HOME | DD

Description

O F F I C I A L A P P L I C A T I O N F O R

I D E N T I T Y

N A M E
Full Name: Leis Tayathon
Nicknames: N/A
Alias(es): N/A
A G E
Current Age: 6 years
Birthday: 13'th of January
G E N D E R
Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
H E R I T A G E
SubBreed: Cross -> Mostly Vaenn, some Nott (eyes)
Breed: Mutt (complete cross, no specific breed)

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Summary:
Like most who survived the Gweillan conflict, Leis changed after the experience. She went into hiding sooner than most, having anticipated the fall of the king. Due to this she had less access to alcohol and her drinking has lessened significantly, though she still enjoys a glass or bottle occasionally. She still is snarky as ever and lives for sarcasm. The loss of her Beloved skull and her newest companion however, left her somber and she is prone to the occasional fit of depression. As always, she is easy to anger and annoy and still has her soft spot for children and her sharp sence of Justice, that has never changed. She lives to save lives, as she always has with her profession.
Personality Traits:
{ "Justice is what will come for you" & Lover of Children/younglings }
Despite all of Leis horrible character traits, such as her potty mouth and impatience, she has a heart of gold burried deep inside a block of cement. It usually shows itself towards children and younglings or those who have suffered an injustice. Leis is prone to coming to the aid of wronged cats or animals. Though she will do this under a mask of sarcasm and wit and snarky words, making her mostly unliked by those she helps.

{ Snarky & Sarcastic }
Leis will usually answer stupid and useless questions with sarcasm and snark. She has problems with holding her tongue and a sarcastic taunt is always at the ready, even at enemies or foes. Her patients don't get the soft treatment either. You either suck it up or bleed to death pal.

{ short temper & Impatient }
Leis always had problems keeping her temper in check. she is horrible impatient and this will often result in anger and loud yelling. Whoever she takes under her wing will most likely suffer more abuse than he/she likes. This will shape in the form of sharp, biting words or a slap of her, now, powerfull tail.

Personality Type: Thinker

M I N D - S E T
Habits:
- Occasionally drinking
- Tons of swearing, snark and sarcasm!

Fears:
- Being alone/abandoned
- Partially the dark
- Losing everybody she loves due to incompetence
- Being forgotten by her loved ones.
- losing patients, sadly this happens occasionally.

Dreams / Goals:
- Having a family, any family at this point.
- Dying happily or with a purpose.
- Not being forgotten by those she loves.

Religion: none, whatever her patients believe in is fine for her.

S E X U A L I T Y
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

E N V I R O N M E N T

O C C U P A T I O N
Battle Class: Mage
Due to her inability to run fast and far or jump, she stays behind the lines, is mostly training healing powers.

Occupation:Local Healer
Just because I limp, doesn't mean I'm not gonna heal all your asses!

Former Occupations: Doctor / Healer

S K I L L - T R E E
Current Level:

Equipped Skills:

Strength: 5 / 40 (mostly tail-power)

Stealth: X

Endurance: X

Agility: X

Tactical Skill: X

Healing Arts: 2 / 40

Dark Magic: X

E Q U I P M E N T
Items in Possession: N/A

Weapons: cracked gauntlet

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S
Parents:
{ Does it matter? they are long dead. }

Siblings:
{ I wish. }

Nieces & Nephews:
{ Nope. }

Aunts & Uncles:
{ Nope, my parents had no siblings. }

Cousins:
{ Haha. No. }

Offspring:
{ Do I look like I have a kit? }

E X T E N D E D
Adopted Family:
{ I have no clue who of those suckers is still alive, if I find out I will inform you all. }

Romantic Partner:
{ Ahahaha! Nope! }

B A C K S T O R Y
{ Before the Gweillan conflict }
Born from a pair of Doctors/healers, Leis was born into the profession. She learned to heal, to mish herbs and to tend to patients early on. However, as every young cat, she got herself a mentor eventually. This mentor wasn't either of her parents, she joined an old doctor in his small "clinic" and tended to patients with the old cat. Not long after Leis herself was a doctor, the old hag died. Nothing sad about it, the hag was old. Leis looked up to the old one though and took over his "clinic" and continued tending to cats. There isn't much interesting in her life, other than the fact that at young age, she was the one who helped the queen give birth to Haven, hence she got to knew the princeling, who since then was tended for by the young healer. During a calm period Leis found an injured firebird. after healing the creature however, it refused to keave her and the two lived together for quite some time. Back then, Leis was at top health, strong for a female and actually quite attractive. One night however, everything changed. Somebody broke into her home, killed her companion and wounded Leis bad enough that she was unable to heal it with her magic. Her mind was muddled with the loss of her companion and she was too emotional to tend to her wound properly, which has left her with a permanent painfull limp. She used to have a walking cane and the skull of her bird always with her, however, this all changed during the conflict.

{ After/during the Gweillan conflict }
Leis lost her staff early and went into hiding. Fleeing was, due to her weak leg not much of an option. She stayed behind and healed who she could get her paws on. She was one of the few remaining healers and always overwhelmed with patients who would be snuck to her hiding spot. The female knew that she would have to flee fast and started to try walking without a cane. This didn't work out well for her, despite the healing magic she was pumping in her leg. She started to use her tail to aid her. This made her tail stronger. she now hits people with the appendage, rather than a walking cane. As soon as she was able to flee, she fled with the last cats, hiding herself effectively until they reached their new destination. While the herbs still confuse her now, she continues to fulfill her goal of healing the wounded.

E X T R A

{ Her Tail / Limp }
In Gweillan, Leis was seen with a Cane to deal with her Limp. However, due to the loss of said Cane and the skull that came with it, Leis started to Rely on her tail. The appendage is now strong enough to help her with walking, if she uses it with her damaged leg and is used to stabilize her steps, bu pressing against the floor.

O O C

L I T E R A C Y - L E V E L S
Lvl 1: Ye, sure

Lvl 2: most comfortable.

Lvl 3: still comfortable

Lvl 4: Prefer not, but I CAN do it...

R P - M E T H O D S
Skype: Sure, note me.

Notes: ye, sure xD

Comments: not so much but if you wish, why not.

Chats: Yep

Forum: Eeeyup

E-Mail: Nope. 8]

Google Docs: why the hell not 8]

A V A I L A B I L I T Y
Time Zone: GMT + 1

R P - S A M P L E
{ Leis | Fresh sample! }
Leis sighed, her head lying on her arms as if it were made out of lead, heavy and uncomfortable. With a hiss she turned it to the left, staring at the wounded and dead on cots, rowed up along the wall of the damp cellar or cave they were in. She was tired, exhausted really, yet the wounded kept flowing in. The few able pawed helpers she had were overworked themselves and she had long ordered even the last one of them to take a nap. Slowly Leis rose out of her improvised seat made out of a crate situated at a small three-legged table. Immediattly she almost lost her balance, leaning against the table as she sucked in a greedy breath of air in shock and pain. A painfull bolt of lightning seemed to shoot up her leg, taking residence in the cramped up muscles of her old injury. Immediatly she grimaced, her tail pushing her weight away from the pained appendage. She was silently very gratefull for this newly aquired skill. With a sigh and sagged shoulders, she slowly limped her way towards the cots of the injured, kneeling down on occasions to test the pulse of some of the more critically injured ones. She found two dead, several more decreasing in health rapidly... and there was nothing she could do but watch. They had run out of suplies recently, their healing power being all they had elft and even that was running dry very fast. A soft whine brought her attention to a cot that had a youngling on it and Leis slowly limped over. "Hush now." she whispered to the kit. Its torso was covered in makeshift bandages, the right appendage missing. Slowly, as to not hurt or scare the kit, she placed a paw on its forehead. The young one had a fever, more than likely infection had spread into the severed limp. there was nothing they could do for him and it pained Leis to see this. "Shush now." she whispered, ever so gently. Slowly, painfully she slid on the floor next to the whimpering kit, raking her claws trough the fur on the top of his head. "Everything will be fine... You'll be healthy in no time." she lied, trying to calm the scared, dying kit. Said youngling just stared up at her with wide eyes, before snuggling his face in the leg that was closest to him and while this action caused the old she-cat pain, she endured it, for the kits sake. Gently she continued raking her claws trough his fur, even long after his breathing and that of many more of the critically injured had faded away into nothingness. Their souls leaving the dirty hole they had to take shelter in. Slowly her fiery colored eyes directed itself towards her helpers, who long since had gotten up and were getting rid of the corpses in a mound to the right of their little chamber. "We have to leave." she spoke quietly, yet her voice seemed to pierce the silence they cats had been working in. They didn't need much directions, all of them had known it had been coming, all of them knew, they had to leave. with a last, lingering kiss to the forehead of the dead kit, Leis got up, ready to depart.

C R E D I T S
Drawn Application Template Â© 3lectronicAt

Written Application Template Â© Hollyseven

RoadToFolkvangr Â© The RtF Staff Team, explicitly 3lectronicAt

your character's name Â© yourusername

Description

O F F I C I A L A P P L I C A T I O N F O R

I D E N T I T Y

N A M E
Full Name: Leis Tayathon
Nicknames: N/A
Alias(es): N/A
A G E
Current Age: 6 years
Birthday: 13'th of January
G E N D E R
Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
H E R I T A G E
SubBreed: Cross -> Mostly Vaenn, some Nott (eyes)
Breed: Mutt (complete cross, no specific breed)

P E R S O N A L

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Summary:
Like most who survived the Gweillan conflict, Leis changed after the experience. She went into hiding sooner than most, having anticipated the fall of the king. Due to this she had less access to alcohol and her drinking has lessened significantly, though she still enjoys a glass or bottle occasionally. She still is snarky as ever and lives for sarcasm. The loss of her Beloved skull and her newest companion however, left her somber and she is prone to the occasional fit of depression. As always, she is easy to anger and annoy and still has her soft spot for children and her sharp sence of Justice, that has never changed. She lives to save lives, as she always has with her profession.
Personality Traits:
{ "Justice is what will come for you" & Lover of Children/younglings }
Despite all of Leis horrible character traits, such as her potty mouth and impatience, she has a heart of gold burried deep inside a block of cement. It usually shows itself towards children and younglings or those who have suffered an injustice. Leis is prone to coming to the aid of wronged cats or animals. Though she will do this under a mask of sarcasm and wit and snarky words, making her mostly unliked by those she helps.

{ Snarky & Sarcastic }
Leis will usually answer stupid and useless questions with sarcasm and snark. She has problems with holding her tongue and a sarcastic taunt is always at the ready, even at enemies or foes. Her patients don't get the soft treatment either. You either suck it up or bleed to death pal.

{ short temper & Impatient }
Leis always had problems keeping her temper in check. she is horrible impatient and this will often result in anger and loud yelling. Whoever she takes under her wing will most likely suffer more abuse than he/she likes. This will shape in the form of sharp, biting words or a slap of her, now, powerfull tail.

Personality Type: Thinker

M I N D - S E T
Habits:
- Occasionally drinking
- Tons of swearing, snark and sarcasm!

Fears:
- Being alone/abandoned
- Partially the dark
- Losing everybody she loves due to incompetence
- Being forgotten by her loved ones.
- losing patients, sadly this happens occasionally.

Dreams / Goals:
- Having a family, any family at this point.
- Dying happily or with a purpose.
- Not being forgotten by those she loves.

Religion: none, whatever her patients believe in is fine for her.

S E X U A L I T Y
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

E N V I R O N M E N T

O C C U P A T I O N
Battle Class: Mage
Due to her inability to run fast and far or jump, she stays behind the lines, is mostly training healing powers.

Occupation:Local Healer
Just because I limp, doesn't mean I'm not gonna heal all your asses!

Former Occupations: Doctor / Healer

S K I L L - T R E E
Current Level:

Equipped Skills:

Strength: 5 / 40 (mostly tail-power)

Stealth: X

Endurance: X

Agility: X

Tactical Skill: X

Healing Arts: 2 / 40

Dark Magic: X

E Q U I P M E N T
Items in Possession: N/A

Weapons: cracked gauntlet

H I S T O R Y

B L O O D - T I E S
Parents:
{ Does it matter? they are long dead. }

Siblings:
{ I wish. }

Nieces & Nephews:
{ Nope. }

Aunts & Uncles:
{ Nope, my parents had no siblings. }

Cousins:
{ Haha. No. }

Offspring:
{ Do I look like I have a kit? }

E X T E N D E D
Adopted Family:
{ I have no clue who of those suckers is still alive, if I find out I will inform you all. }

Romantic Partner:
{ Ahahaha! Nope! }

B A C K S T O R Y
{ Before the Gweillan conflict }
Born from a pair of Doctors/healers, Leis was born into the profession. She learned to heal, to mish herbs and to tend to patients early on. However, as every young cat, she got herself a mentor eventually. This mentor wasn't either of her parents, she joined an old doctor in his small "clinic" and tended to patients with the old cat. Not long after Leis herself was a doctor, the old hag died. Nothing sad about it, the hag was old. Leis looked up to the old one though and took over his "clinic" and continued tending to cats. There isn't much interesting in her life, other than the fact that at young age, she was the one who helped the queen give birth to Haven, hence she got to knew the princeling, who since then was tended for by the young healer. During a calm period Leis found an injured firebird. after healing the creature however, it refused to keave her and the two lived together for quite some time. Back then, Leis was at top health, strong for a female and actually quite attractive. One night however, everything changed. Somebody broke into her home, killed her companion and wounded Leis bad enough that she was unable to heal it with her magic. Her mind was muddled with the loss of her companion and she was too emotional to tend to her wound properly, which has left her with a permanent painfull limp. She used to have a walking cane and the skull of her bird always with her, however, this all changed during the conflict.

{ After/during the Gweillan conflict }
Leis lost her staff early and went into hiding. Fleeing was, due to her weak leg not much of an option. She stayed behind and healed who she could get her paws on. She was one of the few remaining healers and always overwhelmed with patients who would be snuck to her hiding spot. The female knew that she would have to flee fast and started to try walking without a cane. This didn't work out well for her, despite the healing magic she was pumping in her leg. She started to use her tail to aid her. This made her tail stronger. she now hits people with the appendage, rather than a walking cane. As soon as she was able to flee, she fled with the last cats, hiding herself effectively until they reached their new destination. While the herbs still confuse her now, she continues to fulfill her goal of healing the wounded.

E X T R A

{ Her Tail / Limp }
In Gweillan, Leis was seen with a Cane to deal with her Limp. However, due to the loss of said Cane and the skull that came with it, Leis started to Rely on her tail. The appendage is now strong enough to help her with walking, if she uses it with her damaged leg and is used to stabilize her steps, bu pressing against the floor.

O O C

L I T E R A C Y - L E V E L S
Lvl 1: Ye, sure

Lvl 2: most comfortable.

Lvl 3: still comfortable

Lvl 4: Prefer not, but I CAN do it...

R P - M E T H O D S
Skype: Sure, note me.

Notes: ye, sure xD

Comments: not so much but if you wish, why not.

Chats: Yep

Forum: Eeeyup

E-Mail: Nope. 8]

Google Docs: why the hell not 8]

A V A I L A B I L I T Y
Time Zone: GMT + 1

R P - S A M P L E
{ Leis | Fresh sample! }
Leis sighed, her head lying on her arms as if it were made out of lead, heavy and uncomfortable. With a hiss she turned it to the left, staring at the wounded and dead on cots, rowed up along the wall of the damp cellar or cave they were in. She was tired, exhausted really, yet the wounded kept flowing in. The few able pawed helpers she had were overworked themselves and she had long ordered even the last one of them to take a nap. Slowly Leis rose out of her improvised seat made out of a crate situated at a small three-legged table. Immediattly she almost lost her balance, leaning against the table as she sucked in a greedy breath of air in shock and pain. A painfull bolt of lightning seemed to shoot up her leg, taking residence in the cramped up muscles of her old injury. Immediatly she grimaced, her tail pushing her weight away from the pained appendage. She was silently very gratefull for this newly aquired skill. With a sigh and sagged shoulders, she slowly limped her way towards the cots of the injured, kneeling down on occasions to test the pulse of some of the more critically injured ones. She found two dead, several more decreasing in health rapidly... and there was nothing she could do but watch. They had run out of suplies recently, their healing power being all they had elft and even that was running dry very fast. A soft whine brought her attention to a cot that had a youngling on it and Leis slowly limped over. "Hush now." she whispered to the kit. Its torso was covered in makeshift bandages, the right appendage missing. Slowly, as to not hurt or scare the kit, she placed a paw on its forehead. The young one had a fever, more than likely infection had spread into the severed limp. there was nothing they could do for him and it pained Leis to see this. "Shush now." she whispered, ever so gently. Slowly, painfully she slid on the floor next to the whimpering kit, raking her claws trough the fur on the top of his head. "Everything will be fine... You'll be healthy in no time." she lied, trying to calm the scared, dying kit. Said youngling just stared up at her with wide eyes, before snuggling his face in the leg that was closest to him and while this action caused the old she-cat pain, she endured it, for the kits sake. Gently she continued raking her claws trough his fur, even long after his breathing and that of many more of the critically injured had faded away into nothingness. Their souls leaving the dirty hole they had to take shelter in. Slowly her fiery colored eyes directed itself towards her helpers, who long since had gotten up and were getting rid of the corpses in a mound to the right of their little chamber. "We have to leave." she spoke quietly, yet her voice seemed to pierce the silence they cats had been working in. They didn't need much directions, all of them had known it had been coming, all of them knew, they had to leave. with a last, lingering kiss to the forehead of the dead kit, Leis got up, ready to depart.

C R E D I T S
Drawn Application Template Â© 3lectronicAt

Written Application Template Â© Hollyseven

RoadToFolkvangr Â© The RtF Staff Team, explicitly 3lectronicAt

your character's name Â© yourusername