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Description
Name|| Brenson
Age|| 1 Year
Gender|| Male/Tom
Breed|| Burmese
Chaw|| Dark
Magic|| No
Job|| Shade (He is stealthy and dark)
Appearance|| He is as dark tom cat with even darker flecks on his pelt. He wears a pair of eyeglasses and has green eyes. He wears bands around his hind legs and forelegs. They are golden colored, with blue lace. He has a small dagger attached to his back, but barely uses it, and usually leaves it at home.
Faction|| None
Home #|| North Quarter, #10
Talents||
Exploring the lands, and finding new things.
Learning new stealth moves
Hanging around with friends and steering clear of those he dislikes.
Personality||
Surpessed Anger~ Brenson is always angry for some reason. It may be because he can sometimes be lonely, but he likes to be around those he likes.
Social~ He can be very talkative with those he chooses as friends. He views being a friend with him as an honor, and is kind to his friends.
Picky When Choosing Friends~ He is picky when he chooses friends. He wont choose any old cat, and likes to get to know a cat before he deems them worthy of friendship.
Un-entitlement~ Though he considers being his friend and honor, he has an overall feeling of un-importantness, like he has only a small purpose in life in the scale of things. However, he doesn't mind this.
Smartness~ He is very smart and is a natural survivor, with good street smarts and excellent book smarts.
History|| Brenson was born to two Darks, a she-cat named Cleo and a tom named Marden. He lived with them in #10, and they were both also Shades. He enjoyed his life, and always looked forward to the day he became a Shade also. He was sitting one day in his house, fiddling with a knife, when his parents came up to him and told them they were leaving. He watched the leaves fall outside, stared at his big paws, streycing them and extending his claws, absolutely silent. He said nothing for a while, and then turned to his mother. "Where are we going?" he had asked. She said, "Away." He asked her several more times, and that was all she said. Finally, she grabbed him by the scruff and took him into his den. She told him they would be leaving tomorrow. The next morning they got up very early, and Cleo told him to be very quiet as they stalked out of their house. Brenson asked once more, "Where are we going, mother?" to which she replied again, "away." He looked back at his home one more time. He realized he didnt want to leave. He wanted to grow up, become a Shade, and play with his friends and enjoy his life. He stopped, and his father looked at him. He looked deep into Brenson's eyes for what seemed like years. Then he turned to Cleo and whispered into her ear. She said, "Go.." and he turned around back into his house. He never saw his parents again, and raised himself. He is now a Shade, protecting the castle at night. He remembers his parents, and tries to due his duty as they would have wanted him to~
Additional Info|| He has a little nervous twitch of the tail, and loves oranges and grapes.
Relationships||
Love
Crush
Close Friend
Friend
Neutral
Dislike
Loathe/Hate
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Loki/Diablo ([link])~ I wandered onto this witch's territory once, and he totally snapped at me. Go figure. He was all cranky and stuff, and going on and on about how pampered I was. Remind me not to talk to him again...
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Leif ([link])~ Met this guy in front of the church, he was funny. Of course I had to make a fool of myself, so he probably thinks Im an idiot...
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Victor [link] Hes a nice guy, I'll admit it. Definitely worthy of being my friend. He has a nice sense of humor.
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Anastasia [link] She offered to pay for my drink and got friendly immediately. I like her (and her dance moves) *smiles*.
Roleplay Sample||
From City-of-Sundown Application~
Drip. Drip. Drip. The water fell from the leaking faucet on the second floor of the Cahaya house slowly and dependently. Zoe clawed up to the top of the sink. She reached her head forward, sticking out her toungue. The water wet her dry tongue, and the water felt good. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something flash. She spun around, water flying from her tongue. A dog… an infected dog was roaming in the dirt outside. Instinctively Zoe ducked and, building up strength in her haunches, she jumped up to a hole in the ceiling. She darted in the space between the ceiling and the next floor, intent on reaching a safer part of the building where the dog could not see her. She was shaking uncontrollably, and scolded herself:
“Zoe, stop terrifying yourself. The dog didn’t even see you!”
She found another hole in the ceiling, and dropped through into a dusty old room. She looked around. There were no windows, thankfully, and she realized she had never seen this place before, and wondered what purpose it could serve…
Brenson, Art © *ZanyZakku
Application, tGO © Whoever made it
Age|| 1 Year
Gender|| Male/Tom
Breed|| Burmese
Chaw|| Dark
Magic|| No
Job|| Shade (He is stealthy and dark)
Appearance|| He is as dark tom cat with even darker flecks on his pelt. He wears a pair of eyeglasses and has green eyes. He wears bands around his hind legs and forelegs. They are golden colored, with blue lace. He has a small dagger attached to his back, but barely uses it, and usually leaves it at home.
Faction|| None
Home #|| North Quarter, #10
Talents||
Exploring the lands, and finding new things. Learning new stealth moves Hanging around with friends and steering clear of those he dislikes.Personality||
Surpessed Anger~ Brenson is always angry for some reason. It may be because he can sometimes be lonely, but he likes to be around those he likes. Social~ He can be very talkative with those he chooses as friends. He views being a friend with him as an honor, and is kind to his friends. Picky When Choosing Friends~ He is picky when he chooses friends. He wont choose any old cat, and likes to get to know a cat before he deems them worthy of friendship. Un-entitlement~ Though he considers being his friend and honor, he has an overall feeling of un-importantness, like he has only a small purpose in life in the scale of things. However, he doesn't mind this. Smartness~ He is very smart and is a natural survivor, with good street smarts and excellent book smarts. History|| Brenson was born to two Darks, a she-cat named Cleo and a tom named Marden. He lived with them in #10, and they were both also Shades. He enjoyed his life, and always looked forward to the day he became a Shade also. He was sitting one day in his house, fiddling with a knife, when his parents came up to him and told them they were leaving. He watched the leaves fall outside, stared at his big paws, streycing them and extending his claws, absolutely silent. He said nothing for a while, and then turned to his mother. "Where are we going?" he had asked. She said, "Away." He asked her several more times, and that was all she said. Finally, she grabbed him by the scruff and took him into his den. She told him they would be leaving tomorrow. The next morning they got up very early, and Cleo told him to be very quiet as they stalked out of their house. Brenson asked once more, "Where are we going, mother?" to which she replied again, "away." He looked back at his home one more time. He realized he didnt want to leave. He wanted to grow up, become a Shade, and play with his friends and enjoy his life. He stopped, and his father looked at him. He looked deep into Brenson's eyes for what seemed like years. Then he turned to Cleo and whispered into her ear. She said, "Go.." and he turned around back into his house. He never saw his parents again, and raised himself. He is now a Shade, protecting the castle at night. He remembers his parents, and tries to due his duty as they would have wanted him to~
Additional Info|| He has a little nervous twitch of the tail, and loves oranges and grapes.
Relationships||
Love Crush Close Friend Friend Neutral Dislike Loathe/Hate/Loki/Diablo ([link])~ I wandered onto this witch's territory once, and he totally snapped at me. Go figure. He was all cranky and stuff, and going on and on about how pampered I was. Remind me not to talk to him again...
/Leif ([link])~ Met this guy in front of the church, he was funny. Of course I had to make a fool of myself, so he probably thinks Im an idiot...
/Victor [link] Hes a nice guy, I'll admit it. Definitely worthy of being my friend. He has a nice sense of humor.
/Anastasia [link] She offered to pay for my drink and got friendly immediately. I like her (and her dance moves) *smiles*.
Roleplay Sample||
From City-of-Sundown Application~
Drip. Drip. Drip. The water fell from the leaking faucet on the second floor of the Cahaya house slowly and dependently. Zoe clawed up to the top of the sink. She reached her head forward, sticking out her toungue. The water wet her dry tongue, and the water felt good. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something flash. She spun around, water flying from her tongue. A dog… an infected dog was roaming in the dirt outside. Instinctively Zoe ducked and, building up strength in her haunches, she jumped up to a hole in the ceiling. She darted in the space between the ceiling and the next floor, intent on reaching a safer part of the building where the dog could not see her. She was shaking uncontrollably, and scolded herself:
“Zoe, stop terrifying yourself. The dog didn’t even see you!”
She found another hole in the ceiling, and dropped through into a dusty old room. She looked around. There were no windows, thankfully, and she realized she had never seen this place before, and wondered what purpose it could serve…
Brenson, Art © *ZanyZakku
Application, tGO © Whoever made it
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