you're with this gang. The only downside is shaking off the government agents that try to bring you down, but we shook them off easily enough. Now, we're in Brazil. I never thought I'd be so far away from home but, then again, what is home to me anyway? My family didn't care about me - I was orphaned at the age of three and grew up in an orphanage. Needless to say, they weren't able to hold on to me for long. I've been out on the streets since I was fifteen, fending for myself. The leader of the gang took me in because I "looked too pretty to steal and fight". He got that very wrong - I punched him in the jaw for even suggesting it. Turns out it was an ironic compliment and he did want me in the gang. I became his friend and second-in-command not long after.
- - -Living with the gang is easy for me. I try to stay on good terms with all of them and am supportive of everyone in the group. It's the other gangs that have to watch out for me. Who knows when I'll come knocking at their door, ready to fight? Judging from my looks, they would never see a fight coming. That was my main system of stealing cars back in America - find a guy who looked gullible enough to believe that I was a teenager on the run looking for a place to stay. Once we were in the car, it didn't take long for me to punch him out and drive away with his vehicle, usually quite an expensive one. I was always "too pretty" to be capable of something like that, as the leader said when we first met.
- - -Mmm, the leader of the gang. If only he would see me as more than just a friend and confidante. I am so utterly loyal to him that everything I do for the gang I do with him in mind. There is no one else I would rather steal with and I trust him with my life. That's saying something, especially since I see myself as someone who is independent and self-reliant. I don't mind helping others (in fact, I almost force them to let me help them), but one sign of them trying to help me and I'm gone. I'd rather just do it myself. Unless, of course, he comes up to me and offers to help with something. In that case, why not? It's not hurting anyone (except for maybe his ex).

❖ I don't take no for an answer ❖

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 4, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

Carlos Atienza

❖ The Protector

face claim: Devon Bostick

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THE BASICS
name Carlos Atienza
gender male
age 18
family older brother, parents dead
gang native
crush the prey

THE LOOKS
height 5'10"
build lean, some muscle
eyes dark brown
hair black, slightly curly
other none
wearing old converse, jeans,
- - - - - - t-shirts and hoodies

THE PERSONALITY
qualities protective, hard outer shell |
- - - - - - -sensitive, afraid
quirks keeps his hand near his gun
likes racing cars, the beach
dislikes sticky situations, blood

THE GANG
rank the protector
weapon of choice gun
friends the prey
enemies the romeo

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- - -What are you staring at? Never seen a gun before? Oh, you've just never used one? It's simple really - you take it in your hand like this, raise it so it's at shoulder level and press this trigger here. Make sure you've flicked the safety off before, otherwise you won't get much of a result. That's it really. After that, all you do is watch your victim bleed or run away from the scene of the crime. The former is usually what I do; the latter is for cowards.
- - -You've got to be tough if you want to survive in Brazil. My parents died when I was young, so my older brother had to take care of me. It was his toughness and ferocity that got us through and I'm more and more grateful for it everyday. He was the one who introduced me to "the mama" and she took me in to her gang, saying my skills with a gun would make me a fine protector for the rest of the gang members. Now, it's my duty to accompany them on heists or to meetings with others gangs in order to ensure that everything runs smoothly. I keep my hand near my gun at all times and that usually seems to send the message to the other group that I'm not joking around. Keep looking at me with that skeptical look on your face and you'll soon learn that too. Better turn and leave while you can.
- - -Wait, no, don't go! I'm... I'm not sure how to say this, but what you just heard me say? That's really all just a facade. Sure, I'm good with a gun, but that's from years of practice out of necessity, not because I want to hurt people. In all truth, I'm more likely to turn and run from the scene of the crime than watch blood being spilt - the gushing of that red liquid makes me sick. I can't even shoot at someone without closing my eyes. It's a wonder the bullets ever find their mark. Truth is, I'm afraid of letting anyone know all of this. What would happen to me? What would the gang think? I can't let them down, I'm the only protection they've got. It's a losing battle, but I've got to keep this mask on, for my sake and for theirs.

❖ You would be afraid too ❖

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 4, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

R E D B L A Z E

The Father-Figure

║ build: large, muscular
║ fur: long-haired ginger tabby
║ eyes: green
║ whiskers: average length

║ qualities: fatherly, patient, sensible |

proud, prone to grumpiness

║ strengths: fighting, advising others
║ weaknesses: mood swings, fear of being alone
║ likes: being helpful, training, playing with kits
║ dislikes: fighting among Clan mates,

getting up early, leaf-bare

║ name: Redblaze
║ past name(s): Redkit, Redpaw
║ gender: tom
║ age: 38 moons
║ rank: deputy
║ previous rank(s): kit, apprentice, warrior
║ desired rank: leader
║ clan: EmberClan
║ mentor: Badgerclaw
║ apprentice: none yet
║ kin: Shadefire (father), Autumnleaf (mother)
║ mate: none (but looking for one)
║ crush: none

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I remember the fire that took our territory well; the way the flames leaped up around us, devouring everything in their path. My Clan mates and I were forced to run or risk perishing in the mouth of the red monster that followed our every move. I lost both of my parents that day - my father, Shadefire, had retired to the elders den recently and my mother, Autumnleaf, had been helping him make the move. They were not strong enough or fast enough to make it out. When I got to the edge of the territory line and turned around, they were gone. I found Swiftstorm not long after and, after a small group of survivors had gathered, he named me deputy. It is a rag-tag group of survivors,but we must make something of it none-the-less. It is now my duty to help rebuild the Clan alongside him and hope that the future will bring better times for EmberClan.

Sample post:

║ R e d b l a z e

║ rank deputy
║ gender tom
║ age 38 moons
║ apprentice Tigerpaw
║ crush none
║ mood playful, protective, sad
║ tags Tigerpaw, Cloudstream
- - - - - Swiftstorm, Smudgecloud,
- - - - - Featherflight
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The happiness in his apprentice was evident and Redblaze let her race ahead, enjoying the sight of her excitement. He didn't mind her cheeky response in the least; in fact, he encouraged it. Hopefully her good mood would spread to the others in the camp so that they could continue on with their lives instead of mourning the loss of their old territory. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with grief - it just weighed everyone down and the Clan would never be restored to its former glory if grief was its constant shadow.

Redblaze focussed on the race, running alongside Tigerpaw. She was fast and he could tell she was pushing herself, which made him smile. Clearly, she wanted to win this race. He pulled back a little, letting her take the lead. The eagle was still far ahead, but they were gaining on it. A feeling of protectiveness filled the deputy when he saw the eagle turning back and flying down towards them. If it so much as tried harming Tigerpaw he could claw it to pieces. A snarl forming on his face, he picked up speed in order to stay close to the small apprentice, just in case. Before he could reach her, however, she leapt up towards the eagle, paws outstretched. An image of the eagle snatching her away filled his head, and Redblaze growled deep in his throat. The moment was over before he could do anything; the eagle wheeled around and flew away, Tigerpaw dropping back to the ground, breathing hard.

"Did you see this? Did you see?" she asked him excitedly and Redblaze swallowed back his fear, replacing it with calm. The snarl melted away and a smile replaced it. "That was quite daring," he purred. "It's a good thing that eagle didn't snatch you away." He flicked his tail over her ear, showing his affection. Suddenly, he caught the scent of prey, the smell of blood still fresh on it and he spotted a mouse not too far away. The eagle must have dropped it when Tigerpaw jumped up towards it. Smiling, he turned to her, "Looks like you've made a catch. How about we feed our pregnant queen with that?" Redblaze had noticed that the queen hadn't been eating very much lately, so it was only fair that this mouse went to her. The camp was not far, so he let the apprentice run ahead while he took the prey and trotted after her.

When they reached the cave, he spotted Swiftstorm sitting near the entrance with Featherflight and Smudgecloud. Padding over, he dropped the mouse in front of the queen, smiling softly before sitting down beside her and turning to his leader and the warrior. He had caught the tail end of what Swiftstorm had been saying, something about the patrols being back soon. No doubt he wanted to hear of what was happening in the territory. "The river is clear of intruders," Redblaze offered. "Tigerpaw chased off an eagle as we were coming back to camp, but it didn't seem to be a threat. Other than that, there is nothing to report." He took a deep breath, knowing all three of the cats before him were waiting for news of the old territory. The ginger tom sighed and, with a heavy heart, continued, "The old territory... Well, it's still all ash. Absolutely no sign of life anywhere."

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 10, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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✖ B A S I C S

name ▸ Beetlewatcher
gender ▸ tom
age ▸ 33 moons
rank ▸ soon-to-be-leader

✖ R E L A T I O N S H I P S

mentor ▸ Frostwish
kin ▸ Beartooth (father), Gentlefern (mother),
- - - -Otterheart (sister)
mate ▸ Morningbreeze
crush ▸ none

✖ A P P E A R A N C E

build ▸ average, muscular build
fur ▸ short-haired, black
eyes ▸ yellow
whiskers ▸ average length

✖ P E R S O N A L I T Y

qualities ▸ curious, calm, collected |
- - - - - - - -often lost in thought, insensitive
strengths ▸ hunting, observation of nature
weaknesses ▸ too quiet, above others
likes ▸ being alone, hunting, cloud-gazing
dislikes ▸ being wrong, interruptions
habits ▸ staring off into the distance
fear ▸ failure
secret ▸ believes himself unfit to be leader

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Beetlewatcher was born after his sister Otterheart and she has never let him forget it. Throughout their kithood together, Otterheart was always the bigger one, always winning in their playfights. Once they turned six moons, however, it was Beetlewatcher who became an apprentice, his mentor one of the finest warriors in the Clan, and his sister who Shortwhisker picked as the future medicine cat of the Clan. From then on, the black tom trained as hard as he could in order to become bigger and stronger than the sister who had overshadowed him during the first six moons of his life. He had always been curious, which contributed to his fast learning as an apprentice, but in time he became one of the more calm and collected cats in the Clan, often lost in thought during hunting or training sessions. It was in these thoughts that he persuaded himself into believing that he was above everyone else. This, perhaps, along with the way his sister treated him as a kit, may have contributed to his insensitive nature. Despite all these negative characteristics, there was one she-cat who came to love him. Morningbreeze was the young warriors only friend as an apprentice and, after becoming warriors and sitting vigil together, the two just fell into step. The she-cat was killed by a badger in one of RockClan's old camps and it was rumoured that she had been pregnant with kits at the time. Not long after the tragic event, Beetlewatcher was chosen as deputy by Sparrowstar after a fire claimed the life of the previous one. At the time, the black warrior was only 24 moons old. Now, after the tortoiseshell leader's death, it is Beetlewatcher who stands guard over the Clan, hoping that this time StarClan will be good to them and will give them a place to call home. Though he loves the Clan dearly, he believes himself unfit to be leader, but does not share that fear with anyone for fear of an uprising within the Clan.

✖ the lost leader ✖

Sample post:

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The sun was beginning to set over the canyon, rays that washed the canyon with a red light visible just over the horizon. The walls of the canyon had been turned a bright colour and Beetlewatcher narrowed his eyes against the glare. He had just returned from a training session with his apprentice, Jaypaw, because the heat had been too much to bear after their little battle. The nights were cool here in the canyon, but the heat during the long greenleaf days got under his black fur and made him sweat so much that he had to return to the stream that ran past the camp at least a dozen times a day to avoid dehydration. Once the sun was below the horizon, the air would begin to cool and he would be able to sleep easier.

A sudden commotion turned Beetlewatcher's eyes from the sun and he directed them down below, where cats were beginning to return from patrols. The southern one had returned first, he saw, but the scent of fear that was on them told the deputy that something terrible had happened. Getting up from his perch by the warriors den, he descended the cliff side and bounded over to the fallen tree where the returning patrol had gathered. They were all standing over an object - no, a body - that was lying on the ground and Beetlewatcher had to push through the throng to get close enough to see.

It was Sparrowstar. Her normally sleek tortoiseshell pelt seemed dull in the fading light and her front right leg was swollen, a pus oozing from it. Leaning closer, the black tom sniffed at it and sprang away with a growl, the smell of infection pervading his senses. The leader's eyes were still open, their vibrant green now as dull as her fur and Beetlewatcher blinked, not quite processing what he was seeing. Beside her, one of the patrol cats had laid a rattlesnake and the deputy's eyes shifted back and forth between the reptile and the swollen leg, putting the two together.

This can't be happening, he thought, closing his yellow eyes and taking a deep breath to get himself out of his shock. Yet, the inhale brought with it the smell of the infected wound and the image of Sparrowstar's dead body was right there in front of him even though darkness surrounded him. Opening his eyes, he swallowed down the lump in his throat and turned to Cougarheart, who had been leading the southern patrol. Careful to keep his voice from shaking, he asked the question everyone else was thinking: "What happened?"