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Description
New application coming soon.
I'm very sorry to most mac users, if you have a slow computer this shows up so choppy. D: But the real thing is so smooth.

ajdk;;tfhbs I love this guy. ;u;
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Name | Skylr {Sky-lar}

Kit Nickname | Echo

Gender | Tom

Age | Nine Months

Breed | Balinese Mix

Tribe | Water Tribe

Rank | Gem Collector and Crafter Apprentice

Tattoo | Blue/Green Water

Personality |

{Nerdy/Intelligent} {Clumsy/Accident Prone} {Hypochondriac/Melodramatic} {Hyperactive} {Paranoid} {Caring} {Weak/Sensitive} {Perfectionist}

Nerdy/Intelligent
This tom is always shouting out predictions and logical ways to solve problems. Need to catch a mouse? Check windspeed and direction, angle, and trajectory according to the size and weight of you and your prey. He can't help but completely geek-out on his friends, blabbering on and on about the subjects he likes. He can be totally oblivious to other's reactions and keep talking why they try to drown him out.

Clumsy/Accident Prone
Since day one, Skylr as been tripping over his own paws. Sometimes he feels he doesn't even have control over his own body--His body will move jerkily and his long tail usually gets caught between his legs. He's easy to take by surprise.
The tom is constantly bruising himself, scraping himself, and tearing up his ears.

Hypochondriac/Melodramatic
Every thorn in his paw pad is fatal. A sneeze means a severe illness. Skylar tries to take good care of himself, and he's become a little...obsessive of cleaning not only himself but others and the area around him. But with his clumsiness he gets hurt often. He can get panicked easily, and he'll greatly over react to any sort of pain. Even the idea or mention of a dangerous situation will send his heart racing and fluttering.

Hyperactive
This tom cannot stop moving. He jitters all over the place and fidgets when he stands still. When there's a period of silence he has to fill it up with talk or repetitive questions. The human equivalent is probably a form of obsessive compulsive disorder.

Paranoid
What if another tribe launches an attack today? What if somebody slips and breaks a leg? What if the leader is overpowered by a new cat? What if, what if what if? The possibilities are endless in Skylr's world. This personality quirk mainly comes from his old lifestyle as an exile--anything could happen next. It was quite unpredictable. What would you see when you come over the peek of that hill? Would you be washed away by the storm? Would you survive the night?

Caring
Despite all of his quirky traits, he really cares about the cats he befriends. He'll try to help them out in any way he can, even if he does screw up most of the time. He'll try to get them to say what's on their mind, and give the best advice he can.
He hates to see cats upset, and he feels that seeing them unhappy can make him so, too.

Weak/Sensitive
While Skylr was noticeably more confident and brave before he joined the tribes, his defenses have gone down since he's joined the tribes. He's not just physically weak but mentally--he can't take a verbal punch, so to speak. He'll take any comment to heart. It can clearly effect him and you can see visually when he's hurt.

Perfectionist
This trait really upsets Skylr. He doesn't want to compulsively think the same things that bother him or clean up after himself and others. One thought that constantly runs through his head--He'll have to act better, grow stronger, be the best he can be for his clan or else he will be exiled, just like many cats were before the start of the war. To have his tattoo glow a dull gray once again...he didn't want to think about it.

History |
It was odd, learning that your world was wrong. Odd how suddenly your life can change within a single heartbeat.
Skylr was born into a humble litter of two, he was the healthy baby boy while his sister...had passed on to a different world without even stopping to glance at the wonders of this one. It would have been nice to have a sister, someone to talk to, someone to rely on. But you can’t let thoughts like that tie you down.
The sandy tom became known as “Echo.” Young Echo had began to live the life of an exiled cat. He lived with a nomadic group of four joined families--he loved all of them like his own kin. They were the only things he could call home as they traveled through unknown land.
He had not viewed life further than when he had seen in the north. His life took a turn when his mother began to tell him stories of her life back in the Fire Tribe. It took a while for him to believe what his mother was telling him--when all you’ve known is rolling hills, it’s hard to believe that there was something beyond that. Four tribes of ferocious cats--and not only that--these cats had a prophecy. They had a story. They didn’t wander on and on for who-knows-what, they had purpose.
From that day on he yearned for that life, to belong to Water Tribe, for his tattoo to change color, to have purpose. He saw that some cats had a hate for the tribes--hated them for trying to force them and the ones they loved into battle, hated them for their banishment. He didn’t listen to them...he needed to live his life in the Water Tribe, where he belonged.
He hated being forced to stare at the muted gray tattoos, tattoos that should be flowing with color and power. The Water Tribe tattoo on his shoulder that he once wore with bride was now a burden. He wasn’t worthy of it until the moment it first shines with blues and greens.
He understood why they, the exiled cats, had been cast off. His mother, for example, had not agreed with either side and did not want violence. She had left the tribes, fallen in love with another exiled cat, and began living a new life with her mate and son.
Echo was shocked when he heard that some cats were now returning to the tribes. His heart fluttered and his stomach flipped--he was going to his rightful home! He would finally be excepted into the big community of cats he had been dreaming of.
--But it was not a magical as he thought it would be. His heart shattered when he learned that he must be separated from his parents to become a part of the Water Tribe. His mother was of Fire Tribe and his father was an Earth Triber. It was a traumatic experience...his mother had reassured him that everything would be alright, and then she had left.
Next he had to grow accustomed to his new way of life, and without a mother or father. He was no longer to be known as Echo, the sound so familiar to his ears, but Skylr. The rules were all different, it was a whole new ballgame in a new park. He didn’t have that adopted family to turn to, no mommy or daddy, no rolling hills. He could only hope to make a new friend in this tribe, and with him being, well, him, that would be tricky.
He secretly hopes that he might become as close to somebody as he was to his adopted kin.
“Echo”, “Skylr”, whoever he was anymore, didn’t have the history, the story he wanted. He had wasted the beginning of his life fantasizing about a bitter sweet tale of four gangs of feral cats, with tensions running high.

What is to become of his story?
...

Family | Mother: ??? Father: ??? Siblings: Deceased Sister

Souldbound | No Soulbound

Skills | Feel with your mind, Floating water drops.

Extras |
Very physically awkward, he's extremely skinny and his ribs show through his thin fur.
Skylr has one notch in his right ear and a very long, fluffy tail.
Despite how he constantly talks in front of others, he usually sits in silence when he is alone, taking time to think.
Skylar has a terrible fear of heights!

Relationships |
Neutral
Respect
Acquaintance
Friend
Close Friend
Crush
Love
Dislike/Hate
Mentor/Apprentice

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RP Sample |
From #City-Of-Sundown , as I have not rp'd here yet. I hope this is okay, if you want me to make up a role-play post for this specific character please let me know.
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Andrew's rough, spiny fur graced the corners of his nest. He often found his prickly pelt getting tangled with things around camp, and was quite accustomed to the soft tinkling sound his chain-necklace when it was shaken out. Hey, at least it doesn't shed everywhere, he thought to himself.
Today was dreadfully dull. The sky outside was gray and dreary, the soft light that filtered in was stale and metallic. What a drag. I simply must find something to do.
...But what?
Surely there must be something in this dusty camp to keep him occupied. Maybe he should gather the rubble that gathered at the corners of camp...Argh, seriously Andrew, stop thinking about cleaning. No one is even here to watch you right now.
The camp truly was deserted. A few lone cats were strewn across the floor, to busy prodding their nests or taking an early meal to notice a shadow like him.
Maybe I-- His thoughts were broken as his eyes flew to a gleaming black feather that flitted around in the air. 'Must have been stirred up by some cat, left over from a rare feast of bird. Coming to ground, it rested ever so lightly on his bony paws.
Something pulled at him, something he hadn't felt since he was very, very young. His pulse raced. He couldn't help it. An urge, an invisible force coursed through his paw and he struck it with the force he would use to kill a mouse. It rocketed into the air. Unable to stop, Andrew crouched down and batted it again as it floated down. The next time it swooped down he reared his head and grabbed it between his teeth.
Before he could bat it again, his eyes widened and he dropped the feather, letting it flutter down to the floor. W-What? Did anyone see me? Nervous, he glanced at the two cats nearest him, and breathed a sigh of relief. Nope, they were still stuck in their work.
He scoffed at the feather that lay crumpled in front of him.
'Must be possessed or something.

Description
New application coming soon.
I'm very sorry to most mac users, if you have a slow computer this shows up so choppy. D: But the real thing is so smooth.

ajdk;;tfhbs I love this guy. ;u;
______________

Name | Skylr {Sky-lar}

Kit Nickname | Echo

Gender | Tom

Age | Nine Months

Breed | Balinese Mix

Tribe | Water Tribe

Rank | Gem Collector and Crafter Apprentice

Tattoo | Blue/Green Water

Personality |

{Nerdy/Intelligent} {Clumsy/Accident Prone} {Hypochondriac/Melodramatic} {Hyperactive} {Paranoid} {Caring} {Weak/Sensitive} {Perfectionist}

Nerdy/Intelligent
This tom is always shouting out predictions and logical ways to solve problems. Need to catch a mouse? Check windspeed and direction, angle, and trajectory according to the size and weight of you and your prey. He can't help but completely geek-out on his friends, blabbering on and on about the subjects he likes. He can be totally oblivious to other's reactions and keep talking why they try to drown him out.

Clumsy/Accident Prone
Since day one, Skylr as been tripping over his own paws. Sometimes he feels he doesn't even have control over his own body--His body will move jerkily and his long tail usually gets caught between his legs. He's easy to take by surprise.
The tom is constantly bruising himself, scraping himself, and tearing up his ears.

Hypochondriac/Melodramatic
Every thorn in his paw pad is fatal. A sneeze means a severe illness. Skylar tries to take good care of himself, and he's become a little...obsessive of cleaning not only himself but others and the area around him. But with his clumsiness he gets hurt often. He can get panicked easily, and he'll greatly over react to any sort of pain. Even the idea or mention of a dangerous situation will send his heart racing and fluttering.

Hyperactive
This tom cannot stop moving. He jitters all over the place and fidgets when he stands still. When there's a period of silence he has to fill it up with talk or repetitive questions. The human equivalent is probably a form of obsessive compulsive disorder.

Paranoid
What if another tribe launches an attack today? What if somebody slips and breaks a leg? What if the leader is overpowered by a new cat? What if, what if what if? The possibilities are endless in Skylr's world. This personality quirk mainly comes from his old lifestyle as an exile--anything could happen next. It was quite unpredictable. What would you see when you come over the peek of that hill? Would you be washed away by the storm? Would you survive the night?

Caring
Despite all of his quirky traits, he really cares about the cats he befriends. He'll try to help them out in any way he can, even if he does screw up most of the time. He'll try to get them to say what's on their mind, and give the best advice he can.
He hates to see cats upset, and he feels that seeing them unhappy can make him so, too.

Weak/Sensitive
While Skylr was noticeably more confident and brave before he joined the tribes, his defenses have gone down since he's joined the tribes. He's not just physically weak but mentally--he can't take a verbal punch, so to speak. He'll take any comment to heart. It can clearly effect him and you can see visually when he's hurt.

Perfectionist
This trait really upsets Skylr. He doesn't want to compulsively think the same things that bother him or clean up after himself and others. One thought that constantly runs through his head--He'll have to act better, grow stronger, be the best he can be for his clan or else he will be exiled, just like many cats were before the start of the war. To have his tattoo glow a dull gray once again...he didn't want to think about it.

History |
It was odd, learning that your world was wrong. Odd how suddenly your life can change within a single heartbeat.
Skylr was born into a humble litter of two, he was the healthy baby boy while his sister...had passed on to a different world without even stopping to glance at the wonders of this one. It would have been nice to have a sister, someone to talk to, someone to rely on. But you can’t let thoughts like that tie you down.
The sandy tom became known as “Echo.” Young Echo had began to live the life of an exiled cat. He lived with a nomadic group of four joined families--he loved all of them like his own kin. They were the only things he could call home as they traveled through unknown land.
He had not viewed life further than when he had seen in the north. His life took a turn when his mother began to tell him stories of her life back in the Fire Tribe. It took a while for him to believe what his mother was telling him--when all you’ve known is rolling hills, it’s hard to believe that there was something beyond that. Four tribes of ferocious cats--and not only that--these cats had a prophecy. They had a story. They didn’t wander on and on for who-knows-what, they had purpose.
From that day on he yearned for that life, to belong to Water Tribe, for his tattoo to change color, to have purpose. He saw that some cats had a hate for the tribes--hated them for trying to force them and the ones they loved into battle, hated them for their banishment. He didn’t listen to them...he needed to live his life in the Water Tribe, where he belonged.
He hated being forced to stare at the muted gray tattoos, tattoos that should be flowing with color and power. The Water Tribe tattoo on his shoulder that he once wore with bride was now a burden. He wasn’t worthy of it until the moment it first shines with blues and greens.
He understood why they, the exiled cats, had been cast off. His mother, for example, had not agreed with either side and did not want violence. She had left the tribes, fallen in love with another exiled cat, and began living a new life with her mate and son.
Echo was shocked when he heard that some cats were now returning to the tribes. His heart fluttered and his stomach flipped--he was going to his rightful home! He would finally be excepted into the big community of cats he had been dreaming of.
--But it was not a magical as he thought it would be. His heart shattered when he learned that he must be separated from his parents to become a part of the Water Tribe. His mother was of Fire Tribe and his father was an Earth Triber. It was a traumatic experience...his mother had reassured him that everything would be alright, and then she had left.
Next he had to grow accustomed to his new way of life, and without a mother or father. He was no longer to be known as Echo, the sound so familiar to his ears, but Skylr. The rules were all different, it was a whole new ballgame in a new park. He didn’t have that adopted family to turn to, no mommy or daddy, no rolling hills. He could only hope to make a new friend in this tribe, and with him being, well, him, that would be tricky.
He secretly hopes that he might become as close to somebody as he was to his adopted kin.
“Echo”, “Skylr”, whoever he was anymore, didn’t have the history, the story he wanted. He had wasted the beginning of his life fantasizing about a bitter sweet tale of four gangs of feral cats, with tensions running high.

What is to become of his story?
...

Family | Mother: ??? Father: ??? Siblings: Deceased Sister

Souldbound | No Soulbound

Skills | Feel with your mind, Floating water drops.

Extras |
Very physically awkward, he's extremely skinny and his ribs show through his thin fur.
Skylr has one notch in his right ear and a very long, fluffy tail.
Despite how he constantly talks in front of others, he usually sits in silence when he is alone, taking time to think.
Skylar has a terrible fear of heights!

Relationships |
Neutral
Respect
Acquaintance
Friend
Close Friend
Crush
Love
Dislike/Hate
Mentor/Apprentice

---

--

--

--

RP Sample |
From #City-Of-Sundown , as I have not rp'd here yet. I hope this is okay, if you want me to make up a role-play post for this specific character please let me know.
----
Andrew's rough, spiny fur graced the corners of his nest. He often found his prickly pelt getting tangled with things around camp, and was quite accustomed to the soft tinkling sound his chain-necklace when it was shaken out. Hey, at least it doesn't shed everywhere, he thought to himself.
Today was dreadfully dull. The sky outside was gray and dreary, the soft light that filtered in was stale and metallic. What a drag. I simply must find something to do.
...But what?
Surely there must be something in this dusty camp to keep him occupied. Maybe he should gather the rubble that gathered at the corners of camp...Argh, seriously Andrew, stop thinking about cleaning. No one is even here to watch you right now.
The camp truly was deserted. A few lone cats were strewn across the floor, to busy prodding their nests or taking an early meal to notice a shadow like him.
Maybe I-- His thoughts were broken as his eyes flew to a gleaming black feather that flitted around in the air. 'Must have been stirred up by some cat, left over from a rare feast of bird. Coming to ground, it rested ever so lightly on his bony paws.
Something pulled at him, something he hadn't felt since he was very, very young. His pulse raced. He couldn't help it. An urge, an invisible force coursed through his paw and he struck it with the force he would use to kill a mouse. It rocketed into the air. Unable to stop, Andrew crouched down and batted it again as it floated down. The next time it swooped down he reared his head and grabbed it between his teeth.
Before he could bat it again, his eyes widened and he dropped the feather, letting it flutter down to the floor. W-What? Did anyone see me? Nervous, he glanced at the two cats nearest him, and breathed a sigh of relief. Nope, they were still stuck in their work.
He scoffed at the feather that lay crumpled in front of him.
'Must be possessed or something.