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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.
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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
Commander
// 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.
Chaman
// 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, revealing his muscular build. Eyes of topaz bore into everything around his being, each deep orb containing a fleck of brightness. Although nature has deemed him to be a freak, there is an optimistic positivity to the way Quinn acts. In any situation, regardless of the consequences, he becomes a beacon of light, showing that there is still happiness in the sadness. His ability to make others laugh is one of his strong suits, aside from his intelligence and natural affinity towards healing Although he appears to be little more than a flaw -- nature's pity project, really -- Quinn will change you.
Mercenary Superior
// none
Guider Superior
// 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 Superior
// Dakota roleplayed by Ambrosia`
There's always two sides to every story and Dakota always found herself looking the other way. The wrong way. Too curious about the world above ground and feeling imprisoned by the Renegade Regime's tunnels, her listless emotions towards the league were often mistaken for laziness, every time she complained. Her attitude toward towards her home marred when a tunnel collapsed on her leg, crushing the hip bone. She walks with a limp and struggles to get around as freely as on the smooth ground of the surface. Being lame crushed her dreams and built up a wall of resentment toward those who fared better. When she was a tyke her passion was sky high, dreaming of one day being a superior. Now it seems it doesn't matter and she's just waiting for something more exciting to come along. A selfish notion, but Dakota was never going to be another self sacrificing soldier for the ranks of the Blind Protector. In fact she has a few harsh views on their spiritual guardian if asked she will spit her opinion like a sour taste in her mouth. Everybody knows what a selfish skeptic this black and white, green eyed she-cat is and some might want to remind her of what true loyalty means, although it might be too late by then.
Raiser Superior
// 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. Cressidalovestykes. 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.
Sentinals
// 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.
// Claire roleplayed by xXSpadeXx
Secret service. That's two words that should stop you from reading her bio. If you are a rebel and wish to dig deeper into this secret file then proceed to read, but beware. You have been warned. This Sentinel is a light gray she-cat with white splotches all over he body and bright green eyes. her mother died after giving birth to her and her brother, Chanson. A few moons after that, their father died while trying to save the tykes from a fox that was intruding Post Kilo. Her brother mourned for ages but Claire tried to dismiss the thought of her deceased parents as soon as possible. She was chosen to become a sentinel and she fulfilled her duty with pride, happy to have something to do that would take her mind off everything, something important, something to live for. She protected Commander Largo with great pride. Although she has had her ups and downs, she stays strong and protects her commander and her league-mates.
// Hart roleplayed by Woofles
Buried beneath layers and layers of fur that resembles multiple hued grains of sand. A soft ginger-golden streaked with tawny. It forms a sheath over his body which is heavily muscled and large, able to take hits and return them with as much force. The thrill of battle is what he focuses on instead of the regime entirely. With this regimen in mind from dawn to dusk, he has ousted the derision of his league members that have scorned him throughout his life for his homosexuality. It turned him from a loud, raucous party animal to a subdued military freak in denial of his preference toward a partner. The only problem is he tried to bury himself away in sand and all it takes to uncover is a strong wind. Or in his case, a tom of his fancy. It's a troublesome thing for this rabbit hearted stag only trying to live his life, or at least suffer it. A lively spirit is swallowed in his gaze, a pretty leafy green which shines with affections and yet lies as well. There can't be one without the other, this he has learned and knows all too well.
// Ed roleplayed by Snowybreeze
A red brown Tom cat with patches of Gray Fur. He Loves Young cats and loves teach them how to Defend Renegade Regime. He loves his mate Jan and would Defend her with his life. He takes Pride in his work and is Respected by most cadets. When he can't Sleep he wonders the Tunnels late at Night and Watches for Intruders. He has fathered many tykes. His mate often Accuses him of loving todd-tyke the most because he misses him so much. He is a very Faithful Sentinel.
// Procellor Roleplayed by Lumoscia
Illusions…He stares into your eyes, shreds your mask and peers into your soul. Procellor is a lean and strong cat, swift and powerful in battle…a controlled foe…a respected opponent.He is a noble cat, loyal but prone to hiding how kind he can be. He is everything good and nothing bad. His grey and black fur accentuates his soft amber gaze and his dark colouring aids him in fighting in shadow. Procellor can often be found staring into a storm cast sky, shadow playing across his face...dancing past his passive gaze. He loves solitude and often distances himself from all but an unfortunate few. He hides his true self behind a mask, an illusionary façade, maintained merely to project a falsity of stability on those around him. The truth is…well sometimes the truth can be hard to find, and even harder to prove. His few lapses leave doubt in the minds of those around him…doubt that fades over time until the next mistake. Not even he truly understands who he is behind his many masks, but one thing is certain, he will stand at the front protecting those weaker than him from those that wish them harm. A storm breaks suddenly, the only warning….the shadows that precede it.
Spies
// 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.
Desmair // roleplayed by xxserenity
They say that eyes are the window to your soul – Desmair’s hazel green eyes definitely are, though he can shield his emotions with equal ease. Desmair is a quiet cat, and seems harmless. He’s quite small for his age, and very slight, so cats don’t normally take him for a threat. But Desmair is perfectly capable of being brave, hot-blooded, and almost vicious in odds to his rather delicate appearance. Desmair knows that wars are not nearly as glorious and exciting as some cats may rave. There is no beauty in killing, no beauty in the splatter of blood across the grass, and no pleasure in ripping your claws through another cat’s fur. Oh, that doesn’t mean Desmair won’t fight when the time comes – but he is less likely to start the fight than other the other Mercenaries. Bloodshed, when things can be resolved without the waste of precious lives, is pointless and costly. Don't kill when you can hurt. Personality-wise, Desmair is not such a bad cat to be around. He can be a bit stand-offish at first, but will warm to cats he thinks really like him. Once he trusts you, you’re his best friend. Betray him, and you will regret your actions. Desmair is vengeful, and broods about wrongs that have been done to him. He believes that an eye for an eye is fair, and lives by that rule. It doesn’t matter how long it takes for him to take revenge, but he must take it. Justice must be served.
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.
Empress // Roleplayed by kingofhearts.
Perhaps the worst name possible for this cat, Empress is everything her name doesn't suggest: clumsy, insecure, and self-deprecating. On first glance, though, the image of graceless she-cat isn't the initial specter. After all, everything about her could be queen-like: from her fur, which is a slicked back fiery ginger, to her body, which is willow-like in its build. However, what gives it away are two things - appearance-wise, at least: her tail and her eyes. The former is a plumy object, filled with feathery wisps of color. Aside from being the favorite play toy of many kittens, it is also the primary reason why she trips so much. The latter are the windows to her soul, and the chartreuse pigment is often filled with a mournful regret. As for why Empress is who she is, that's a story told for another day.
Tsubaki // Roleplayed by Foxblood
Such a sad, little flower. That's what she was told by her parents when she was young. Was it because she was too small? They would whack her with their tails harshly when she couldn't bring fresh prey home, and she was allowed none of their prey. Was it because her green eyes weren't the perfect, emerald green? They would call her pathetic when she would crawl towards them, weak from hunger. Was it because she didn't have perfect, solid color fur. Did her white fur with it's orange and brown splotches intimidate them, therefore making them torture her. She realized that the only way she would be able to survive was to run away, or crawl away. It was easy for her to find crow-food, at first. So strength returned, slowly. And her natural instincts began to kick in without the strict, harsh rules of her parents looming over her. And soon, she found herself roaming the tunnels under the city. They say a tsubaki flower has no scent, is unnoticeable, and nothing special. But pay attention closely, the faintest glimmer in her will amaze you, and once you smell that flower, you'll realize it will be sweeter than you've ever known.
Annabelle // Roleplayed by .:Featherheart:.
A light gray she-cat with wide light blue eyes. Around her muzzle and underbelly she is white. She is a sweetheart and soft spoken she-cat who is shy around toms, especially those she likes. She is very loyal to Renegade Regime and wouldn't choose anywhere else to live, unless you meant more to her than anyone in the world. She always wanted to be a raiser and loves looking after kits and helping the Origins out with their tykes. She is a hopeless romantic but isn't bold enough to act and talk to a tom she likes.
Guiders //
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.
Dapple // Roleplayed by xXSpadeXx
A white coat, dappled with ginger, brown, and black spots, darted through the battle field, clawing the flanks of some cats that she passed. The she-cat skids to a stop in front of a limp tom, one who's pelt looked equal to her's in texture and color. Salty tears were visible as she crouched down to her deceased litter-mate, licking his fur lightly. She looked up and spotted a glimmer in the sky. It was faint and far of in the starry night, but the she-cat's sea blue eyes caught the new star in it's tracks. There was her brother, Cadet Gaven, among the stars. The grieving sister turned with such fury, her eyes landing on her sibling's attacker. She bared her teeth and sprang, going for the kill that she knew she would be successful. She fought fiercely, having to be dragged away when the battle was called off. Oh how she had wanted that kill, to feel the skin break under her jaws. She didn't though and looking back on it now she still wishes that she had. Her heart still aches to have it's brother back but she knows that he isn't with her anymore. She wishes some day to have a tom protect her the way her brother did and love her that much more.
Ilia // Roleplayed Snowybreeze
a white-gray She cat with a Brown-Red tail. She is very Rowdy and sometimes doesn't Listens to her mentor but always listened to Nero. Her Sister is Roes, but they are Complete Opposites. She Hates Battle and Argues against them. Her only Dream is to Become Chamen. She doesn't look forward to having Kits. Even though she might be allowed to have them one day, today is not that day.
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.
Austin // Roleplayed by theoretically.
If you were to capture the dusty color of dusk in a bottle and spread it like churned chocolate frosting across a body composed of wiry muscle, you would have Austin's coat. If you were to capture the murky color of thunderstorms in a bottle and fit it into eye sockets like puzzle pieces, you would have Austin's optics. If you were to capture the tortured color of memories in a bottle and make it a part of his heart, you would have Austin's personality. His mother's death at a young age left him with emotional scars, but -- unlike others -- he used his pain to become a kinder and sweeter feline. Regardless of how small a task is, he will put his heart and soul into it. Dedicated, easygoing, and loving -- that's Austin.
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.
Cadet Erebus // Roleplayed by AvalonSoul567
Partner: Tsubaki // Roleplayed by Foxblood
Darkness. That's what his name means, after all. Erebus was the primeval god of darkness, evil coursed through his veins. So of course, you would only assume that this tom is of the same spitefulness. But, Erebus is not evil, not at all. He's simply dark, dark as his namesake. Every once in a while though, he'll slip and say something cruel, but that's just nature. Erebus is just a quiet, dark cat. Like a goth. He has a thick, ebony pelt, long and silky. His eyes are a handsome emerald, always seeming to have a calculative gleam to them. HIs mother is Aphrodite, a scout of the Regime. His father? No one knows, not even his mother. Erebus is a kind friend, though he may say some strange things sometimes. You just have to deal with his darkness.
Guider Cadets //
Cadet Hana // Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Partner: Ilia // Roleplayed by Snowybreeze
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.
Cadet Hazel // Roleplayed by AvalonSoul567
Partner: Austin // Roleplayed by theoretically.
Brilliance. Sheer brilliance. The moment you see Hazel, you immediately think on the bright side. She dazzles you with that star-quality grin of hers, evoking the same cheerful smile out of you. She amazes you with her lustrous pelt, the silken combination of a warm brown and soft cream like a freshly-brewed cappuccino. Then, there are her eyes. Oh, her eyes. They're the epitome of beauty, they are. Her gaze is a bewitching hazel -- a dark, rich shade circulating the irises, slowly spiraling its way out into a bright, peppy hazel. Within this, emerald flecks are artfully scattered, resulting in a spectacular collaboration. Hazel is forever loyal to the Regime. She's one of the best guiders in the Regime, her naturally helpful disposition making her a wise asset in that department. All in all, Hazel is a wondrous feline. She's kind, jovial, trustworthy, sweet, humorous, brave, inquisitive, and overall, astounding. You couldn't hope for a better friend than Hazel.
Cadet Pebble // Roleplayed by Mjoy3000
Partner: Dapple // Roleplayed by xXSpadeXx
Pebble: a small rock. Most cats would think it's a weak name. But Pebble herself doesn't. She actually loves her name, adores it. Like a pebble, she is smaller than most cats. But her greatest belief is that small creatures can do big things. Though a bit shy, Pebble will help anyone who is feeling small and weak, and can be a great friend to those who need one. From her olive-green eyes to her shiny grey pelt, Pebble shows her pride in her beautiful name.
Cadet Mateo // Roleplayed by rude.awakening
Partner: Opal // Roleplayed by valiance.
A small tom with big, watery-blue eyes. He seems to almost be a kitten from his smallness. He's a bit shy, most call him an introvert. Mateo's parents abandoned him at birth, though the never left Renegade Regime. They left him to fend for himself, to live on his own. Mateo has a slick mottled pelt of black and cream, and sharp claws. He'd love to make a few friends, if someone would give him the chance. He's always been interested in herbs and other such remedies, so the path of a guider was an obvious choice for him.
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.
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.
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.
Holly // Roleplayed by CatsAndCoffee.
A young Shorthair with spiky, black and white with a spunky air and a devious attitude, Holly has a rebellious love for adventure, and as a kit her head was filled with wild, wild dreams. Holly holds a fierce loyalty to her Clan and Clanmates, and doesn't trust anyone she doesn't completelyknow; she is quick to think and is always prepared for danger, being witty and finding solutions through tight, impossible-like situations. However, her emotions sometimes get the best of her, such as anger or sadness, for example; but she is also very helpful and observant, quick to come to the aid of others, brave and smart, and one who doesn't (always) jump to conclusions. However, it doesn't mean she's doesn't know what love is: like the saying goes, "the way to a tomcat's heart is through his stomach", but for Holly? it's more like: "the way to Holly's heart is through sharing the things she loves the most - taking responsibility and speaking your mind. She is quite independent and wary of those she doesn't know, but hey, who knows?
Coulee // Roleplayed by єυρhσяια
Tongue-like protrusions of magma flames lick the side of this onyx-striped tom's pelt, for his name means solidified lava. The intricate, swiveling design of imperial red and coal black makes him stand out like a beacon standing high and tall in the middle of nowhere. A pain with deep roots burns inside his heart and an emotional storm rages within his sickened mind daily; he alternates between two poles of icy and burning rage and a sweet disposition paired with round, innocent hazel eyes. Oh yeah, boy is he ever bipolar! You guessed it. He swings between highs and lows very easily and can fall into a deep period of depression easily or zip to an amazing high where he looks at everything through a rainbows-and-unicorn-ponies lens. When he's in that mode, every dull, brown moth with holed wings is a beautiful butterfly and every dark, stormy day is just the prelude to a rainbow. He is definitely not your average cat and he has trouble with relationships because instead of having one set personality he can match to another, whether opposites attract or not, his mood is always rapidly changing. One might wonder if this has already begun to slowly drive the poor guy insane, for his two polar-opposite moods are just as contradictory as the two blatantly different colors his coat harbors-- bright, crimson red and dark, brooding black. It's like hes a coal tabby and a ginger tabby all mixed up and lost the other genes somewhere. However, he's got a dream-- to find somebody who loves him for both personalities, including the dark, mysterious, and sometimes dangerous one. Although, if he has a true state, that neutral level in between highs and lows, it is a calm state of balance that reflects the true him.
Arya // Roleplayed by MadeInRomancia
Sofia // Roleplayed by MintOwl
Orange-red paws glide over the tunnel floors, barely making a sound as the wiry she-cat weaves her way around the area. You would think this slender, seemingly innocent she-cat wouldn't be part of the Mercenary group but you better beware. Not only does her tongue leave deadly wounds, her teeth and claws are quick to follow. She uses her long body to her advantage. Her quick movements are hard to follow and she seems to tire out her enemy before even laying a sharp black claw on them. Her fur is a short dark brown that lightens until orange-red on her tail-tip, paws, chest, muzzle, and the tip of her ears. Her voice is mocking and tanged with venom but flows beautifully. The scent of underground is somehow masked by her own rose-thorn scent. Everything about her seems to resemble a long, slender rose, studded with thorns.
Comatose // Roleplayed by rude.awakening
Power. Vengefulness pounds in her veins. She was born to be great, her parents knew it from the moment she was kitted into the dark, filthy tunnels of the Regime. She was born Penelope, but decided to change her name to Comatose as soon as she knew best. But for the first moons of her life, she was a soft Penelope. The Raiser Superior knew that Penelope wasn't going to make it, she couldn't breath, her mother had had a miscarriage. But did that stop Penelope? Certainly not. She breathed, she coughed, and she breathed once again, her lungs clear of the fluid that had once filled them at birth. She saw, she prevailed. Most would think that with the name Penelope, you're a soft, warm, huggable creature. Soft? Warm? Huggable?! Bah, that's an insult! Penelope is nothing of the sorts! She was mistaken for a soft feline so many times, she decided to change her name to Comatose, a more frightening name. Her angelic snow-white pelt would definitely give you more of a reason to coo and snuggle with this feline, but if you even say one demeaning word of adoration to her, you might as well make sure all of your affairs are in order, because you're going to the grave. Her eyes are strange, they are. One eye, her right eye, is a gentle, clement baby-blue. Her other eye, a raging vomit-green that seems to bore into your soul. Comatose is a strange feline. One day she's calm, what one might even say as passive and sweet as could be, but then the next, she snaps at you. She howls with laughter at your every fault. Let me say it once more; Comatose is a strange feline. Her well-toned muscles are hidden by her thick white pelt, but they are soon evident in the heat of battle. She's wise, a gift of intuition in her that is unlike any other. It's almost as if she can see her opponents moves before they even happen. Comatose has a gift of fighting, you see. She's wonderful at it, a prodigy, some would say. Nevertheless, she still finds time to chatter on and on with her companions, conversations that seem to carry on into the night. But in the end, Comatose is a wonderful cat. She looks forward to the day that she leads her powerful army of the Regime, a day she hopes she'd live to see.
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