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POE. WHAT'S WITH YOUR FACE?

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Name: Edgar

Nicknames:

Poe - He gains this nickname from various morbid thoughts he's had when it comes to the Unblessed cats of the Eastern Kingdom.

Gender: Male

Species/Breed: Silver Fox

Rank: Witches Apprentice.

Personality: | Shady | Demented | Insane | Skittish |

Shady - Edgar is almost always hiding, and pretty sinister. Some of the witches and warlocks are very nervous around him, for he is one of the masters of illusions.
Demented - Poe has been reported to sit up late at night, laughing and devising plans to assassinate the King and Queen in very, very gruesome ways.
Insane - Poe has been known to scream at inanimate objects, attack walls, and claim to hear and see things in the night that aren't actually there. What a strange little boy.
Skittish - Edgar also puts on the appearence that he is very skittish and shy, perhaps abused, just to gain some money from Townsfolk. He is, sadly, an outstanding actor.

Brief History: Edgar has a huge hatred for the Cats. His parents were burned alive before him-- Due to false claims on them being magic-beings. He soon ran off in search of somewhere to live, and soon ran into Circe and the rest of the rebellers. He was overjoyed, and couldn't help but join them. Over his long traveling period and lack of socialization, his sanity level seemed to drop by the dozens, that wasn't really good for him. It has continued to spiral downward through the years, but he seems to hang onto it better now that he can socialize and devise plans with others.

Relationships(Through RP):

- Unknown
- Deceased
- Very strong Dislike
- So-So/Friend
- Respect
- Good Friend
- Best Friend
- Crush
- Love

King Leon III - You burned them. YOU FUCKING BURNED THEM. ALIVE! Right infront of me, too... You'll see. One day Circe will burn your precious little daugter, just like you did to me and the others!
Circe - - M'lady... My mentor, one of the greatest witches known to man kind. I cannot think of a better leader for 'The Force'. Gods bless you, and may you take down the King once and for all!
Ava - - You don't seem that bad. I mean, you don't seem to like those damned cats... Plus you can manage to deal with my rambling.
Princess Hattie - - Huh. You sure know how to argue with your father.

Roleplaying Example:

Edgar's nose sniffed at the air around the outskirts of Castle Town. Good. He was ready for another attack. He easily slipped through the gate into the area, cloaking himself in some shadows to melt into the backgrounds and stay hidden. He slipped about the area, avoiding all guards that dare lay their gaze upon him.

The small, near black figure slipped through the shadows of town. His gleaming, yellowish eyes seemed to split the darkness as he watched the various townsfolk walk about the town. He let out a hushed giggle, his grin seeming to widen, and slipped forward. His tail swished from side to side as he crouched there, lifting his paws and focusing on the people ahead of him. He let out a loud cackle as shrieking erupted the area, purple flame leaping about the Towne Square. It was fake flame, of course-- Only Poe knew that, though. His large, bushy tail continued to lash from side to side as he forced the flames to make a formation in the ground. The formation clearly read: "DOWN WITH YE OLD KINGDOM." Edgar was about to start some other illusion, but stopped when a flurry of guards rushed onto the scene. He snarled and dashed off, still laughing a bit as he ran.

Description
POE. WHAT'S WITH YOUR FACE?

_________

Name: Edgar

Nicknames:

Poe - He gains this nickname from various morbid thoughts he's had when it comes to the Unblessed cats of the Eastern Kingdom.

Gender: Male

Species/Breed: Silver Fox

Rank: Witches Apprentice.

Personality: | Shady | Demented | Insane | Skittish |

Shady - Edgar is almost always hiding, and pretty sinister. Some of the witches and warlocks are very nervous around him, for he is one of the masters of illusions.
Demented - Poe has been reported to sit up late at night, laughing and devising plans to assassinate the King and Queen in very, very gruesome ways.
Insane - Poe has been known to scream at inanimate objects, attack walls, and claim to hear and see things in the night that aren't actually there. What a strange little boy.
Skittish - Edgar also puts on the appearence that he is very skittish and shy, perhaps abused, just to gain some money from Townsfolk. He is, sadly, an outstanding actor.

Brief History: Edgar has a huge hatred for the Cats. His parents were burned alive before him-- Due to false claims on them being magic-beings. He soon ran off in search of somewhere to live, and soon ran into Circe and the rest of the rebellers. He was overjoyed, and couldn't help but join them. Over his long traveling period and lack of socialization, his sanity level seemed to drop by the dozens, that wasn't really good for him. It has continued to spiral downward through the years, but he seems to hang onto it better now that he can socialize and devise plans with others.

Relationships(Through RP):

- Unknown
- Deceased
- Very strong Dislike
- So-So/Friend
- Respect
- Good Friend
- Best Friend
- Crush
- Love

King Leon III - You burned them. YOU FUCKING BURNED THEM. ALIVE! Right infront of me, too... You'll see. One day Circe will burn your precious little daugter, just like you did to me and the others!
Circe - - M'lady... My mentor, one of the greatest witches known to man kind. I cannot think of a better leader for 'The Force'. Gods bless you, and may you take down the King once and for all!
Ava - - You don't seem that bad. I mean, you don't seem to like those damned cats... Plus you can manage to deal with my rambling.
Princess Hattie - - Huh. You sure know how to argue with your father.

Roleplaying Example:

Edgar's nose sniffed at the air around the outskirts of Castle Town. Good. He was ready for another attack. He easily slipped through the gate into the area, cloaking himself in some shadows to melt into the backgrounds and stay hidden. He slipped about the area, avoiding all guards that dare lay their gaze upon him.

The small, near black figure slipped through the shadows of town. His gleaming, yellowish eyes seemed to split the darkness as he watched the various townsfolk walk about the town. He let out a hushed giggle, his grin seeming to widen, and slipped forward. His tail swished from side to side as he crouched there, lifting his paws and focusing on the people ahead of him. He let out a loud cackle as shrieking erupted the area, purple flame leaping about the Towne Square. It was fake flame, of course-- Only Poe knew that, though. His large, bushy tail continued to lash from side to side as he forced the flames to make a formation in the ground. The formation clearly read: "DOWN WITH YE OLD KINGDOM." Edgar was about to start some other illusion, but stopped when a flurry of guards rushed onto the scene. He snarled and dashed off, still laughing a bit as he ran.