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Description
CHANGE LOG
1/21/2015: Character bio started, rough ideas written.
Name | Cirrus (sir-russ)
Meaning: Thin or wispy cloud
Age | 65 moons (almost 5.5 years)
Birthdate: September 20
Gender | Male (he, his, him) (semi-genderfluid)
Breed | Khao Manee
Breed Description: The Khao Manee are similar in build to the Siamese, though are not the same. Their fur is always pure white, soft, and sleek while their eyes are gold or blue. They originate from Thailand.
Clan | Airclan
Bloodline: AirxAir
Rank | Medical Master
First Glance | Pure white, slightly feminine-looking tom with mismatched gold & blue eyes. Always smiling.
Build: Lithe with lean muscles, narrow/slim body and angular head.
Scars: none
Element | Air
Techniques | (tba)
Abilities | 1-10 (5 is average)
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 6
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 8
Personality |
Traits | {Pacifist | Happy-go-lucky | Generous | Self-sacrificing | Annoying}
{Pacifist | =} Cirrus will not fight. Violence is not in his nature. Because of this he is often submissive and will let others have their way, simply to avoid starting something. He is non-confrontational, but isn't intimidated by those more powerful than him - it is not out of fear for his own life, but for the lives of others, that he is this way. "The moment you unsheathe your claws, you have admitted defeat."
{Happy-go-lucky | +} Able to see the light in any situation, Cirrus often plays a supportive role in the lives of the cats around him. He goes out of his way to make the lives of others brighter, knowing that even a simple "have a good day" can be enough to make someone feel better. While there are times when a happy attitude is inappropriate, Cirrus still refuses to be angry or sad. "There are few cats who won't be disarmed by a genuine smile."
{Generous | +} If there is suffering, Cirrus is there trying to help. He willingly gives food and shelter to all that seek help, and will give whatever he has the power to give. No matter your clan, wealth, or power, Cirrus will aid you to the best of his ability. If there's something he can't do, he will seek someone out that can do it. If this means going without food or sleep, it's fine with him. "I live by the rule that every day I must help someone, even if in a small way."
{Self-sacrificing | -} Occasionally, Cirrus can be found passed out in the middle of camp after days of not eating or sleeping. He always keeps himself busy, checking up on the entire clan as a mother would tend her kittens. Cirrus makes it his personal duty to assist wherever he can, however he can. Some cats may find this annoying; for them he simply watches from further away. "I can hardly eat knowing that somewhere a cat doesn't have that luxury."
{Annoying | -} "Are you doing okay?" "Yes, Cirrus." "Are you sure? Did you get enough sleep?" "Yes, Cirrus." "You look like you're beginning to catch a cold, I've got something for that if you want." "No thanks, Cirrus." "Are you sure because it's-" "SHUT UP."
History |
{Before} Once amid the ranks of Airclan was a large and handsome tom by the name of Wolfram. He was strong yet gentle, wise yet charming. His fur was a soft grey, darkest where it formed stripes around his eyes and legs. As he became an adult, it seemed he could have any she-cat in the clan. Sure, many of them were lovely to look at, interesting to talk to, or fit enough to match his hunting prowess. But none of them could match his voice. For Wolfram was a singer, he sang to the moon and the stars and his voice could melt your soul. This made the she-cats swoon, each trying her hardest to get his attention. He spent days and nights with each, but no female in the clan could sing at all. One day, while he strolled along the cliffs, he heard the most beautiful sound. It was soft like silk and full of soul, surely no feline could produce this sound. Wolfram rounded a corner and came upon a small khao manee she-cat, singing her heart out to the lonesome canyons. No one else was around, so when Wolfram stepped on a twig the singing stopped. The young female leapt six feet in the air, startled to discover his presence. "Oh dear," She said. "You must have heard me. I'm sorry," The khao looked away, embarrassed. Wishing to hear her voice again, Wolfram started singing to her tune. Slowly, at first, prodding her with his voice. She seemed baffled, but he saw her tail swishing to the rhythm. Unable to keep the music in, she joined the song, their voices echoing throughout the canyons. A perfect harmony was formed, and when the song was over, Wolfram approached her. "Are you of Airclan?" He asked. "Yes, but I mostly stay out of everyone's way." The khao still seemed shy. "What's your name?" Wolfram prodded. "Swan," She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "Swan. Will you accompany me back to camp?" This is how Cirrus' parents met, a union that would last a long time.
{Kithood} Swan and Wolfram had two kittens, one that was as white as the snow and one that was so dark she would get lost in her parents' shadows. The boy they named Cirrus for his white coat, and the girl they named Jet for her ability to vanish into shadows. From the moment they opened their eyes, the kits seemed to never want to close them, the pair constantly exploring camp and meeting their fellow Airclanners. Cirrus quickly discovered his talent for airbending, but his sister wasn't a bender. He grew faster than she did, and even at a very young age became protective of her. Unlike other litters that fight amongst themselves, Cirrus and Jet were the best of friends. One day, while they were pestering some apprentices as kits do, they saw the Medical Master rush quickly to the nursery. Excited because they thought they might be getting a new litter of playmates, they bounced after him into the shared den. The healer had gone straight to their mother, however, who was coughing badly. They didn't understand because of their age, but their mother was sick. Wolfram sat worriedly beside her as the healer diagnosed the illness. It was deemed best that Swan stay in the healer's den until she was better, as not to get the kits or other cats sick. Wolfram stayed with her day and night, the kits left to their own because they were already weaned. As the pair reached their fifth moon, Wolfram came to the kits with a somber look on his face. "Dear children," He began, fighting back tears. "Your mother has died. She is in the Spirit World now." Not understanding, Jet cocked her head. "When is she coming back?" Their father shook his head, putting his paws around them in feline embrace. "She's never coming back. It's just us now."
{Apprenticeship} Wolfram couldn't be more proud of his kits, the way that they persevered despite being without a mother. Jet especially deserved the praise, as she was not an airbender and had a much tougher time leaping between the cliffs. Cirrus continued to show his innate talent for airbending, to the point where some cats started saying he could airbend well enough for both he and his sister. However, the snow-white tom had other things on his mind. Every day he would drop into the healer's den feigning some illness or injury, asking the old brown cat named Reed questions while there. Reed, of course, saw through Cirrus' acting, but played along to spend time with the young tom.
{Medical Mastery} (tba)
Likes |
- Freshly fallen snow (perfect camouflage)
- Games (like hide-n-seek)
- When everyone's happy
Dislikes |
- Violence (verbal or physical)
- Being alone
- Not being able to save someone
Talents | Airbending, eidetic memory, herb use
Fears | His own reflection (mild), losing a patient
Secrets | Has none (that you need to know about)
Orientation | Demiromantic Pansexual
Status | Virgin, never had a relationship
Mate | n/a
Crushes | None (yet!)
Interests |
- Dark fur
- Heterochromia
- Bobbed tails
- Cats that like to cuddle ;u;
Dislikes |
- Bad attitudes
- Cream/pale red fur
- Lots of stripes or scars
- Cats that don't like cuddles ;n;
Neutral
Acquaintance
Friend
Close friend
Best friend
Crush
Family
Love
Mate
Respect
Dislike
Loathe
Apprentice/Mentor
Name | :bullet: | :dev: | fav.me
"Thoughts"
Airclan
Wolfram | | NPC
"My father. He's an elder now, deaf. He doesn't talk anymore. He used to have the most wonderful voice..."
Swan | | NPC
"My mother. She died of illness when I was young. I only remember a white blur where her face was, but pa always said she was the most beautiful she-cat."
Jet | NPC
"My poor sister..."
Reed | | NPC
"The cat that taught me almost everything I know. I still have questions."
(none yet)
Sample | (wip)
Notes | Open
Skype | Open (felis-draconis)
Comments | Closed
Other | Ask
Group | Dawn-of-Destinies
Idea/Ref | Xx0DemonWolf0xX
Character/Art | Felis-Draconis
Basics
Name | Cirrus (sir-russ)
Meaning: Thin or wispy cloud
Age | 65 moons (almost 5.5 years)
Birthdate: September 20
Gender | Male (he, his, him) (semi-genderfluid)
Breed | Khao Manee
Breed Description: The Khao Manee are similar in build to the Siamese, though are not the same. Their fur is always pure white, soft, and sleek while their eyes are gold or blue. They originate from Thailand.
Clan | Airclan
Bloodline: AirxAir
Rank | Medical Master
First Glance | Pure white, slightly feminine-looking tom with mismatched gold & blue eyes. Always smiling.
Build: Lithe with lean muscles, narrow/slim body and angular head.
Scars: none
Statistics
Element | Air
Techniques | (tba)
Abilities | 1-10 (5 is average)
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 6
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 8
Complexion
Personality |
Traits | {Pacifist | Happy-go-lucky | Generous | Self-sacrificing | Annoying}
{Pacifist | =} Cirrus will not fight. Violence is not in his nature. Because of this he is often submissive and will let others have their way, simply to avoid starting something. He is non-confrontational, but isn't intimidated by those more powerful than him - it is not out of fear for his own life, but for the lives of others, that he is this way. "The moment you unsheathe your claws, you have admitted defeat."
{Happy-go-lucky | +} Able to see the light in any situation, Cirrus often plays a supportive role in the lives of the cats around him. He goes out of his way to make the lives of others brighter, knowing that even a simple "have a good day" can be enough to make someone feel better. While there are times when a happy attitude is inappropriate, Cirrus still refuses to be angry or sad. "There are few cats who won't be disarmed by a genuine smile."
{Generous | +} If there is suffering, Cirrus is there trying to help. He willingly gives food and shelter to all that seek help, and will give whatever he has the power to give. No matter your clan, wealth, or power, Cirrus will aid you to the best of his ability. If there's something he can't do, he will seek someone out that can do it. If this means going without food or sleep, it's fine with him. "I live by the rule that every day I must help someone, even if in a small way."
{Self-sacrificing | -} Occasionally, Cirrus can be found passed out in the middle of camp after days of not eating or sleeping. He always keeps himself busy, checking up on the entire clan as a mother would tend her kittens. Cirrus makes it his personal duty to assist wherever he can, however he can. Some cats may find this annoying; for them he simply watches from further away. "I can hardly eat knowing that somewhere a cat doesn't have that luxury."
{Annoying | -} "Are you doing okay?" "Yes, Cirrus." "Are you sure? Did you get enough sleep?" "Yes, Cirrus." "You look like you're beginning to catch a cold, I've got something for that if you want." "No thanks, Cirrus." "Are you sure because it's-" "SHUT UP."
History |
{Before} Once amid the ranks of Airclan was a large and handsome tom by the name of Wolfram. He was strong yet gentle, wise yet charming. His fur was a soft grey, darkest where it formed stripes around his eyes and legs. As he became an adult, it seemed he could have any she-cat in the clan. Sure, many of them were lovely to look at, interesting to talk to, or fit enough to match his hunting prowess. But none of them could match his voice. For Wolfram was a singer, he sang to the moon and the stars and his voice could melt your soul. This made the she-cats swoon, each trying her hardest to get his attention. He spent days and nights with each, but no female in the clan could sing at all. One day, while he strolled along the cliffs, he heard the most beautiful sound. It was soft like silk and full of soul, surely no feline could produce this sound. Wolfram rounded a corner and came upon a small khao manee she-cat, singing her heart out to the lonesome canyons. No one else was around, so when Wolfram stepped on a twig the singing stopped. The young female leapt six feet in the air, startled to discover his presence. "Oh dear," She said. "You must have heard me. I'm sorry," The khao looked away, embarrassed. Wishing to hear her voice again, Wolfram started singing to her tune. Slowly, at first, prodding her with his voice. She seemed baffled, but he saw her tail swishing to the rhythm. Unable to keep the music in, she joined the song, their voices echoing throughout the canyons. A perfect harmony was formed, and when the song was over, Wolfram approached her. "Are you of Airclan?" He asked. "Yes, but I mostly stay out of everyone's way." The khao still seemed shy. "What's your name?" Wolfram prodded. "Swan," She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "Swan. Will you accompany me back to camp?" This is how Cirrus' parents met, a union that would last a long time.
{Kithood} Swan and Wolfram had two kittens, one that was as white as the snow and one that was so dark she would get lost in her parents' shadows. The boy they named Cirrus for his white coat, and the girl they named Jet for her ability to vanish into shadows. From the moment they opened their eyes, the kits seemed to never want to close them, the pair constantly exploring camp and meeting their fellow Airclanners. Cirrus quickly discovered his talent for airbending, but his sister wasn't a bender. He grew faster than she did, and even at a very young age became protective of her. Unlike other litters that fight amongst themselves, Cirrus and Jet were the best of friends. One day, while they were pestering some apprentices as kits do, they saw the Medical Master rush quickly to the nursery. Excited because they thought they might be getting a new litter of playmates, they bounced after him into the shared den. The healer had gone straight to their mother, however, who was coughing badly. They didn't understand because of their age, but their mother was sick. Wolfram sat worriedly beside her as the healer diagnosed the illness. It was deemed best that Swan stay in the healer's den until she was better, as not to get the kits or other cats sick. Wolfram stayed with her day and night, the kits left to their own because they were already weaned. As the pair reached their fifth moon, Wolfram came to the kits with a somber look on his face. "Dear children," He began, fighting back tears. "Your mother has died. She is in the Spirit World now." Not understanding, Jet cocked her head. "When is she coming back?" Their father shook his head, putting his paws around them in feline embrace. "She's never coming back. It's just us now."
{Apprenticeship} Wolfram couldn't be more proud of his kits, the way that they persevered despite being without a mother. Jet especially deserved the praise, as she was not an airbender and had a much tougher time leaping between the cliffs. Cirrus continued to show his innate talent for airbending, to the point where some cats started saying he could airbend well enough for both he and his sister. However, the snow-white tom had other things on his mind. Every day he would drop into the healer's den feigning some illness or injury, asking the old brown cat named Reed questions while there. Reed, of course, saw through Cirrus' acting, but played along to spend time with the young tom.
{Medical Mastery} (tba)
Likes |
- Freshly fallen snow (perfect camouflage)
- Games (like hide-n-seek)
- When everyone's happy
Dislikes |
- Violence (verbal or physical)
- Being alone
- Not being able to save someone
Talents | Airbending, eidetic memory, herb use
Fears | His own reflection (mild), losing a patient
Secrets | Has none (that you need to know about)
Relations
Orientation | Demiromantic Pansexual
Status | Virgin, never had a relationship
Mate | n/a
Crushes | None (yet!)
Interests |
- Dark fur
- Heterochromia
- Bobbed tails
- Cats that like to cuddle ;u;
Dislikes |
- Bad attitudes
- Cream/pale red fur
- Lots of stripes or scars
- Cats that don't like cuddles ;n;
Neutral Acquaintance Friend Close friend Best friend Crush Family Love Mate Respect Dislike Loathe Apprentice/MentorName | :bullet: | :dev: | fav.me
"Thoughts"
Airclan
Wolfram |
| NPC"My father. He's an elder now, deaf. He doesn't talk anymore. He used to have the most wonderful voice..."
| NPC"My mother. She died of illness when I was young. I only remember a white blur where her face was, but pa always said she was the most beautiful she-cat."
NPC"My poor sister..."
| NPC"The cat that taught me almost everything I know. I still have questions."
Art
(none yet)
Roleplay
Sample | (wip)
Notes | Open
Skype | Open (felis-draconis)
Comments | Closed
Other | Ask
Group | Dawn-of-Destinies
Idea/Ref | Xx0DemonWolf0xX
Character/Art | Felis-Draconis
Image size
2042x1566px 1.75 MB
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