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SOURCE: http://ego-alterego.com/norwegian-forest-cat-photography-by-susanne-hvenegaard/#.WbTWmYEpDqD

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self."

•Name•
Athena

•Age•
30 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Empress

•Breed•
Turkish Angora & Norwegian Forest Cat

•Census Description•
Athena - Elegant, dignified she-cat with long, feathery white fur and odd eyes, one blue and one brown.

•Appearance•
Athena's lean, elegant body is, for the most part, concealed by her thick, elegant white fur. She walks on steady, graceful legs with great poise and balance, using her lengthy, fluffy tail (which can usually be found wrapped around her legs) to further steady her footing. Her odd-coloured eyes make her a rather uncommon individual and give the feline a mystical, important look.

•Personality•

Athena is, above all, a politician. A great purveyor of opinions, this female makes sure her voice is heard at any cost, letting her beautiful, lilting voice carry on and intrude into the ears of all who may be present. She is well educated in the ways of getting what she wants without directly asking for it and is very capable of finding ways to convert anyone to her side. She is unabashedly intelligent, practically overflowing with advice and facts whether or not anyone cares to catch the spillover. Although her serious, odd-colored gaze may dictate otherwise, she is not one for physical battles, lacking in muscular strength.

•Backstory•

Born in an uncommon one-kit litter, Athena almost immediately lived up to her parents' expectations. She was beautiful, intelligent, social, and learned quickly, gaining the attention of the other cats. However, one thing she was rather poor at was hunting and fighting. Due to this, she quickly fell out of the limelight she had once held as a kit, the clan favoring the physically inclined over the mentally so. This left her feeling rather lonely, and she would sometimes spend her time sitting by herself.

•Kin•

Iris ~ Mother [NPC ~ Adoptable]
Thaumas ~ Father [NPC ~ Adoptable]

•Other Relationships•


•Theme Song•

Don't Cry for Me, Argentina - Elena Rogers & Ensemble (Evita)

•Other•


:Significant Events:




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SOURCE: https://www.flickr.com/photos/klearchos/4654185322/

"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."

•Name•
Hephaestus

•Age•
108 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Homosexual

•Rank•
Mentor

•Breed•
Aegean Cat

•Census Description•
Hephaestus - An older, kind tom with black and white tuxedo markings and one yellow eye.

•Appearance•
A medium-sized tom with a muscular yet time-worn physique, Hephaestus is obviously a veteran of war. His frame is covered in a short coat of black and white fur, arranged in a "tuxedo" pattern. His head is on the small side, marked with a tall, thin blaze. His tall, pointed, scarred ears are fuzzy on the insides, adding to the tom's aged appearance. All four of his paws are dipped in white up to his ankles. Above his low, round muzzle, two eyes sit, one a piercing yellow and the other clouded over and blind, likely a result of the three claw marks over said eye.

•Personality•
Unlike his rough appearance, Hephaestus is surprisingly kind and gentle. Chock full of bad puns and lame humor, it's rather hard to dislike the old tom. He is very much a fatherly figure, willing to take any cat under his wing that needs him. He is slow to anger and incredibly patient, especially with kittens and youngbloods. While he hasn't fathered his own, the black and white tom has a great affinity for youth and can often be found, when not tutoring youngbloods, in and around the nursery and interacting with the future of the clan. With the adults of the clan, Hephaestus may be more stern and straightforward, but is rarely too much so.

•Backstory•
Born to the son of a Commander, Hephaestus's small family had already inherited the honor that they would continue to thrive under. His mother, Hera, is a gentle and compassionate soul, passing these traits down to her son. His father, Eros, was a good and honorable tom, following in his father's footsteps as a skilled warrior, though never making it as far becoming Commander before disappearing on a walk when Hephaestus was 10 months old. Rumors have circulated saying that the noble male was killed by Trojan soldiers or that he had uncharacteristically deserted his family, but nothing has been proven. Hephaestus was found to be a successful and gifted warrior when a rival group of cats attacked, seeking to take over Iliad's territory, then just restricted to half of the city. Iliad eventually defeated the group and took over their land, driving the odd "Clan" cats away. After the short war was over, Hephaestus (who had lost vision in his left eye after a cat called "Nettlestar" raked him across the face) resigned to becoming a mentor for youngbloods, hoping to pass on his battle prowess.

•Family•
Zeus - Grandfather (Deceased)
Eros - Father (Deceased)
Hera - Mother (Deceased)

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?




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SOURCE: https://www.flickr.com/photos/114781795@N07/14826187034/in/album-72157640146561685/

"Who cares what happens when we’re dead? We shouldn’t think that far ahead. The only latter day that matters is tomorrow."

•Name•
Pan

•Age•
1 year, 2 months

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Youngblood

•Breed•
Domestic Shorthair

•Census Description•
Pan - A goofy, kind tom with a brown tabby pelt and hazel eyes.

•Appearance•


•Personality•


•Backstory•


•Family•


•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

"Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all."

•Name•
Thanatos

•Age•
36 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
pansexual - panromantic

•Rank•
gladiator

•Breed•
Bombay & Bengal Cat mix

•Census Description•
Thanatos- Observant, quick tom with short grey fur and piercing green eyes.

•Appearance•
Thanatos's limber frame grants him a quickness not often found in gladiators, where brute strength is favoured over speed. Despite this, he has always managed to win his battles, as his lithe body does have some muscle. He possesses a short-cropped coat of ash-grey fur, littered with inky black markings, often asymmetrical and closely resembling those of his bengal mother's. Thanatos's eyes are rather unusual, and stand out from his pelt, as they are a bright mint green. He has a small rip in his left ear, and a flurry of scars across his right flank, but is otherwise unblemished.

•Personality•
Despite Thanatos being a gladiator, a rank which is often stereotyped as having only dumb brutes, he is actually quite intelligent. He prefers to observe rather than interact with others, and his reputation often grants him a wide berth to be left alone. He is rather quiet and not outspoken, opting instead to remain in the background. However, he is not one to follow the crowd, and if he disagrees with something, he will tend to do it his own way. He feels as though he has gotten the best from both sides, intelligence and strength, and is content with who he is; he is not very susceptible to change.

•Backstory•
Thanatos was born in a litter of two, to a bengal mother and a bombay father. As he grew, his parents noted his soft-spoken nature and assumed he would want to be a sentry, but Thanatos insisted he wanted nothing more than to be a gladiator. It had always appealed to him, being a protector of Olympus, and once he was old enough, that's exactly what he began to train for. Once he became a gladiator, he quickly established a reputation for himself; his unusual frame and speed gave him a slight advantage over others that relied solely on strength.

•Family•
Nyx ~ mother [deceased]
Erebos ~ father [deceased]
Ker ~ sister [sentry-my character]

•Other Relationships•
none, open

•Theme Song•
alive - p.o.d.

•Other•

•RP Sample•
The air was still and far too quiet, a noiseless vacuum of humidity. Not a sound could be heard, not even that of paws stepping lightly through the undergrowth, nor of a tail twitching in the brush. Pale yellow eyes gleemed from a shadowed face, a snarl curling across the cat's lip. Where was the sound? He couldn't speak, and not once did he hear the crunching of the leaves as he crushed them beneath him. The quiet was deafening to someone who had spent his entire life screaming. His fur bristled with anger, but also underlying fear- what kind of place caused such complete silence? It was unnatural to see a bird high above, calling yet making no sound, and it was just as strange to watch yourself step on leaves that should crackle, yet flatten without even a crunch. He knew, then, this must be his punishment. Too loud in his lifetime, and now, rendered unable to speak. How long would this last? How long would he be silenced?


"Violence is the only way to answer violence."

•Name•
Ker

•Age•
36 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual - heteroromantic

•Rank•
Sentry

•Breed•
Bombay & Bengal Cat mix

•Census Description•
Ker- An outspoken and violent she-cat with deep black fur and unusual golden eyes.

•Appearance•
Ker is built oppositely from her brother, with a muscular frame and long legs. She is strong and slightly fast, but nothing like her brother; her speed is compounded by her weight. She has thick, silky black fur, cropped shorter than her brother's. She possesses none of the asymmetrical spotted markings of her mother, but instead has a few white toes. Otherwise, she had no distinguishing markings; what makes her unique is her eyes. Both she and her brother have unusual eyes, but his lie more within the realms of possiibility- Ker's are thought to be some kind of mutation. They are golden; not pure gold, but far brighter than regular amber or yellow.

•Personality•
Again, Ker is the opposite of her brother. She is loud and sociable, diving straight into the action without even a second thought. Her recklessness often leads to her becoming trapped in easily avoidable situations. She is quite outspoken, preferring to voice her every opinion rather than simply follow along. She likes to take charge of things, her dominant personality often putting her at odds with many of her colleagues. However, she feels no need to be liked, only listened to, and because of this she has no problem with ordering others around.

•Backstory•
She was born in a litter of two, the other being her brother Thanatos. Often, she and her parents were fighting, as she refused to accept that they wanted her to be a gladiator. That was her brother's dream, not hers, and she wanted only to be a sentry. Regardless of her family's feelings, she began to train as a sentry the second she was old enough. When her brother became a gladiator, she became a sentry, and finally her parents gave in. She began to build herself up, attempting to establish a reputation to rival Thanatos's.

•Family•
Nyx ~ mother [deceased]
Erebos ~ father [deceased]
Thanatos ~ brother [gladiator - my character]

•Other Relationships•
none, but open

•Theme Song•
asking for it - shinedown

•Other•

•RP Sample•
She didn't want to do this. She had absolutely no desire to stand on the edge of a cliff and look over it to see if anycat had followed. Still, she had to- it was the only way to make sure she had escaped that hellish place forever. When she leaned over the edge, her claws sunken deep into the ground, and swept her gaze across the rocky canyon, a shudder of relief went through her. No one. Nothing. She scrambled away from the edge, pressing her spine against a tree trunk. Her body, so scarred with the unspeakable horrors they had inflicted upon her, was almost about to give out. Her paws throbbed, blood seeping from her cracked pawpads, but she wouldn't give up now. Despite her weariness, she felt as though she could run forever. When the joy had subsided, she began to continue on, her heart pounding against her sunken chest. Free. She was free.


"Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair."

•Name•
Boreas

•Age•
Six moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Bisexual - biromantic

•Rank•
Youngblood

•Breed•
Somali Cat

•Census Description•
Boreas- A cold, unsociable tom with a grey pelt and chilly blue eyes.

•Appearance•
Boreas has a muscular body, though it is more athletic and graceful, as he has a slim frame. Typical for his breed, Boreas has slightly long fur, especially on his tail, which sweeps the ground when he walks. His coat is many different shades of grey, from a dark ash colour on top fading into a dusty shade of snow at his paws. He has barely visible leg stripes of a pale brown, though they are more noticeable near his toes. He often has a haughty smirk on his face, and is hard-pressed to show any other expression. Boreas's almond-shaped eyes are a pale blue, often mistake for a very light green at a distance.

•Personality•
Boreas is, in one word, cold. He is spoiled and snobbish, often coming across as hateful and rude. He spits every word with venom, lacing his sentences in sarcasm. He will feign innocence and ignorance whenever it suits him, and is quite skilled at diverting blame and suspicion onto other cats. He has very few friends, and he prefers it this way- anyone that becomes close to him becomes both a weakness and a threat. He considers others to be below him, and is haughty and cruel to even his closest companions. His stubborn cold-heartedness often earns him scoldings and disapproving looks, but Boreas doesn't really care; his pride prevents him from doing so.

•Backstory•
Boreas was raised as a single kit, born without another sibling. Because of this, he was considerably more spoiled than others his age, and developed an ego bigger than himself. He didn't care that he was losing any hope of having friends; his family doted on him at every waking moment. He became a youngblood, and though training has been slightly rough for such a pampered cat, he refuses to admit that he has weaknesses.

•Family•
Astraios - father [NPC ~ adoptable]
Eos - mother [NPC ~ adoptable]

•Other Relationships•
none, but open

•Theme Song•
world war me - theory of a deadman

•Other•


•RP Sample•
The trees formed a canopy above him, the spade-shaped leaves crossing over each other until hardly a beam of light could force its way through. A glimmering pool was centered in the middle of the clearing, shimmering with light, though there was no source to be seen. The water was clear, and on its surface rested wisps of blue fog; they moved across the water, but never to solid ground. Surrounding the pool were golden flowers, opening and closing their petals as if they were sentient beings. Dark shadows moved through the treeline, and he could feel their eyes on him, though they seemed not to possess any. He felt trapped, confined, but also free. This was where he would make his choice, in this place. It was heaven, maybe, or hell. He couldn't tell which.

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live."

•Name•
Hades.

•Age•
4 years old.

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Male.

•Orientation•
Heterosexual - Heteroromantic.

•Rank•
Gladiator.

•Breed•
Aegean Cat.

•Census Description•
Broad black tom with mismatched blue and yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
Hades is a large black tom far outsizing most males of his breed, the cause for his rapid growth likely as simple as having larger breeds in his family line, though he shares no other outstanding purebred features. His pelt is short and sleek, dark as a starless night and lacking any other color. Born with heterochromia, one eye is a piercing bright yellow while the other is a lighter blue, his gaze often holding a dull gleam signifying boredom. Various scars are scattered across his body and his build is lean, but muscular.

•Personality•
His name appears to be well earned. A rather morbid tom with a tendency for macabre storytelling and a sarcastic comment always lingering at the tip of his tongue. He is not necessarily unfriendly, but most cats tend to find his dark sense of humor and overall demeanor a bit disturbing. When not involved in a spar or guarding the kingdom he can often be found lazing about, either sharing stories with the Iliad's young that their parents likely wouldn't approve of or else silently observing his fellow gladiators. He wins his battles through quick wit and agility over brute strength, moving surprisingly quickly for a tom his size.

•Backstory•
Born among the Iliad as has his family for generations upon generations. He was given the name Ares at birth, after his great grandfather, but at only three moons old he suddenly appeared to drop dead, his breathing stopping. He was buried in a shallow grave, the cats shocked to find him sitting in the middle of camp cleaning dirt from his pelt the next morning. Believing he had died, visited the world of the dead and been allowed to return to her, his mother renamed him Hades. Always odd, even as a kit, he appeared to more interested in telling outrageous stories or wandering off to only the Gods knew where rather than gladiator training.

•Family•
All deceased.

•Other Relationships•
None yet. Open.

•Theme Song•
Blow Me Away - Breaking Benjamin.

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"No legacy is so rich as honesty"

•Name•
Artemis.

•Age•
3 years, 6 months old.

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Female.

•Orientation•
Pansexual - Demiromantic.

•Rank•
Hunter.

•Breed•
Oriental Longhair.

•Census Description•
Fluffy chocolate smoke Oriental she-cat with pale green eyes.

•Appearance•
Artemis is a slim she-cat with a semi-long chocolate pelt. Her figure is somewhat extreme compared to other cats thanks to her Oriental heritage. Her build elegant, lithe, and rather long overall. Despite her delicate frame Artemis is a natural athlete with a surprising amount of lean muscle covering her narrow frame, both a exemplary climber and a fast sprinter. Her almond shaped eyes are a very pale green and her fur carries silvery white undertones.

•Personality•
Cunning and crafty. She is not without mercy and regards the Iliad with genuine warmth and kindness, but she is also not a she-cat who is afraid to make hard, possibly amoral decisions if she feels it is the right choice. She is level-headed and so very chill. Not many can claim to have ever heard Artemis so much as raise her voice and she’s the sort who always has a lax smile on her muzzle. Subtly playful and humorous in demeanor, she treats others as friends until given a reason not to. Artemis can be bluntly honest, believing the truth is always the better option even if it potentially hurts someone. Of course, there are some secrets that are meant to be kept, but generally she doesn't enjoy lying to cats even if she is frighteningly good at it. Despite her innocuous appearance, Artemis is quite a skilled huntress and knows enough about fighting to defend herself and others should they be attacked.

•Backstory•
Nothing out of the ordinary. Raised among the Iliad and trained to be a hunter from kithood. Her father was a sentry and mother a hunter. When given the option to choose her path hunting called to her over patrolling boundaries and guarding kits. She was always an active cat who liked to keep on the move, hunting down prey every chance she got. Her mother was distant and she spent most of her youth being raised by her father. She barely speaks to her mother now though they share the same rank.

•Family•
Open for parents and siblings.

•Other Relationships•
None yet. Open.

•Theme Song•
Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men.

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"Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding."

•Name•
Hermes.

•Age•
2 years old.

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Male.

•Orientation•
Gay.

•Rank•
Sentry.

•Breed•
Balinese.

•Census Description•
White Balinese tom with medium length fur, chocolate ginger tortoiseshell points and bright blue eyes.

•Appearance•
Graceful and lean. Tall with lengthy legs, a slender tail and a slim, lightly muscled build. His pelt is fluffy, glossy and predominately white. Chocolate and ginger mottled fur create points on his paws, ears, muzzle and tail. Hermes has almond shaped, bright blue eyes set in a finely chiseled, wedge-shaped head with large, wide-based ears.

•Personality•
An anxious sort, given the unfortunate nickname of Twitch after his nervous tick. His talents include running and hunting, but he's an absolutely awful fighter and prefers to leave the brutality of war to the larger, stronger cats. A pacifist at heart, he will always recommend peace and compromise over violence. While friendly he is both introverted and unsure how to interact with other cats, a result of his secluded upbringing. He tries his best to fit in all the same and do his job efficiently.

•Backstory•
The only kit of an Iliad mother and rogue father as his siblings died shortly after birth due to their mother not producing enough milk. Hermes' mother left the group to run away with her foreign mate. He promised to care for her while she was nursing, but the demands of fatherhood proved too much for him and he abandoned his family shortly after the kits were born. She slowly starved as she refused to leave her kits. After most of them died thanks to undernourishment she reluctantly left Hermes to find food and never came back. When she didn't return he wandered from his nest and was luckily found by a loner she-cat who took pity on him. As she had no milk to offer him he had to learn to eat meat earlier than recommended. Eventually the old she-cat died and he was once again alone, struggling to get by with what little knowledge he had been taught. Somehow he survived, and remembering his mother's stories of the Iliad, sought to find the city and join them.

•Family•
All deceased.

•Other Relationships•
None yet. Open.

•Theme Song•
Hold On - Chord Overstreet.

•Other•
As he is a male tortie he is sterile.

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•RP Sample•
From The Fight For Peace.

Hornetwing’s paws trembled as he lowered his body into a hunter’s crouch, tail raised mere inches above the ground as the tip flicked back and forth anxiously. A light breeze blew toward him, ruffling his darkly striped amber fur as he crept closer to the unsuspecting rabbit grazing a foxlength or so ahead of him. His heart raced as he drew ever nearer, conflicting emotions twisting knots in his stomach. The Clan needed prey. He had to put his personal feelings aside for the time being. Just long enough to catch this rabbit.

Well hidden among the tall golden grasses surrounding him, he was almost within pouncing distance when the rabbit suddenly rose onto it’s hind legs, nose twitching while large ears swiveled. Almost immediately it returned to all four paws and darted away across the valley. Cursing under his breath, Hornetwing tore after it. Long legs swiftly carried him across the sparse, shorter grass of the vale, but he was losing stamina, his lungs beginning to burn with the exertion. The rabbit vanished down a nearby burrow and Hornetwing threw himself into the hole, wriggling into the narrow tunnel after it.

Little more than a waving tail and braced hindquarters to any creature who remained outside, Hornetwing reached for his escaping prey. Claws lanced its haunches and the rabbit let out a squeal of mingled fear and pain. Hornetwing winced. This was a messy kill. He hated messy kills. At last the rabbit was dragged close enough for his teeth to close around the back of its neck. The struggle ended quickly after that, and the rabbit fell limp in his jaws. Feeling absolutely wretched, Hornetwing pulled the plump body free of the warren and dropped it near the entrance, laying flat on his belly to rest his tired legs.

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•Name•
H e l i o s .
Personification of the Sun.

•Age•
3 Years Old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Bisexual | Biromantic.

•Rank•
Gladiator.

•Breed•
Abyssinian.

•Census Description•
A lean muscled tomcat with a reddish brown ticked coat and incredibly vivid golden eyes.

•Appearance•
Though fine-boned and of mostly average size, Helios is built as a typical gladiator should be. He is lean-muscled and supple, carrying the most strength in his limbs and chest while still maintaining a proportionate structure. He is built for endurance and power and it shows in his prowess. His eyes are large and almond-shaped, lively and vibrant and filled with a golden colour that is not unlike the sun's rays. His coat contains a distinctive ticking pattern which may be considered rather exotic but is very much common for his breed. He is primarily a deep ruddy coloration, each strand of hair tipped with a darker shade of reddish brown and becoming nearly black along the ridge marking on his spine. He is incredibly sleek and short-haired, the majority of it rather rough to the touch but lightening and becoming much softer on his underbelly and chest. He has distinctive cream-coloured markings around his eyes, almost resembling faint tabby markings.

•Personality•
Helios is remarkably brave, perhaps to the point of stupidity, for he doesn't appear to harbour the type of fear that will prevent him from making potentially fatal decisions. He'll always be the first test the waters and question the limits, which can either be quite troublesome or surprisingly helpful. He excels at combat and enjoys fighting, but he won't engage in war without a righteous cause; cruelty is only to be spared to those who truly deserve it. On a personal level, Helios is quite bold and sarcastic. His charm is witty and contagious, but not without a sharp-tongue, and it isn't uncommon for Helios to unintentionally offend someone when attempting to lend some humour. Emotion is difficult for him to shield and it displays itself vividly; particularly anger and grief. He can't wear a facade to save his life, and has a difficult time abandoning grudges.


•Backstory•


•Family•
Hyperion (father, deceased)
Theia (mother, deceased)

•Other Relationships•
Open for Relationships.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?
__________________________

•Name•
A p h r o d i t e .
Goddess of Love and Beauty.

•Age•
2 Years, 6 Months Old.

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Pansexual | Panromantic.

•Rank•
Hunter.

•Breed•
Oriental Siamese.

•Census Description•
A pretty, lithe white female with onyx coloured points and large almond-shaped blue eyes.

•Appearance•
A feline who's appearance can attract quite easily, Aphrodite is an embodiment of feminism and allure. She is sophisticated and elegant, her limbs long and slender and ending in a pair of dainty feet. Her facial features are well chiseled and angular, overall very sharp and striking. Her ears are wide-based but end in tall points, slightly round at the tips. Her eyes are exotic in appearance with their narrow almond shape, filled with a set of deep cerulean irises. Her structure is an intriguing concoction of sharp and pointed, and curved and smooth. Her coat is short and thick, mostly a creamy white colour. Her limbs and ears are seemingly dipped onyx, as well as her muzzle and a mask over her eyes. Being very lightweight and petite, the oriental excels at hunting and is incredibly precise with her movements and swift on foot. She is composed of flexibility and stealth, but certainly cannot put up much of a fight against the majority of opponents whilst in battle.

•Personality•


•Backstory•


•Family•


•Other Relationships•
Open for Relationships.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

•Name•
Apollo

•Age•
Six years

•Gender & Sex•
Male | he, him

•Orientation•
Homosexual | Gay

•Rank•
Hunter

•Breed•
Blue mackerel Tabby

•Census Description•
Apollo- Blue mackerel tabby with complex markings and yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
Picture optional, Apollo's markings are rather pretty, but his grumpy face and bulky body tend to put others off. His base coat is a light gray, almost white, but looks ash gray with his dark markings overlapping his body. His dark tiger stripes run the course of his body in an almost symmetrical pattern, other than his right side is just a bit higher. His paws and tail are tipped with the dark markings. His body is thick with muscle causing him to tend to intimidate others even though he is of average height. His pelt is littered in battle scars even though he is not that old.

•Personality•
Apollo is a quiet cat, but not a awkward uncomfortable silence, more like a comforting quiet often just sits and listens to others as they talk. While he is quiet he can talk someone's ear off if he gets comfortable with them, almost to the point where the other regrets talking to him. While he has these two sides of him, he's not and overly excited or boring tom cat, he's just there.

•Backstory•
Apollo was the second born in his litter, his older brother the first, his father never really paid attention to either one of them, always focused on his duties. Apollo's mother always took special attention to the two since their father didn't, due to this Apollo learned how to hunt at a rather young age. His brother on the other hand went off to be a gladiator. Others thought It was weird that he want to the hunting side since he was a larger cat, but once they watched him hunt they understood.

•Family•
Mother-{Passed on}
Father-{Open}
Older Brother-{Open}

•Other Relationships•
Will fill out when rp goes on

•Theme Song•
Not Today - BTS


•Other•
Him and his brother won't be close

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•Name•
Astraea

•Age•
Four Years

•Gender & Sex•
Female | She/her

•Orientation•
Pansexual

•Rank•
Gladiator

•Breed•
Maine Coon x Domestic Shorthair

•Census Description•
Astraea - A primarily white cat with spots of browns and orange.

•Appearance•
Astraea is a white haired female cat, her eyes are a sharp green that is full of fight. Her white fur does stick out and odd directions half the time rarely falling flat, unless it's wet, Due to her being a mutt she has random coloring on her half her face is white, her muzzle being a mix of orange and black, before the other side of her face falls into black under her eye. Above her eye it mixes orange and black, one ear is orange while the other is black. Astraea's front left paw has splotches of black, Her back left leg holds a dusty orange. All her paw pads are black. Her left side is a mix of browns and a dusty orange before it falls white once again. The rest of her is white.

•Personality•
Astraea likes to think she is a badass. She always is willing to go on a adventure and loves to play with others when they are feelings bored. She loves to give advise to others and tends to do rather good at teaching. While she's a good teacher, she doesn't know how to handle being told what to, then she'll get distracted by something and wonder off.

•Backstory•
Astraea's mother passed away not long after having Astraea, so she was given to a foster mother that had a litter of kittens. You could have picked her out from the rest in a heart beat and know she wasn't the queens kit, due to that she always grew up sorta on her own, while she did have two older brothers from her mother and father's first litter, they were three years older so they often were off doing duties and such. Astraea does try to get along with her foster siblings the best she can, but after her first father vanished she sorta went off on her own to do her own thing.

•Family•
Mother- {Passed on}
Father-{Missing}
Two older brothers-{Open}

Foster Mom-{Open}
Foster Siblings-{Open}

•Other Relationships•
Fill out as it goes in.

•Theme Song•
Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter

•Other•

•RP Sample•
Have we met? Do I know how good you are? If not or if you're unsure, provide me with an RP Sample

Source

•Name•
Erebus (Ere)
AIR-EH

•Age•
34 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male| Tom

•Orientation•
Straight| Heterosexual

•Rank•
Gladiator

•Breed•
Bombay

•Census Description•
Handsome, broad-bodied jet-black tom with calm golden eyes

•Appearance•
A handsome, broad-bodied, sleek jet-black male with a muscular yet graceful build. His eyes are a piercing gold that always have a calm look in their depths, but they burn with an intelligence that makes them eye-catching. He has short, velvet-like fur that covers all of his body, constantly ruffled yet well-kept. Though he cannot keep the strands of his fur from being rugged, there is a cleanliness about him that hints at slight vanity. Erebus' paws are large and sturdy, with hardened pads from years of walking amongst crumbling ruins and rough earth. His skull is wedge-shaped and wide, with a blunt muzzle and tall, slightly rounded ears. The male has a supple, streamlined silhouette, his brawny muscles lying just beneath the surface of his hide. They are quite obvious whenever he moves, telling of the years of gladiator training. His features are regal and intriguing, drawing the eye with his exotic look. Long legs give him height, an advantage whenever facing a smaller opponent. He is also heavy and somewhat large, leaning more towards the bulky side, straying slightly from the slender one. Erebus constantly holds his head high, an air of authority surrounding him, though he does not notice it.

•Personality•
This male could easily be described as diplomatic. He believes in thinking before acting, as well as discussing political views in a polite and calm manner. Erebus' temper is hidden behind a strong wall of distant coolness and a cunning mind. However, his anger is fierce when it breaks through, and despite having a personality that is attuned more towards strategy and deep thinking, he is a skilled gladiator. He loves to teach young cats all that he knows, enjoying the thought of molding their minds in any way possible, to help them grow and live. The tom has a strict appreciation and respect for life, and in regard to unneeded violence, he will scorn all that agree with it. Erebus is a mysterious male. He will speak his mind if need be, but often remains silent and listens to everything around him. He is always calm and level-headed, with an unbreakable sense of justice and a courageous heart. With a rather long patience, he is hard to anger, and doesn't let anything get on his nerves. Some would call him cold, but those that get close to him know that he is warm-hearted and compassionate, with a gentle nature and loving soul. Rather lonely, Erebus enjoys the company of others, and once he gets comfortable will talk for hours. He has a great sense of humor, and will try to make everyone laugh. When a member of the clan becomes sad, they can always come to Erebus for a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear.

•Backstory•
His parents were political creatures, with cunning minds and silver tongues, and he was born into that lifestyle. He and his siblings were respected and revered, so well-behaved that it was hard to describe them as kits. Not a tuft of fur was out of place, and their pelts always shined, lest they disgrace their mighty guardians. Playing was out of the question, as was mingling with cubs of a lesser degree, as his parents put it. But Erebus never understood his family's ideals, choosing instead to weasel himself out of the nursery often enough to make friends. He was scolded and cuffed constantly, but that never deterred the determined tyke, for he didn't fear what his siblings did. Perhaps he would have if his father's viciousness had been apparent. It wasn't long before Erebus' antics became too much for the warrior obsessed with being perfect. One night, when his son was sleeping, Hubris kidnapped the tiny creature, stuffing his muzzle with moss to keep his screams muffled. Fighting back against the huge male was useless, as his little paws and weak body did nothing. Hubris carried his offspring all the way to the border, dropping him unkindly to the ground. Not understanding what was happening, Erebus tried desperately to follow his father, but the gladiator only turned on him. As small as he was, he was also quick, and his speed allowed him to dodge what would have been a fatal blow. His nose bleeding and heart pounding with fear, Erebus fled into the night, only concerned with getting away from the threat that had once been his beloved sire. Weeks passed with him wandering aimlessly around the territory, growing weaker and weaker as hunger set in. Meanwhile, back at camp, Hubris fed the rest of the clan a story of unimaginable heartbreak. He told everyone that Erebus had snuck away in the middle of the night, and that he had found the little kit's broken body not long after. They mourned his loss, but eventually everyone moved on. That was until he stumbled home, weary and malnourished, his eyes hollow with pain. It took moons to nurse him back to full health, and when he was ready, he told his story. Due to his testimony, Hubris was chased from Iliad territory, branded a traitor by all that knew him. Today, Erebus remembers his father's hatred for him, but still carries a hint of the background that he was raised in.

•Family•
Hubris| Father- Unknown
Large gray tabby tom with amber eyes
Enyo| Mother- Deceased
Petite dusky black she-cat with yellow eyes
Zethes| Brother- Adoptable!
Pale silver tom with yellow eyes
Khione| Sister- Adoptable!
White she-cat with amber eyes.

•Other Relationships•
Open! PM me

•Theme Song•
N/A

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've met!

•Name•
Selene

•Age•
34 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Cisgendered Female

•Orientation•
Sapio- sexual and romantic

•Rank•
Mentor

•Breed•
Mixed, most identifiable breed is Egyptian Mau

•Census Description•
A smaller standing intellectual with piercing eyes and a devious smile.

•Appearance•

Selene has a thinner frame often making her seem (from a distance) taller than she actually stands, over all she's closer to the lower end of average height, not quite short yet. She has proportionately tall ears and a narrow-er face. Her eyes are a bright green, and her expression is usually one of calmness. Her tail is usually held in a "?" sort of shape as she walks. Selene is Polydatyl.

•Personality•
Selene tries to be funny, often failing at the attempts. She's isn't timid in the least though, often she'll approach others happily and with a purr. She always takes her time and assures all of the youngbloods of their progress and properly apply criticism when needed, she isn't the harshest of mentors often allowing youngbloods to get away with a bit more than they're supposed to. Selene is though very tentative on certain subjects especially about her family for she is guided by a VERY strong sense of family values.

•Backstory•
Over all Selene had a calm childhood, Themis was one of her best friends than but then as every cat must do she was apprenticed, and Selene couldn't spend as much time with her. Selene grew up as a more goofy kit, trying to be the clown of the family, but one day when her mother didn't come back, it hurt her deeply. It was when Themis really showed she was the oracle's apprentice is giving the sign that her mother was gone. Selene had jealousy at this time, she felt alone, and her sister's visions were unique, Selene hadn't been the funniest or much else, or so she felt. Selene was apprenticed to a Mentor, which was one role she truly fell in love with. She saw it as not only a chance to maintain who she is, but she could help others grow. And it truly resonates with her sense of pride to see a hunter she helped bring food back home, or a soldier to win his first spar. This had given Selene her sense of purpose.

•Family•
Theia: Mother (Deceased)
Unknown Tom: Father (Unknown)
Pythia-oracle


•Other Relationships•
~open~

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
Incase needed~

•RP Sample•
Not sure if needed because I provided one on my Trojan.

Source
2nd Source
•Name•
Hestia

•Age•
7 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female| She-cat

•Orientation•
Straight| Heterosexual

•Rank•
Youngblood

•Breed•
Bengal

•Census Description•
Pretty dark golden tabby she-cat with icy green eyes

•Appearance•
Pale green eyes peer out from a delicately formed face. They are like ice, but hold a smoldering flame of passion and determination that can put others off. Her fur is like flames, mottled with darker tabby markings and coal rosettes, fading into a paler golden underside that provides even more contrast to her pelt. Hestia's form is athletic and slender, with long legs and small, dainty paws. The female's musculature is lean rather than bulky, and she relies more on speed and agility rather than brute strength. There's still a possibility that she could grow larger, but her size hints at a smaller height and weight. With a wedge-shaped skull and tall, pointed ears, her looks are exotic and alluring. Her muzzle is round and blunt, tipped with a dark pink nose spotted with black markings. She has a fluffy look about her, as if her hide would be as soft as a cloud, despite the rather short length of the hairs. Overall, she is an attractive she-cat, with a beautiful visage and pretty features.

•Personality•
Outgoing and friendly, it would be hard for anyone to dislike the fiery she-cat. She draws others in with her kind nature, able to thaw even the coldest of hearts. Hestia is brave and welcoming, standing up to those that she thinks are committing an injustice is easy for her, and she doesn't even have to think twice about it. Although stubborn and slightly hot-headed, the she-cat can command her anger well, and only takes it out on others when she believes they deserve it. With a strong moral code and an unbreakable loyalty, Hestia takes rules very seriously, and tries her hardest to train and follow all of the rules. She respects authority without fail, and looks upon her Empress with awe and admiration. She makes friends easily and would protect her loved ones and those she cares for without batting an eye, no matter the enemy.

•Backstory•
Her story is a cliche one. Born to two normal cats, one a hunter and one a sentry, the small kit never imagined she would train to be a gladiator. Her parents had no ambition, they were content with their lives, and didn't understand their daughter's desire to protect the entire clan. Though they supported her no matter what, it was her father that truly got behind Hestia's goals. From the moment she was born, the tom realized that she was meant for something greater, that the fire in her heart was special. He would put down any that doubted her, protect her from any harsh words that might have reached her ears. Despite this, her mother would relay messages from others in the clan, hoping that maybe if her only child heard what doubters said, she would change her mind. It didn't work. A rift grew between the two, and Hestia remained kind albeit it distant towards her dam. To this day, they rarely speak.

•Family•
Theseus| Father- Alive Adoptable!
Golden tabby tom with green eyes
Demeter| Mother- Alive Adoptable!
Cream tabby she-cat with blue eyes

•Other Relationships•
Open! PM me!

•Theme Song•
Walk Through the Fire- Zayde Wolf ft. Ruelle

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've Met!