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Update- Finished 12/32/14

Update- Added *locked* Personality traits. Plans for my character Development for him as he gets olders.

Update- Submitted to the group on 1/1/2015



.: B A S I C S:.


Name: Bastile


NickNames: Bas, Cen


Kit Name: Century


Age:  10-12 Months


Gender: male


Tribe: Shadow-tribe

  Current Tribe- Light Tribe, Declared Neutrality


Rank: Apprentice  Mineral Collector


Apprentice/Mentor:


Current: None

Past: None


Soulbond: N/a


Family:


Mother: Vera | Black-air| Unknown

Farther: Saturn | Black-fire | Unknown

Siblings: Hound | Black-water| Unknown
             Soilder | Black-air | Unknown


.: P H Y S I C A L:.


Fur type: Very soft and smooth. His fur has a silky feel to it almost like velvet.


Breed: Somali x Javanese mix


Build: Thin, tall and lanky. Bastile looks a bit like stilts strapped to a cat.


Eye Color: A light blue



.:S K I L L S:.


Unlocked Skills- Seeing in the Dark


Locked Skills- Sneaking Creep, Shadows Around Me 1, Disappearing In The Shadows, Shadows Around Me 2, Shadows Around Me 3, Walking Through Shadows 1, Walking Through Shadows 2, This Thick Armor, Illusions 1, Illusions 2, Area Of Darkness, Nulling


.:I N F O R M A T I O N A L:.


History:

[Show me Something Good] [The Heart Needs What it Needs] [Maybe This Was all a Big Mistake] [Tough it out and Move Along]


[Show me Something Good]


Late in the winter when the leaves were just beginning to grow and change and the weather was creeping into spring once more three young kittens were born. The parents however were not the ecstatic couple one would expect. They wanted kittens sure, in the future. The couple hadn't been mates long when these kittens were born. They weren’t ready, they didn’t know what to do with little balls of fur in the winter. yet what could they do? They had kittens and these kittens needed to be cared for.


They found shelter in a dense part of the woods that seemed to be a good hide out from the winter cold. They found a den in the base of a  tree and raised the kits there. Or mostly they watched them. There wasn’t much more that they did. Vera would feed her kits and then leave to hunt or explore, leaving them in their father’s care. Saturn was not much better. He would lay in the den with the kittens and sleep. If they fussed he would call for Vera, sometimes going to search for her and leaving the young kits alone and defenseless.


The older they grew the longer they were left alone. When they could walk and speak and see for themselves they saw their parents maybe once a day. The two cats would bring them food and then be gone again. If the kittens were lucky some nights their parents would return and spend the evening with their kittens. There was never much talk though. Vera and Saturn would gather the three into the den and shush them and settle down and sleep, not bothering to make sure that the kits actually stayed in the den or not.


When they turned six months old. Their parents left. Leaving Hound, Century, and Soldier alone. The two cats set out one day and didn’t return. The young cats would have to learn quickly, or they surely wouldn’t last long.

[The Heart Needs What it Needs]


They did learn quickly. The young cats learned every day. They hunted, failing their catches many times but slowly improving every day. They taught themselves to watch for danger. One would perch in the trees at night while the others slept and that cat would in turn sleep in the morning while the other two hunted for food for the three of them. They’re life became a routine one they could handle, once that wasn’t entirely too horrible.


However their new life only lasted for a short month. Just as they turned seven months Hound came to his brothers with sad news. He told them that he was leaving. he was going After his parents. Century was shocked. He didn’t understand why his brother would want to go after the cats that had left them to fend for themselves, had left them to die here alone in the woods. Soldier tried to reason with the cat but the tabby would have none of it. The three got into a huge fight, and it ended with Hound still leaving. But now it was on bitter terms with his brothers. Who didn’t understand his longing to know why it was that their parents never wanted them.


[Maybe This Was all a Big Mistake]


After their brother left Century began to grow apart from his remaining sibling. They feel back into a bit of a peaceful stance that didn’t last very long at all. Two weeks was all they could handle. They fought, really fought. it wasn’t just a word argument like they had with Hound before he left. The two cats got into a screaming argument that ended in teeth and claws.


Century fled. He ran from his brother. Ran farther than he had ever run before. He ran and ran and ran until he could no longer recognize where he was. He stopped when he collapsed and slept on the ground where he had dropped.


When the tom cat woke up he set out to find a place to make a life for himself. He stuck to the wooded areas, having known them the best out of all of the land terrains. He tried to settle down. For a whole month he tried his hardest. Yet Century was lonely. He missed the company of his brother, regretted running after getting in such a huge fight with him. Yet he didn't think there was anything he could do now. he couldn't go back, not after his attack, after the things he had said to Soldier and Hound. Perhaps he had made a mistake…


The tom spent his next month traveling. He never really stopped, only to sleep or eat. If he wasn’t doing one of those he was moving. He moved and traveled and explored until he ran into a  group of cats with colorful tattoos.


[Tough it out and Move Along]


Century had heard about the cats with colorful tattoos. A passing stranger had offered them the story when they were young kittens in exchange for a warm meal and a place to sleep, but seeing them in person was a bit of a surprise. These cats had wings etched into their backs, nothing like the black jagged outline on his face. He talked to them for a while before.. deciding that maybe this is what he wanted. What he needed. The tribes would be a change from his normal, they would be a fresh start. Some place where he could forget about the neglect of his parents, and the regret he felt at betraying his brothers. So on the third day of staying with this group he asked to join them.


They being air-tribe could not expect the shadow-tribe tattooed cat. But they were kind enough to lead them to the camp, to show him the way. There he was told about his choices. He could join them, become a member of this tribe and accept its ways and life choices. Or he could leave. Centurary was quick to get on board with them. He listened eagerly to the things he was told. The tom cat was excited for this new life. He was taken a day later to the council of Spirits where he waited their decision. The black shadow across his face turned, became a brilliant blue against his light fur color. As he turned to leave a name was whispered into his ears. You and Bastile. A new name for his new life. The tom cat raised his head with pride and gladly went forth to start his new life.  


Personality:


[ :bulletgreen: Trustworthy ] - Atleast, he tries to be. If he is told to keep something a secret it never leaves his mouth again, not even to the cat that told him it. If he’s asked to do something he does his up most to get it done to the best of his ability. he does his hardest to keep any and all promises that he makes with any cat. Though, no matter how much he tries he does fail sometimes. No one is perfect after all.  


[ :bulletgreen: Caring ] - Despite how he holds himself sometimes Bastile does truly care a lot about the cats he gets close to. They mean a lot to him, and he does his best to let them know it. Whether it be through just telling them to their face or collecting little gifts in the mines for his friends, or any way he can find really.  If his friends are hurt he tries to help them feel better, or even help take care of them. 


[ :bulletgreen: Puts Others First ] - He doesn’t like to be put first. Bastile is perfectly fine staying back behind the scenes while others get the attention. He will put others before his own needs as well. If he’s out hunting he likes to bring food to the nursery or elders. He likes to make sure others around him are fed and comfortable before he takes care of himself. Never having that before he joined the tribes Bastile wanted to change that part of himself and be a lot more caring towards others.


[ :bulletgreen: Kind Hearted ] - Another thing he knew he needed to change from hs parents when he became part of the tribes. He couldn’t he hard hearted and mean any longer. His experences helped him change. He forced himself at first to be kind, to be gentle and talk to cats with softer words and smiles instead of growls and curses. He wanted to be a better cat then his family. So slowly the tom’s forced behavior became natural. Bastile likes to speak kindly to his freinds, when he’s not being a sarcastic buthead.


[ :bulletgreen: Giving ] - The tom cat has this policy, that if he has something that another cat wants he will give it to them. Bastile is a very generous cat. For a little bit of cuddling he’d prety pretty much willing to hand over anything, even the necklace he had made for him when he first joined the tribes. Knowing that he’s made another cat happy makes this tom feel good about himself, and about the world around him.


[ :bulletred: Sarcastic ] - While Bastile has a rather soft and caring inside his outer shell is one that is very abrasive. One of the biggest parts of this shell is sarcasm. So many of the things that come out of his mouth are Sarcastic that it can be hard to tell when he’s actually being genuine. Sometimes his sarcasm if for a joke but most of the time its just what comes out of his mouth.


[ :bulletred: Proud ] - The tom cat is rather proud of himself. hes proud of the things that he’s done and the way that he’s changed. It honestly wouldn't be so bad of a thing if he didn't over do it. If he wasn't proud of himself to an almost obsessive level. He thinks almost everything he does is perfect. He’s taken his pride in himself too far. Bastile is not perfect, but he surely thinks he is sometimes.


[ :bulletred: Full of Himself ] - This could easily go along with his Pride. The tom cat is very full of himself. He thinks the things he does are flawless and that he has no faults. He doesn't see the abrasive parts of himself and is always confused at why any cat might be turned away from him because of it. He often thinks he is the best thing on earth, that he is the best cat to ever have walked across it. Little can change his mind.


[ :bulletred: Cocky ] - Bastile is rather full of himself so its only natural that the tom have a cocky side. He has an overconfidence in his actions. The tom believes that he can do anything and do it amazingingly. He has no problem saying this either. If a cat doubts him he will be right there to tell them off and do his hardest to prove to them that he can do exactly what it is that he says he can.


[ :bulletred: Impulsive ] - If the cat is challenged he wont hesitate to do it. It doesnt matter if its a simple thing like climbing a tree, or something more dangerous like challenging a fox or staying down in the mines after hours. He will be right there and will be doing it without a second thought. He doesnt really think about it in the first place, Bastile will just go for it.


[ :bulletyellow: Flirt ] - This could be considered part of his ‘abrasive outer shell’. The tom cat is a total flirt. It doesn't matter with what, gender age tribe its all matterless to him. If he sees something he likes he goes for it. he likes to sweet talk and call the cat nice names and compliment them. Though he never seems to go through with any one cat, just tends to bounce around from cat to cat.


[ :bulletyellow: Clingy ] - Though he may not show it past his abrasive outer shell this once this kit gets attached he gets really attached. He tends to begin to crave company, be it from one cat in particular or company in general. He hates to be alone. However he shows this trait the most when he is nervous because if a cat suddenly gets up and starts off Bastile will be right beside them. He tends to sit closer to cats and try and stay on their good sides so he can keep company.  


Lock Personality Traits- | Nervous | Apathetic |  Lazy | Soft Spoken | Cautious | Apologetic | Polite |



Relationships:


Chart can be found :HERE:


.: O T H E R:.



Sexual Information:

Orientation: He’S A KITTEN GUYS

Kittens: KITTEN

Past Mate(s): None

Current Mate: None


Trivia:

-He has a fear of water

-he likes darkness but hates anything thats to day, so nights were the moon is gone are out of the question for him

-ive had this dude done more months omg

-Somali and Javanese mix is my dream cat


Likes:

-Cuddling

-being groomed


Dislikes:

-Water in General

-New moon nights


Theme Song: 
Home - Gabreille Aplin
Headstrong- Trapt



.:R O L  E P L A Y  I N F O R M A T I O N:.



Prefered

-Notes

-Chats

-Skype


Never

-Comments


Roleplay Example-


From :icontheir-dark-eden:

Zayif didn’t remember passing out. In fact he hadn’t gone out completely, a few times he had, his world spinning and going black. The sounds the sights the smells all disappearing from his senses. When he started to come to the first time in was laying in the middle of the ground, he could smell rain, he knew he needed to get up, needed to move find shelter. His vision went out with that feeling. The second time a trickle of light came to his eyes he was being jostled back and forth by a fast moving creature underneath him. Something had picked him up and was caring him. His vision and scent didn’t come back to him this time, but he could hear the crunch of fast moving paws, the steady drip drip drip of rain against the floor, and the tiny whimpers of pain coming out of his own jaws as he was jostled and dripped upon by the acidic rain. He slipped away again at the stinging of it on his back.


The third time he really did begin to come to his senses then. The first thing he noticed was the cold stone he was laying on, hadn't he just been upon the back of a soft coated dog? he could have sworn he had been close to another, he left the warmed and the tickle of fur. Slowly the dog tried to pick its head up. He gave a groan of defeated when he couldn’t even manage that. Zayif made a noise, a half whimper half groan. He couldn’t feel his body, couldn’t get it to respond to his struggled movements, but he did manage to open his eyes. He blinked a few times before the world would focus and he could see what was going on around him. He was in some sort of cave, rain pouring down outside and pattering against the ground in harsh rough splats that didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. He heard breathing, the shifting of another animal settling down a few feet away.


Ah, this must have been the dog that saved him. Zayif raised his head, it was slow and struggled but he got it up from the ground and swung his head to look at the dog that had saved him. He had been saved? That was an even more baffling thought, but what he saw confused him even more. It was the white masked edener, the one that had chased him off from the stream bank. He blinked at him a few times before croaking out "Y-you brought m-me to safety?"

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AutumnBells's avatar
Aw I'm glad he got in! We should rp him and my character Meg sometime. c=