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Description
Name:
Ammone

Gender:
Male

Age:
3yrs

Rank:
Advizor

Breed:
Chausie / Colored point Short hair

Accessories:
Two silver upper arm bands, one silver and gold ankle band on right leg, and two gold and silver bands with chains connecting them.

Personality:
Overall, this tom is actually pretty laid back, even for one in his position. He likes to keep an open mind about other views and will take the time to carefully pick apart anothers idea. He is always weighing the pro's and con's of a decision, and he see's it as his job to find all the flaws in others ideas. He see's himself as a sort of truth finder. When an important choice must be made, he wants it to be made obvious what all could go wrong if it doesn't work, as well as what all good could come from i t. He believes no choice should be made unless properly looked at and one must be willing to accept the consequences of their actions and everything it entails.
He's calm and collective, although that should be apparent in not only his features but in how he holds himself. Live one day at a time, don't rush, take a few moments to feel the sand under your paw and the wind through your fur. These are things he enjoys and can often be found on his own in the garden just thinking. But don't let this easy-going attitude fool you into thinking he has much of a care for others. He views the world in a rather detached way, and so it's blatantly clear that he keeps himself emotionally from a problem or even from others. Because of this he has a trouble actually having friends, because without his emotional attachment to other cats, he tends to be too blunt with the truth and, as can be well known, the truth can hurt. And with this knife constantly in his arsenal, never thinking to sugar coat things or ever considering it, cats tend to keep away from him for fear they may be next on his almost barbed-like tongue.

Kin:
He doesn't talk about them.

Brief History:
Ammone grew up in a large family. He had four sisters and eight brothers, his parent's were rather high ranked nobles. He had been a quiet kit, being born in the supposed 'middle' of the groups of kits, he was a bit darker than his parents. But this wasn't a big problem, given that his parent's were almost never home. As this was the case for the large family, it was left up to the elder siblings and the help to raise the rambunctious group of children. Except for Ammone.
Early on Ammone found himself interested in the scrolls of politics in his father's library, having his teachers be surprised at how quickly he accelled in his studies. He didn't excel because he was a teachers pet or because he loved learning. He found all of the teachers subjects rather drab and boring. But he accelled merely for the fact that he could. None of his siblings took their studies seriously and so Ammone felt an almost polite urge to at least be the only student who actually payed attention and did what he was supposed to. And with a large amount of kids in one area, regardless of family ties or not, you can imagine what things were like for the young tom. Ammone soon found himself the brunt of 'bullying' from his siblings. Of course, they never called it bullying. They said they were keeping him from turning into a pansy and so berated him with their words and sometimes with their claws. The teachers were never around to see it, and when they saw the marks, it seemed they looked the other way. Even his parent's didn't do anything, they were always gone doing something and had no time for their children. And so slowly his sense of attachment to his siblings began to break, the emotional pain they inflicted on him toughening his soul and breaking any ties being family may make.
He grew older and his lack of emotional attachment to others became more obvious as his studies began to finish and his siblings continued to attack him in their pesky ways. He could talk circles around them, aim their hurtful words at themselves, made them judge themselves to a level that they merely turned away from him in shame. Even his younger siblings weren't safe from his pragmatic prodding and deliberate pointed words. It is said that his actions caused several of his sisters to run away and a few of his brothers to suicide, but they are only whispers and it seems to be a topic that one can not prove, although several of his siblings seem to have vanished mysteriously.
His father died during a political skirmish amongst the nobles, leaving Ammone and his siblings to step up and try to take his place. But why would his siblings be interested in taking the spot when Ammone was going against them? They already distrusted the tom and there was no love loss when he stepped up and worked for the position. With his quick wit, decisive comments and brunt speaking, he was quickly thrust into the advisor position once his training was done, surpassing other In-training's in the final test of skills.
Sine then Ammone has become more friendly towards others, more kind and compassionate one might say. But what is truly going on behind his blue eyes no one really knows.

Other:
No info I have as of yet, quirks and such will be added after finding out in RP

Relationships:
- Hate/loath
- Hostile towards/dislike
- Acquaintance/Uncertainty
- Friend
- Close friend/Practically family
- Crush
- Love

Role-play Example:
I was told I could post something from a different group so I went and grabbed a post I did in an rp.
Robinkit merely hissed, eyes narrowed. "You better not be lying to me, filth." She beat her wings for several seconds, trying to judge if it was telling her the truth or not. "The next time I see you, I'll be stronger. I wont let you survive." She beat her wings and flashed over the creates face, racking her claws against it's eyes and ears before turning swiftly and beating her wings back over the forest. She could see the desert ahead, and her wings beat harder then before. In the back of her mind she knew she was going to feel the stress she was putting on her body for the next week, possibly the next moon, but it would all be worth it if she could save Stormpaw. Hahna, in the back of her mind, was concerened for the she-kit, althought a slight malancholic amusement wafted from the she-cats presence. Perhaps the world has decided to balance things out between our lives and the lives of Rekkin and your friend. Robinkit would have rolled her eyes if she hadn't been intent on flying, her shadow racing over the trees below. Rekkin saved us all that time ago. Now it is our turn to save him. It's our destiny. Robinkit wanted to slash the she-cats face for being so weak willed and pathetic. "I don't care about Rekkin! Only Stormpaw. There is no such thing as destiny either, you idiot. There's only what we do now, in the present, that shapes our future. Not some devine god that could care less about us just toying with our lives." She snapped violenly. Hahna only went silent, her hurt radiating from her presence, but Robinkit ignored it. She looked down as she passed the river, feeling sick at the sight of the dead fish, a creature that hadn't needed to die in this world of wonder. The world had gone silent, the screaming no longer echoing. As if it was holding it's breath, waiting for Robinkit to either save it or destory it, and fear festered in the young cats heart. How could she not confront it and still save Stormpaw? Her young mind came up with nothing, and not even Hahna could come up with an idea. She could always just grovel to the Darkness to take her instead, and the idea sickened her. But what if it's the only way to save Stormpaw? She didn't answer the she-cat. She didn't want to think that. But the idea just kept ringing at her. Already the world had granted her so, so much power. While Stormpaw had none. The Darkness wanted power to rule over this place and cause havoc, which is why it went after Stormpaw. She swallowed nervously. If it wanted power, then it should go after her. In which.... In which.... You have to let yourself be the bait to let the Darkness come out and you can save your friend. Her blood froze in her veins as she began to pass over the desert. Bait. A sacrifice. Was that what she needed to do? ALready she could hear Stormpaw's pain echoing in her ears from her own realm. Her stomach dropped. Her realm was supposed to be a place of healing, not torture and death! She willed herself faster, breaking through the fading white and rainbow in record time, following the stone path to her realm, the sight of wilted flowers and a dry stream greating her eyes. She stared at it helplessly before flying to the hill, landing softly atop the hole in the ceiling and staring down, blue eyes wide. Stormpaw. Trapped. The creature meldiong with her. Her mind reeled with Disgust and fear. She closed her eyes, feeling a few small tears make their way out and fall into the hole, a small sparkle in the starlight if one could happen to notice. "I'm so sory, Stormpaw." She whispered hoarsly. She stepped over the edge, floating down slowly, eyes filled with pain but intent on what she was doing. She landed on the crystal quietly, looking down at the Darkness and pulled her head back slightly. "Hey, Darkness. YOu want power, right?"" She flicked her tail. "If it's true, then you're after the wrong cat. Stormpaw has no power here. I do. If you let her wake up, without any of your taint, I'll... I'll.." Robinkit! Don't do it! She slammed Hahna away. Her tear drops left small trails down the Crystal, the cold beneath her paws feeling like her heart. "I'll let you take me without a fight." She finally meowed, giving Stormpaw a single look. She tried to send every thought, every feeling, every once of love she had for the apprentice into the short gaze before turning back to the Darkness, lowering herself to her belly and willing her wings away. "Stormpaw has no powered here because the world didn't trust her, because you had a piece of her old soul that was tainted. But it trusted me and gave me power. Come on, it'll be easier to take this place over when you have real power. A battle can be fought without a leader, but not a healer." Hahna wailed with loss inside of the she-kits mind, but she didn't back down. She wasn't confronting the Darkness, in fact, just the opposite. She was begging it to take her, sacrificing ones self was different from confrontation.

Link to this role play [link]

Thanks to Grimmeh to drew this sexy man out :3 And thanks to some of the people in the BGL chat who gave me ideas for his history |D

I hope this make it :3

Description
Name:
Ammone

Gender:
Male

Age:
3yrs

Rank:
Advizor

Breed:
Chausie / Colored point Short hair

Accessories:
Two silver upper arm bands, one silver and gold ankle band on right leg, and two gold and silver bands with chains connecting them.

Personality:
Overall, this tom is actually pretty laid back, even for one in his position. He likes to keep an open mind about other views and will take the time to carefully pick apart anothers idea. He is always weighing the pro's and con's of a decision, and he see's it as his job to find all the flaws in others ideas. He see's himself as a sort of truth finder. When an important choice must be made, he wants it to be made obvious what all could go wrong if it doesn't work, as well as what all good could come from i t. He believes no choice should be made unless properly looked at and one must be willing to accept the consequences of their actions and everything it entails.
He's calm and collective, although that should be apparent in not only his features but in how he holds himself. Live one day at a time, don't rush, take a few moments to feel the sand under your paw and the wind through your fur. These are things he enjoys and can often be found on his own in the garden just thinking. But don't let this easy-going attitude fool you into thinking he has much of a care for others. He views the world in a rather detached way, and so it's blatantly clear that he keeps himself emotionally from a problem or even from others. Because of this he has a trouble actually having friends, because without his emotional attachment to other cats, he tends to be too blunt with the truth and, as can be well known, the truth can hurt. And with this knife constantly in his arsenal, never thinking to sugar coat things or ever considering it, cats tend to keep away from him for fear they may be next on his almost barbed-like tongue.

Kin:
He doesn't talk about them.

Brief History:
Ammone grew up in a large family. He had four sisters and eight brothers, his parent's were rather high ranked nobles. He had been a quiet kit, being born in the supposed 'middle' of the groups of kits, he was a bit darker than his parents. But this wasn't a big problem, given that his parent's were almost never home. As this was the case for the large family, it was left up to the elder siblings and the help to raise the rambunctious group of children. Except for Ammone.
Early on Ammone found himself interested in the scrolls of politics in his father's library, having his teachers be surprised at how quickly he accelled in his studies. He didn't excel because he was a teachers pet or because he loved learning. He found all of the teachers subjects rather drab and boring. But he accelled merely for the fact that he could. None of his siblings took their studies seriously and so Ammone felt an almost polite urge to at least be the only student who actually payed attention and did what he was supposed to. And with a large amount of kids in one area, regardless of family ties or not, you can imagine what things were like for the young tom. Ammone soon found himself the brunt of 'bullying' from his siblings. Of course, they never called it bullying. They said they were keeping him from turning into a pansy and so berated him with their words and sometimes with their claws. The teachers were never around to see it, and when they saw the marks, it seemed they looked the other way. Even his parent's didn't do anything, they were always gone doing something and had no time for their children. And so slowly his sense of attachment to his siblings began to break, the emotional pain they inflicted on him toughening his soul and breaking any ties being family may make.
He grew older and his lack of emotional attachment to others became more obvious as his studies began to finish and his siblings continued to attack him in their pesky ways. He could talk circles around them, aim their hurtful words at themselves, made them judge themselves to a level that they merely turned away from him in shame. Even his younger siblings weren't safe from his pragmatic prodding and deliberate pointed words. It is said that his actions caused several of his sisters to run away and a few of his brothers to suicide, but they are only whispers and it seems to be a topic that one can not prove, although several of his siblings seem to have vanished mysteriously.
His father died during a political skirmish amongst the nobles, leaving Ammone and his siblings to step up and try to take his place. But why would his siblings be interested in taking the spot when Ammone was going against them? They already distrusted the tom and there was no love loss when he stepped up and worked for the position. With his quick wit, decisive comments and brunt speaking, he was quickly thrust into the advisor position once his training was done, surpassing other In-training's in the final test of skills.
Sine then Ammone has become more friendly towards others, more kind and compassionate one might say. But what is truly going on behind his blue eyes no one really knows.

Other:
No info I have as of yet, quirks and such will be added after finding out in RP

Relationships:
- Hate/loath
- Hostile towards/dislike
- Acquaintance/Uncertainty
- Friend
- Close friend/Practically family
- Crush
- Love

Role-play Example:
I was told I could post something from a different group so I went and grabbed a post I did in an rp.
Robinkit merely hissed, eyes narrowed. "You better not be lying to me, filth." She beat her wings for several seconds, trying to judge if it was telling her the truth or not. "The next time I see you, I'll be stronger. I wont let you survive." She beat her wings and flashed over the creates face, racking her claws against it's eyes and ears before turning swiftly and beating her wings back over the forest. She could see the desert ahead, and her wings beat harder then before. In the back of her mind she knew she was going to feel the stress she was putting on her body for the next week, possibly the next moon, but it would all be worth it if she could save Stormpaw. Hahna, in the back of her mind, was concerened for the she-kit, althought a slight malancholic amusement wafted from the she-cats presence. Perhaps the world has decided to balance things out between our lives and the lives of Rekkin and your friend. Robinkit would have rolled her eyes if she hadn't been intent on flying, her shadow racing over the trees below. Rekkin saved us all that time ago. Now it is our turn to save him. It's our destiny. Robinkit wanted to slash the she-cats face for being so weak willed and pathetic. "I don't care about Rekkin! Only Stormpaw. There is no such thing as destiny either, you idiot. There's only what we do now, in the present, that shapes our future. Not some devine god that could care less about us just toying with our lives." She snapped violenly. Hahna only went silent, her hurt radiating from her presence, but Robinkit ignored it. She looked down as she passed the river, feeling sick at the sight of the dead fish, a creature that hadn't needed to die in this world of wonder. The world had gone silent, the screaming no longer echoing. As if it was holding it's breath, waiting for Robinkit to either save it or destory it, and fear festered in the young cats heart. How could she not confront it and still save Stormpaw? Her young mind came up with nothing, and not even Hahna could come up with an idea. She could always just grovel to the Darkness to take her instead, and the idea sickened her. But what if it's the only way to save Stormpaw? She didn't answer the she-cat. She didn't want to think that. But the idea just kept ringing at her. Already the world had granted her so, so much power. While Stormpaw had none. The Darkness wanted power to rule over this place and cause havoc, which is why it went after Stormpaw. She swallowed nervously. If it wanted power, then it should go after her. In which.... In which.... You have to let yourself be the bait to let the Darkness come out and you can save your friend. Her blood froze in her veins as she began to pass over the desert. Bait. A sacrifice. Was that what she needed to do? ALready she could hear Stormpaw's pain echoing in her ears from her own realm. Her stomach dropped. Her realm was supposed to be a place of healing, not torture and death! She willed herself faster, breaking through the fading white and rainbow in record time, following the stone path to her realm, the sight of wilted flowers and a dry stream greating her eyes. She stared at it helplessly before flying to the hill, landing softly atop the hole in the ceiling and staring down, blue eyes wide. Stormpaw. Trapped. The creature meldiong with her. Her mind reeled with Disgust and fear. She closed her eyes, feeling a few small tears make their way out and fall into the hole, a small sparkle in the starlight if one could happen to notice. "I'm so sory, Stormpaw." She whispered hoarsly. She stepped over the edge, floating down slowly, eyes filled with pain but intent on what she was doing. She landed on the crystal quietly, looking down at the Darkness and pulled her head back slightly. "Hey, Darkness. YOu want power, right?"" She flicked her tail. "If it's true, then you're after the wrong cat. Stormpaw has no power here. I do. If you let her wake up, without any of your taint, I'll... I'll.." Robinkit! Don't do it! She slammed Hahna away. Her tear drops left small trails down the Crystal, the cold beneath her paws feeling like her heart. "I'll let you take me without a fight." She finally meowed, giving Stormpaw a single look. She tried to send every thought, every feeling, every once of love she had for the apprentice into the short gaze before turning back to the Darkness, lowering herself to her belly and willing her wings away. "Stormpaw has no powered here because the world didn't trust her, because you had a piece of her old soul that was tainted. But it trusted me and gave me power. Come on, it'll be easier to take this place over when you have real power. A battle can be fought without a leader, but not a healer." Hahna wailed with loss inside of the she-kits mind, but she didn't back down. She wasn't confronting the Darkness, in fact, just the opposite. She was begging it to take her, sacrificing ones self was different from confrontation.

Link to this role play [link]

Thanks to Grimmeh to drew this sexy man out :3 And thanks to some of the people in the BGL chat who gave me ideas for his history |D

I hope this make it :3