✮appearance: Sleek dark and pale grey spotted tabby. Dark grey head and tail, blue eyes. Sharp, spiky, Unkempt fur. Single slash claw mark on left shoulder representing rank.
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Nyx is a rather complex character, she can be extremely serious and intimidating at times while also being goofy and humorous?? Nyx's humour is a blend between disturbing and playful, she often makes light of dark situations in ways that can be both unsettling and endearing. She enjoys bantering and teasing anyone she comes across, this includes members of the Atari and intruders. Who says you can't have fun while fighting? Her dark sense of humour is also clear in her enjoyment of threatening others, not out of malice but more out of amusement at their reactions.
Despite her lighthearted demeanour, she has a well earned reputation as a formidable fighter who's confidence in battle borders the line between fearlessness, recklessness and bloodlust. Originally her joy for bloodshed was from her belief that every battle contributed to the protection of her 'family' now she just enjoys provoking fear in her enemies. She loves nothing better then a good old fashioned brawl! Shell even orchestrate some as a group event for the Claws to practice and the initiates to learn. Speaking of which, Nyx views the Atari not only as a group but as her family. She is fiercely protective of them and this extends not only to the crown but to all members from any background.
She is also considered to be very cocky and confident, which cane sometimes come of as rude expscially since she is unafraid to speak her mind and does so with blunt honesty that can be abrasive. Nyx is not one to hide her emotions, except when dealing with enemies. She wears her heart on her sleeve, her moods and feelings clear to those around her. She may not seem it but she is very caring, of course she'll push the intimidating and reckless warlord image only to keep respect. What kind of Claw of the Crown would she be if she was playing gentle with family? She doesn't shy from showing that she is kind and caring, but as said she doesn't make herself seem weak because of it. This openness makes her approachable to the rest of her group but when dealing with opponents she is careful to reveal true emotions and masks it with her teasing and playful nature. (Once again let me remind you, choas! Battle! Bloodshed! The three things she loves most /silly)
She believes in justice, in everything and that those that deserve punishment must receive one tenfold. Something that would make realise and regret their mistakes. She believes one must either die or kill for their family in order to show they care. She has a twisted live language, kill for her that's how you show you care.
Nyx past:
she was never born into a loving and caring family, never had a home or upwalker to care for her. The faintest memory she can muster is the smell of damp cardboard and brown soaking walls surrounding her, fluffy bodies around her size drenched in cold rain as the huddled together in a stiff cold pile. She can't remember who they were but they were gone before before she could open here eyes. That were she stayed for what felt like way too long, a damp cardboard box on the side of a road. Upwalkers always walking past and paying no mind to her, little shelter from the weather and constantly being victim to the loud noises of a busy city street. At first Nyx wasn't all by herself, a nice old upwalker used to come by and leave her food. The old upwalker called her Nyx so she took it as her name, sadly the old upwalker stopped coming and NYX was left to fend for herself. Alone. Again.
Originally she had been scared to leave the box, it was the only thing she knew but when she got hungry she had to force herself to leave and go look for food. Usually she never left the vicinity of the box but that didn't last long. On one occasion she returned to her 'home' only to find it was gone! An upwalker had moved it. Panicked she ran, where else would she go? She found a dank alleyway and stayed there the rest of the day. Alone. No home. Again.
Birds, birds were always a type of entertainment to her. She never used to hunt them, despite being hungry, she would fail to anyway. She thought of them as her friends, they always came to visit her but they usually stole her food. Maybe the weren't her friends. This day, unbeknownst to her, would be the start of her new beginning. She had spotted a bird she hadn't quite seen before, she was hungry and that bird looked very tempting. Hunger drove her to chase it, don't blame her she didn't know how to hunt! The bird flew away but never out reach almost like it was guiding her somewhere. Of course she didn't realise or even think about this, Nyx just wanted to eat it. Before she knew it she was running through soft and dirtier ground, the buildings around her were now trees. She had been so zoned in on catching this bird she hadn't realised she had ventured into the forest. She was so lost that there was no way she would find her alleyway and what was the point. There was nothing waiting there for her anyway. She was lost. Alone. No home. Again-
That was a lie, she had freedom and opportunities and a friend. This bird! She doesn't know how long she wandered through the forest and meadows but she never lost sight of the bird and the bird never left her. She taught herself to hunt mice, though it wasn't the best it was good enough. Hunting wasn't her strong point but fighting came naturally. She learnt this after facing a rat around her size, she killed it with a bit of effort. Food! Soon the bird brought her to rockier landscape, from afar she knew this as a mountain up close it was bigger than she thought. Venturing up into the land she had no idea what she was about to face or that she would finally find a home. A family. She wouldn't be alone. She wouldn't be alone ever again.
at this point in her life, Nyx was not completely hopeless. A domestic cat who depended on her owners to look after her- no. She knew how to fend for herself, her days on the streets were not just about her hiding and feeling sorry for herself. She had gotten into many fights with other cats over shelter, food even places to just sit. Her time wandering the forests weren't any better, she had to face off against threats larger than her. She had lived with some rogues and Loners from time to time but never long, it wasn't a family or a home. Just a group that stayed together to survive for another night. She learn a thing or too from experiences and the older strays she had met. So no, she wasn't completely helpless when she wandered her way into the mountains. She caught herself prey, wow amazing- honestly the mountains weren't as amazing as the bird had originally made her believe, she had stayed up there for moon without encountering anyone or anything other then the occasional hawk or rock snakes. That was until a particular storm.
Let's just say Nyx has trauma with storms, reminds her too much of her days spent in that rotting box on the side of that good for nothing busy road. She trudge through the rain, occasionally getting a fright to the loud bangs coming from the clouds or when the sky lit up. When the rain became almost too much to handle she made her way further into the mountains, further than she had before that when she met them. Cats like her but different, they called themselves the Atari and according to them she was trespassing. A young not as experienced cat against much older and more experienced cats? Well you don't have to guess how that went down. This interaction with Atari didn't make NYX bitter though infact it made her more intrigued. Cats living together? Fighting together? Surviving together? That's all she ever really wanted. Not to he alone. The next moon or so she spent watching them from afar, practicing moves she had seen them do. She quickly learnt that if she wanted to be part of this group of cats she'd have to prove herself. But how?
Well, there was this large bird called an eagle that lived on these mountains. Maybe that was enough to make them consider letting her join? So thats what she did. She trained, and practiced. She would kill and catch any hawk or bird that she saw, except her own friend of course, till eventually she thought she would be able to kill the eagle and what a coincidence. Her opportunity came a little unexpectedly. It had been a normal day, NYX had just finished hunting another Sankey, this mountain was littered with them. That's when she heard a cry, a very panicked wail more like it. Turning to face the sky she spotted the eagle flying away, and in its talons was a young kitten. He was ginger and looked terrified, without a second thought Nyx took off in the direction of the bird. Her training was completed, she wasn't ready to fight a bird this big but there was no way she was just going to let it eat this child.
Speed up the nearest tree she leapt at the bird, surprising it. It was huge, and she was to small. This battle was not in her favour but she had to try anyway. Suddenly the eagle was dragged down by another wait and then another? Atari cats had come to help her! With the help of the older cats they managed to injure the eagle and drive it off after retrieving the kit. His name was fallow, she later found out. The atari brought her back to their home and the crown themselve let her join but made her start at the youngest rank a young, despite her being so much older and probably old enough to be an initiate instead. She assumed it was because she was an outsider but she would earn her spot in this group none the less. Whatever made the crown let her join that day, whatever it was it didn't matter. All that matters was that that day was the day she became part of the Atari, her family and her home.
Nyx took her training very seriously, she wasn't part of the Atari bloodline. She wasn't pure and that always bothered her despite the fact she had lived here longer than she had as a stray. She made up for her lack of Atari blood with her till death loyalty and her fighting. Once she was made an Initiate she immediately decided she wanted to be a claw, every other role was just as important and interesting in its own right but to her; a claw was way more important. It was exactly what she needed- wanted to be. To die for her family, what better way was there to go? She found she enjoyed fighting quite a lot really and practiced it more than anything else. She constantly tried to join battles against other cats or outsiders. To spill blood for the crown, what an honour. She saw each death to her claws as a triumph for her family- the Atari.
Her first kill was by accident really, a stray like she had been. Young, lost. On their territory. It must have not heard her the first time when she told them to leave so she taught them a lesson. Killing them had been a mistake but none of the other claws or Initiates who had been there seemed to care. Instead they were congratulating her and insulting the dead cat saying they deserved what they got. Crazy but she liked it. That's when her bloodthirstiness started, it must have been the approval that sparked the flame and the adrenaline that caused it to become a wildfire. Now it was just an addiction. She proved her loyalty and place in the Atari a million times over before she even became a claw. Now she felt she had never been anything other than part of the Atari. This was her true family. Her home.
(only if chosen to be cotc) after so long of hard work and determination it all finally payed off. She was one with the Atari, she might as well have been born here. Her friends were like family, he'll the whole of the Atari was her family. She looked out for the initiates training the in her ways and looking out for the best in them. She may not have been a trapper but she enjoyed watching or hearing about how the did things. It was interesting and it was something her family knew how to do which means it was something she wanted to know how to do.
After a tragic accident the previos cotc had been killed, his death was mourned. Nyx had looked up to them, they were like the ultimate claw after all so when the crown chose her to be the next cotc imagine her surprise. She was baffled- honoured!!! She vowed to die for the crown and for their family because in her eyes they were her family and she would protect them till her last breath. She took the scar with pride and left to survive the night in solitary on the mountain. It had been awhile since she had been alone, he shoulder ached and bled but she ignored it. It was something to feel proud about. As the night stretched on her loneliness grew, it reminded her to much of her past nights she spent alone with no one to call family and nowhere to call home. It reminded of her much she had gained and with that gain she had so much to lose.
To much to lose....
She wouldn't lose.
She wouldn't let anything happen to the Atari.
To her family.
And with that thought that lived in her mind she realised, she wouldn't be alone ever again, she wouldn't allow it. She would kill anyone that was even slightly a threat. She was no longer a bird. She was an eagle and THIS was her nest.
plot/ role in plot:
Technically the very reckless and battle ready cotc/claw. Too ready to defend her family against even the smallest of threat. Battle equals fun! Logic and consequences, what is that? Depending on how her character develops through RP I will decide if I want her to join RC or not.
Rank: Claw of the Crown
As the rank cotc, Nyx has a more intimidating persona. She makes sure to show her dominance, her place in this family was built on the blood of her enemies and that was a reputation to uphold. She believes if one deserve a punishment that punishment must be bad enough for them to learn from it not just complain and move on. Her loyalty is undying, and the only way she would go out is by fighting or protecting the crown.
Fighting techniques and strategies she came up with: (ideas)
• poisoned claw: this one is pretty much on the nose. Nyx doesn't care about fighting with honour, all she cares about is winning whether it's foul play or not this she came up with the idea of putting poisons on one's claws. This strategy might seem wrong but it works, not matter how deep the cut is it can still cause a lot of damage considering he poison getting into their blood. her original idea was to cut the fangs out of vipers and use them as claws instead but she doesn't talk about that, that was a dumb idea...
•nature's claws: another battle strategy, this works better on surprise attacks or ambushes. Blending in with ones surroundings is a very good weapon if used correctly. Rolling in mud and leaves are good when attacking from trees, same goes for gravel since the rocky terrain is covered in it. Example: a few claws ambush the "enemy" from a direction causing the this "enemy" to flee in a certain direction where more Claws and Initiates would be lying camouflaged. To the "enemy" it would look like more of the Atari had just pounced out of the ground when attacked. Camouflage, very useful
•dive: this is a battle move used on slopes, pretty risky if not executed correctly. Pretty simple, claw/Initiate is on high ground, the leap towards their target, paws extended infront of them making a arrow kind of shape, barrel into target. Who might not be used to steep sloping terrain. Turn one self a fast as possible and use your own momentum to take you down the slope before stopping yourself. (I don't know to explain this one /w\)
Rank: Claw (2nd choice)
Technically she is exactly the same just minus the claw of the crown stuff.
Re: The Atari [Outsider Group for RiverClan Plot!]
"Who are you?"
.....
"I-I...
I'm KFC.."
Name: KFC [stand for: kelp-fisher-call, uh, definitely nothing else about that name]
*vine boom*
WAIT WRONG IMAGE-
Uh, here she is:
*vine boom**vine boom*
Desired Rank: Claw!
Age: 38 Moons!
Personality: Stubborn but loyal, if she's gotta do somethin', she's gettin it done and moving along. Absolutely despises thunder and is grumpy she can't do anything about it.
Once she tasted a bird called chicken when she was wandering, looking for more possible prey. She said: "it tasted delicious. marvelous. it's finger licking good. its /ɪkˌstrɔːdɪˈnɛː. You know, in my honor, I'm naming this KFC" Any bird she eats, she calls KFC.
......Oh? Whats this? Another quote? "You know, i saw Twolegs usin' these things too carry object. I call them "Buckets". And if i wanna carry along many birds? I can't exactly take a bucket, but if i did, it'd be with red stripes since red is cool" *vine boom**vine boom**vine boom*
me rn: please please please please please please tailow i am screaming begging on my knees-
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"Life would be so much better if only i were a gourd"
Re: The Atari [Outsider Group for RiverClan Plot!]
The devoted.
Raised to be the best trapper for Atari, Skrill, a devoted molly had done her best to stand out, to provide, to help. She believes her entire existence is to serve the Crown and The Claw of the Crown, following every order without hesitation. That was her role. Loyal to only them, she will serve until her very last breath.
The hunter.
Skrill hunts for Atari as much as she can. Her role is to hunt and trap, and she will do just that. "I was born and raised to be a trapper, so I shall."
Born with natural stealth and cunning, Skrill is one of the best, in her opinion.
Ladies and gentlemen, mollies and toms, I am proud to introduce, Skrill
Desired rank: Trapper
Age: 25 moons
Gender and pronouns: Female She/her
Personality: With a tendency to snap at anyone who gets too annoying or friendly, Skrill is full of spice and ready to spitfire insults at anyone. Despite her crude aditude to almost everyone, Skrill is devoted to the Atari and vows to serve it until her last breath.
A black medium furred molly with orange splotches on her face, orange tabby marks, orange eyes, and ear tufts.
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My characters thoughts and actions are not my own. They are simply roleplay characters and reflect nothing of my person and who I am.
Kat's anxiety has gotten the better of her ; so probably won't be able to finish this.
❝ Do you ever get tired of running through my thoughts all night? ❞
FLINT amab ; he/him
noun; a hard gray rock consisting of nearly pure chert, occurring chiefly as nodules in chalk.
adjective. showing unfeeling resistance to tender feelings.
synonyms; flinty, granitic, obdurate, stony hardhearted, heartless. lacking in feeling or pity or warmth.
CLAW OF THE CROWN
‘I see a song of past romance,
I see the sacrifice of man.’
Ruination comes in many forms. And his, was that his own flirtatious habits would backfire on him. Who would have known that something seemingly so simple and natural to him would eventually end in shutting his mouth forever.
Quote:
"Raccoonpelt?" The name was repeated, tone of voice sly. "How... original." And then, the mockery followed by a light laugh. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Don't take offense from my words. They mean nothing, besides, of course, what they mean."
All fairytales progress too fast, like a snowball rolling downhill, growing and growing and growing until it would crash into something at the bottom of the hill and scatter into a million pieces.
And Flint's very own fairytale was just beginning.
‘I see portrayals of betrayal,
And a brother’s final stand.’
"I'm sorry. I won't leave you. I promise." Soft murmured words as a silver tom cradles his sister in his arms, a well-practiced smile taking over his features. After all, he had always been the rock. He'd promised to himself after their mother's death to never let his sisters feel pain. And if this was the way his relationship with his forbidden lover had to end, then so be it. He could never let his sister, the young apprentice who could even pass for his daughter, down.
And what did a good father do? A good father never let his kin down, much unlike their own parent. For the rest of his life, he would always strive to be the father that he and his sisters had never had.
As night fell after that terribly fateful day, Flintfang couldn't help but feel plagued with guilt. Guilt, shame, fear, pain, and sadness merged into his state of being, turning the carefree tom into a grieving mess. Because that was what he was; A fool. He'd fallen in love with a ShadowClanner and assumed that no punishment would take place.
He'd gambled with the stars and lost.
Above all, so many emotions were tackling him in a single day that now they were leaving him numb, stripping his flirty nature and replacing it with a void of nothingness instead.
His whole world had been uprooted with a single death. That prospect shook him to the core. Flintfang had so many friends. So many cats he'd flirted with on a whim during his lifespan and not spared a thought of it later on. And yet, Flintfang had never truly realized that despite all this, he only let a few into his heart. His heart was a rotten, unspecial, moth-eaten thing, but it only truly belonged to those that Flintfang genuinely loved.
Lilyheart, Reedwhisker, Shimmerstream, Silverpaw, and Raccoonpelt. And now three of those cats were dead. Three gone from his life and never to return.
Fresh tears pooled at the RiverClan warrior's eyes at the reminder of Silverpaw's death, and all he could do was bury his face in his nest to muffle the sob and refrain from waking all those around him, sleeping peacefully in the warriors den. He would have tried to take up a chore such as guarding camp so that he'd not have to remember the day's happenings while trying to sleep, but even that had felt wrong. Trying to distract himself from his sister's death was unfair to her. He should not be avoiding the truth. Even sleeping while knowing that Silverpaw would never spend a day on the ground again felt wrong.
In the end, he was a shameless excuse of a brother. He had broken his promise to the cat who meant the most to him. For all it took was her death for him to turn to his lover, to seek refuge in their embrace.
Quote:
"I would follow you to the ends of the earth. You are my soulmate, my lifeforce, my fiber of being. My heart is shattered, and moth-eaten, and downright pathetic, but it is yours. Now and forevermore. I love you Raccoonpelt. I love you like I've never loved anyone else before."
That same all-encompasing love would be his ruination. His downfall. He just did not know it yet.
‘I see you on the brink of death,
I see you draw your final breath.’
Words.
‘I see a man who gets to make it home alive,
But it's no longer you.’
Words.
‘I see your palace covered in red,
Faces of men who had long believed you’re dead.’
Words.
‘I see your Tribe with a Clan who is haunting,
A Clan with a trail of bodies. (who?)’
Re: The Atari [Outsider Group for RiverClan Plot!]
" The heart has it's reasons...
Re: The Atari [Outsider Group for RiverClan Plot!]
heavy hearts, burdened souls.
