Post by roseatea on May 19, 2018 19:06:30 GMT
MOSS
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BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Moss (formerly Max)
Gender: male (he/him)
Age: 23 months
Sexuality: demisexual
Affiliation: patria
Residence: patrian cottage
Rank: citizen
PERSONALITY
Appearance: Moss is a small tom with short, thin fur that is an off-white color with dark blotches. he has many oriental-esque features, suggestion he has oriental genes in him, with lanky limbs, long features and large ears. both his long ears and his bobtail are sources of self-consciousness for him, though he won't admit it. the most noticeable feature of moss's is his startlingly pale green eyes, which stand out and can even be considered unnerving.
General Description: This doesn't need to be super long, just a brief kind of description to how your character acts around others.
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Worst Fear: What keeps your character up at night? Optional
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FAMILY
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HISTORY
- old family
deep in the wilderness, far from where the colonies or any other groups of feral cats resided, lived a very large family. there was a mother and a father who loved each other very much, with many litters of children ranging from adults to newborns, who were all close and cherished each other. at least, that's how it should have been. while it is true the parents were, at one point, deeply in love, you wouldn't be able to tell with a stranger's eye. with five litters born to them, something was always happening, someone always needing something. it's no surprise things ended up as they did.
Max was born into this family with two sisters. they were directly in the middle of the age range; with two litters of older siblings, and sooner or later two litters of younger. ever since the beginning it was clear max wasn't as valuable in his parent's eyes as his other siblings. being the runt of his litter, along with seven other siblings who all needed their parents' attention as well, it's not surprising that the two began to pick and choose who to support. after all, why bother with a child who will just disappoint you?
and so began the neglect that started it all. seeing his siblings get more attention and support than he, even being blatantly ignored by his parents, anger and jealousy began to fester within Max. he would begin to isolate himself, talking back against his parents and siblings and outright disobeying them. however, these actions only made things worse. his father grew angry with his son's actions, and began to pay more attention to him, but not in the way Max would have wanted. it started with cuffs over the ears or sharp words, but before long Max would go to sleep with skin prickling in pain, words echoing in his ears that only served to increase his anger towards his family. over the months scars began to scatter his skin, cheeks and ears and shoulders and even his flank crisscrossed with little lines. but did his family do anything about it? did his older siblings notice? did his mother try to stop his father? no. and one day, Max decided he had enough.
- leaving family
it was a stormy night when Max decided to take action. his father was "out", claiming he was going hunting but it wasn't unlikely he was knocking up some she-cat he would happen to run across. his siblings were all huddled together under an outcropping of rock, sleeping in close proximity to conserve heat. when he was sure they were all asleep, Max got up from where he was sleeping away from them, and began to leave. his mother, who had been sleeping with his siblings, called his name; Max paused a moment, looking back at her. her eyes were sorrowful and filled with guilt, with a spark of worry. after all, her son of only ten months was leaving them. but why now? why was she showing worry and guilt for her actions -- or rather, her inaction -- when it was too late? Max didn't spare her any more than a glance, before whisking off into the storming night.
that is a night Max will always remember, no matter how hard he tries to forget. the storm was violent, and under any circumstances he shouldn't have been able to survive. in that moment, Max wasn't sure if he even wanted to. most of that night is a blur in his memories, but he remembers the vivid crashes of lighting and thunder, the horrid howling of the wind whipping the branches and leaves, the crack as a nearby tree began to fall, ready to crush anything that was unfortunate enough to be under it. the slick mud that caused him to stumble every other step, the crushing feeling that came every time of wanting to not get up, let the storm win. the fear that propelled him forward despite these desires. and, eventually, the storm passed. he had woken up under the shelter of a fallen tree's roots, the land around him scarred from the great natural battle. sunlight filtered down through the trees, and birds chirped. Max had no idea where he was. but he wasn't "home", and that was enough.
- stumbling across patria / ill
- officially joining patria
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