{ Personality }

[ Pompous | Relentless | Distrusting / Begrudging | Outspoken | Independent | Fearless | Powerful ]

{ } || Pompous;; Farox is very self-centered; someone else might say that he basically feels that he is the center of the universe and all things orbit around him. He seems to think he knows everything, most of the time, and will not entertain the idea that someone else may honestly have a better idea than him. The youthful tom is pompous, thinking he is a very significant factor and at times speaks or behaves in a very serious and formal way to establish his "superiority." He's opinionated and dogmatic—the last person you want to negotiate with.

{ } || Relentless;; When he was younger, Farox didn't always think about the possible negative effects of his actions. This led him into many a difficult situation, but he has grown to be more cautious over time. Still, however, he doesn't particularly care who or what gets in his way most of the time, and pushes to achieve whatever goal he has in his sights. This can take its toll on he himself in addition to anyone who's an impediment in the road to fulfilling whatever he so desires.

{ } || Distrusting & Begrudging;; Farox does not trust any particular cat; to be more precise, he veers away from trusting any other cats in general. He believes that he is his only ally; everyone else is just filler in the world, if not a rival or a bump in his golden road. Anyone who he views as having "wronged" him will remain on his bad side until they "redeem themselves," or he forgets about the situation. He has little sympathy for the underdogs and usually only respects someone after a dispute with them, be it physical or vocal. This only adds in to his problematic social life.

{ / } || Outspoken;; Farox states his opinions honestly and bluntly, even if other cats do not like it. To be honest, he rather enjoys stepping on other cats' toes. Though of course, the other way around, he will have half a mind to "teach a lesson" to the offender about who the "better fighter" is. After a long argument, he will get tired, but it takes quite a bit to wear him down enough that he wants to quit. In any case, he has always been a crude one, and is odd in that he seems to lash out at others for no reason at all.

{ / } || Independent;; Farox is doesn't generally let himself succumb to the influence of anyone else. However, he rejects most warmth and friendliness that may be directed towards him, be it advice, concern, or sympathy—most often only if the giver is of equal or lesser rank to him. He does, however, take most compliments proudly. He refuses to depend on anyone else; he can damn well take care himself. This is to say, he goes his own way, doesn't depend on anyone else, and doesn't heed others unless they're of some value to him.

{ } || Fearless;; To the public eye, at least, Farox is not afraid of anyone or anything. This is probably his most ~admirable, distinguished~ trait to other cats—however, what he persists to keep concealed are his misgivings with memory loss and phobia of water. He could perhaps be called desperate to keep these flaws concealed underneath his image rather than on it, and if not entirely able to hide it, he is typically quite successful at turning his hidden fear into what seems to be dislike or anger.

{ } || Powerful;; Farox is physically strong, and is rather good at influencing other cats' opinions. This is good for him, and a noteworthy trait that sticks out brilliantly in the right situation. He's certainly quite the charmer on a good day, to say the least. But that is not to say he doesn't leave physical traces on others as well. Farox loves to show off his natural strength and fitness as well as his finesse in control and energy of his abilities. On a regular day, he enjoys putting those of less potential in their place, if he gets a chance, and when he does, he likes to leave a mark.

{ Other }

[ Amnesia | Hydrophobia ]

{ } || Amnesia;; Partial memory loss. Farox occasionally experiences temporary memory blanks or holes due to a past experience in which his electricity-ability reacted violently to contact with water, sending a powerful shock through his body and brain. This damaged his brain's limbic system, and due to the initial trauma, Farox forgot most of his life preceding his third moon.

{ } || Hydrophobia;; Fear of water. Farox never goes out when it rains—instead, he huddles and shivers inside a den, covering his ears to keep out the scary noise—and stays far away from all sources of water. Splashing, to him, is the worst sound ever, along with rain, of course. He also doesn't drink water—ever. He depends on juices from berries and prey to stay hydrated, and as a result of this he often suffers from mild dehydration. This leads to him experiencing headaches, loss of appetite, tiredness and fatigue, dry skin, chills, and head rushes.

{ Sexual Information }

　Lasting relationship ||
　Quick Fling ||
　Doesn't Know ||

Orientation;; Demisexual
Interest;; Little interest in finding a mate
Crushes;; None notable yet
Likes;; Reputable, strong-willed, compassionate, loyal
Dislikes;; Thick-headed, whiny, weak, rude

{ Backstory }

Born in a litter of three, Archer never truly got to know his family in his youth. He's never even seen his mother, though he has sensed her, felt her, and heard her voice many a time. When he was just a kit, eyes not even open, his mother bestowed to him a necklace of turquoise beads; this was one of the few times she'd expressed a sincere fondness for him. His father, though, was far worse. He was abusive, and attacked Archer from the time he was about two moons old for battle training. His mother would teach him to hunt as a voice in a tree instructing him, with threats of sending his father if he did the wrong thing. His father also prevented interaction with any cat other than himself and Archer's mother. When the time came that his tattoo showed up, Archer felt different. He could tell that something had changed—a distant sense of new power within him. While each day he trained with his parents, for some time each night he experimented with his ability. He could sense things he had been unable to sense before, and it was very helpful. He gradually grew able to track his parents when they were reasonably near, and he made sure to use this to his advantage when his dear father came to "visit."

He felt that his father was proud of him for being so successful in training, but in all truth, there was no way to know. Archer only knew that he was getting hurt in the fights less and less, and that was a very good thing. After formally being bestowed the kit-name "Archer," from his parents, he started to get cocky. He ventured closer and closer to the confines of "his" defined territory, and often sat to sense what went on beyond. He learned that another cat lived in the territory next to him, and his parents often went there, too. This roused his curiosity—new or foreign cats had never come through his territory, so naturally he wished to meet one.

Archer was aware of his father's distaste for disobedience, and typically stayed within the confines of his stretch of territory, even if usually near the edge. He was almost always under surveillance by one of his parents, whether it be his mother or father, and he knew it; but it didn't really bother him. He was confident with regards to his training with them. One day, the sensed-things beyond his territory came to him stronger, clearer than before, and he could define them as the telltale sounds of a fight without much hassle. Buried in the hissing, spitting, yowling, there was a sudden cry, which so strangely prompted him to dash over the border with not a moment's hesitation. He soon came upon his father (and mother in the trees), attacking a rather pretty she-cat that seemed to be the same age as he himself. Archer was repulsed by the scene—the she-cat hadn't even been fighting back! How dare his father keep attacking her? Fueled by adrenaline and rage, the young tom leaped in, defending the she-cat by barreling his father with attacks again and again. With a hiss, his father lashed out at Archer, snapping at his ear to leave a permanent tear. Ablaze with pain and rage, Archer came back with a heavy blow to his father's face, bowling into him and pummeling at his muzzle until it started to bleed and his father was able to throw him off. Archer's father spit out two teeth that had been knocked loose sometime during the fight, which invoked a slight smirk on his son's part. Both toms panting heavily and suffering a toll-taking loss of blood, a silent draw was proclaimed. Archer escaped, but not before snatching the two fangs of his father as a prize.
In his mind, this was a victory for him, for a change.

Not far from his old territory, when the adrenaline rush died down, Archer stopped to tend to his injuries. He was sad to see his ear torn, but at the same time proud. It was a token of victory, just as were the two fangs which now were stored on his necklace among the beads. But the next day, the true test came.
A typical type of day after a storm blows through, this day did not seem at all out of the norm to Archer. There was no feeling of apprehension or anything trace of a bad omen. When he looks back on this day, however, the young tom can't help but think in frustration, "Maybe there was?" He can't remember it, after all.

The sun was shining, the sky all but clear, with just a few scattered, fluffy clouds obscuring the blue. It was a magnificent day, really; one worth remembering. Though, he had to keep moving. He used to hear both of their voices in the trees at night, telling him the stories of the tribes. He would find them, and become one of them. Take up the craft of his parents, and better, at that.

A stranger spotted him as he maneuvered through the wood and yowled at him, making the prince stop firmly in him in his tracks. Archer yowled as his paw thrust forward and he began tumbling towards a muddy pool. His breath caught in his throat as he was thrown by gravity into the large pool of water, and his head went under. Naturally a rainwater puddle wouldn't be this deep, and Archer was very tall. Could it have been a water source that was simply tainted with muddy soil during the storm? Blue eyes screamed for help from below the muddied surface, the blue-tabby-and-white tom flailed wildly as he took in water in an effort to get air. He did not know how to get out of the water!

He felt teeth grip his scruff and start to pull him up. Terrified, thinking something was in the water, Archer struggled and screamed, letting out more of his precious oxygen reserve. Fangs met blood as the cat tried to get a grip on the struggling tom, and a single resulting spark from Archer's fur was all it took to light the pool with electrical energy. The cat dropped him into the electrified pool, leaving him to meet his fate.

That was the moment. The moment of truth... The moment he lost everything he was. The body survived, but Archer was gone. A single spark left his memories all but blank.

After that happened, he was really on his own. The necklace he had provided some comfort, for it helped him remember small details of his memories... What his parents smelled like. How he was strong, how he had to have been strong because of the teeth in it. Though he remembered most of the tactics in hunting and fighting he'd learned before, some were lost to him. Even so, he supported and defended himself, shaping well into the life of a nomad. He didn't rename himself.

Eventually, he ran into a large group of cats. They called themselves "exiles". They... They seemed to think his tattoo was important; he, too, had thought that,
but he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Some of the cats who had similar markings on their backs offered him help, and though he despised the thought of relying on others, he was curious, and this would only benefit him if he was ever in a struggle. He became known as Arrow for a short while, though he mostly stayed to himself. Half of the time he had was spent practicing his hunting or fighting and power, and the other half was spent listening to gossip or Tribe stories and sleeping. He never was much of a socializer.

A strange cat came one day, calling himself Aiolos. Arrow was intrigued by him—he had a tattoo like himself, but it was a color he'd never seen before. This led him to believe that Aiolos was truly special, and that he wasn't just spewing things from his muzzle. A kind of mental respect built up in Arrow for Aiolos, but yet, he still didn't feel comfortable around him. Many of the other exiles went with him when he left, but Arrow stayed behind. Salvation from this place was not so golden to him—he had enough food and water. Much later, when he started hearing rumors of the "Tribe" cats returning, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to leave or stay and see what was with them.

True to the gossip, the Tribes did return. Arrow decided to stay after a few nights spent observing the strange cats, and soon revealed himself to them, to melt into the ranks of the Air Tribe. He received a new name—Farox—at his Ceremony of Light, and has been called such since.

{ Family }

Mother;; Ginger, brown patched tabby. Amber eyes, slender build. Long fur. (Maine Coon)

Father;; Gray and white tom with thick tabby stripes. Burly build, stormy blue-gray eyes. Short fur. (Domestic Shorthair)

Zarya;; Mottled tabby with bold black stripes. Gray eyes, tall but sturdy build. Long fur. (Maine Coon/Domestic Shorthair mix)

Hunter;; Ginger, brown, and white torbie. Amber eyes, stocky build, several scars. Short fur. (Maine Coon/Domestic Shorthair mix)

{ Skills }

[ Whisper of the wind | Spark 1 | Spark 2 | Breeze | Spark 3 | Breath | Breath 2 | Windwalking | Whirlwind 1 | Whirlwind 2 | Lightning conductor 1 | Lightning conductor 2 | Bolt ]

{ } || Whisper of the wind:;; You have a high awareness of the wind's movements, scent, the sounds it is carrying, giving you an advantage when it comes to the awareness of your surroundings.

{ } || Spark 1;; A little spark emerges from your fur. It doesn't hurt much and requires quite a bit of energy to cast. It would be enough to start a fire in dry wood or similar things though.

{ } || Spark 2;; You can now cast a stronger spark that actually hurts a bit with less effort.

{ } || Breeze;; You are able to call forth a little breeze of wind, which requires a lot of energy in calling it forth and controlling. Be careful what you call forth, even if the breeze is not very strong.

{ } || Spark 3;; The spark you can cast is now able to burn skin directly and hurts quite a lot. If right spots are hit, nerves could spasm from the electric shock.

{ } || Breath;; You can call forth a bigger force of wind now, which is navigatable with a lot of effort. Not quite enough to blow a cat off its feet but enough to stagger.

{ } || Breath 2;; A bigger, navigable force that requires less energy now. You can knock another cat off its paws with a direct hit.

{ } || Windwalking;; Using air and electric forces, you will be able to hover above the ground for a bit, being able to run freely without caring for the grounds attributes.

{ } || Whirlwind 1;; You can create a small spiral of air which can pick up small objects and throw them else where, however it's draining and can get out of control for a short amount of time.

{ } || Whirlwind 2;; You can call forth a bigger spiral of air force using a lot of energy which can grow bigger. It will have its own will, so be very careful what you cast. Only navigable with the assistance of a soulbond.

{ } || Lightning conductor 1;; You may now manipulate the direction and flow of electricity through conducting materials like water and metals.

{ } || Lightning conductor 2;; Adds conduction through air.

{ } || Bolt;; Engulfs your whole pelt in electricity, to be used as either offense or defense. Saps nearly all energy and could make the user faint afterwards.

{ Relationships }

| Acquaintance
| Neutrality
| Like/Friend
| Good friend
| Crush
| Love
| Soulbond
| Discomfort/Dislike
| Hate

[ Coral ; ] — { / } — "Crude and seemingly rather unstable. Certainly not the typical behavior I'd expect from a she-cat. On the battlefield she's alright, but as she-cats go, not too overwhelming."

[ Maika ; ] — { / } — "Oh my gosh... At first I thought she was a charmer, and I was drawn to her in part, I admit, because she's the Silver-Fire's daughter... But she's so much more. I almost can't believe I'm saying this, but she's my friend. And perhaps one day, she will be something more. Or so I hope. ...But, I'm not the only one who likes her. I have to be prepared for when she chooses someone else over me."

Edit — { / } — "After a while, I came to think that Maika for sure had her eyes set on Kehri, but when I spoke to her about it, she told me it wasn't solid. Yet, how could it not be? The way he makes her act, and the way she looks at him... It was like she was saying... [link]. I... I broke it off... I don't want to get caught in the middle."

[ Ross ; ] — { / } — "He gets on my nerves for being so careless, but he's a pretty good fighter. I was surprised he was taken out so quickly, though. Perhaps I overestimated him after that first attack."

P/D — "It pains me to say that Ross has passed away. Reflecting on my scarce time spent with him, he was still a respectable cat. He lost the fight between life and death, but he did so honorably. I heard he saved Warrun's life. I'm sure he'll be missed."

[ Akida ; ] — { / } — "What is up with her? Being around her makes my gut twist, and the thought of her is, at the same time, repulsing."

[ Alasse ; ] — { / } — "Great Spirits. This cat needs to learn not to throw herself in the middle of a fight. Next time she tries to interfere with one of my sessions, I swear, I'll knock her senseless."

[ Shasta ; ] — { / } — "TBA."

[ Wanda ; ] — { TBA } — "Filler."

[ Name ; ] — { Filler. } — "Filler."

[ Kehri ; ] — { / } — "He's got a thing for Maika. A Light-Triber. I'll tell you something, he doesn't deserve her. He may be kind to her - or so she says - but he was a total prick when I came into the picture.

Edit — { / } — "Whatever... He can be nice to her all he wants now. Just watch him still judge me for having had a crush."

[ Kitus ; ] — { / } — "This kid came off as a little disturbed to me; I've no clue what his problem is. But he's got at least a little spunk - for a healer, that is. I'd like to see him again, the little rat."

Edit — { / } — "Seriously? I saved his life twice in a matter of a few minutes. Sure, maybe he got my back one time, but I had to do so twice for this idiot. I always knew healers were helpless."

[ Zarya ; ] — { / } — "LOL."

[ Caelum ; ] — { / } — "Wow, this healer is so scary~ He acts tough, but I just know he isn't. He can't take a joke, so we fought it out. I got some marks on him, he got one over on me. Pretty sure I won that little scuffle."

[ Drew ; ] — { TBA. } — "Filler."

[ Name ; ] — { Filler. } — "Filler."

[ Tuari ; ] — { TBA. } — "Filler."

[ Name ; ] — { Filler. } — "Filler."

{ Roleplay Sample }

A gray-tabby-and-white form was stretched neatly across a sunbaked stone that sat across a frozen landscape, one of the few things that was the only color other than white for a long stretch before the forest. Farox lay on the snow-free rock gracefully, basking in the sun's warmth-filled rays. His body was curved across the stone, yet tilted upwards just enough to get the best of the sunlight, so that its feeble yet present warmth spread through his body. His chin lay lightly on his paws, which gave off a bright glint, as the tips of the unusually long claws encased within their sheaths stuck out, reflecting the sun's bright light. His tail, though slightly shorter than that of an average cat's, curled loosely around him to conceal part of his frame. He was the epiphany of sophistication; his posture carved in the very heartiest of class (why ever he thought of himself so highly, I’d like to know).
Yet, this young tom was deprived. The lack of moisture on his tongue was distasteful at best, but at its worst, which it was now beginning to feel like, it was nauseating. The gray-tabby-and-white apprentice flitted open his pale blue eyes, despite his growing weariness. He had been through this before, though, and he knew the proper procedure. More hastily, for a change, the Blue-Green Air climbed down from his resting area and began ambling through the wretched snow, towards the patch of bushes that edged the Pheasant Woods—an area he'd quickly grown quite fond of. However, as he nearly reached the midway point to his destination, the long-legged tom's paw caught on a rock that was buried out of sight beneath the freezing snow. Inevitably, the tom fell forward into the white blanket that stretched over the ground.
Farox hissed in frustration, but drew in a quick, raspy breath. He began to attempt to push himself back to his feet, but staggered, and after a few more unsuccessful tries, he collapsed, panting. He growled as his head began spinning, face-deep in the disgusting snow. Spirits! It must be melting by now. Biting his lip, he dug into the last reserves of his strength, and found himself on his paws again. He began slowly making the rest of the spirits-forsaken journey to the berry bush patch and, upon arrival, seemed to vacuum them into his mouth. Better, he thought, now I can maybe get some hunting—
“Who the hell are you?” The Blue-Green Air hissed, eyeing another body that was under the canopy of the trees. Squinting, he faintly made out the markings of a Light-Triber on the other cat’s head and chest. He huffed, shaking his head. He’d almost forgotten this land was free. “Never mind, you’re just a healer.”
Sizing up the other tom, he found his gaze halting on the Blue-Light’s eyes. “You have got some odd eyes, healer.” Farox mentioned with a spiteful grin. “Messed up eyes and the tattoo of a healer? Spirits, that’s kind of sad. At least you seem to be capable of cleaning yourself, though.”
A compliment? Ooh. He had been feeling generous. Waving his tail, Farox approached the younger, dark-furred tom. The weariness from earlier was gradually ebbing away. He’d love to get some leisure time in with this cat. Raising a paw to shake off some of the snow that still clung to it, he meowed, “So then, Blue-Light, what brings you to these woods? A good place for shelter from snow, but I’m not sure what a cat like you would need from here.” Spirits knew he would never offer to help.

Farox © =sophisticated-cat
TGB © ~Tzurai
Art © =crazy-hat
Theft will not be tolerated.

Bellis

☮ File Information ☮

//Self given Name// Bellis
//Birth Name// [CLASSIFIED]
//Rank// 07 aka. Siete
//Class// Medic
//Partner// None currently.
//Date of Birth// February the 5th 1983
//Height// 5'7" – 170 cm
//Weight// 154lbs - 70 kg
//Eye Color// Beige/Brown
//Sexual Orientation// Demi sexual
//Theme Songs// [link] | [link]
//Languages// Full control over English and Russian.

//Stats//
Strength: 1
Stamina: 2
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 4
Ability: 2
Defense: 1
Balance: 2

//Ability// Healing Prayer
The user can heal any organic creature with prayer. Wounds will regenerate new tissues due to the stimulation that the user provides with their prayer. Larger wounds (like missing limbs or broken bones) need to be put back together before the wound can be healed. If the blood stream of an individual is poisoned then the user will be able to cleanse it. However the user cannot regenerate limbs or such.

Every prayer the user utters or even has in mind will automatically be answered just after the prayer is said or thought of. The user does not necessarily have to put her hands on the wound per example. However, the ability will be more powerful the closer the user is to the wound in question. The maximum distance the ability can reach is a good 7 meters (23 Feet), but this means the ability will be at its weakest and the wound will take far longer to be healed than when the user is right next to it.

The ability will also be more powerful if the user actually really desires for the individual (or thing) to be healed, if they really are deserving of such a thing. So it very much plays with the user’s emotions and past with the patient when it comes to the healing in question. It will be most unlikely that an enemy to the user or someone whom they hold a grudge to, to be able to be healed. This is not something the user decides for themselves sadly.

Weaknesses and Cons:

1. The user cannot use said ability on themselves.
2. The user will have to rest mind and body after usage. ( > User has a specific amount of energy available specifically for healing; larger wounds will take more energy than smaller wounds. The energy will be ‘refilled’ after sleep/resting the body and mind. )
3. User needs to fully stand behind their prayer; negative thoughts or not being completely convinced the person in question should be healed will disrupt the process immediately and will make the usage of said ability not possible. ( > The more the user believes that the person in question is worthy of the healing, the more powerful it will be. )
4. Ability is passive, may heal when not necessarily wanting it. ( > Which will drain energy. )
5. Wounds that are being treated need to be fresh.

//Personality//
Bellis is a very carefree and happy individual. She has seen quite the bit in her years that she has been at the agency. However this -often- crude scenery has not changed her mindset whatsoever. She lives every day like it’s her last and enjoys the crap out of it. If she’s not having fun? Then she isn’t the type to go and complain about it, rather she makes it fun on her own.

She is also very much convinced that others should have this mindset as well, so don’t be surprised if she pulls you into her oddities. Painting nails and decorating them and doing some gardening work afterwards or maybe even drawing some of the flowers that are in the (medical) gardens. She has little to no boundaries and does not know when to shut up or to back off, which of course by itself gets her in trouble more than she’d like to admit.

Some think she’s simply WAY TOO MUCH to handle and certain older and independent A-Gents have complained that she was being too caring and too much of a mother hen while she was treating them. But even so she is considered a very helpful and a caring individual... She’s just not all that well adjusted to social situations.

Not that she wants to be anyways.

//History//
Bellis was born in a very religious and small town in Russia and lived a fairly normal life with her family. She used to go to school, to church and played with her friends as much as possible. She is the youngest of two, the other being her brother, Georgii to whom she always has looked up to and idolized.

Like everyone in her home town she always has been studying the bible and as tight as the community was she always went to church and never missed a service. Another reason for this was as well that she needed to set an example, seeing as her older brother was working and studying hard to become a priest in the church. Which by itself was a very difficult task to succeed in; especially seeing as being the priest in this community meant you gained a lot of respect and people that looked up to you. You were to not make mistakes and were to have a kind and caring heart where no space for loathing was allowed.
And her brother did have a kind heart and was a hard worker, so it was no surprise that when he reached the age of 21 that he was allowed to take part in the services that the church had.

When Bellis reached the age of 16 years, her brother started to take her to the church to simply show her the interior of it; presenting her with places she had not seen before and some secret rooms as well in which the towns people were not necessarily allowed to go inside of. But they kept it as quiet as possible and never did get caught.
However during one of their trips something occurred, a minor accident that could have ended up fatally if it had not been for Bellis. Her brother got cut and was bleeding out. He begged her not to get help seeing as he had crossed boundaries by showing her the places he had. He believed it was just a minor cut and that he was going to be just fine. She reached out and started to at least wrap his arm up to try and help. Incredibly upset and worried as she was she begged and begged him to come with her and get help. He again, refused and said it was a minor cut and eventually Bellis begged god to help her brother, apologizing for her sinful intrusion and sneaking and promising she would not do it again if only he would just help... And miraculously it worked. The cut stopped its bleeding and when they went to check it; it was completely healed.

And whilst her brother and her had promised one another to keep it a secret from all else and just wave it off, her brother eventually informed their parents after having told the main priest at the church during a confession. Said priest waved Georgii off as a joker, but eventually let curiosity get the best of him. He wanted it to be proven and eventually invited Bellis over in the church and to his office.
There she was presented with a heavily injured animal and the priest told her that it needed medical care or it, would, die. Of course Bellis, not wanting the animal to pass hurried over and tried to help the animal with pieces of her clothing to stop the bleeding, meanwhile telling the Priest to get a vet or at least some medical supplies. But as she noticed that the priest wasn’t planning on doing either, she tried something else. Begging god once again and promising that it would be the last time. The animal’s wounds healed up immediately after the prayer was uttered and the priest watched in amazement.

From that day on she was seen as a prophet of God by her community and she started to break the promise she had made with god after the animal had been healed. Day after day people bothered her parents at their work and her at her school for help, telling Bellis their story once having approached her and touching her in her heart; allowing her to heal some of the wounds that were presented to her. It always left her horribly tired at the end of the day, but it never stopped her motivation as to wanting to help her fellow civilians.
Eventually, however, she became more than the center of the attention; and not just in her town. The reporters and journalists coming by and getting her story, making her more and more popular and famous. This was not only the case throughout her community, town or country, but through whole Europe. Meaning that tourists soon were overflowing the town and bothering Bellis’ family’s doorstep.
Not all of these tourists had good intentions either; there were a lot of people who did not believe about this prophet of God.

Eventually the Priest organized a press conference at which Bellis was going to heal an injured individual, but on the destined day something happened. Opposed to succeeding in the healing of the individual as had been intended, Bellis blanked out and panicked. Not being able to connect to the individual on an emotional level and not being sure whether they deserved to be healed or not. The person eventually got annoyed and together with the Priest pushing her she ran away from the stage upset, not believing in herself or the act in a whole. She just wanted to go away and be let alone.
After the event the journalists and reporters left, the town soon becoming a joke rather than legendary. Along with her and her family of course.

And whilst it would’ve made Bellis happy if this had been the end of it. The case was quite the opposite. After all, the large event together with the publicity of the press had caught the attention of both the Agency as another Organization whose intentions weren’t necessarily the best. And once the press had left the town and time passed this organization set their foot in the town during a dark night, taking Bellis away from her family once they were all asleep.
Though luckily for her and her family the Agency had already set their eyes on the young woman who had reached the age of 18 Years by then and as soon as the missing report went out they went out of their way of seeking her out.

After a dangerous retrieval mission Bellis was retrieved and was recommended to stay at the Agency for her own -and her family’s safety-, so she did. Her first few years being at HQ04 where she got adjusted and learned a lot about what being an A-Gent was like before she moved to HQ05 where she took up teaching for the medical class.

Now; 9 years later, having been an excellent student and not to mention a natural talent at what she did. She was invited to HQ01, the elite HQ and the top of all HQs. It was a dream come true for the woman. After all, moving back and forth from HQ05 and HQ04 to learn and to take care of the children where possible was incredibly satisfying, but she could not help but admit that there was a desire to be at HQ01 as well. Wanting to help more people and wanting to pass the message of her heart to others.

//Trivia//:

▅ Likes nail art a lot.
▅ Can often be found in the garden at the medical bay.
▅ Loves flowers.
▅ Loves life.
▅ Misses her older brother very much.
▅ Religious;
▅ But defined the religion for herself.
▅ A free spirit. ✌
▅ Boundaries? Not a word that is in her dictionary.

Medical Information.

//Blood type// AB+
//Allergies// None.
//Scar Meme// //
//Tattoo(s)// A single one across her ribcage with the quote “Sail away from the safe harbor” as a few on the inside of her wrists, two words, left wrist “Love”, right wrist “Strength” and a small cross on the side of her left arm near the word ‘love’.

//Surgical Procedures Done//

▅ None.

//Phobias//

▅ Coulrophobia; not controlled. Fear of clowns gained during an accident on a mission at a carnival. She doesn’t like to talk about it.
▅ Afraid that there is nothing after death. Can easily be freaked out during a conversation about heaven and hell this way.

Viktor Gaultier

19

Male

5'8 (173 cm)

133 lbs (61 kg)

Human Resident

Alice's Puppets

Twin Daggers

Viktor wields two twin daggers, both with black blades and dark purple hilts. Two black diamonds are settled on the top, runes scripted along the length of the sharp blades. Compared to Gabriel's weapons, Viktor regularly takes care of and cleans it, knowing how caring for it could save his life on the battlefield one day. The blades are kept in plain sheathes and are hidden on his body through his clothes.

Lightning-based Magic

ε Drawing from the energy within him, Viktor charges his daggers with lightning, sparks and arcs of dark purple lightning emanating from the blades every time he steps onto the battlefield. This technique is very important in his fighting style, incorporated into how he takes his enemies down.

ε Out in the battlefield, Viktor emits small bolts of lightning that attack and invade various parts of the enemies' bodies along with his physical strikes. As time passes and the fight goes on, enough lightning builds up inside the enemies' bodies that they will not be able to move, and Viktor can strike the killing blow. By themselves, the bolts of lightning are harmless and easily brushed off, but once they build up inside, they turn fatal and are able to kill.

ε Viktor's control over his magic varies with how much control he has over himself and his disorder. On most days it only comes out during the battles that he has to fight. During the times he becomes unsettled by something or he feels any fear or anger, his control slips and small almost unnoticeable sparks escape him.

Fighting Style

Viktor depends on agility, speed and precision to take down the enemies of the Black Queen, moving in and out through crowds, hitting at various body parts with pin-point accuracy to take them down at the fastest of speeds. Wielding the twin daggers, he slips through the cracks of the enemy's defense, striking fast and true. His movements are graceful and almost like a dance, no breath wasted on unnecessary motions.

The purple-haired teen has the habit, or rather, the compulsiveness to perform 'Death Verdict'. The 'Death Verdict' is a poem where Viktor predicts his enemy's death through the use of a poem. There is one 'Death Verdict' for one particular person, each one specific to that enemy. It is for that reason that Viktor prefers to have one-on-one battles. When lightning has built up enough, Viktor starts to recite the poem, signifying that the end is near. The last verse, he moves in for the kill, employing a set of moves that guarantees certain death by the time the last syllable leaves his lips.

The more controlled twin, Viktor has no qualms with leaving enemies alive as long as they pose no threat to his brother nor his Queen. More often than not, he is the one preventing Gabriel from dealing off with their weaker enemies. Lenient as he is, if push comes to shove he will be merciless and kill those whoever he needs to.

" I... Hate you.

Viktor's madness trigger has something to do with the most important thing in his life - Gabriel. Once his brother speaks those damning words, Viktor is affected by his Madness Trigger. This trigger stems from his innate desire to please his brother and make him happy. His disorder also plays a very big part in his trigger, fueling the thoughts that fan his madness. Due to some personal reasons and a deep fear, Viktor tries his best to never let his brother end up saying that.

As his Madness state comes into play, his hair grows long and thick, dragging against the ground in one lengthy mess, in addition changing color, turning into the deepest of blacks. One remaining lock turns crimson, and his locks float in the air as if lifted by an invisible energy. Light seems to be absorbed into it, like a dark abyss. Shadows creep over his whole orbs, turning them into a film of unending black. Tattoos with a shade similar to his hair appear all over his body, spreading over each and every part, intricate and detailed.

Affected even more by his disorder in this state, yet in a more sinister manner, Viktor in his madness has no qualms with striking down anyone in his path. Beyond reason, he attacks all those in his way, thinking them to be judging him cruelly. His mind provides merciless words and images that slither through the cracks and infect him with a need to murder and kill anyone who thought him to be less than perfect. Even his own brother will not be able to make him see reason, Viktor attacking the one who caused his madness in the first place.

His madness drains off in a matter of hours, often leaving him drenched in blood, weak and unable to move with the strain on both his mind and body. When he recovers, he hides from society for a few days, horrified over his loss of control and all the lives he has taken.

A mellow person, Viktor is one who avoids trouble as much as he can. He remains to be quite shy around strangers, more than what one would expect, though that comes from his disorder. However, others often perceive him as arrogant, his silence standing as dismissal. He takes some time to speak, always thinking upon what he says, always second guessing himself. Self-conscious in every waking moment, Viktor's mind is constantly bombarded with thoughts of what others think about him, negative thoughts that cripple him in socializing with others.

He does, however, try his best to associate with others, breaking out of his shell to speak to those who strike up a conversation with him. There are, in some cases, instances when he forgets about those negative thoughts -- times where he has goals or his mind is focused on just one objective. That sort of thinking disappears to the back of his mind. His worry for others, even strangers, also takes precedence, though by the time the other is fully-healed, his negative view has returned and occupied his mind once more. He tries his best at making people smile, liking that sort of approval that comes with making a person happy, and he constantly seeks it from other people.

With a strong sense of justice, Viktor is not above using violence, yet he uses it as a last resort, believing all conflicts may be solved by calm, cool-headed parlay. He is at times mischievous, his more knavish side coming out to play small pranks on unsuspecting people. Meaning no harm, he is quick to apologize if the victim shows any sign of distress, even more so at any show of anger. Despite having a tricksy side to his personality, he is honest and trustworthy, someone to reveal your secrets to, since it is a guarantee that he keeps them. He holds someone's trust in the highest regard, and revealing one's secret to him causes him to hold that person even closer to his heart. However, Viktor has the tendency to lie to others to make them feel better about something, in his mind thinking it will be better for them.

Viktor absolutely hates failure, lays doing his best in whatever challenge life throws at him. It applies especially so to his brother, as Viktor does everything he can to get him to show any sort of positive emotion, a laugh, a grin, even the smallest of smiles would suffice. Gabriel always comes first to Viktor, even before the safety of the Black Queen. Dependent on his brother, he is somewhat innocent to the darker side of the world, and he has the tendency to put himself and his abilities down.

Born as the younger twin to a couple in Underland during the reign of the tyrannical Red Queen, his family was neither rich nor poor. They were middle-class, Father working hard to support their small family while Mother stayed at home to take care of them as they grew.

Father knew of the danger that plagued them constantly during the Red Queen's terrible sovereignty. He knew he had to find a way to make sure his family would be able to survive if something ever happened to him. So a thought came to his mind-- His kids would surely be able to carry on his legacy. They would grow big and strong, and once the time came he would be able to leave the business and taking care of the family to them.

So he did what he could.

From a very young age, he took his children aside, teaching them of his trade, showing them what to do, what not to do, how to best please the customer, how to make riches, how to excel at the family business. The twins grew used to working hard under the harsh and strict guidance of their father, and although he yelled and criticized them, he never lifted a hand. There would have been no use for that, since he needed them to grow strong for the future.

The twins, for all their hard work, grew up to have no children to play with, always called away by their father. With weakened minds and tired bodies, all of the twins' time was dedicated to learning under their father. The children around them sneered and laughed, jeering and teasing them about having no time to play, calling them names - boring, loser, killjoys, anti-social - the taunts never seemed to end.

Gabriel didn't seem to have any problem, taking in the insults in stride, never losing his composure nor caring about their peers. Viktor, however, grew troubled over all those words, spending many nights pondering over if they were true. Time passed and the jeers didn't waver, only increase, and from those many sleepless nights, grew his disorder. A disorder that crippled him even further with his peers.

It wasn't that evident, but it was there all the same. One other thing stood out from his childhood however. A quote...

“Always please the Queen. You do not want to make her mean…”

~

Years pass, and the twins hit their sixteenth year. Father and Mother both grow old with time, growing softer and frailer with the years. Father softens towards the twins too, though they continued to work hard under their father's supervision. Viktor was slowly getting used to his disorder, his way of thinking, and Gabriel still seemed to ignore the jeers of others. Everything was perfect.

Perfect indeed.

A storm rages across the land, unleashing its fury upon the inhabitants of Underland. Lightning flashes brightly in the grey sky, thunder booming in the ears of the inhabitants. Amidst the rain, screams and yells ring in the air, pained moans and cries for help standing out from the harsh beating of precipitation.

The toy soldiers had come to entertain.

Viktor jerks awake as the door to their room slams open. His bright orange eyes stand out in the darkness, picking out the frantic emotions that swirled in their father's eyes. Mother ushers them out of bed, her panicky voice ringing in their ears as she watches out for any intruders.

There's no time. No time at all.

Father pushes them deep into the crevasses of their home, and the twins watch from their hiding place as soldiers burst into their home. Snickers ring out into the air, amongst the screams, the cries, the raggedy, scratchy sound of a blade dragging along the ground. A grin spreads wide upon the soldier's lips, ruthless and cruel as his blood-dipped blade trails behind him on the ground. The others stay back, amused at the scene in front of them.

" Rain, rain... Go away... "

The melody taunts them, just as the image burns into their mind. Something horrifying. Something they would never forget. No one would escape the storm's wrath that night.

" Come again... Another day... "

~

Two years of constant running and wandering pass, Viktor and Gabriel turned into homeless street rats that skittered to and for through Underland. There is a new queen, a new reign, yet nothing has changed. Terror and fear still runs rampant, and they struggle just to get through the day, dodging every murder, every kill, every death that could have taken them.

Scavengers they were, doing everything they could to survive and live on. It was hard, but they managed what they could, stealing and taking whatever they needed to live. Viktor took care of Gabriel, looking out for him whenever his schizophrenia had bouts where it became worse. Time passed, yet their relationship never changed. Everything stayed the same.

Yet... At the same time it did not.

Gabriel became worse and worse, no matter what Viktor did. Taken over by the voices, telling him what to do, to kill, to murder. The voices haunted him daily, each moment, each second. The younger twin did what he could, but even he was changing. Several thoughts flew through his head, all of them degrading and vicious. Day in, day out, the twins did their best to cope with whatever washappening. Until... They couldn't.

Such is the power of their masters.

Viktor stands back in apprehension and fear as he watches his brother strike down a man, stolen goods held carefully in his arms. Blood drips freely from the blade, plopping down against the ground, like the seconds that tick by, counting down to their doom. The crowd has no idea what to do, only staring at the twins with disgusted and horrified expressions. Shouts and yells come, and Viktor drops the food, tugging his brother away. Away from the soldiers, away from the carcass, away from the voices and thoughts that scream at them. Turn a corner, slip through an alley, slide under a hole. Yet they were still caught.

Thrown into the dark, dingy depths of the Queen's Castle, there's nothing the younger twin can do as he and Gabriel are separated from each other, placed in different cells. Things never seemed to get any better. There was no one to keep him company, to keep him distracted, distracted from the thoughts and voices that degraded him, that told him he was no good, a waste of time, and so many other things. The torture and cruelty kept him occupied with recovering from the pain, but there was no true escape from the constant derision that met him in the darkness of the cell, shadows in every corner with monsters that waited silently. One solace was thinking of his brother, though even that filled him with worry. How was Gabriel faring in his own cell? Was he eating? Were the voices growing worse? It plagued him constantly in his uneasy slumbers, along with the thoughts and images of derision.

It wasn't long before he wasn't eating properly, wasn't sleeping properly, wasn't doing anything at all. He sat still, statuesque in one corner of his dark cell, rocking back and forth as he buried his face in his knees, trying so hard to keep those thoughts away from him. The faces that jeered, that laughed, that tortured him mentally. Deadened orange eyes glance up from purple bangs as the door opens, light shining in, so painfully bright for the young male that hadn't seen daylight for so long. It was--

Alice.

~

Another year passes by. The twins remain in the castle, prisoners-turned-servers that ran around to wait upon the nobles of the court. No one knew why they were still alive, nor why Alice took them out and made them servants, but it all seemed to be a part of her plan. Or was it? Viktor couldn't really mind. He was out of that maddening cell, and he was once more at his brother's side. The younger twin could have felt some sort of gratitude to the Queen, but who knew? He did not complain about his chores, doing them skillfully yet silently. He learned to cope with the voices and constant thoughts of derision, though he never did manage to recover from the trauma of that dark cell. Forever changed, he would be. Although-- No one would notice a thing. Not even his own brother.

Days pass and it seemed as though Alice's initial interest in them was only growing, and growing, and growing.No one really knew what she had in store for them, but-- One inconspicuous day, they are.. tested. Random, brutal tests were set out for them to accomplish, tasks that they knew not if they were to survive. There was one clear goal for Alice though-- Would they be able to stand as one of her Puppets? Choosing between a friend or an innocent, merciless battles against the soldiers of her army.. It never stopped. Many they failed, others, they came at an impasse, and even more, they became successful. No matter what they did, no mater what the verdict was, Alice was... pleased.

One last battle... To end it all.

~

Wide orange eyes stare into orbs of the very same shade, the former filled with agony and fear and desperation, while the latter-- blank. Viktor's unused blade falls from his hand, the clang as it hits the cobbled ground ringing around the courtyard. His brother-- almost his murderer. Perhaps he should thank the Queen for 'stopping' Gabriel? The cold blade at his throat falls too, the resounding clang almost mocking him. He flinches as Gabriel's cold hand caresses his cheek, his low voice drifting into his ears.

" Always please the Queen... You do not.. want to make mean... "

δ Gabriel
δ Chocolate
δ Children
δ Approval
δ Music
δ Sleeping In
δ Playing
δ Exploring Wonderland
δ Milk

∞ His Disorder
∞ Being Separated From Gabriel
∞ Cucumbers
∞ Creepy Stuffed Toys
∞ Insects
∞ Noise All Around Him

◙ Always pesters Gabriel to eat and drags him out to explore.
◙ Affected by Avoidant Personality Disorder.
◙ Has a very mild case of claustrophobia due to being locked away for some time.
◙ Terrified of storms. They remind him of how much damage he can cause if he ever loses control or goes into his Madness State. _{And because his brother can go Mad during rainy days.}
◙ Has the Alice's Puppets Symbol tattooed on his hip.
◙ Plays the Piano.
◙ His love for his brother may or may not be familial. It remains to be seen whether it will turn out to be _{INCEEEEEEEEE----///hit}

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<sub>Aurora was born albino, thus also with pale blue eyes that were sensitive to light. When her eyes opened when she was a cub, her parents found that she was partially blind; although Aurora seemed to be able to see vibrant colors, others would appear very pale and monotone, and would also appear very blurry. This is how she came to love colorful things, especially rainbows and "nightbows", also known as the aurora borealis.

Of course when she lived in the stars, she could see like a normal cat. And despite having the choice to have the same perfect vison when she returned to earth, she chose instead to have limited sight. Even after her death, she never blamed her poor eyesight for anything, and never resented it. In fact, she actually liked that blindness gave her a whole different outlook than any other cat. Her blindness made her who she became, and she refused to take back who she was.</sub>

_{Because she was partially blind when born, and when she returned to earth, her other senses are naturally heightened to compensate. Plus the fact that she is now a master Light user, it is nearly impossible to sneak up on her.}

_{She doesn't have great muscle mass, which may or may not be due to genetic mishaps, so she's not a fighter. At all. She knows fighting moves, but it would only really take one hit to take her down. Thus, her legion-mates always make sure she is far from any fighting business, and if she is in the area, a guard is usually assigned to her, despite her objections that she can take care of herself.}

_{Another genetic mishap, or a part of the albinism, she has thinner fur on her tail tip, on her paws, ears, and muzzle. Thus, her pink skin is visible under the fur.}

_{She can stop an unsuspecting tom in his pawsteps. 'Nuff said.}

_{Aurora has a very gentle nature; she doesn't like to fight, and doesn't even like the process of taking down prey. But since hunting is her job, she's found other ways of doing it, like stunning her prey first with bright light then quickly taking its life before it had time to feel the terror of being hunted.}

_{Aurora doesn't speak much. When she does, her voice is soft and calm. She's not necessarily shy, just observant. Since she can't see clearly, she is usually very alert to her surroundings for her sake as well as the sake of others. But not only that. She also surveys the characters in her vicinity. Her Light powers enable her to see auras, and she likes to study how they change and shift.}

_{She's wiser than most normal cats her age. She has a quiet serenity about her that make others feel compelled to respect her. Their senses prove them right when she speaks; what she says is always proven true. Elder gladiators often go to her for advice as a leader might go to his healer for council.}

_{Because she is so gentle, she often gets queasy at the sight or smell of another's blood. It's usually okay when it's prey blood, so long as it's not much of it. How can a blind cat be squeamish of something she can't see? She can sense it in other ways. The smell turns her stomach. The feel of it on her makes her pelt prickle. Although the shade of blood is not usually colorful enough for her to be able to see it, she can "see" it in her mind. Just as she can see the auras given off by living creatures, and blood is the liquid life that runs through all creatures, she can see the liquid aura in her mind when it is spilled. When the blood -or an open wound- is still warm it gives off painfully bright auras that can give her headaches. However the color will fade quickly as the blood cools and "dies". Similarly, a dead body will cease to give off color soon after it has died, so Aurora feels very uncomfortable around dead bodies (obviously not counting prey).}

_{Like the other Legion cats, young Aurora came from the stars. She was always fascinated by the colors of the Aurora and so changed her name to such for her new life. Her former life had ended when she was rather young; her white pelt and poor eyesight made her an easy target for enemies. However now she has enhanced senses and it is very hard to sneak up on her.}

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