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Description
|General Information|

Name: Domitia
--Meaning: Lord
----Nickname/s: None
------Name given by owner:

Sex: Female
--Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Jaguarundi

Age: 3 years old
--Current Age: Young adult
--Starting Age: Young adult
--Joining Age: Young adult
--Date of Birth: Oct 14th 44 bc
----(Created in -- 6/24/2020)

Affiliation: The city
--Past affiliations N/A

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Rank: Colosseum Fighter
--Past ranks

|Appearance|

Description: Domitia is a dark feline with a very long tail and relatively short legs. She has a very muscular build with powerful haunches perfect for leaping and climbing. Her dark pelt is riddled with both hidden and visible scars, showing her experience plainly.

--
--Length: 3.8 feet
--Height: 1.6 at shoulder
--Weight: 30 pounds

Scars:
Most prominent are her eye scar (Caracal) shoulder bite (lion) and leg scar (Leopard)

Disorders:
Gigantism

Traits:
--Dominant traits (50%)

Dark fur, Freckles, Large size, Small ears, Long tail.

--Recessive traits (25%)

Gold eyes, Red fur, Short legs, Long body, dark sclera.

--Carrier traits (5%)
Lavender eyes, Albinism, big paws

Items:
A thick red leather collar with a large brass ring and accented with a Tiger tooth.

|Training|

Mentor: None
--Past Mentor/s: Lye (caracal)
Apprentice: None
--Past Apprentice/s: None

Stats
--Stealth:
--Strength:
--Stamina:
--Speed:
--Defense:
--Intelligence:

|Personality|

Stoic|Wise|Maternal|Ambitious|Cynical|Arrogant|Vindictive|Stubborn|Sharp-Tongued|

-Stoic-

It is fairly plain to see that Domitia is a cat of very few words, she doesn’t feel like she needs to use words to get her points across. No matter what hardship comes her way, she always takes it with a stern face and a nod, not showing much emotion at all. This trait has always been a part of of her persona, but it was exaggerated by her mentor, who insisted that her being an unmoving stone was the only way she would survive the pit. Emotions cause you to make mistakes, no matter what emotion is being shown, love, sadness, anger, they are all distractions.

-Wise-

The small feline was forced to grow up before her time, so with that she developed into an ‘old soul’, certainly becoming wise beyond her years and offering advice to whomever needed it. Her knowledge of battle is one of an aged war hero, this is a trait that she got from her father before he left. That being said, she is full of helpful advice no matter what the problem is.

-Maternal-

This is a lesser known trait for the gruff female, she can’t help but feel quite motherly towards other cats, albeit a more possessive protective sense of the word. If she finds you pitiful, no matter what age, she will insist on teaching you how to better protect yourself and adopt you as her own. That mean nothing will touch you, if she has anything to say about it.

-Ambitious-

She is determined to rise to the top of fame, to be the best colosseum fighter she can possibly be, and she will do anything to do that. She has fought friends, enemies and strangers to survive, and she will not be denied the rewards for her hard work. This is a trait she gained from her mother and her mentor, who pushed her to do better no matter what.

-Cynical-

The feline doesn’t have the most positive outlook on life, which perhaps contributes to her realistic expectations from anyone or anything. She doesn’t see the joy in things, emotions are a distraction from the fight that she could not afford and she was in a constant battle. She hardly sees how someone could be good, or truthful, but that doesn’t mean she can’t respect other felines.

-Arrogant-

It is VERY clear that she is confident in her ability, she hardly ever shows concern that she will lose, even against foes many times her own size, which is a trait that only makes her more intimidating. She isn’t afraid of boasting about her victories while knocking other felines down a peg, its just a part of her nature.

-Vindictive-

Domitia holds a grudge. Hard. It is seldom that she forgive someone for something, especially if she loses to another feline. She will do everything to right a wrong done to her or to someone under her protection. There are no second chances and no forgiveness, you get on her bad side you are there for life.

|History|
Background Information


Domitia was born to two Jaguarundis on a moonless night, in the stable of their master’s house. She was bred from two strong fighters, but she was the smallest of the six cub, and her mother feared she may not survive the night. The little cub had yet to open her eyes when their master took a knife to all of their ears, swiftly slicing a section off as a sort of brand, one that her mother and father both possessed. The little one squealed, but the pain was soon forgotten. After a few close calls, she made it past her most vulnerable days and grew stronger.

Domitia remained much smaller then her siblings until she was brought to her mentor, a spunky caracal named Lye, suddenly shooting up in both size and skill. It was found that she had inherited gigantism, and while that still only made her slightly larger then her siblings, she used this to her advantage, gaining the knowledge necessary to defeat larger enemies and the size to overpower smaller ones. It was near the end of her training that her master passed away, leaving his cats to be sold to new masters, but during the confusion, her father and two of her siblings escaped the city to join the empires. She never understood why they left to be with the ferals, here in the colosseum she had purpose rather then frolicking aimless in the wilds.

Her years brought many battles and scars, hardening her shell and only making her drive to defeat her opponents grow. The day she truly felt at peace with her lot in life, was the day her mother was slain before her eyes. Leaving nothing behind but a memory and a leather collar. She saw how regally her mother fell, she knew one day that she would follow, but not before she took a few felines with her.

Roleplay History

|Extras|

Scent:
frankincense

Belief
--TBA

Theme songs
--TBA

Voice actor:
--TBA

Fears
Small spaces
Water
Fire

Facts:
- Domitia is closer to the size of a large Ocelot.
- She is very skilled at climbing and jumping.
- Her ear was sliced off by her old master as a way of branding when she was a cub, she doesn’t remember it.
- Her siblings are all significantly smaller then she is, even her brothers.
- Domitia has great respect for her opponents. Before and after fights.
- Her father and two siblings ran off to join the feral cats, which she has never forgiven.
- Nothing really surprises her anymore.

Likes
--Smell: Roses and grass
--Food: Boar
--Animal: Deer
--Place: Forest
--Time: Night
--Sound: Thunder
--Color: Red
--Words: Victory.

Dislike
--Smell: Burnt. Smoke.
--Food: Wine
--Animal: Squirrels
--Place: The beach
--Time: Noon
--Sound: Cracking
--Color: Sand color
--Words: Defeat.

|Relationships|

Family Lineage

Mate:
--None
Cubs:
--None

Father(Sire):
Amadeus
Mother(Dame):
Valeria
Siblings:
Sister (deceased) Titania
Brother Tobias
Brother Cicero
Sister Albina
Sister Hadriana

Roleplay example

rp with Friskusis 's Nettleblood and my Bearscar
The blood that flowed from the open wounds in Bearscar's chest sputtered as the dark cat chuckled again, knowing he had won. Winning was the only thing that gave the tom real joy anymore. Bearscar began stalking from the defeated warrior, grinning all the while as he thought of his queen. "You may go, but keep in mind that one day all of my apprentices, including Ghostsong, are to be presented to my Queen. I expect you to behave and show proper respect, runt." He rumbled in a low, guttural tone. It hadn't sounded nearly as serious any other time the dead tom had spoken, as the Queen's guard and advisor he took her affairs with other cats very seriously. The tom slowly turn his massive head to the smaller tom's position, his one good eye glowing now "You will find I am much more unpleasant when my Queen is disrespected." The big tom stopped about two fox lengths away from his apprentice, looking with ice cold eyes at him, waiting for him to speak.

Trackers

Relationship

Art, Role Play and EP Tracker

Wanted Status
Wanted for:
--Wanted status:
----Bounty:

Description
|General Information|

Name: Domitia
--Meaning: Lord
----Nickname/s: None
------Name given by owner:

Sex: Female
--Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Jaguarundi

Age: 3 years old
--Current Age: Young adult
--Starting Age: Young adult
--Joining Age: Young adult
--Date of Birth: Oct 14th 44 bc
----(Created in -- 6/24/2020)

Affiliation: The city
--Past affiliations N/A

-
Rank: Colosseum Fighter
--Past ranks

|Appearance|

Description: Domitia is a dark feline with a very long tail and relatively short legs. She has a very muscular build with powerful haunches perfect for leaping and climbing. Her dark pelt is riddled with both hidden and visible scars, showing her experience plainly.

--
--Length: 3.8 feet
--Height: 1.6 at shoulder
--Weight: 30 pounds

Scars:
Most prominent are her eye scar (Caracal) shoulder bite (lion) and leg scar (Leopard)

Disorders:
Gigantism

Traits:
--Dominant traits (50%)

Dark fur, Freckles, Large size, Small ears, Long tail.

--Recessive traits (25%)

Gold eyes, Red fur, Short legs, Long body, dark sclera.

--Carrier traits (5%)
Lavender eyes, Albinism, big paws

Items:
A thick red leather collar with a large brass ring and accented with a Tiger tooth.

|Training|

Mentor: None
--Past Mentor/s: Lye (caracal)
Apprentice: None
--Past Apprentice/s: None

Stats
--Stealth:
--Strength:
--Stamina:
--Speed:
--Defense:
--Intelligence:

|Personality|

Stoic|Wise|Maternal|Ambitious|Cynical|Arrogant|Vindictive|Stubborn|Sharp-Tongued|

-Stoic-

It is fairly plain to see that Domitia is a cat of very few words, she doesn’t feel like she needs to use words to get her points across. No matter what hardship comes her way, she always takes it with a stern face and a nod, not showing much emotion at all. This trait has always been a part of of her persona, but it was exaggerated by her mentor, who insisted that her being an unmoving stone was the only way she would survive the pit. Emotions cause you to make mistakes, no matter what emotion is being shown, love, sadness, anger, they are all distractions.

-Wise-

The small feline was forced to grow up before her time, so with that she developed into an ‘old soul’, certainly becoming wise beyond her years and offering advice to whomever needed it. Her knowledge of battle is one of an aged war hero, this is a trait that she got from her father before he left. That being said, she is full of helpful advice no matter what the problem is.

-Maternal-

This is a lesser known trait for the gruff female, she can’t help but feel quite motherly towards other cats, albeit a more possessive protective sense of the word. If she finds you pitiful, no matter what age, she will insist on teaching you how to better protect yourself and adopt you as her own. That mean nothing will touch you, if she has anything to say about it.

-Ambitious-

She is determined to rise to the top of fame, to be the best colosseum fighter she can possibly be, and she will do anything to do that. She has fought friends, enemies and strangers to survive, and she will not be denied the rewards for her hard work. This is a trait she gained from her mother and her mentor, who pushed her to do better no matter what.

-Cynical-

The feline doesn’t have the most positive outlook on life, which perhaps contributes to her realistic expectations from anyone or anything. She doesn’t see the joy in things, emotions are a distraction from the fight that she could not afford and she was in a constant battle. She hardly sees how someone could be good, or truthful, but that doesn’t mean she can’t respect other felines.

-Arrogant-

It is VERY clear that she is confident in her ability, she hardly ever shows concern that she will lose, even against foes many times her own size, which is a trait that only makes her more intimidating. She isn’t afraid of boasting about her victories while knocking other felines down a peg, its just a part of her nature.

-Vindictive-

Domitia holds a grudge. Hard. It is seldom that she forgive someone for something, especially if she loses to another feline. She will do everything to right a wrong done to her or to someone under her protection. There are no second chances and no forgiveness, you get on her bad side you are there for life.

|History|
Background Information


Domitia was born to two Jaguarundis on a moonless night, in the stable of their master’s house. She was bred from two strong fighters, but she was the smallest of the six cub, and her mother feared she may not survive the night. The little cub had yet to open her eyes when their master took a knife to all of their ears, swiftly slicing a section off as a sort of brand, one that her mother and father both possessed. The little one squealed, but the pain was soon forgotten. After a few close calls, she made it past her most vulnerable days and grew stronger.

Domitia remained much smaller then her siblings until she was brought to her mentor, a spunky caracal named Lye, suddenly shooting up in both size and skill. It was found that she had inherited gigantism, and while that still only made her slightly larger then her siblings, she used this to her advantage, gaining the knowledge necessary to defeat larger enemies and the size to overpower smaller ones. It was near the end of her training that her master passed away, leaving his cats to be sold to new masters, but during the confusion, her father and two of her siblings escaped the city to join the empires. She never understood why they left to be with the ferals, here in the colosseum she had purpose rather then frolicking aimless in the wilds.

Her years brought many battles and scars, hardening her shell and only making her drive to defeat her opponents grow. The day she truly felt at peace with her lot in life, was the day her mother was slain before her eyes. Leaving nothing behind but a memory and a leather collar. She saw how regally her mother fell, she knew one day that she would follow, but not before she took a few felines with her.

Roleplay History

|Extras|

Scent:
frankincense

Belief
--TBA

Theme songs
--TBA

Voice actor:
--TBA

Fears
Small spaces
Water
Fire

Facts:
- Domitia is closer to the size of a large Ocelot.
- She is very skilled at climbing and jumping.
- Her ear was sliced off by her old master as a way of branding when she was a cub, she doesn’t remember it.
- Her siblings are all significantly smaller then she is, even her brothers.
- Domitia has great respect for her opponents. Before and after fights.
- Her father and two siblings ran off to join the feral cats, which she has never forgiven.
- Nothing really surprises her anymore.

Likes
--Smell: Roses and grass
--Food: Boar
--Animal: Deer
--Place: Forest
--Time: Night
--Sound: Thunder
--Color: Red
--Words: Victory.

Dislike
--Smell: Burnt. Smoke.
--Food: Wine
--Animal: Squirrels
--Place: The beach
--Time: Noon
--Sound: Cracking
--Color: Sand color
--Words: Defeat.

|Relationships|

Family Lineage

Mate:
--None
Cubs:
--None

Father(Sire):
Amadeus
Mother(Dame):
Valeria
Siblings:
Sister (deceased) Titania
Brother Tobias
Brother Cicero
Sister Albina
Sister Hadriana

Roleplay example

rp with Friskusis 's Nettleblood and my Bearscar
The blood that flowed from the open wounds in Bearscar's chest sputtered as the dark cat chuckled again, knowing he had won. Winning was the only thing that gave the tom real joy anymore. Bearscar began stalking from the defeated warrior, grinning all the while as he thought of his queen. "You may go, but keep in mind that one day all of my apprentices, including Ghostsong, are to be presented to my Queen. I expect you to behave and show proper respect, runt." He rumbled in a low, guttural tone. It hadn't sounded nearly as serious any other time the dead tom had spoken, as the Queen's guard and advisor he took her affairs with other cats very seriously. The tom slowly turn his massive head to the smaller tom's position, his one good eye glowing now "You will find I am much more unpleasant when my Queen is disrespected." The big tom stopped about two fox lengths away from his apprentice, looking with ice cold eyes at him, waiting for him to speak.

Trackers

Relationship

Art, Role Play and EP Tracker

Wanted Status
Wanted for:
--Wanted status:
----Bounty: