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The Regime List

The Regime is a very close group. Every cat knows one another, and they consider themselves a family. Outsiders are untrusted, hated, and shunned here. The Regime is very hostile to any cat not from inside the family lines. That does not mean that you can only join as a tyke, but that in your cat's bio you must say that they were born and raised in the Regime.

Joining is open.

If you wish to join the Regime please post to the joining thread, and our staff will happily add you to the team!

If you have any questions about The Regime our higher command team is always here to answer them.
Remember: Stay to the shadows.

High Command

// Largo roleplayed by valiance.

Light, silky cream-colored fur clings delicately to her body, and a light blue array of color fills her eyes. Her chest is a fluffy white along with her ear tufts. This is Largo in plain simplicity. She seems to be just another pretty she-cat, but inside, she has a personality that is irreplaceable. She's a weird one. She's the type of cat with a million perspectives, all collected within the same pair of eyes. She dances in the rain, and smiles at grey skies. She doesn't even cry over sad goodbyes. Instead, she keeps the good attitude that has been bestowed upon her, and moves along, because there is simply no time to waste on a day that can be filled with so much sunshine. She is a cheerful spirit, and only wishes the best... However, Largo is only kind to her group-mates. Any outsider is bound to get their pelt torn up. It is best to not mistake her soft loving side for her clan as a weak point. Essentially, it makes her stronger.

// Flare roleplayed by Emberwish
Sweet like honey. Voice like smooth water running over pebbles. Elegant, graceful movements that charm you. Gentle, positive, and no cat can get over how nice she is to the tykes. Majestic eyes the color of spring, she has a soft lingering fragrance of lavender on her. Stop making me laugh, no literally. If you think Flare is like this you must have been living under a seriously heavy rock to have your brain messed up like that. Chaman? Supposedly a sweet, charming cat? Oh no, Flare catapults that stereotype right out of the window. For one, she's an extremely competitive debater, beat her in an argument and you'll live a life of her glaring at you. Snappy, slyas fox, even a little too proud, she seemed like the least likely candidate for Chaman. In reality, Flare is pretty much like tyke in almost all aspects. She always has that mischievous glint in her eyes, never up to any good. She's that cat who's making silly faces from behind a person who's talking in a serious scolding tone.

Mercenary Superior
// Curtis roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Maybe it's his fox smile, maybe it's the daring glint in his exotic gaze, but something certainly is unique about this feline. Golden tabby fur coats his average frame, and unlike many cats of Renegade Regime, he doesn't have much of a particular build. Slightly on the muscular side yet also on the slim side, it's hard to decipher at first glance whether he's a scout or mercenary. His eyes are one of his more prominent details - near his pupil is a soft goldenrod color, and near the outer edges of the iris it is a mantis green. A golden color is flecked throughout both of his irises, finishing off the entire look. Many would expect him to be arrogant and self-indulgent, and though he is, it is only to a certain extent. Usually carefree and flamboyant around his friends, he's always looking for a challenge, and overall, he's dauntless. Enjoying time with his friends, he's affable to nearly everyone unless they've deemed themselves untrustworthy. Impish at times, it's not uncommon for him to play a trick on his fellow clanmates and watch as havoc unfolds. Usually relaxed and happy-go-lucky, it's rare to find him in a frustrated mood. Not much of a sentimental type, he doesn't reminisce on what could have been and is constantly changing with the world. If someone were to compare him to his brother, Christophe, they would find that Curtis is much more flirtatious and easy going than his studious sibling is, and thus it is a rather simple task telling them apart just by asking a mere question.

Guider Superior
// Quinn roleplayed by theoretically.
Thin wisps of ivory, russet, and ebony layer upon his spidery frame, creating a tall and lean feline. Wiry muscles press lightly against his pelt, his scrawniness producing an illusion of weakness. Eyes of topaz bore into everything around his being, each deep orb containing a fleck of darkness. Despite nature's deeming of him as a freak, there is a sly handsomeness to Quinn. The cunning continues beyond his appearance, as his mind his sharp and keen, bearing likeness to a cold blade of silver. Although his intelligence is one of his strong suits, the reason why he is still alive is his natural affinity towards healing. If it weren't for his talent and skill, he would have long been booted up and out of Renegade Regime. His sense of humor is disturbingly morbid, and he retains a problem with making rash decisions and speaking out of turn. Although he is a flaw, an imperfection, a blemish, regardless of who you are, Quinn will change you.

Scout Superior
// Delilah roleplayed by Syncopation♪
Haunting. Her mocha eyes are like quicksand, pulling you in farther and the more you struggle, the faster you sink. Ethereal. Her form is slight and obviously feminine, covered in gossamer ivory fur. Invisible. Despite being plunged in darkness for most of her life, Delilah’s speed given to her by her toned muscles and small paws allow her to disappear before there’s any chance for you to catch her. Mysterious. Born and raised in the Regime, many should know such a striking young she-cat, though, just as she wanted it, Delilah was noticed only by those she wanted to. Sanguine. Many cats go through life troubled by things like guilt or making the “right choice”. Delilah suffers no such conflicts. She knows what she is and she likes it. Magnificent. With all of these skills combined, Delilah has been shaped into the perfect hunter, able to kill without her prey being aware of her presence until it was too late. Her loyalty to the Regime is unequaled, though with such blind loyalty comes a harsh price. Her days have taxed this young she-cat far beyond what one her age should have to bear, taking the burdens of those too weak and placing them upon her own frail shoulders instead. Those seductive eyes that lure you in are – if you look close enough – lackluster and dull from too many sleepless nights above-ground, alternately gazing longingly up at the sapphire sky and killing prey to feed the large group. Delilah’s knowledge is unparalleled, on par with the commander herself. Blessed – or cursed as she sees it – with photographic memory and an uncanny ability to find the fattest prey, Delilah makes a superb huntress, able to swiftly kill her prey with a single flick of her wickedly sharp claws. Her sense of direction is always correct, no matter how dark or hidden the place might be. Her life is lived for the Regime, but is it worth it? Those that know her well can only hope that she finds a mate before she kills herself attempting to assist others. Living life as hard as she does is dangerous, but as long as she finds someone she trusts, someone she loves, she can recover from all of the everyday strain and lead the Regime to its full potential.

Raiser Superior
// Cashmere roleplayed by CottanCandii
Arrogance isn't something you'll want to see in the Regime, but Cashmere seems to radiate it. His deep, gold fur stands out in the darkness of the tunnels they live in and he always keeps his chin tilted importantly, a prideful look in his green eyes. Although he seems so cocky, he has a cool head atop his shoulders and knows not to blow it. He takes his role very seriously and holds a deep well of compassion for the other Regime members. In no way is he a coward, but he prefers to use his keen mind rather than his claws - although he's well suited for either. His body is large but with a graceful and predatory prowess, like that of a lion. Even when he seems to just be teasing, flirting, or playing with the other members, he's usually storing away bits of information on them. A perceptive mind like his could have done him well in another position, but it wasn't his calling. He didn't feel like he was helping the regime that way; instead he found his true calling as a raiser. Although he can be a snarky, annoying tom - he was well known for his soothing effect on the tykes and origins he helped, and a skillful mind for healing.

Mercenary Head Cadet
// none

Guider Head Cadet
// Millie roleplayed by xXSpadeXx
The sun goes down the stars come out, and all that counts is here and now. Millie is a black she cat with one white paw, her front left. her eyes are a deep shade of green and are comfort to many cats that she is close to. Though her life may seem simple, it's wasn't easy. She was born into the Regime though her parents had for sure been to the Dark forest more than once in their lifetime. a week after her and her two siblings, Marco and Finch, were born, they beat them. Not like a slap on the paw and go to time out. but actually beat them, claws out, teeth bared. Marco was the Runt and he died quickly from the loss of blood. But did that faze the angry mother?..no... she beat Millie and Finch every night until the she-cat and the father were exiled because of the scars they had left on the young tykes.They had become living zombies, scars on every place on their body. They were cared for by the Chaman until they were healthy again, then they were passed on to the Raisers. Finch was quickly found to be an excellent scout while Millie was destined to be a guider. She couldn't fight very well because of her flashbacks of the beatings when she saw a paw, even with claws in. Not to mention her scar that set above her white paw, reminding her everyday, of that horrible time. So she trained to become a guider and most cats were surprised at her progress, it was slower than most but she was better at it that most also. With her training finished she was to be an excellent guider, loyal to Renegade Regime and loving to the cats that have become her family.My universe will never be the same, I'm glad you came... I'm glad I came...

Scout Head Cadet
// none

Raiser Head Cadet
// Cressida roleplayed by AvalonSoul567
Elegance. Pure, indubitable elegance. There's simply no other word to describe Cressida. She drifts through every day with a faint smile and such poise, it's as if she's not one for this world. She's ethereal in every way, her thick, charcoal pelt softer and silkier than any others. Her piercing yellow gaze seems to bore deep into you, to a point it's as if she can read your soul. She was born here in the Regime, her parents of the normal expectations. Sweet, caring, and compassionate. That was, until they were murdered in cold blood. By whom, you may ask? No one other than her very own brother, Gelid. He slaughtered them in their sleep, sick of their immense love of Cressida. He yearned for their approval, their love and affection, from birth. Yet, they only had room for one kit in their hearts, and that was their darling Cressida. Gelid tried to win them over, succession after succession of futile attempts, until he decided that it was impossible. So, the spiteful tom murdered them. If he couldn't have their love, no one could. This devastated Cressida beyond belief. She was stranded in an ocean of eternal misery, drowning in the agony, until she was cruelly resuscitated by her very own brother. He'd bring her up from her near-certain death from misery, ensnaring her in his web of lies. Then, right when she was nearly healed, he'd plunge her back into those frigid oceanic waters and allow her to almost drown one again. Cressida eventually got over their death, though the image of their bloody corpses still haunt her nightmares. She was genuinely relieved when she was chosen as the Raiser Head Cadet, since she'd have a great reason to avoid the violence of battle. She faints at the sight of blood, as she discovered one day hunting. She delivered the killing blow to a wood mouse, but as soon as she saw the blood welling from the wound, she fainted on the spot. From then on, Cressida became a vegetarian. It's her own little secret that no one besides herself knows. She mainly feeds off of various berries, such as blueberries, raspberries, and her personal favorite- Blackberries. Cressida loves tykes. She just can't get over the cuteness of them, the adorable innocence. This she cat can't wait for the day that she becomes the Raiser Superior, as it'd be the best day of her life. She hopes one day to be completely ridded of the nightmares that haunt her every night. Every day she feels herself swimming closer to the surface, she sees the sun shine a little brighter, as she slowly returns to the life she once had. She yearns for the day that she'll burst through the surface of the ocean of agony, and gasp in the breath of life for the first time in seasons.

// Greyback roleplayed by valiance.
Once you get close enough, the scars on his muzzle could be seen clearer now. His light grey fur is dull, and his yellow eyes are clouded. This tom, known to all, is named Grayback. Fur from the front of his forehead down to the tip of his tail seems to stick upright at all directions in an odd mannerism that much resembled a mohawk. His skin ripples over his thick muscles and his shoulder frame stands out boldly. A sense of authority laps over him. He is a brute. He is undoubtedly a large, muscular machine that now surely has to crane his neck a bit to look directly at his father. Even his paws are bulky. His voice was lowly toned and it rumbles and booms every time he speaks. He looks like a lion, really. A white lion. His yellow eyes are tainted with wisdom, very dull, and very tired of the knowledge they held. The bags under those round optics only help to add that effect. He is a brave soul, courageous and true. He's not one to lie or cheat, and he would never harm an innocent soul. However, his appearance is decieving. If you didn't know him better you'd have thought him to be merciless.

// Kya roleplayed by valiance.
Aggressive. Arrogant. Adventurous. Ambitious. Bold. Bossy. Boiling. Brave. Blunt. Brown fur. Capable. Cross. Confident. Cautious. Clever. Courageous. Dangerous. Devious. Daring. Defiant. Determind. Demanding. Distainful. Deceiving. Efficient. Eager. Feisty. Ferocious. Female. Faithful. Fighter. Frustrated. Fearless. Girl. Grouchy. Haughty. Headstrong. Hard-working. Harsh. Hateful. Intimidating. Impulsive. Insistant. Intolerable. Independent. Introverted. Keen. Loyal. Leader. Loner. Lonely. Manipulative. Moody. Mischievous. Opinionated. Overbearing. Pessimistic. Petite. Personal. Private. Quick. Rude. Realistic. Rebellious. Reliable. Responsible. Rigid. Spiteful. Secretive. Serious. Sensible. Strong. She-cat. Spunky. Sassy. Stable. Stubborn. Short. Sarcastic. Sharp. Solid. Separate. Tabby. Tense. Tough. Tempermental. Unfriendly. Unforgiving. Vain. Violent. Victorious. Witty. Yellow eyes. Youthful.

Spiritual Soldiers & Cadets

Raisers //

Kimora // Roleplayed by Masqueradetrick

A black and white she cat with a fluffy pelt. Her fur is feathery and like down of a baby bird. She has dark amber eyes the glow like an evening firefly. She is really skinny, more than the average cat. But its easily hidden by her large amount of fur. Her nose is a soft pink with a small black dot on it, which makes her look adorable. But isn't she already? A cat born to the light of the surface, Kimora never knew that there was life underground. She lived with plants and understood them well. To her, such a notion as living in tunnels was silly. But one day when she stumbled across cat scent leading down what seemed like a rabbit hole, this she cat was beyond tempted into adventure. She soon found herself in a world of dusty cats. The cats of Renegade Regime. Valuing her strength in herbs and kindness towards others, they offered her to be a Raiser. While she knew she would miss daylight, she took the job willingly.And there she will stay.

Arielle // Roleplayed by Syncopation♪

Hope. Healing. Guidance. Arielle's benevolent nature makes her a perfect candidate to be a Raiser. If patience is a virtue, then this docile she-cat is indeed very virtuous. Soft spoken and even-tempered, Arielle is every bit as her name makes her out to be. Her pelt is like a silken waterfall, sliding over her toned muscles when she moves. Onyx, it gleams in the faintest of light, yet her nose and head are painted a shimmering alabaster. Viridian eyes dominate her face, giving her a wide-eyed innocent look that causes cats of all ages to open up to her. She always seems to find herself at Post Kilo, even when she's off duty, drawn by the happy laughter and chatter of those younger than herself. She's very protective by nature, and if she ever sees a tyke under duress, she's instantly there helping out. She cannot stand to see an older cat pick on a younger cat, so as a tyke and even as a cadet she got into fights protecting the younger cats. As she aged, however, she mellowed out and become more laid back and pliant, finding that words can often solve much more than fighting. She places her full trust in the Blind Protector, knowing that whatever happens is what was meant to be.

Guiders //

**Aurora // Roleplayed by Syncopation♪
Quiet and startling, this she-cat is what many cats would call mysterious. Ironically, her parents gave her the moniker Aurora, name of the goddess of dawn, something the she-cat has never seen, and never hopes to either. Though introverted, few can accuse Aurora of lacking a commanding presence. When this she-cat enters the room, all eyes snap to her, unconsciously, it seems. Born not to fight but to heal, Aurora has a lithe, small frame with tiny curved claws, much better for tearing up cobwebs into strips than other cat’s pelts. Few have heard her speak before, but it is well known that her voice almost mimics the Stardrip’s serene qualities, weaving a spell of peace and calm over you. Very few things can escape Aurora, having been brought up to be observant and vigilant, as if you miss even the smallest hint, a mere cut can escalate into a full-blown infection, risking a life. And that – risking a life – is something she will never do. Cold is one of the only words able to describe Aurora’s eye color, yet there is nothing cold about her. In fact, she exudes a warmth, inviting you to allow her to bear some of your burden. Her pelt, in stark contrast to her eyes, is a rich crimson, streaked with a creamy white, as though all of the blood she’d seen in her lifetime had accumulated on the ethereal strands of fur. However, Aurora doesn’t suffer the sad sense of morbidity that might come with her vocation. No, instead she keeps as optimistic an outlook as she can, though very few know her well enough to see her warm heart. Though demure and quick to submit to someone else’s idea, Aurora will become an indomitable force if anyone threatens anything dear to her. Her loyalty to the Regime is unwavering, and her faith in the Blind Protector is even more sacred. Bright and able to think on the spot, Aurora is adept at emergency aid, but this she-cat can only do so much. When even she can’t heal the wound or treat the illness, she turns to the Blind Protector and asks for his help. Though few know her, many are saved by her, making Aurora the Regime’s silent aide.

Opal // Roleplayed by valiance.
Active. Adventurous. Affectionate. Animated. Anxious. Apologetic. Awkward. Appreciative. Attentive. Average. Agile. Bashful. Bewildered. Bright. Boy. Capable. Carefree. Careful. Caring. Cautious. Cheerful. Clever. Cute. Compassionate. Concerned. Confused. Considerate. Cuddly. Cooperative. Cowardly. Crafty. Creative. Cultured. Curious. Dainty. Daring. Dependant. Discouraged. Disorganized. Dreamer. Docile. Dramatic. Eager. Easy-going. Embarrassed. Energetic. Enthusiastic. Excited. Exuberant. Fluffy. Fair. Faithful. Fearful. Fidgety. Flexible. Foolish. Forgiving. Friendly. Fun-loving. Fussy. Genuine. Gentle. Giddy. Gullible. Grey fur. Happy. Hardworking. Healthy. Helpful. Hesitant. Honest. Hopeful. Humorous. Imaginative. Innocent. Insecure. Insistent. Inventive. Jealous. Jolly. Jovial. Joyful. Joyous. Keen. Kind. Lean. Light. Lively. Lovable. Loving. Loyal. Lucky. Male. Meek. Merciful. Mischievous. Nervous. Nice. Obedient. Obligated. Observant. Optimistic. Oblivious. Open-minded. Opal eyes. Patient. Peaceful. Playful. Pleasing. Polite. Pleasant. Protective. Quiet. Quick. Rational. Reasonable. Reliable. Responsible. Resourceful. Reserved. Splotched fur. Safe. Satisfied. Secretive. Self-controlling. Sensitive. Sentimental. Shy. Silly. Sincere. Strange. Submissive. Successful. Supportive. Sweet. Selfless. Talented. Tall. Tom. Thankful. Thorough. Thoughtful. Thrilled. Trustful. Understanding. Useful. Virtuous. Vacant. Warm. Wild. White fur. Worried. Young. Zealous.

Raiser Cadets //

Cadet Ranger // Roleplayed by tigerstorm96
Partner: Kimora // Roleplayed by Masqueradetrick

Give me liberty or give me death can describe this young tom. Ranger's spunky and can-do, never back down without a fight attitude is always shown in the Regime. This Tom's warm, sweet nature goes great with his well groomed tortoiseshell coat. Strangely his eyes are two different colors though. One's an icy blue and the other is a deep autumn amber color. Ranger was born to Oriole and Fawn and was the only surviving kit out of three kits. He looks like his father Oriole. Ranger is attracted to toms and his personality definitely shows it. Ranger loves the autumn times and has winter because of his short pelt and the sickness. Ranger lost both his parents two leafbares ago as a tyke so that's why he decided to become a raiser. So no kitten would be orphaned like he once thought he was. Ranger is a lovely addition to the regime and he hopes to watch it grow and be there for it for seasons to come.

Guider Cadets //

Cadet Paige // Roleplayed by Syncopation♪
Partner: Opal // Roleplayed by valiance.

There's always a cat that hangs back. One that never speaks, that never draws attention to themselves. Paige is one of such cats. Her personality, much like her friend and colleague Aurora, is demure and timid. Innocent in every form of the word, Paige has been exposed to very little of the evil in the world, leaving her shamefully unprepared. Emotions skitter across her face like wind over water, giving away her every thought and feeling as though she were speaking them. Deep in the aquamarine depths that are her eyes, however, lays a need, no, desire to know more. Unhappy with her sheltered life, Paige is always searching for information to feed her curious brain, as knowledge is to her as food is to the body. And what a body she has. Her pelt is like rays of the sun cast on water, liquid and moving as the dapples of crimson, mahogany, and black dance across her lithe form. Small by nature, the she-cat learned early in like she wasn’t going to be a fighter, and instead, while attending an herbal training session from the Guiders and Raisers, found that she had a knack for the art of healing. Her patience is as ample as her worry for her wounded group-mates, and is known for never blowing up, never breaking down and yelling or screaming. Serenity followed Paige around wherever she goes, passing on to anyone near her. Calm, quiet,
reserved. This is Paige.

Cadet Hana // Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Partner: Aurora // Roleplayed by Syncopation
Warm and affable amber eyes; plush and silky snow white fur, it can only be one feline: Hana. Always the one to watch out for others, always the one to speak in such a hushed tone that you scarcely recognize her presence, this is the little shrinking violet that no one has ever noticed. She has shied away from the world, closing her barriers to shield herself from the harsh realities. Born as a sickly kitten, it was a wonder that she survived and grew up to be the healthy feline she is. Constantly observant and naturally reserved around others, she became perceptive at a young age and learned to tell whether someone isn't feeling well or if they are in a bad mood. She has always been socially awkward, unable to carry on a conversation or, most of the time, find something to talk about at all. Often times she doesn't even speak in fear that she'll make herself look idiotic, which she isn't. To be truthful, she's an extremely intelligent cat. Always having been slightly smaller than those around her, she can be described as dainty, small, petite, and even doll-like. This is Hana, the small violet that shrinks away from the world.

Soldiers & Cadets

Mercenaries //
Sateenkaari // Roleplayed by Masqueradetrick
To find her.... to seek her... she only appears on a rainy day. Thats how it used to be. Through all that gray... the darkness, a narrow band of light shone through in bright reds, oranges,yellows, greens, blues and purples. This was the Sateenkaari that everyone knew. This was the only side she allowed them to see. It was her natural defense. She is a black cat with white paws and a white chest. Around her eyes, she is masked by gray, along with little gray spots on her cheeks and muzzle. Her eyes change color, but are most commonly hazel. They never change to an extremely noticable color, but depending on her mood, little hues stick out more than the others, giving the optical illusion of color change. Sateenkaari stands tall compared to most cats, but she has a very lean figure that makes her seem frail rather than strong. This is another illusion produced by her features. In fact, she is very, very strong. Sateenkaari is a graceful fighter, swift and silent. You never see her coming, and during a battle she is so fast, its hard to keep track of her. She likes to confuse her enemies. Like most cats, she has a weakness of course. Hers is that since she is a very skinny cat, its easy to overpower her if you are able to overcome her swiftness. This makes her very vulnerable against muscular cats. No doubt, she has muscles as well, but hers are more lean, enabling her flexibility. But Sateenkaari isn't just a skilled fighter. That is no where close to who she is. Sateenkaari was raised in a very far away place. She was born in a group that valued ones abilities in the arts of fighting. They weren't a bloodthirsty group in any sort of way, but they were highly confident in their skills. The group didn't really have a specific name or leader, or any sort of organization. Usually a cat would take charge as a type of leader, but never was in complete total charge. Sateenkaari was born to a cat from a Finland background. Her mother had once been a kittypet, but escaped one day after her twolegs began to ignore her. Sateenkaari's father had died due to being run over, but she knew him briefly as a young kitten. She was named by her mother. Her name means 'rainbow'. She had a sister that was named Sinfonia. Sinfonia was a more artistic type of cat, unlike Sateenkaari who was more keen to her fighting skills. The two couldn't be more different. While Sinfonia was a subtle, gentle cat who would have tiny spurts of irritation, Sateenkaari was an outgoing, more fun loving type of cat who would find trouble around every corner. Sinfonia and her also shared another major difference. Sinfonia was very close to their mother, however Sateenkaari was not. In fact, the two never got along. Being closer to her father, Sateenkaari was devastated by his death. Sinfonia was also, but she handled it much better than her sister. Sateenkaari was driven to a point of insanity. She grew reckless and uncaring. Her mother became nothing to her, and so did her sister. As soon as she could, she left. Not even bothering to tell her family of her departure, she traveled to the mountains. There Sateenkaari became a hardened cat. She closed her heart up. But it wasn't that way for long. She met a cat, a tom to be exact. His name was Ostenio. The two were lovers at first sight, to be honest. She fell in love from the moment he said hello. But Ostenio didn't want commitment. He was a flirt. The tom left her one day, and once again, she was alone. She couldn't bare staying in that area anymore. Every place they had set foot was a painful place for her. Eventually, she wandered into the territory of city cats. She was scared at first, but trusted them. Her mother had been a tame cat, after all. This group was none other than Renegade Regime. They welcomed her graciously, noting her for her great strength. She was introduced to the underground system and placed there. These cats were so kind to her, she almost didn't believe this could be happening. But she embraced the new home with open arms. Sateenkaari is a naturally loyal cat. As mentioned, she is a very outgoing and hyper cat. Once she breaks out of her shy and cold shell, she shines with her bright attitude. Everyone who becomes close to her is taken back by her hidden personality. When asked why she was so shy, she simply laughs with her brilliant smile and says "Well, I guess I was just a little nervous to talk to you.". That statement is true. Half the time she is never sure of herself and has a low confidence level. Everyday though, she grows to be more open with the cats of Renegade Regime. They notice her leadership skills and they way she will help anyone in need. Of course, she has her faults. She can be incredibly selfish at times and has a habit of getting in trouble. And she is beyond stubborn. Even so, the good out weighs the bad. So come watch the clouds, and if you're lucky a rainbow will appear.

Orion // Roleplayed by Syncopation♪
Muscles flex and bunch under his ashen pelt, causing him to outwardly appear daunting and frightful. Emerald eyes take in your every expression, even the most subtle nuances that might slip past many. On his right shoulder he has four dots, set in the shape of the stars above them in what his mother called a "constellation". Orion is a quiet cat, despite his large form and calculating gaze, and rarely speaks to anyone. When he does, however, his voice rolls like thunder in the distance, deep and ominous as though warning of things to come. What’s so special about him, then? Nothing, really. Orion is a mundane cat, large in stature, yes, but not exceedingly so. Having been raised by a loner mother, he has had survival drilled into him every day, making him an unwilling participant. He knows to keep his eyes down, his words soft, his fighting capabilities hidden. That’s why in the darkness of the tunnels he keeps to the walls and the shadows, not drawing attention to himself. Having been trained to become a mercenary because of his build, Orion became the expert fighter he knew he could be yet knew he shouldn’t be, earning the respect of his peers, even as he tried to hide from their prying gazes. Ambivalent feelings clash about behind his emotionless eyes, unsure if he should stay true to his mother’s teachings or to himself. Orion does, however, have a soft spot for she-cats, and will fight to protect every one of them, feeling that, as a cat of his size, he has an obligation to do so. However, awkward doesn’t begin to describe him when he approaches one for a chat. A small flame of hope flicks inside his chest, waiting for the day when he can find the right she-cat for him to call his mate, and, one day, give his tykes something he never had: A choice in their lives.

Obsidian // Roleplayed by *Twinkle.Twinkle*
Gnarly is not even a word that can begin to describe Obsidian. Seriously. If you're under his claws, don't be begging for mercy. His title doesn't ensure you're pardoned from a fight. He was born to fight, trained to fight, and will die fighting. It's said his ginger fur is the color it is form the blood he's shed out of many others through his life. And he's definitely not one to be underestimated. He is bulky, and his muscles knot and churn under his short fur. His eyes, are a deep grey, almost mistaken for black sometimes, are said to show no emotion as you shiver and his weight, as you die slowly, while he watches, secretly content. Experience? You know he has it. Scars don't come from talking. no. They come from bitter fights, one's that leave you blind in one eye, and one of your ears half missing. Yeah, and that scar all the way down your flank? That sure didn't come from hunting mice. The Regime is his home, and always has been. The tunnels may practically be a straight walkways in his mind. So....don't get lost as he runs around and around and you chase after him. And if you try to run, well....I think you get the point.

Breaker // Roleplayed by Emberwish
Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.So let me tell you, this is how to be a heartbreaker. Boys they like a little danger, we'll get him falling for a stranger. A player, singing I lo-lo-love you.How to be a heartbreaker.Heartbreaker. Big ego, cares about no one except herself. She's an greedy, selfish pig always wanting more. She never does the dirty work, that's for people "below" her. An high-pitched slightly-squeaky-slightly-alluring voice. Thin as an stick, and always grabs the juicest mouse from the pile, never thinking about Origins, or tykes. She hates the tunnels and always complains about how her fur is always dirty.Silky creamy white fur, with a hint of cinnamon. Dappled ink black splotches cover her pelt. Pink nose, paws, and her sapphire eyes have a pinkish glow to them.Fur always groomed, duties always skipped. She's just an Heartbreaker

Glory // Roleplayed by Emberwish
Glory comes in many forms, whether through fighting, accomplishments, or purely just winning. He himself looks like glory as an cat. Pure sunset colored golden fur, that even gleams in the dark tunnel. Rich deep sapphire eyes, with flecks of metallic gold. Strong, muscular frame, and silky deep voice. Booming laughter that echoes through the tunnels.Perfect? Oh, no not perfect. He's Achille's heels is like many other heros.Loyalty.He trusts people too easily. Silent pawsteps, even with his rippling muscles. Speaks what on his mind, he's been in Renegade Regime for a long time. He eyes are tinged with a certain sadness. His mate and kits died a year ago. He still can't get over it, so he just pushes she-cats away. He's the lady's Prince Charming of course, though Glory is not proud of it. He constantly strives to be a better person.His voice is like the crashing waves, the booming thunder, his voices sounds glorious you could listen to it all day. When will he lose his sadness and find another lover? Or Willie never find one?

Kazami // Roleplayed by cefurst1
Kazami was born with fire in her veins. Her father trained her in the ways of the regime ever since she was merely four moons old. Fighting is her life, she has never been much of a hunter, and prefers to have a cat under her claws than prey. Her loyalty is to the regime, and the regime only. Anything else that has crossed her path and threatened her loyalty has been quickly destroyed. Trustworthy is an understatement. Secrets are kept well hidden behind her deep amber eyes. Her fur is as black as the night and littered with scars, the most prominent being the three scars running across her face. When she was young, she overestimated her strength, gaining scars that would push her to make sure that she was never overtaken by the enemy like that again. The only thing she loves is her family, and she is extremely over protective of them. Needless to say, do not cross her path.

Moth // Roleplayed by Emberwish
Flitting. Fluttering. Attract to the burning light, even though that will cause her end. No one can recall a time without Moth. If you take even just a quick glance at her she seems fragile, weak like she could collapse at any moment. Ragged chestnut brown with a hint of an cinnamon color. Scrawny bones, every pawsteps seems to take more energy then needed. Dare to ask if she needs assistance? She'll start scolding you furiously and refuse all help saying that she's not a helpless kit. Sharp tongue, snaps back at you if you start arguing with her. Raging, amber eyes that seem to have a flame a passion ready to take down all who dare mess with her. Burning, blazing with so much power that you must back down. Grumpy? Are you kidding me? She's grumpy 24/7. Despite that she's a pain, she truely does have sweet side. Every cat would miss her if she died. No cat would dare disrespect her. No once. Sarcastic, but has this humor that could make any cat smile. Her ancient eyes only grow soft when discussing or playing with kits. She's so friendly it's hard to believe that she would every argue with any cat. Moth has this lovable personality that either irritates the heck out of cats or makes you automatically take a liking to her.

Solstice // Roleplayed by Syncopation♪
The harder you look at this she-cat, the more you realize you don't know. On the outside, she looks like any other she-cat of the Regime: toned muscles, sharp claws, and sturdy build. Her pelt is a light cream color, her eyes a simple mahogany. Why, then, is she so impossible to read? Her eyes glow like luminescent orbs in the dim light of the tunnels, cutting through the shadows like beams of light. She's light on her paws and quick to dodge, a born fighter. This is a she-cat that says little, believing firmly int he saying "Actions speak louder than words". Her past remains shrouded in mystery, and she intends to keep it that way. When she does speak, it's with the practices diplomatic skills she picked up hanging around the Garden for so long, watching the Guiders work. It was her dream, in fact, to be a Guider or Raiser, but her muscular form was too good for the Regime to let waste doing anything other than fighting. That's why, when the time came, she became a Mercenary Cadet, and with due training, a Mercenary herself. She doesn't mind bloodshed, but is bothered when fights break out over things that could have just easily been solved with words. At first, Solstice is hard to get along with, but as you become close, you'll find that there's no better, more loyal friend to have.

Jev // Roleplayed by Syncopation
Mystery clings to this tom as shadows do to the night. You cannot have one without the other. Jev is a reclusive tom, scary if you don't know him and witty to a point of annoyance if you do. Dry humor and obvious advances on she-cats are this tom's signature moves. His build doesn't hurt his chances either. Large, yet not to the point of obnoxious, Jev is perfect for a mercenary. His brown pelt is marked up with ebony stripes like clawmarks, giving him a rough and worn look. Completely out of character though, is the white patch down his chest His eyes, however, tell his story. Rarely does he show emotion, yet when he does, it's his eyes that become the windows to his soul. Amber and deep enough to drown in, if you catch this tom's eyes, watch out. Whether his attention is good or bad, once you have it you'll have a hard time getting out.

Rixon // Roleplayed by Syncopation
Joker, prankster, plotter. Rixon is overall a troublemaker. An ambitious, dangerous troublemaker. Mahogany eyes always laughing and joking, you rarely know when Rixon is about to blow up, but when he does, few dare to stand up to him. Cloaked in a shaggy tabby pelt, he has the bad-boy appearance that all she-cats love, yet beneath that is the anger and murderous intent that is Rixon. His build is large and welll muscled, making him the perfect candidate for a mercenary, yet few like to patrol with him, for when he finds an intruder, he tears it apart with reckless abandon. Everyone knows this tom isn't quite right in the mind, yet few can stay away from his devilish good looks and rich, deep voice. Loyalty doesn't exist in Rixon's vocabulary, so it isn't at all odd to find him eating prey before feeding the tykes and origins. The greatest worry that any cat should have is whether of not they can trust this tom to have their back when they need it.

Sinister // Roleplayed by Jaypaw
What is mystery, you ask. To start with, there are many. Murder mysteries, love mysteries and ones that you hunger to know why someone became that or this way. Sinister fits all three categories. When you look at this black tom and his seething acid green eyes, you know he isnt your regular murder type. The way the large tom intimidates you with his hovering height, dangerous and freighting eyes. Ones that will swallow you up whole, devour you until there was not a trace left. As if you never even existed. Your probably curious about his past, wondering, How did he become like this? and there is only one answer. He risked. He loved. He paid the price. Simply as that. If you want to find out the whole story, your going to have to work for it; he doesn't just give it to anyone. Be warned, what you find may not be something you really don't want to hear. That is if you can even get close to him first. Any cat that is near is in danger or being rewarded a severe wound. His face is often blank hiding his secrets, he doesn't share anything. Everything is a secret to him, that he won't tell you. Good luck trying to find out.

Splinter // Roleplayed by AvalonSoul567
Splinters, quite a harsh experience, am I correct? They cut into your skin, inflicting extreme pain, and are quite a pain to remove. That describes Splinter. He is quite similar to what he was named after. Splinter is harsh and cruel, spitting words of complete icy bitterness, seeming to cut deep into you and harm your very soul. His icy blue gaze seems to freeze you in place, judging and scathing as if he could read your mind. His short scraggly ginger-cream pelt just adds to his menacing appearance. Splinter is also a pain to get rid of. If he decides you're going to suffer his bitter stereotypical words that he spews from his mouth, then you have to deal with him. He'll never give up, not until you collapse from his cruelty.

Savanna // Roleplayed by xXSpadeXx
Many wild things are raised in the Savanna. Savanna is a reddish-ginger she-cat with Green eyes that are surrounded by small black circles. This she-cat practically never sleeps and regrets it every morning. Her sarcasm and her hyperness are probably the two things that attract other cats to her. She is a generally funny cat who love to laugh and make other people laugh. Sometimes if she laughs to much she cries. No one is quite sure why or what was funny in the first place but they laugh anyway. Her mother and father both died, when she was a Tyke, on a thunderpath when running to catch a rouge. That night she cried not because of something that made her laugh, but a real cry of pain and loss. she hopes that someone can mend her torn heart and cover up the hole. She knows though, that no one will ever replace her loving parents.

Scouts //

Ping // Roleplayed by theoretically.
Amiable. Bright. Charming. Desirable. Erratic. Flirtatious. Graceful. Hypnotic. Intelligent. Just. Keen. Lovely. Mysterious. Nimble. Orange-eyed. Provocative. Quaint. Radiant. Seductive. Titillating. Unusual. Vivid. White-furred. Xenodochial. Young. Zealous.

Leo // Roleplayed by valiance.

Dauntless, relaxed; this is how Leo never fails to carry himself. His dusty black pelt handsomely fashions his lean, yet toned frame. He has a cocky yet playful smile, a smile that could only be laughing at you, but he doesn't often have bad intentions when mocking other's. He has natural skills in combat, a strong will to survive, and simply an exotic essence that makes up his cunning and crafty mind. He has an imagination with no boundaries for the various ways one could go about killing or disabling a cat. He shows no mercy for a stranger that could only bring trouble to him, as he sees little reason to allow them to carry on. With his relaxed, almost lazy poise, you wouldn't think he was constantly aware of his surroundings. And yet he never fails to be. It's almost unnerving, how quick he is to know the identity of a cat who faces his back. How precisely accurate his senses are, and how well his body is tuned with his surroundings. But even this ability isn't the most interesting thing about him. This tom's eyes are a completely different image of their own. Contrasting frighteningly with his lopsided, playful smile. The colors of his two irises are of complete opposites; the right eye glinting with a cold shade of a brown-gold color, contrasting with the silvery grey of his left eye. They never fail to gleam with cat-like precision wherever there is even a hint of light. He'd make for intimidating company, if it weren't for his smile and poise. Inside this cat knows his limits, and works with his strengths for a better outcome of any situation. Whether it be a physical battle, debate, or even a spat. He has ambitions, goals to strive for, and the patience to let them be achieved in their own good time; a time that would suit him the most.

Waltz // Roleplayed by Emberwish

Dancing, spinning, prancing all in professional kind of order. Forming a stunning, breath-taking waltz.Glimmering amber eyes that seem like there is a flame inside waiting to consume you. Slender body, legs, even an long tail. Gracefully, not clumsy every pawsteps is a different dance, another story.No cat knows much about her except that's she's an non-stop daydreamer. She does what she likes, Has a patrol today? Doesn't fee like going? Skips it completely. Instead she goes wandering through the forest, waltzing like a goddess.Independent, and has a little bit of Amnesia problems. Ragged ink black pelt that is never groomed or looks stunning. Not a care in the world, she is so disconnected from society. Voice like the wind, soft and beautiful.Even though Waltz is an calm daydreamer, just because the wind is usually qet doesn't mean it's never loud and full of rage, When she gets angry you better watch your back.She's the most stunning, or some might say beautiful when she's furious she expresses so much passion when Waltz is mad. Never mistake this cat for what she seems to be.

Celeste // Roleplayed by Syncopation♪
Innocence. This she-cat is everything you should aspire to be. Bright blue eyes shine with strength gained only through terrible perils; her words are tempered with the knowledge that it can only take one whisper to hurt a cat. Her pelt, however, speaks a different story. Its crimson stain tells of death and betrayal and tragedy. Her carefully sharpened claws whisper of times long past when they were used freely. Celeste has learned that nothing is gained without first losing something. The more you gain, the more you lose. But she also recognizes that the deeper pain carves you out, the more love and bliss can rush in.She is the perfect example of loss can change someone, and an even better example of how it can sometimes be for the better. Soft, serene, and graceful, Celeste is much like the stars that hover over the ground, suspended in the sky by tethers thinner than cobwebs, so it's no surprise that one falls ever once in a while...


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