.:: The Cast ::.

[AlexandriaBolitho]

[ name || mosspaw ]xx[ gender || female ]xx
[ age || 10 moons ]xx[ rank || apprentice ]xx
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Mosspaw wasn't born in the camp. When she was a small kit, still unable to talk, she stumbled in shivering and wet during a rainstorm. The clan was kind enough to take her in and care for her, bringing her back from near death and raising her as their own. Despite never having been treated like an outsider, Mosspaw had always felt an acute separation between herself and the others in the clan. She never talked much and got in trouble frequently for sneaking out of camp. Alone in the woods she felt a sense of peace: like she had nobody's expectations to fulfill or let down, like she didn't have to pretend to be someone else, and like the woods brought meaning and life to the world... but it would never take long for the sense of peace to turn into one of loneliness.

The loneliness grew and Mosspaw didn't want to show any weakness, so she hid her pain, isolating herself further from the other cats her age. Stuck in a prison of solitude that she unwittingly built for herself, Mosspaw decided to turn towards self improvement as a distraction. Maybe if she became better, others would see her worth bridging the gap. Her shyness was pushed to the back burner as she began asking questions of everyone: hoping to gain some knowledge and experience vicariously. If she became the top warrior in the camp... then that would mean she must belong.
Seeing her apprenticeship as an opportunity to improve herself and possibly reconnect with the cats she's been pushing away all of her life, Mosspaw looked forward to being assigned a mentor.

Now was her chance to prove to everyone and herself that she belonged in the clan... except that the clan is fragmenting... and Mosspaw is terrified she'll fall through the cracks. Forgotten.

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[AlexandriaBolitho]

[ name || orion ]xx[ gender || male ]xx
[ age || 24 ]xx[ rank || crown prince ]xx
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Crown Prince Orion Harding was born into a peace that only lasted three years. He grew up with his entire life consisting of training for his country and family, so he may keep both safe against Crea, the country to the East that constantly threatened expanding across the border. His homeland of Riyal means everything to him, so at fourteen he followed his father to the border to help fight and learn military strategies onsite. There he learned values and strength by training his stallion Krios and fighting off the invading armies. Back at their palace on the coast, the Queen protected the country in her own way: forming a protective alliance with the country north of Riyal. Orion found out about his engagement to Sylvia (the eldest princess of Nizell) in a letter at sixteen years old. He didn't have much time to think on it, since the next day would be his first time leading troops solo while his father traveled with more men a little further down the border. And so it went. Each day he would ride into battle, plan the next defenses, or drill with his troops. Each night he would study by candlelight until he couldn't help but fall asleep. Ten years after he left the palace to join the war and twenty one years after the fighting began, a peace treaty was finally signed and the country could rest. As blood soaked battlefields began to dry, Orion mounted Krios and rode home... though he had not been to the palace since he was a boy. Now a man of strong moral code and conviction, he faces one more year of training in the palace before his arranged marriage to Sylvia. Eventually, the throne. What he doesn't expect is to meet the man behind the tactical intelligence his armies had been using... and how much the other man would turn his life on end.

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[AlexandriaBolitho]

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--- basic info ---
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: kim.
ᴀɢᴇ: 19.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: female.

--- physical appearance ---
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'3".
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: brown.
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: fawn blonde.
sᴋɪɴ: naturally fair.
ғᴏʀᴍ: lithe build with a
dancer's frame.

--- personality ---
ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs: kind hearted,
determined, brave.
ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs: awkward,
naive, idealistic.

--- love life ---
ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs: none.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: none.

--- power and weakness ---
ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ: flight
and healing.
ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ: claustrophobic
and energy drain.

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"turn your face towards the sun and your shadows fall behind you."

Kim grew up the only child of a single father, her mother disappearing without explanation when she was only a year or two old. She lived in a rough neighborhood without a good school, since that's where the apartments were cheapest. Despite the hardships, she wouldn't change it for anything. Every day she would wake up early to make breakfast for her little family and the elderly lady next door. Then she had school, dance practice, and studying at the public library while her father worked as a vet tech at the animal shelter nearby. It didn't pay very well, but Kim grew up hearing about how good work was more important than personal gain.
A good dancer and the kid who always maintained perfect grades, she was offered to audition for a fine arts school halfway across the country. A mixture of excited and anxious, she left for the airport with her father, unaware that her life would never be the same. Kim cannot remember anything after boarding, but upon waking up in the hospital she was told that she was the only one who survived the crash. An analysis of the broken plane indicated that someone had been trying to sneak a radioactive explosive in some of the checked luggage in the cargo hold, causing the damage that ultimately led to the death of everyone else on the plane, including her father.
Crushed with grief, Kim returned home to live with her neighbor for the last year and a half of high school. Alone, she discovered just how she had managed to survive what nobody else could: when needed, wings appeared from between her shoulder blades, the long, soft feathers the same golden color as her hair. After her new caregiver had a fall, she discovered the other aspect of her power: she could heal. Just as she learned how to heal physical wounds, her own grief began to heal as well. Kim knew that her father would still want her to live the best life she could and bring joy to as many creatures, human or four legged, possible. So she started working at the same shelter he did, finding comfort in the animals and memories in the place while simultaneously trying to save for college.
Equipped with the new information and knowing that she didn't face many other prospects, Kim applied to a superhero league nearby. They advertised themselves as taking care of their own and providing a family while saving the world from harm, so when they told Kim that she didn't qualify to get in... she was devastated.
Like every other tragedy she faced, Kim decided to look at the bright side of things rather than focus on the bad. While her father may have been taken from her young, he had given her the best life possible beforehand and now she could use every day as an extra blessing that she is lucky to possess. Although she no longer fit in with normal humans, her powers could be used to bring a sense of security and safety to people in need. Maybe she wasn't accepted into the organization of superheros, but that only meant she had more motivation to try harder and fight with more conviction. She was going to make her father proud and prove to the organization that they were wrong, no matter what it takes. After all, optimism can save the world.