𓃠 - Live's Lair of Cats - 𓃠

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『 BASICS 』​

▣ ⋯ Names ⋯ Crowflight​

▣ ⋯ Gender ⋯ Male​

▣ ⋯ Build ⋯ HERE​

▣ ⋯ Place ⋯ HERE​

▣ ⋯ Nature ⋯ Domineering​

▣ ⋯ Mate ⋯ HERE​

▣ ⋯ Color ⋯ #fde801​

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『 PERSONALITY 』​

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『 FEARS ▣ LIKES ▣ DISLIKES 』​

▣ ⋯ Fear ⋯ Blurb​

▣ ⋯ Like ⋯ Blurb​

▣ ⋯ Dislike ⋯ Blurb​

『 RELATIONS 』​

▣ ⋯ Name ⋯ Relation ⋯ Owner​

『 STORY 』​

▣ ⋯ History ⋯ He was born to a very proud and strong set of parents. Though loving wasn't really a word that could be used to describe either of them they trained and expected great things from each of their kits. As their first born their superior ideals were pounded harder into his head than the others and he took great pride in proving his parents correct. They were a small but strong group that held their territory with intense fervor.
Though as he grew his ideals shifted slightly as he watched his siblings die, vanish, or otherwise become unfit disasters one by one. The weak were taken by predators or to the claws and teeth of inferior cats. Even the stronger of his many siblings were taken by illness or the monsters that roamed the thunderpath.
He even witness the crushing of one of his sister's noble spirits directly at the hands of the two legs. Becoming soft, lazy, and worthless from their mind and spririt breaking horrors.
Then he watched his parents fade as age caught up to them. He learned much more from them even as he took over their roles and cared for them. They still held their noble spirits and he was proud to have been their child. And he promised them that he would never forget them, their teachings, and their noble spirits would forever remain with him.
After their passing he had nothing to force him to remain in their home, but he loved it and even alone he would protect it from invaders while he worked on ideas of how he could truly live up to and maintain the legacy of his parents.​

『 RECORDS 』​

▣ ⋯ RP ⋯ Link​

▣ ⋯ DP ⋯ Link​

 

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『 BASICS 』​

▣ ⋯ Names ⋯ Soul​

▣ ⋯ Gender ⋯ Male​

▣ ⋯ Build ⋯ Tall, Lanky​

▣ ⋯ Place ⋯ Wandering Ghost​

▣ ⋯ Nature ⋯ Spirited​

▣ ⋯ Mate ⋯ Plots in the work​

▣ ⋯ Color ⋯ #898283​

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『 PERSONALITY 』​

▣ ⋯ Vivacious ⋯ Typically lively and energetic. He's animated in his communications especially when seeing or learning new and interesting things. He'll get invested in things with genuine childlike wonder.​

▣ ⋯ Refined ⋯ When 'on the job' so to speak he takes things seriously and though you can still find his emotions all over his face, he knows when to drop his more silly antics and give certain situations the proper respect they deserve.​

▣ ⋯ Empathetic ⋯ He's got a soft spot in his heart and though he recalls little of his own life, he takes personal genuine interest and compassion for those that he will watch over or interact with.​

▣ ⋯ Curious ⋯ Be it an inborn part of his nature or something he gained after his passing, he loves to find, discover, do, and otherwise learn more about pretty much anything.​

▣ ⋯ Determined ⋯ It is nigh unto impossible to discourage or dissuade Soul from anything that he has decided to do. Harsh words, actions, or even logic and reason struggle to push against his stubbornness.​

『 FEARS ▣ LIKES ▣ DISLIKES 』​

▣ ⋯ Fear ⋯ Dark Woods ⋯ He's not sure why but something about it and the cats it houses set his fur on end.​

▣ ⋯ Like ⋯ Helping the dead and dying ⋯ He enjoys and takes great pride in being there for a cat in their final moments or helping other spirits find their way. It is is self given duty and it means the world to him.​

▣ ⋯ Dislike ⋯ Disrespecting the dead or dying ⋯ Nothing really pisses him off more or quicker than disregarding or disrespecting those that are dead or dying.​

『 RELATIONS 』​

▣ ⋯ Bone Keeper ⋯ Plot Friend/Mate ⋯ Blinded By Silence​

『 STORY 』​

▣ ⋯ History ⋯ He cannot recall much about the time he spent among the living. It has been so long that he forgotten even his own living name. He spends his days wandering and trying to find any, especially the living, to interact with. He is unsure why he feels compelled to seek the dying and be with them in their final moments or help lost sprits find their places. But it feels right and good so he clings to and completes these tasks as if they are the most important things.​

『 RECORDS 』​

▣ ⋯ RP ⋯ Link​

▣ ⋯ DP ⋯ Link​