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Post  MewMew100 on Sun Jul 17, 2016 4:45 pm

07/14/16: Updated some stuff like her breed bloodline and posted links to her updated memes ono
07/09/16: THIS WAS WAYYY OVERDUE. Anyways, new application visuals by the lovely @Luc-Ari and severely updated information surrounding Xeno. God, was it needed. But she's up to date and a hella lean, mean queen-machine!! Also, her memes ARE NOT updated as of yet, so they shouldn't be taken as canon from this point.
09/22/15: Edited again to add the Star Stone event accessory. Xeno be ballin' B)
09/21/15: Added new power due to level up :3
09/05/15: AGE UP!!! So new art and stuff for Xeno-babeh!!
07/30/15: Signal the air horns- SHE GOT ACCEPTED!!!
07/24/15: Here's to hoping that I can make this upcoming opening... </ul><hr><ul>:thumb548708497:     :thumb558539822:</ul><hr><u><b>|| Basic Information ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Names]</b></ul></small>  <small><b>Spirit Name:</b> Xeno</small>
<small><b>Kit Name:</b> Egg</small>
<small><b>Nick Name:</b> Green-Earth</small>
<small><ul><b>[Name Info]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Xeno:</i> Pronounced "Sh-ee-no," not "Zee-no" like how the word is meant to sound | Meaning 'foreigner'; to display her initial emotional and mental distance to the Spirits.</small></li>
   <li><small><i>Egg:</i> Pronounced "Eg" | Refers to the egg-shaped spot on her withers.</small></li>
   <li><small><i>Green Earth:</i> Pronounced "Green Urth" | The label displaying her rank and tribe | <i>Used by distant tribemates/strangers.</i></small></li></ul><small><ul><b>[Sex]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Female</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Gender Identity]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Female | <i>Prefers "she/her"</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Age]</b></ul></small>   <small><b>Arrival Age:</b> 9 moons</small>
 <small><b>Current Age:</b> 19 moons</small>
 <small><b>Birth Season/Date:</b> <u>IC:</u> Late Autumn; Year 100 | <i><u>OOC:</u> December 17th, 2014</i></small>
 <small><b>Zodiac Sign:</b> Sagittarius ♐</small>

<u><b>|| Appearance ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Description]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>A fairly tall, large-eared queen with a close, short coat of glossy charcoal-black fur. Xeno's tail is surprisingly long and wispy, and her legs are lanky, but no longer delicate. Instead, moons of training and running have strengthen them and only lean muscle makes up her doe-like legs. To go with her slender build designed for speed, she has small paws that are light and easy to move.

                    The she-cat also has a small, creamy white spot on the middle of her upper back like an egg between her shoulder blades, as well as a semi-circle of four while dots around her right eye socket, and a single, smaller spot near the corner of her mouth on the left side. The she-cat has only one working eye of deep emerald and a sclera more of a dark eggshell color, sported on her left side. The right eye is missing and in its place is a dark hole where an eye of the same color once dwelled. Because of her dusky coat, it is often hard to make out, and thus isn't as gruesome as a cat with a paler coat's would appear.

                    As of late, she has been wearing a cut jewel of a massive opal in the socket.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Breed]</b></ul></small>                  <small><b>Most Prominent:</b> <a href="http://d21vu35cjx7sd4.cloudfront.net/dims3/MMAH/crop/0x0%2B0%2B0/resize/645x380/quality/90/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fassets.prod.vetstreet.com%2F65%2F236280a2ab11e087a80050568d634f%2Ffile%2FBombay-1-645mk062211.jpg">Bombay</a> | <a href="http://www.sunbriar-turkish-angoras.com/resources/PC09_167.jpg">Turkish Angora</a> | <a href="http://www.purrsiaoriental.com/images/oriental/kennedy_lg.jpg">Oriental Shorthair (Tabby Variant)</a> | <a href="http://nextranks.com/data_images/cats/havana-brown/havana-brown-06.jpg">Havana Brown</a></small>
                <small><b>Least Prominent:</b> <a href="http://www.catbreedsjunction.com/images/korat-cat-breed-facts1.jpg">Korat</a> | <a href="http://r.ddmcdn.com/s_f/o_1/APL/uploads/2014/07/1405100719064B02FTG_12730701301197_Siamese.jpg">Siamese</a></small>

<small><ul><b>[Notable Features]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Silky Tail</b> | <i>Turkish Angora trait</i>  | Her silken tail has appeared much cleaner and well-kept as she has matured, and often stands as a new focal point for her appearance over everything else. This is because it remains as a fluid beauty despite her now rigid body and posture.</small></li>
<li><small><b>Peculiar Pelt Palate</b> | <i>Bombay/Oriental Shorthair traits</i>  | The odd spotting on her body was a battle between the solid black coloration of her Bombay blood and the heavily tabbied blood of her Oriental Shorthair blood. Although her pelt came out with minimal markings, both striped and spotted tabby patterns run heavily in her bloodline.</small></li>
<li><small><b>Opalescent Eyes</b> | <i>Havana Brown trait</i>  | The lovely green hue that dances along the line separating eggshell from emerald comes from the slightly stifled Havana Brown blood coursing through her veins.</small></li>
<li><small><b>Large Ears</b> | <i>Oriental Shorthair trait</i> | Although not much of a focal point to her appearance, Xeno has a pair of pretty big ears which look almost bat-like. Although she found them a bit annoying in her gangly youth, now that Xeno has grown fully, the size of her ears is no longer a bother. Their size doesn't do much to assist in hearing any better than others.</small></li></ul>

<small><ul><b>[Distinct Colors]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Charcoal Black | Creamy White</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Pelt]</b></ul></small>                  <small><b>Pattern:</b> <i>Solid</i> - Body is a pure color, though her face and back bears faint spotting.</small>
                <small><b>Fur Type:</b> <i>Smooth</i> - Thin, close coat | Very sleek, and somewhat soft on longer portions of fur. Oiliness is average.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Scars]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Gaping hole in right eye socket | <i>Received from an encounter with a hungry hawk.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Allergies]</b></ul></small>                      <small>N/A | <i>After receiving treatment for her previous pad infection, Xeno's body has managed to produce an abundance of antibodies that has cleared up any mild allergies that she may have had in her youth.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Size]</b></ul></small>                      <small>13.0 inches at withers | <i>Taller than most others.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Build]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Svelte, and well-toned.</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Gait]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Extremely elegant and precise in any speed of stride.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Scent]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>Being that she lives within the deep recesses of the densest of forests, Xeno carries the musty scent of sod and rodent musk. Occasionally, the odd tang of metal can be tasted in her presence through her use of minerals and ore.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Muscle]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>As she has been training more and more lately, she has built up an extensive amount of lean muscle in not only her legs, but her full body like belly and neck. Thus, she runs like a well-oiled machine.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Tattoo Design]</b></ul></small>                    <small>Based off the foliage of the Sweet Potato, Xeno's <u>inactive</u> tattoo is comprised of a heart-shaped leaf with a long, curling vine that branches off into two parts. Upon the break between the two tendrils sits a second leaf, though this one is much smaller, and the longer, lower tendril bears three tight coils | <i>Xeno's <u>active</u> tattoo design is a collection of coiling vines which wrap down along the length of her right foreleg, with a few leaves appearing at the nodes of branching vine tendrils. Root-like hairs arch over the individual toes of her forepaw as if they were stretching to reach the earth floor. A few longer vines wind up her chest and neck to reach her face, where a heart-shaped twist of vines rest in the location of her heart- albeit on the opposite of her chest. Said vines continue up her head's eyeless socket and end in large curls on her forehead. Two large, feather-esque leaves fan on the outer corner of her eyeless socket, and give off a mystical lash-like effect.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Blood Type]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>B-</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Accessories]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Opal Jewel Piece:</b> A rather massive chuck of an opal that was mined in Earth Tribe that was cut and cleaned up for Xeno to wear in her eye socket similarly to how a glass eye would be worn. She now wears it in memory of Kapua | <i>Originally received from an exploration with Kapua in Earth Tribe.</i></small></li></ul><ul><li><small><b>Star Stone Piercing:</b> A tinier-than-usual portion of the famous Star Stone that filled its insides. Bearing a glossy red appearance, it is often mistaken for a ruby by the less informed | <i>Originally received from the Star Stone at Ezrael's Lake. Later fashioned into a piercing by a professional in the art.</i></small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Statistics ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Basic Stats]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Dexterity:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Strength:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Speed:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Stamina:</b> <i>8</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Constitution:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Wisdom:</b> <i>8</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Intelligence:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Accuracy:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Charisma:</b> <i>6</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sensitivity:</b> <i>6</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Immunity:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Health Stats]</b></ul></small>                  <small><b>Physical:</b> <i>9.5</i>/10 | Took .5 off for hunger; besides that, she is in peak shape and muscle tone. She hasn't had an infection in quite a few moons as her immunity has stepped up in strength, and after exercising her body, her depth perception and visibility now matches those with two clear eyes.</small>

                <small><b>Mental:</b> <i>7.5</i>/10 | Still lucid and logically-driven, Xeno gets a slightly lower rate in the mental health category due to her now commonplace internal crises. These don't do much at first glance, but they seem to build upon her level of stress. So technically, her issue is more emotional than mental.</small>

                <small><b>Pain Threshold:</b> <i>8.9</i>/10 | Xeno still registers pain like most others and doesn't derive any pleasure from it. However, due to the time where she lost her eye to a hawk, the pain she felt then has managed to jade her a little to pain overall. The nerve endings in her right eye socket have been so damaged that she no longer has feeling in the tissues found there either.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Specific Stats]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Stealth:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Climbing:</b> <i>4</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Swimming:</b> <i>2</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Hunting:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Fighting:</b> <i>6</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Memory:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Tactility:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Depth Perception:</b> <i>6</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Sight:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Sound:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Smell:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Taste:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Touch:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Tribe Information ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Tribe]</b></ul></small>  <small><b>Birth Tribe:</b> N/A</small>
<small><b>Past Tribe:</b> N/A</small>
<small><b>Current Tribe:</b> Earth Tribe</small>

<small><ul><b>[Tattoo]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Green-Earth</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Rank]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Adult | <i>Scholar</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Ability]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Secondary | <i>Modification Manipulation</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Former Mentor]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i><a href="http://snowwire.deviantart.com/art/TGB-Adalin-ref-441861494">Adalin</a></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Current Apprentice]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>None</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Soulbond]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Skills]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Skill I:</b> What's Out There ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill II:</b> Stone Claws ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill III:</b> Fury ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill IV:</b> Grasping Roots ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill V:</b> Outta My Way ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill VI:</b> Alchemy ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill VII:</b> Mineral Manipulation ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill VIII:</b> Master of the Earth ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill IX:</b> Medusa's Stare ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill X:</b> Adaption ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill XI:</b> Puppetmaster ✔</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill XII:</b> Construction</small></li>
<li><small><b>Skill XIII:</b> Fracture</small></li></ul>

<small><ul>:new:<b>[Signature Move]</b></ul></small>                    <small><b><i>"Petrify"</i></b> | Through the combined use of the skills <u>Mineral Manipulation</u>, <u>Alchemy</u>, and <u>Puppetmaster</u>, Xeno has created the ability to alter the various mineral nutrients in a living body. Rather than fiddling with all of those, however, Xeno manipulates the fine levels of phosphorus found in the muscle and bone tissues to ultimately freeze a target for a period of time. This not only stalls their physical movement, but also the rate at which one's body heals.

                  In smaller targets, she can change the molecular structure of the phosphorus to that of a gas, deemed toxic enough to kill, and poison the target from the inside. However, in the body of anything bigger than a rabbit, Xeno can only stall their movements for a period of mere minutes. As for the stunning of the body's cell reproduction, the stronger the focus, the longer the wait, but the affect of freezing caps out after 72 hours.

                  Rather than a means to kill, Xeno typically does this in an attempt to avoid fighting. Relaxing the body of another to the point where they cannot move, she can then flee freely or drag them back to where they initially came from without getting torn up.</small>

<u><b>|| Pedigree ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Immediate Family]</b></ul></small> <small><b>Father:</b>
Robin ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
Darkie ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
Rock ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Mist ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Extended Family]</b></ul></small> <small><b>Father's Father:</b>
<strike>Melty ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike></small>
<small><b>Father's Mother:</b>
Bloom ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
<small><b>Mother's Father:</b>
Dusk ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
<small><b>Mother's Mother:</b>
Icicle ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
Flash ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
<strike>Moon ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike>
Lop ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Mole ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Marten ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
<strike>Hutch ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike>
Twig ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Darlin' ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
Smoke ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
<strike>Pullet ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike>
Foxette ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Marina ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Asher ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Salem ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Yuke ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
Aviva ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
<small><b>Secondary Grandparents:</b>
<strike>Dank ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike>
<strike>Bunny ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike>
Lavie ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
<strike>Valley ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike>
Mouse ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i>
<strike>Tooth ♀ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike></small>

<u><b>|| Personality ||</u>

<small><i><b>*existential cringing*</b></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Hearty | Wise | <strike>Lax</strike> | Motivated | Realistic | Cheeky | Wily | Tender | Prudent]</b></ul></small>    <small> <b>|| Hearty ||</b> <strike>Jovial and loud, Xeno is ever the optimist in life and the tribe. She's quick to make others feel comfortable and welcome by use of her open nature and strong sense of approachability. Along these lines, she doesn't have much of a personal bubble, and often finds herself well beyond the bounds of others'. However, when in a good mood, it seems that most don't mind her close contact simply because it's better when she's peppy and jolly rather than snippy, such as when she's trying to sleep or relax. And despite the rather blunt attitude that she tends to sport, her words are genuine and usually meant to be kind.</strike>
With all that has happened as of late, Xeno's outward demeanor has drastically changed, but not completely. The cat is still a friendly one, but more cautious and careful in whom she decides to interact with outside her tribe. Within it, however, she is a much warmer soul and finds ease in the company of others. The energy she gives off is still a relaxed one and her presence, when her pelt lies flat, is one that brings comfort and familiarity to those inside and outside the Earth Tribe camp.</small>

<small> <b>|| Wise ||</b> <strike>Xeno's open, outward appearance is what usually leads others to assume the she-cat is stupid. In fact, many factors about her make her out to seem dull and dimwitted- her lack of drive, quickness to oppose senior tribemates, and simply her fondness of avoiding tasks and overlooking small details in the things she does.</strike> However, Xeno truly is what's considered an 'old soul'. When serious, or even interested enough in a situation, her words can be ripened with knowledge thought unattainable for the lax cat, and she tends to use said wisdom to turn heads during the most interesting of moments. <strike>It helps that when she isn't trudging around lazily, Xeno is nose-deep into something new, doing her best to feed her mind about the world around her and to extend her knowledge as a scholar's student.</strike>
As her age has ripened with experience, so has her intelligence and wisdom. Clinical and calculated, she's not one to make risky calls unless it only affects herself, and even then, there is a method to her madness. Much of her wisdom has been derived from her thoughts as she pondered and worried over all the misfortune that has befallen the tribes and any personal traumas that she has had to suffer through. She wishes that those younger than her can learn from her mistakes. And for those lucky to have gained her full attention, they may receive an earful of the rare unfiltered thoughts and ideals of the black queen.</small>

<small> <b>|| <strike>Lax</strike> | Motivated ||</b> <strike>To say this she-cat's lazy is an understatement. Xeno's greatest efforts are often seen in avoiding work as she's said to always have become a shadow whenever there's work to be done. In the same way that she is physically lazy, Xeno's temper is extremely relaxed, as if she couldn't care about what is happening in the world around her, so long as if it has nothing to do with her. She always has a clever excuse about her mouth and three escape routes in mind when trying to work her way out of...well, work. Even more so, her temper is extremely chill and it is not easy to get her riled up. Only very few topics actually bother Xeno, and if she isn't confronted with one of those, then there really isn't much reason for her to get excited.</strike>
No longer is the cat lazy and seeking refuge from work. In fact, she's become quite the opposite. Driven by her desire to aid her tribe in their time of need, Xeno has turned around her child act and has started taking responsibility over her actions and the wellbeing of the Earth Tribe. This isn't to say that she no longer likes lounging around and relaxing, but she'd feel more comfortable doing so after a long day's work ensuring the health and safety of her tribemates.</small>

<small> <b>|| Realistic ||</b> <strike>Though bright and cheery most of the time</strike>, Xeno is thoroughly rational and capable of seeing the truth in most things. She's not one to get easily excited over things, <strike>and though most believe this to be an example of her laziness,</strike> it is in fact because she's wise enough to understand that she dislikes being let down, and thus doesn't expect miracles or acts of the ancestors to happen. <strike>It is along these same lines that she is considered an atheist and sometimes a 'buzzkill'. Even the concept of the Ceremony of Light puts her mind into a downward spiral as she tries to understand and create a reasonable explanation as to why the tattoos and powers appear. It's as if she's in almost constant denial.</strike>
Still ever the realist, Xeno does not let her actions and thoughts become swayed by hope in miracles and the like. She still does not believe that things can happen magically through anything except action. While her belief in the Spirits has been solidified, Xeno thinks over things logically and tries to apply a shred of intelligence to anything abnormal that comes across her path. And her moods are less likely to be dashed than others, especially now that her attitude on life is a little more grim.</small>

<small> <b>|| <strike>Cheeky</strike> | Confident ||</b> Brash and ballsy, Xeno's spirit as a hell-raiser is rather infamous among her tribemates as she enjoys finding ways to annoy others. No matter if she's up and moving, or curled up in her nest, Xeno has no problem sporting a cocky attitude, and more often than not finds herself in trouble for disrespecting her seniors. It can be amusing for some, and completely annoying and distasteful to others. She doesn't often mean to be offensive or crude, but at times, her stubborn nature wishes to take over or she simply just finds the interaction too hilarious to back down. Such is why this behavior of hers has yet to cease.</strike>
No longer that much of a shitstarter, Xeno is still ballsy and bold. However, it is more out of pure confidence in herself than a youthful rebellion. Her actions are smart, and thus when she feels she has the right move, she will take it in perfect stride. She has no problem trouncing another's who if it means proving herself correct, but she has developed a bit more tact as an adult. She only flaunts her feathers when she feels it is deemed appropriate.</small>

<small> <b>|| Wily ||</b> <strike>Although she often acts so tommishly that many mistaken her for a male or homosexual butch,</strike> Xeno is a she-cat with beguiling bone in her body, or two. She's clever and silver-tongued, and makes for one hell of a trickster in terms of an argument. This doesn't help with talking to those who know of her wisdom as she often finds ease in making asses of them all. This extends from how she watched her mother interact with others, <strike>and while she still has a ways to go before she reaches Darkie's lilting level, Xeno is still a master of the art among those of her age.</strike>
As a full-fledged adult, Xeno has certainly become one well-versed in the art of seduction and using her assets to her advantage. This includes having use of her keen knowledge of subtle gestures, expressions, and tones. And while not a tactic she uses often, the she-cat has no fear in demonstrating her honey-smooth moves and clever tongue.</small>

<small> :new:<b>|| Tender ||</b> As she has been coming to terms with all the trauma shaking Nandryx, Xeno's hardened exterior has crumbled some to make way for a more motherly figure. This isn't to say that she's become mush, but the previously cold cat has grown soft. She often finds herself seeking out others to ensure their wellbeing, and while this almost exclusively applies to Earth Tribe as of now- a product of her loyalty- Xeno still finds herself wanting to aid those close to her in the other tribes. Not yet tender enough to sink to 'Mommy status,' Xeno could see herself filling the role of a Nursemaid well if the chance arose, and she no longer would bat a lash at the thought of caring for those other than herself.</small>

<small> :new:<b>|| Prudent ||</b> This isn't to say Xeno wasn't careful during her youth; she just has altered where the majority of her caution lies. In her youth, her actions were guarded and wariness could be seen in how she carried herself and how her body language appeared. However, now it is what she says and how she says it that is carefully monitored and calculated before each reply. Her actions are calculated as well, but not to the extent of sensitivity applied to her words. In a period like the one facing the Tribes as of late, the word of one has the equivalent impact of the actions of many, and Xeno does not want to be the very one who may set into motion a war.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Secondary Traits]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i><b>Attentive</b>
Xeno is much more keenly aware of what happens in her tribe and territory and is almost never out of the loop.</i></small></li>

She carries herself in a very particular manner that somewhat demands a level of respect from her peers.</i></small></li>

Xeno has become quite displaced with the belief of where she stands in the world and often ponders the fragile lives of felines.</i></small></li>

She has become rather jaded to the subtly awful things that happen and seems to save her worries for more pressing matters.</i></small></li>

After the loss of many cats during the plague, including cats close to Xeno, she has tried to somewhat distance herself from others to preserve her own emotions.</i></small></li>

The devastation that the tribes have been going through have been weighing down on Xeno, adding up upon her shoulders with each passing moon and she finds it very tasking to keep up her cool facade.</i></small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Extras]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Xeno has an unusually high IQ with the ability to formulate strategies on the spot. Although she isn't rash, she's quick to think and often is a whole ten pawsteps ahead of others. It worked well coupled with her previously lazy and unmoved demeanor. Now, it is even stronger partnered with her strong intuition and serious nature.</i></small></li>

<li><small><i><strike>Although she may not seem it, Xeno is very touchy about the topic of her right eye. This is because she is usually never asked about it, and thus, she doesn't think about it. However, when anyone makes reference to it, or any idea that she may be inferior or lacking in ability, she becomes worked up and almost unreasonable.</strike></i></small></li>

<li><small><i>Wits aren't the only thing that is quick about Xeno. <strike>Though she hardly ever displays it,</strike> she is fairly fast in terms of speed. Her long legs and small paws help to increase her stride while their litheness decreases weight and drag. <strike>She usually only runs at full speed when there is a serious ordeal, or when she is on patrol and unaware of it. Even when racing against others, she doesn't reach her limit.</strike>
Xeno's speed has been greatly enhanced through training and she uses it to her advantage more and more often. It is the only thing that makes up her less powerful offense more tactically practical.</i></small></li>

<li><small><i><strike>Though she doesn't favor cuddling with others as some may assume from her lack of understanding of personal space, Xeno has a bad habit of sprawling out while asleep, and often ends up kicking others nearby. Even when others specifically move away from her nest to avoid her wayward limbs, the slumberous she-cat has the uncanny ability to find herself rolling into others' nests, as if she had blessed with the task of keeping her denmates from having peaceful sleeps.</strike>
As a product of her more attentive nature, Xeno is more acutely aware of where her tribemates are resting as has made careful sleeping a new second nature skill within her arsenal. This was originally derived from her wanting to not impede on the recuperation of her ailing tribemates. She is also more of a fan of snuggling, as she now deems it an appropriate means of showing appreciation and affection to those close to her, but many are still blind to this fact. Xeno doesn't announce this softie fact about herself either.</i></small></li>

<li><small><i><strike>Despite living amongst others who believe completely and utterly in the idea that the ancestors exist, Xeno's sense of rationality keeps her from believing in the starry, sky-bound ancestors. Instead, the name of 'Alriyel' only leaves her mouth when she's making a joke or using sarcasm. Even her participation in the Light Tribe's statue's ceremony in order to receive her tattoo, Xeno feels as if it were merely a dream and she has yet to come up with a reason as for why her tattoo appeared. Though she gets along with most others, her deadpanning about her lack of spirituality tends to put a damper on her relationships with others.</strike></i></small></li>

<li><small><i>Xeno wasn't too fond of having others refer to her as her spirit-given name. However, as of recent occurrences and some new-found understanding of the importance of a name and the Spirits, the cat formerly known only as Egg now answers to and even introduces herself as Xeno, at last.</i></small></li>

<li><small>:new:<i>During the course of the last couple of moons, with all the drastic changes seeming to take place, Xeno's outlook on life and her own existence has come to a screeching halt. In seeing the frail mortality of those around her during the plague, and witnessing her former mentor's mental deterioration, Xeno has become much more reserved in personality. Pulling on the reigns of her previously outgoing and free-spirited ways, she has become more aloof and lost within her thoughts;  more conscious of her minimal meaning in the vast scheme of things, and surprisingly more driven to make her presence valued within the tribe.</i></small></li>

<li><small>:new:<i>Despite the fact that she's mentally exhausting herself in her seemingly constant existential crises, Xeno has toyed around with the idea of becoming a mother, as not only it a duty that only queens can do as a valued action to the world, but Xeno herself would really enjoy mirroring the feelings that her own mother bore towards herself. However, the fear of being vulnerable as a pregnant queue  during a potential upcoming war between the tribes currently her desires of becoming a mother.</i></small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Sexuality ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Sexual Orientation]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Demisexual</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Romantic Orientation]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Demiromantic</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Preferences]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>As of now, it has been made apparent that Xeno's tastes in others in terms of attraction are both vague and particular. Xeno still doesn't fancy specific pelt palates or eye colors. Peculiar and strange markings and abnormalities draw her attention, it seems, and this could be attributed to her desire to find another like herself. Instead of being shallow, Xeno's attraction is more focused on personality quirks. She fancies those whom she can understand on a deeper level, and those even more so when she can communicate her emotions and intentions without speaking. Truly, what she seems to now seek in a mate is a life-long partner.

                 Currently, her emotions are conflicted; her affections lie in different places, directed at two different individuals:
                 <b><a href="http://the-golden-butterfly.deviantart.com/art/Azadeh-TGB-Blue-Shadow-486679486">Azadeh</a></b> - The sense of mystery and confusion that the Shadow Triber instills in Xeno keeps her interests piqued.
                 <b><a href="http://the-golden-butterfly.deviantart.com/art/tGB-Cooper-549161035">Cooper</a></b> - The feeling of comfort and familiarity that Xeno has established with Cooper has developed into devotion, keeping her emotionally tethered to the tom as he has accepted her at her worst.</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Fluff Tracker]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>✔</b> | <i>Feel attraction towards someone</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>✔</b> | <i>Feel emotional confusion about another</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a first crush</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a real crush</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a same-sex crush</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a rival-in-love</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Share a nest with someone</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Learn the meaning of love</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Experience love at first sight</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Share a tender moment with someone</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Partake in 'cutesy' talk</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To be blinded by love</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have an open relationship</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a short-term relationship</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a quick fling</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Lose her virginity</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Have a long-term relationship</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Find true love</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Bear a litter of kittens</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Die while in love</i></small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Crush]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Previous Relations]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Current Status]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Single</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Current Lover]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Mate]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Kits]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Fertility]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Unknown at current time | <i>To be determined after first litter is born.</i></small>

<u><b>|| History ||</u>

<small><ul><b><a href="http://mewmehh.deviantart.com/art/TGB-Xeno-s-History-620378287"> History in Prose</a></b></ul></small>

<u><b>|| Trivia ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Memes]</b></ul></small>                       <small><i><a href="http://sta.sh/0ud7pa2hcct">Relationships</a> | <a href="http://mewmehh.deviantart.com/art/TGB-Xeno-Height-Chart-562834253">Height</a> | <a href="http://sta.sh/01d8dadd13l3">RP Tracker</a> | <a href="http://sta.sh/025bq2vdopc6">Active Tattoo</a></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Voice Actor]</b></ul></small>                    <small>Michelle Ruff as Rukia Kuchiki | Bleach
                                        <i>|| A deep, rich alto; she carries it in a softer, more serious tone as of late. || </i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Sins]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>Probably still <u>Sloth</u> a little. I could also see maybe <u>Envy</u>, but for unknown reasons.</i></small>

<small><ul>:new:<b>[Symbolism]</b></ul></small>                  <small><b>The Bird:</b> <i>In respect to her name, her history has been written out as if she personified a bird, though no particular species has yet to be chosen.</i></small>
                <small><b>The Doe:</b> <i>Description-wise, Xeno's structure relates to what others would attribute to a female deer. Thus, Xeno has become the embodiment of the noir doe; graceful, enchanting, and dangerous.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Likes]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Running- it is the only time see feels like she is truly uninhibited.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Snow- she likes the feeling of it beneath her paws.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Sleeping- she enjoys relaxing and the feeling of it seems to bring nostalgia to her.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Familiarity- it gives her a sense of calm and reduces her stress to know that nothing has changed.</i></small></li></ul>

<small><ul><b>[Dislikes]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Warfare- the idea of war and bloodshed among the interconnected families of the different tribes sickens her deeply.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Change- sudden, severe differences that cut through every day life cause her to stress out and lose fur.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Deep Thinking- although she does it a lot, thinking too hard about her place in the world often leads her to having existential crises.</i></small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Secret]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>She wonders if her life would have remained peaceful if she remained lazy and not stepped up as a respectable tribe member.
                                        OOC: <strike>The hole on the right side of her face is just a reason not to draw another eye. Shhh- don't tell her XD</strike> I ruined this strategy for myself by giving her the damn jewel, but oh well :p</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Dreams]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>✔</b> | <i>Make a good friend</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Make a best friend</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Form a family</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>✔</b> | <i>Gain a rival</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Hold the place of Nursemaid</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Become someone's soulbond</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>See Adalin again</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Become the Head Scholar</i></small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Fears]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Die alone</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Lose a friend</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Fight in a war</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Kill someone else</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Lose Cooper</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Lose her other eye</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Lose her powers</i></small></li></ul>

<small><ul><b>[Tidbits]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>She is actually my hardest character to draw- not color- as her coat is thin, thus making me have to work on her angular, awkward body.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>The idea for the weird pronunciation of her name originated from Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days, where the female protagonist Xion's name is pronounced "Shee-on." Xeno's name was originally meant to be spelled as 'Xino,' but somehow it became 'Xeno' and stuck.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>If she were a Pokemon, her typing would be Rock/Steel. I like to think of her less like a Nosepass and more like a Steelix :3</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>If she were like Nightcore as a music genre during her youth, then I would now consider her an indi-punk mix. Like some Social Distortion grade of punk- equal parts badass and depressing.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>She's kinda like me- wants to have babies, but doesn't want to need another individual to help with everything.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>She would be the type of individual to not believe in fantasy shit, but would lowkey love horoscopes.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Out of all the characters I have planned for TGB, she's the only one to not get along with any of the others.</i></small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Roleplay Information ||</u>

<small><i>[RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox]</i></small><ul><small>Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water.

<i>Sizzling.</i> Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation.

Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. <i>Hopefully....</i></small></ul>

<small><i>[RP from The Golden Butterfly - Xeno, White-Earth]</i></small><ul><small>Only a few days had passed since Xeno's return to Earth Tribe from that of the Light, and the camp still rang with the familiar tune of earthy aromas. And yet, the young she-cat could discern the tang of a few new scents that added discord to the harmonious song she once knew. As such, the occasional figure sporting a new face would cross her path as Xeno took the time to explore the camp confines, hoping to find where all the others of her ranking congregated. And it had been one of those said unfamiliar faces who had brought her to where she now sat.

This early in the morning, the she-cat had forgotten what was said as to pull her from the warmth of the camp into the mountain range in which Mt. Corvo stood, nor why she ultimately cared what the handsome Blue-Earth had to say. All that Xeno could recall was how huffy the older scholar had gotten after a few choice words shared between them. Not even enough to formulate a full conversation, in the she-cat's mind, but enough to send the cat she now knew as Sleet up the mountainside.

Boredly toying with a patch of brittle blades of grass, crisp from the dry, mountainous air, Xeno yawned and blinked. Bleary-eyed and cold, she felt her dark pelt twitch with a shudder and her large ears flick with annoyance. If it had been later in the day, the scholar apprentice would have been more welcoming of the fresh chill as she had been long-awaiting the Autumn and Winter moons, but as she current sat far from her nest and drained of what little energy she had so early in the dawn, Xeno secretly wished it had been a more sunny season.

Glancing upward over her shoulder, as her back had been turned to face the mountain in which the Blue-Earth climbed, Xeno sighed. <b><i>"For a scholar, he sure is stupid,"</i></b> she murmured to herself, not wishing for her warm throat to be greeted with harsh air that Mt. Corvo had to offer. Reluctantly, she got shakily up to her paws and stood with an arch in her back. Once stretched out and limber, she turned on her paws and started trudging up the tough terrain. Who else would go and stop the idiot before he got too high and fell? After all, Xeno was the only other one there. <i>How did he lure me here again anyways?</i></small></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Timezone]</b></ul></small>                      <small>CDT |  <i>UTC/GMT -5 hours</i></small>

<small><i>:bulletgreen: | <b>Desirable</b>
:bulletyellow: | <b>Acceptable</b>
:bulletred: | <b>Undesireable</b>
:bulletwhite: | <b>Contemplating</b></small>
<small><ul><b>[Pardon the change in choices- as of late, I've been having technical complications, and my Skype has been problematic.]</b></ul></small> <small>:bulletgreen: <b>Note RP</b></small>
<small>:bulletgreen: <b>Google Document RP</b></small>
<small>:bulletyellow: <b>Comment RP</b></small>
<small>:bulletred: <b>Skype RP</b></small>
<small>:bulletred: <b>Chatroom RP</b></small>
<small>:bulletwhite: <b>Drawing/Sketch RP</b></small>
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<u><b>|| History ||</u>

<small><ul><b><i>If it looks like a maybird...</i></b></ul></small> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<small><i>The tale of the little ghost girl begins with a humbling, if not rather degrading, start. Young Callian had been born to a nomadic queen named Methuselah, who was once a most beautiful she-cat, and a fiery triber at that. But, after some ordeal unknown to the little Callie before her birth, Methuselah abandoned her Fire Tribe and discarded her fuchsia-tinted powers. The queen made her rounds about Nandryx before leaving the territories altogether to live within the Outlands. It was there that the pretty monochrome-colored queen rooted around for the prettiest toms she could find and made use of her body through the skills of lechery. Here is where the story truly begins.</i></small>

<small><ul><b><i>And it sounds like a maybird...</i></b></ul></small> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<small><i>Callian had been born to Methuselah later in the queen's life, Metha now a weathered and ugly creature from tear and torment through her unsafe practices, including muddled lungs from her constant chewing of leaves from the tobacco plant and a body shrunken from motherhood. Callian had been brought into the world alongside only one littermate; a brother named Belial, but the two had many more siblings than they could and would ever know.

Callian was always a timid and sickly kit, but had the curiosity of any other young cat. Although, she was always a pleaser too. To Metha in particular.

While her brother would run off and play freely, without a single glance to where he'd go, the she-kit would remain by her haggard mother's side and ask questions till the moon had come and gone. And Methuselah would carelessly answer through the demands she cast upon her kit.</i>

<b>"Mother, what is that? With the long ears, eating the grass?"</b> Callian would mew in a low voice, her pale eyes glittering.
<b><i>"That would be a maybird, Callian. Now would you scratch your mother's back. I can't reach the itch."</i></b>
<b>"Of course, Mother."</b>

<i>Callian was never close to her brother, and because her mother always kept her so busy with tasks to do, Callian hadn't found herself too sorrowed when she and Methuselah had come across Belial's crumpled corpse after the young tom had decided to go play.

Instead of burying her son as a mother would normally do, Methuselah parked her heavy belly and her sickly little Callian in a hole beside Belial's body and waited for the carrion crows to arrive. Then, the expecting queen hunted. Using her kits had become a habit for Methuselah before Callian's birth, and afterwards, became second nature.

The hollow she-cat had no qualms with using her son's body as bait for prey birds and that night, the fat and full queen sat pretty while her weak, little daughter nibbled on bird bones and scraps before kicking some soil over her brother's remaining pieces. She had been ordered to do so by Methuselah in order to not attract more feeders.

Then the two moved on.</i></small>

<small><ul><b><i>Then it is a lie.<i/></b></ul></small> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<small><i>Methusela and Callian traveled around the Outlands of Nandryx, but no longer as a pair. By the time Callian had reached close to six moons of age, her mother had already kitted three new litters. Of these, only five kittens made it to walking. It was Callian's job to watch these wayward kitties as they got into everything except Methuselah's fur. The queen did nothing to mother the litters besides lay down and feed them her milk. But it hadn't been long before that all dried up. Callian's workload was immense.

However, it did not stop her curiosity.</i>

<b>"Mother, what is that? Up in the trees, making that noise?"</b>
<b><i>"Ugghhh...Callian, can't you see that is a maybird? Now pick this tick from my left ear. It's driving my nerves."</i></b>
<b>"But Mother, how is that a maybird, and all those other creatures before maybirds too? I don't understand?"</b>
<b><i>"You don't HAVE to understand, Callian. A maybird's a maybird; insignificant and useless. Now do as your told!"</i></b> Methuselah's temper was always short, and the gaunt-faced queen's snap caused the kits at her belly to scamper away to reside under Callian's downy legs.

<b>"Then Mother, what separates me from a maybird?"</b>

Methuselah's eyes widened and her thoughtless chewing paused. A moment later, her nose was crinkled back and her face was contorted into an ugly sneer. Her voice was loud and jovial.

<b><i>"Perhaps you're right!! Perhaps you ARE a maybird!!"</i></b>

<i>It was only at such a point that the young she-cat finally knew why her elder siblings whom had survived their kithood had left; left their mother to live on their own. Callian's desires mirrored her elder halfkins', but her weak constitution and ailments to all kept her from fleeing.</i></small>

<small><ul><b><i>But if lies are bad, as are maybirds...</i></b></ul></small> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<small><i>Callian slowly grew and felt old in her youth as she watched her younger siblings either live and leave or die. None of the kittens whom Methuselah littered after Callian remained very long with their mother, and only Callian remained at her mother's side, nearly a full season's cycle herself. If she were to leave, it would surely mean death, though. And though such would've been a kinder fate for the cat, there was nothing Callian feared more.

As she trekked alongside her only remaining kin, Callian happened upon a lavish, rough stone and felt compelled to keep it. The she-cat clumsily carried it in her small jaws from place to place and her devoted care to it had nearly become as frequent as her care for her mother.</i>

<b>"Mother, this isn't living so it cannot be a maybird, can it?"</b> Callian's voice held an almost whimper.
<b><i>"No,"</i></b> Methuselah sighed through the stinking wad she chewed on, causing the black and white she-cat to recoil from the scent. <b><i>"That there's a rock. Another useless drabble."</i></b>
<b>"Then I can keep it?"</b>
<b><i>"What's one more useless piece of nothing in my arsenal?"</i></b>

<i>However, the shiny green stone as not so useless. At least, not to the hungry-eyed queen who found it harder and harder to refrain from desiring the useless stone her minion so treasured. It would have been so far below her to want such a thing, but the old queen couldn't help it. She wanted the stone. Needed it.

One evening, Methuselah offhandedly commanded Callian to give her the rock. But Callian declined.</i>

<b><i>"What. Was. That?!"</i></b> The queen growled through clenched teeth.
<b>"I said I want to keep it. You said it was useless, Mother, so I want to keep it."</b>
<b><i>"But I kept you!! Why can't I keep it too?! Give me that rock NOW!"</i></b>

<i>Callian found herself dashing blindly through the shadowy undergrowth, large hunk of rock in jaws as a fiery pain seared her cheek in the form of slashes. Her mother's claws and loud roars of fury had finally been enough to drive the young she-cat away from the black-tatted queen, into the unknown. And though she cried at that fact she had just lost her only home, Callian decided that she would never go back.</i></small>

<small><ul><b><i>Then maybe a maybird I am.</i></b></ul></small> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<small><i>The world is terrifying.

Such was the conclusion Callian came to as she trudged about the lands of Nandryx. Swirling around her delicate senses were all sorts of strange oddities and things unfamiliar to her. Meek and afraid, she simply just kept moving, worried that if she were to remain still for too long, she was sure to die by the claws or fangs of something greater than a mere maybird.</i>

<b>"A maybird."</b>

<i>Perhaps she was unfit to transverse the world by herself. These thoughts plagued her mind for a good pawful of moons as she kept moving about. At some point, unaware of her position in Nandryx, she managed to make her way into the Tribe's territories.

The scents of cat was clouded, however, by the various other smells that afflicted Callian's weak sense of scent and taste, and she remained constantly confused by where she was- both in the world and as an individual in the world. And her harrowing thought had yet to cease.


The rattle of the earth and the smoke in the sky sent Callian into a greater panic than she had ever been in her whole life, she was sure. Fiery hot mud colored like the setting sun poured from a massive mountain to the east, sending the monochrome she-cat into a sprint westward.

It felt like millennia before Callian reached the dark cover of trees. Smoke and flame surrounding all, she deemed the only safe location to be the green of the vast woodland. And she was right. Despite the ripe scents of cats and prey alike rippling through the undergrowth and leaves, Callian remained safe and undiscovered within the forest as the fire died down over the course of the days to follow. She remained careful and observant for the next few moons.

Once summer arrived, however, so did illness. Riddled with a harsh cough, she figured, from the smoke and her allergies to nearly everything under the canopy of the forest, she was nearly unable to move and certainly incapable of hunting. It just happened to be her luck that a patrol of strangers came upon her holed up in a long-forgotten fox's den. Snatched up like a wayward kit, she was taken away to their own place of refuge, and she was treated to the best of the strange cats' abilities. When she finally came to, the cats introduced themselves as tribe cats.

They explained to her what had happened and quizzed her about why she was wandering about in the rubbage. She explained what she could, and was given the offer to remain with the Tribes, if she were chosen by one of the Spirits and branded with their mark. The idea made the small cat fearful, but the promise of safety amongst number and which a higher power to watch over her persuaded her to stay.

To her surprise, marks of green and white graced her eye, almost giving herself a heart attack as she gazed into a puddle. Would she end up in the same tribe as the one where her mother had received the black fire upon her eye.

But, there was a difference. Fire didn't grace her face- nor did a single tattoo mark one eye. Instead, two scalloped wings spanned the underside of both eyes, and as her glowing gaze seemed to register peculiar lights shining in all directions, albeit weakly, the mysterious voice of an unseen creature murmured into her ear. With their warm breath making her face tingle, she recited the word in a small voice.


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7/27/17: Eeee her pretty new fullbody and active tattoo were done by the lovely @pavrzlove </ul><hr>http://sta.sh/06yuwges0wv<hr><u><b>|| Basic Information ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Names]</b></ul></small><small><b>Spirit Name:</b> Poidzua</small>
<small><b>Kit Name:</b> Callian</small>
<small><b>Nick Name:</b> Green-Shadow | Poid | Maybird | Calla</small>
<small><ul><b>[Name Info]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Poidzua:</i> Pronounced "P-oi-d-zoo-uh" | Though 'Zua' doesn't seem to have a particular meaning, 'Poid' is French for 'weight.'</small></li>
<li><small><i>Callian:</i> Pronounced "Kah-lee-an" | Meaning 'Steed of the Witch' in the fictional Laponese language.</small></li>
<li><small><i>Green-Shadow:</i> Pronounced "Green Sh-ah-doh" | The label displaying her rank and tribe | <i>Used by distant tribemates/strangers.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Poid:</i> Pronounced "P-oi-d" | A shortened version of her name | <i>Used by those familiar with her true name.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Maybird:</i> Pronounced "Mey-burd" | A label her mother used to describe something useless | <i>Used by Metha.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Calla:</i> Pronounced "Kah-uh" | A shortened version of her kit name and based off the Calla Lily | <i>Used by Lore.</i></small></li></ul><small><ul><b>[Sex]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Female</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Gender Identity]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Female | <i>Prefers "she/her"</i></small>
<small><ul><b>[Age]</b></ul></small><small><b>Arrival Age:</b> 19 moons</small>
<small><b>Current Age:</b> 28 moons</small>
<small><b>Birth Season/Date:</b> <u>IC:</u> Mid Spring; Year 101 | <i><u>OOC:</u> April 24th, 2015</i></small>
<small><b>Zodiac Sign:</b> Taurus ♉</small>

<u><b>|| Appearance ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Description]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>A dainty little cat with a thick pelt of long, silky fur mostly monochrome in color. Her build is rather short and delicate, leaving her with not much strength to call her own, although the density of her fur allows for her to come off as bigger than she truly is. She stands on thin legs that are shorter than most others, though she tends to be fairly long in comparison. She sports small paws with tenders pads and a dense, soft tail similar to down.

            With oddly expressive eyes of silvery, stormy grey and sclera a soft cream color, Poidzua sports a pitiful face adorn with a dusky black point spreading from her muzzle to just past her eyes. A few lighter markings strike through the mark of black fur, such as lines of white on the upper lids of her eyes, tear marks that curl off beneath the base of her ears, and loop-ish rosettes on her cheeks along with a few dapples of black. A bit of pale tan and white dress her muzzle, chin, and lips too. And though the majority of her body is solid in color, with head being a stark white and the rest of her body a jet black color, with only her torso and forelegs as an intermediate grey hue, she has subtle stripes lacing her lower hind legs. Her whiskers are a softer charcoal color, her small nose jet black, and soft paw pads a tan color to match the color striping her snout.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Breed]</b></ul></small>             <small><b>Most Prominent:</b> <a href="http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/eb/78/5a/eb785a7f3f558ca194bade7bdbddf0e1.jpg">Chantilly-Tiffany</a> | <a href="http://www.exaltedcat.com/pics/Minuet-01-sm.jpg">Minuet</a> | <a href="http://www.sunbriar-turkish-angoras.com/resources/IMG_6925.JPG">Turkish Angora</a> | <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOSVdG9zfZU/T-xa59hQXuI/AAAAAAAABDw/cEASOokrVpE/s1600/ragdoll_cat_posing_wallpaper.jpeg">Ragdoll</a> | <a href="http://d21vu35cjx7sd4.cloudfront.net/dims3/MMAH/crop/0x0%2B0%2B0/resize/645x380/quality/90/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fassets.prod.vetstreet.com%2Fb5%2F3b2590a28411e087a80050568d634f%2Ffile%2FBalinese-3-645mk062211.jpg">Balinese</a> |<a href="http://purrfectcatbreeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/nebelung4.jpg">Nebelung</a> | <a href="http://purrfectcatbreeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/singapura-cat10.jpg">Singapura</a></small>
            <small><b>Least Prominent:</b> <a href="http://purrfectcatbreeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/norwegianforestcat6.jpeg">Norwegian Forest Cat</a> | <a href="http://purrfectcatbreeds.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Somali-cat6.jpg">Somali</a> | <a href="http://d21vu35cjx7sd4.cloudfront.net/dims3/MMAH/crop/0x0%2B0%2B0/resize/645x380/quality/90/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fs3.amazonaws.com%2Fassets.prod.vetstreet.com%2F1f%2F490b40a27c11e087a80050568d634f%2Ffile%2FAmerican-Curl-4-645mk062211.jpg">American Curl</a></small>

<small><ul><b>[Notable Features]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Silky, Puff Fur</b> | <i>Chantilly-Tiffany/Balinese/Ragdoll/Turkish Angora traits</i>  | With a surprisingly silky appearance to her pelt, Poid really has a thick, downy coat of pure fluff. It helps to mask her tiny stature, and gives her quite the adorable look that kittens often bear. It is also the reason why she had many areas on her body which simply stick up like little clouds whenever they please, such as on her shoulders and the top of her head.</small></li>
<li><small><b>Pelt Palate and Markings</b> | <i>Ragdoll/Balinese/Nebelung traits</i>  | Although mostly monochrome in color, Poidzua's color palate is a coalition between that strong grey color of the Nebelung and the pointed pelts of the Ragdoll and Balinese. While they manage to work well enough together, the common stripes of the Ragdoll's facial markings can be easily distinguished on the she-cat's face, as well as the striping on her legs.</small></li>
<li><small><b>Odd Silver Eyes</b> | <i>Nebelung trait</i>  | The stormy, silvery hue that Poidzua's eyes bearing in twinkling fashion are an oddity born from the crisp green and lighter variants of the unique Nebelung's own palate.</small></li>
<li><small><b>Small Stature</b> | <i>Minuet/Singapura traits</i> | Although not as stocky as the Minuet in build, she carries the length and shortness of the breed, which works well in conjunction with the Singapura's petite and skinny makeup to create a tiny, nimble stature.</small></li></ul>

<small><ul><b>[Distinct Colors]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Jet Black | Stark White | Sandy Tan | Ash Grey</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Pelt]</b></ul></small>                <small><b>Pattern:</b> <i>Solid</i> - Body is overall solid in color, with a few subtle variations in hue. Only faint striping occurs in a few places.</small>
               <small><b>Fur Type:</b> <i>Dense</i> - Thick, fluffy coat | Rather downy, and somewhat silkier on longer portions of fur. Oiliness is semi-average.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Scars]</b></ul></small>                   <small>Small nick in her left ear | <i>Received from catching herself in a gorse bush.</small>
                   <small>Trio of slashes on her upper back, left side | <i>Received from <strike>Plum</strike> Ruka.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Allergies]</b></ul></small>                   <small>Herbs | <i>Rather than allergic, she simply sensitive to the side effects of many medicinal herbs. However, she reacts particularly badly when she comes into contact with Lemongrass and Tobacco plants, which cause her skin to break out into hives, her throat to swell, fever, and her fur to fall out in small patches.</i></small>
                  <small>Feathers | <i>She's allergic to the dander found on them, which causes her skin to break out into rashes, so she refrains from eating bird as best as she can.</i></small>
                  <small>Dust | <i>It causes her to have a runny nose, scratchy throat, and weepy eyes along with sniffles and coughing bouts.</i></small>
                  <small>Sand Fleas | <i>Very susceptible to skin irritation in the form of large hives and widespread rash that leads to loss of fur.</i></small>
                  <small>Smoke | <i>Another one that simply sensitivity. Being within it, or even smelling it causing for a weak allergic reaction to occur as as when she comes into contact with dust. It also seems to trigger anxiety attacks when heavy in the air.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Size]</b></ul></small>                <small><b>Height:</b> 6.2 inches at withers | <i>Shorter than most others</i></small>
               <small><b>Weight:</b> 3.6 lbs | <i>Teacup bab</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Build]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Slender and delicate.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Gait]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Jerky, with short strides.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Scent]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>Being that she's lived within the woodlands for quite some time, she smells of fresh vegetation and sod, and faintly of soot. Once she spends more time scouring for minerals, she'll carry a more earthy scent with subtle hints of salt and metallic tang.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Muscle]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>If it's possible, she would fall under the category of negative digits. However, from scrambling around like a lost pigeon, she had a wee bit of strength in her tiny legs.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Tattoo Design]</b></ul></small>                    <small>Based off nothing particular, Poidzua's <u>inactive</u> tattoo appears like a pair of scalloped-edged fins or bat wings. These span from the inner corners of her eyes to the outer corners of them, extending slightly past her eyes. Each marking has five points between the scallops | <i>Poidzua's <u>active</u> appears as an extended version of her inactive tattoo, with a large downward curl at the outer corners of each eye with a thin strike through the tip. Her tattoo also includes a second set of scalloped-edged, wing-like shapes that span half of her upper eyelids, and a pair of lines like an upside-down cross appears on her forehead and a smaller X just beneath it. The upper lip of her mouth bears a thin line that reached up to her nose in the center, and also ends in a pair of large Xs at each corner of her maw. A pair of small fangs appear near each end of her mouth, and a small triangle with a missing bottom lines sits just between her bottom lip and chin.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Blood Type]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>AB</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Accessories]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Silver Collar:</b> A high-rising collar of silver bands held tightly around a triangularly-cut peridot, which sits on the front | <i>Stone originally found in her youth, but was cut, cleaned, and fashioned into a collar by a Fire Tribe Blacksmith after their return to Nandryx.</i></small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Statistics ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Basic Stats]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Dexterity:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Strength:</b> <i>1</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Speed:</b> <i>6</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Stamina:</b> <i>3</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Constitution:</b> <i>3</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Wisdom:</b> <i>4</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Intelligence:</b> <i>4</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Accuracy:</b> <i>4</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Charisma:</b> <i>8</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sensitivity:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Immunity:</b> <i>3</i>/10</small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Health Stats]</b></ul></small>               <small><b>Physical:</b> <i>5</i>/10 | Poidzua is at the half-way point because of her lengthy list of allergies. While she tends to be rather healthy and in good shape, aside for actually being out of shape, she is so easily triggered by her allergies that it can sometimes be extremely debilitating.</small>

              <small><b>Mental:</b> <i>7</i>/10 | Although she can function like any other cat, in her youth, she was educationally crippled and stunted. Although with this, she was emotionally abused by her mother and drained by her kinmates. It's a slow road to progress, but she's getting there. At least she's an overall happy cat, despite her fear of nearly everything.</small>

              <small><b>Pain Threshold:</b> <i>3</i>/10 | A scratch feels like fire; a cut feel likes a severed limb. Every little action taken upon the young cat often ends up in either leaving bruises, scars, or other sores that take Poidzua an eternity to recover from.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Specific Stats]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Stealth:</b> <i>8</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Climbing:</b> <i>2</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Swimming:</b> <i>0</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Hunting:</b> <i>6</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Fighting:</b> <i>3</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Memory:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Tactility:</b> <i>3</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Depth Perception:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Sight:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Sound:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Smell:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Taste:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sense of Touch:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Tribe Information ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Tribe]</b></ul></small><small><b>Birth Tribe:</b> N/A</small>
<small><b>Past Tribe:</b> N/A</small>
<small><b>Current Tribe:</b> Shadow Tribe</small>

<small><ul><b>[Tattoo]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Green-Shadow</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Rank]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Adult | <i>Mineral Collector</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Ability]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Secondary | <i>Soul Manipulation</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Mentor]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Current Apprentice]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Soulbond]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><i>1-10; Progression of Mastery</i></small></small><ul><li><small><b>Skill I:</b> Seeing the Soul
<small><i>You can see the flow of energy through the body of other animals, including the unborn. This is what is referred to as the soul.
<li><small><b>Skill II:</b> Meditation
<small><i>You have strict control over your own emotions, including the ability to blend them out at will.
<li><small><b>Skill III:</b> Control Through the Name - Level One
<small><i>Using your understanding of souls and names, you gain the ability to control small animals and insects by commanding them with their true names.
<li><small><b>Skill IV:</b> Mental Projection
<small><i>Using a true name, you can project your emotions (positive or negative) onto a recipient.
<li><small><b>Skill V:</b> Control Through the Name - Level Two
<small><i>Using your understanding of souls and names, you gain the ability to control medium animals by commanding them with their true names.
<li><small><b>Skill VI:</b> Mental Agony
<small><i>Using a true name, the user can control the recipient’s mind to cause them pain depending on the user’s experience. This pain causes no physical damage, but could cause mental damage to both the user and recipient if not used responsibly.
<li><small><b>Skill VII:</b> Control Through the Name - Level Three
<small><i>Using your understanding of souls and names, you gain the ability to control large animals by commanding them with their true names.
<li><small><b>Skill VIII:</b> Lie to Me
<small><i>You can force anyone to tell you the truth to whatever question you have by commanding them with their true name.
<li><small><b>Skill IX:</b> Mockingbird
<small><i>Mimicking any voice or sound they have heard before, the user can alter their voice to match it.
<li><small><b>Skill X:</b> Ghost Whisperer
<small><i>You can communicate with the spirits of the dead. However you can't control who you get to talk to.
<li><small><b>Skill XI:</b> Nightmare
<small><i>The user can create nightmares. This will mostly only work when the cat is asleep, unconscious or very confused and can't tell apart reality and nightmare anymore.
<li><small><b>Skill XII:</b> In Your Head
<small><i>The user becomes able to control the mood of another cat, and is capable of planting fear or sadness or whatever they desire in their mind as long as the user stays concentrated upon them.
3</i>/10</small></small></li></ul><small><ul><b>[Signature Move]</b></ul></small>                    <small><b><i>"Séance"</i></b> | Through the combined use of the skills <u>Mockingbird</u> and <u>Ghost Whisperer</u>, Poidzua uses her body as a sort of medium to channel the voice of the lingering deceased through her own form, matching the ghost's own voice as a result of her abilities.

                   As of yet, her ability isn't very honed and she will never be able to use it for combat. However, she hopes to be able to use her signature move to help those without closure, allowing them a final moment of respite with their fallen friends and family.</small>

<u><b>|| Pedigree ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Immediate Family]</b></ul></small> <small><b>Father:</b>
Samael ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
Methuselah ♀ | Black-Fire | <i>Location unknown</i></small>
<strike>Belial ♂ | Tattooless | <i>Location unknown [buried]</i></strike></small>
<small><ul><b>[Extended Family]</b></ul></small> <small><i><a href="http://sta.sh/01avf5fxukdt">Extended Family Tree</a></i></small>

<u><b>|| Personality ||</u>

<small><i><b>"If I were a maybird...then could I fly away from this place?"</b></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Sincere | Empathetic | Amorous | Inquisitive | Skittish | Gloomy]</b></ul></small><small> <b>|| Sincere ||</b>
         Heartfelt and honest, Poidzua is one who prefers to know the truth in matters. She doesn't like to be left in the dark, figuratively speaking, and strives to understand the reasoning behind what everyone says and does, and as such, she tries to be a genuine and truthful when it comes to whatever it is she practices or says. Meaning only the best for others, she can often be found listening and being confided in when it comes to the woes of others, as she simply desires to help those in need.</small>

<small> <b>|| Empathetic ||</b>
         Very in-tune with her own emotions, she is very capable of understanding those in states of despair and emotional unease. She is easily upset over even the smallest of things, and has no facade or mask to bear to protect herself from completely breaking down. She feels very strongly for everyone else and even other living things, down to the smallest creature. This can often pose an issue when it comes to conflict between two sides and Poidzua being stuck in the center of it all, unable to choose to oppose another. However, it makes for a very truthful cat when it comes to feelings and how her desires to help anyone and everyone, as she was unable to receive such help in her youth.</small>

<small> <b>|| Amorous ||</b>
        Although shy to start, Poidzua is a very affectionate and somewhat clingy cat with the desire to love. While this may come off as annoying to some, Poidzua appreciates every little bit of affection she receives for others and practically craves it. Using her drive to love and be loved to combat her self-imposed inferiority complex, her positive interactions with others allow for her to heal as an individual. Because of this, she is both easy to get along with, and easy to manipulate. And yet, she would accept it all blindly, as an addict.</small>

<small> <b>|| Inquisitive ||</b>
         Sheltered from the world and deprived of the knowledge surrounding it, Poidzua was unable to quell the great curiosity within her as a kit. Thus, she is still supremely interested in anything and everything she sees within the Tribes and their customs. Although she's too timid to come off as nosy, she has been one to have a question about everything. Her desire to learn urges her to even follow the scholars around as a little, lost duckling. Truly, she is happy to be able to extend her limited knowledge of the world.</small>

<small> <b>|| Skittish ||</b>
         Easily made nervous and frightened by most things, Poidzua is about as skittish as a chick surrounded by coven of cats. Being thrown into nearly a whole new world  by joining the Tribes, Poidzua's sense of culture shock has shaken her rather hard, and coupled with the fact that she lived in fear of her mother and death, to say that she's sound of mind and confident would be a blatant lie. She has not an inkling of confidence, the she-cat coming off as more insecure and meek. While tribe life has had a positive effect on getting this anxious kitty to think more for herself, she still has a very long way to go before she can be considered a spunky kit in terms of personality.</small>

<small> <b>|| Gloomy ||</b>
        Not really pessimistic like the term indicates, Poidzua is more of a defeatist. When she believes she is incapable of completing something, she'll simply give up before she even starts. She has no trust in her own strengths and feels that she must rely on others as she had to do so throughout her youth. Unable to please her mother and provide for her younger siblings, she has collected much self-doubt which fuels her insecurities. When she is stuck in such an emotional funk, only the honest affection of others can pull her out of her sinkhole as the lonely cat tries to separate herself from others, deeming herself too unworthy of others' attention.</small>

<small><ul><b>[Secondary Traits]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i><b>Socially-Inept</b>
Poidzua doesn't have much knowledge in how to proper interact with others without coming off as weird.</i></small></li>

For one who is curious as she is, she can be rather dense and unassuming. Wool can be easily pulled over her eyes without her knowledge of it.</i></small></li>

She's a believer and with little prompting, she may even pull the provided wool over her own head herself.</i></small></li>

She tends to see the world through the lens of a sheltered kit. Thus, she tries to see the good and ignore the bad in the world.</i></small></li>

She easily overthinks things and comes to the worst outcome in this, prompting her to panic before doing anything.</i></small></li>

She is quick to tears and stuttering as a big crybaby.</i></small></li>

Quite the contrast to many of her traits, Poidzua is a natural flirt who doesn't realize she is doing such when speaking comfortably with others. This may have been picked up from emulating how her mother engaged with other toms.</i></small></li></ul><small><ul><b>[MBTI Type]</b></ul></small>                      <small>INFP - The Idealist | <i><a href="http://www.personality-central.com/INFP-personality.html">Summary</a></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Humor Level]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>"Knock knock"</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Views]</b></ul></small>            <small><b>Political:</b> <i>"I feel as if I'm beginning to understand the Tribes and their culture a lot more. They're not just a bunch of enemies clashing for turf, but more like rivals challenging each other to grow. To become better. I want to be better- just they them!"</i></small>
           <small><b>Spiritual:</b> <i>"I was once terrified about the Spirits, but now, they only fill my heart with warmth and security. They guided our lost kits back to us. Blessed us during our battle against the Enlightened. They've never left us- not for a moment- to face dangers alone. They have all of my faith."</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Extras]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>As she generally lacks social skills, but personally has an alluring demeanor to the way she speaks, Poidzua comes off as outwardly flirtatious and childishly lively after she gets over being nervous. However, she is super awkward and makes things quickly weird when she messes things up in her speech. When she is comfortable speaking, her words often come out in rushed, excited jumbles and are often incoherent.</i></small></li>

<li><small><i>As a part of her defeatist personality, she tends to give up trying to interact with others by talking because when she messes up, her feelings of self-consciousness tells her that she is unfit to speak to others. This leads to lonely behavior where Poidzua throws herself a bit of a pity party, but one that she tries to hide away from others behind her big, weirdo smile that often fools no one. Because she distances herself from her tribemates, she can often be found talking not to herself, but to other lifeforms that she finds via her soul-based powers. These rarely understand what she is saying and flee if given the chance.</i></small></li>

<li><small><i><strike>Because of her immense fear of the world around her, she tends to not leave the Shadow Tribe camp. The idea of leaving and her mother finding her is too much for her to bear and instead of going off to have fun like her tribemates, she'd rather remain still and silent. The only time she has no issue with leaving the camp is during scouring missions as part of her profession, where she is underground and among a patrol meant to protect each other. She feels safe enough within their numbers and happy about collecting minerals to worry about Metha.</strike>
While Poidzua still has a great fear of most things, she has begun to appreciate the vastness of Nandryx and all its wonders. She understands that living underground simply is not enough to sate her curiosity, and after spending time in the Exile Lands, she has grown a bit more confident in trying to transverse the territories, even by her lonesome. Truly, it is a stepping stone for the skittish cat.</i></small></li>

<li><small><strike><i>When she is upset, in deep thought, or terribly worried about something, Poidzua always folds her forepaws over one another. It's a little habit that she picked up and though it's a simply gesture, others around her know when she's truly fretting by how her crossed legs look.</i></strike></small></li>

<li><small><i><strike>The oblong green gem that she keeps in her possession dwells within her nest. It is there that she keeps in nestled in a little cloud of moss and soft sand, and cleans in fairly regularly. After hearing that someday, she could have it fashioned into an accessory like many of her tribemates wear, she has been focusing more attention on maintaining it. She has promised to herself that once she has gained the courage to leave Shadow Tribe's camp of her own free will to travel to another Tribe, she will bring it along to be made into something for her to wear. </strike>The stone is precious to her as it signifies her independence from her mother.</i></small></li>

<li><small><i><strike>As a result of the Tribes' being driven out, Poidzua's precious green gem has been left behind. This, however, has not been forgotten as she frets over it daily, and because- without Poid's knowledge- the Enlightened grunt Plum has taken it into her possession. It is unclear if the Green-Shadow will ever get it back, but come Hell or high water, she'll do her best to track it down and take it back.</strike>
By a stroke of sheer luck (as Poidzua sees it), the she-cat's precious peridot stone was discovered by the she-cat close to her home. What was strange to the she-cat was that the scent of Water Tribe of all things clung to the stone, leaving Poid to wonder who had it and why. And how they knew to return it to her. Nevertheless, she is grateful to whomever returned it to her, and has had it fashioned into a collar so that she may never lose it again.</i></small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Sexuality ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Sexual Orientation]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Demisexual</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Romantic Orientation]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Demiromantic</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Preferences]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Currently, while fully an adult, Poidzua has a mindset similar to that of a kit. She had no desire to have a mate or seek any sexual adventures. This may have been a result of seeing her mother with many other toms, and Poidzua attributed courtship to more negative means. However, when it comes to certain features which may entice her, Poidzua fancies ginger pelts. Ginger pelts, skinny builds, and bright eyes. Cheerful expressions and pleasant personalities too. These, however, may change over time.</i></small>

<small><i><b>-<a href="http://sta.sh/0296mbz03wud">Fluff Tracker</a>-</b></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Sexy Stats]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>Flirtation:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Romanticism:</b> <i>7</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sexuality:</b> <i>5</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Passion:</b> <i>9</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Talent:</b> <i>2</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Charisma:</b> <i>8</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Sensitivity:</b> <i>10</i>/10</small></li>
<li><small><b>Flexibility:</b> <i>4</i>/10</small></li></ul>

<small><ul><b>[Crush]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Previous Relations]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Current Status]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>Single</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Current Lover]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Mate]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Kits]</b></ul></small>                      <small><i>N/A</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Fertility]</b></ul></small>                      <small>Unknown at current time | <i>To be determined after first litter is born.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Dam Qualities]</b></ul></small>                <small><b>Pros:</b> N/A | <i>Nothing much to set her aside from other queens.</i></small>
               <small><b>Cons:</b> Small Body | <i>She may have difficulty carrying kits and bearing them.</i></small>

<u><b>|| History ||</u>

<small><ul><b><a href="http://mewmehh.deviantart.com/art/TGB-Poidzua-s-History-638683516?ga_submit_new=10%253A1475814988"> History in Prose</a></b></ul></small>

<u><b>|| Trivia ||</u>

<small><ul><b>[Memes]</b></ul></small>                       <small><i><a href="http://sta.sh/0jxl6dvab1g">Relationships</a> | <a href="http://mewmehh.deviantart.com/art/TGB-Poidzua-s-Plot-Meme-RP-Tracker-641471948">RP Tracker</a> | <a href="http://sta.sh/02daphe6k046">Active Tattoo</a> | <a href="http://mewmehh.deviantart.com/art/TGB-Mew-s-Charries-Height-Chart-638739818?ga_submit_new=10%253A1475854694">Height Chart</a></i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Voice Actor]</b></ul></small>                    <small>Mao Ichimichi as Yui Hanasaka | One Room
                                <i>|| A small, honey-like voice with a squeaky hint || </i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Sins]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>I guess if I have to choose one....<u>Envy?</u> She's envious of knowledge and love she is lacking. She is jealous of the kithood she never got to have.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Symbolism]</b></ul></small>                   <small><b>The Maybird:</b> <i>In respect to the importance of the term in her history, the title will be used to depict Poidzua in the wide world she is ignorant to.</i></small>
                  <small><b>The Ghost:</b> <i>In reference to her near invisibility in the Tribes and in personality. She is glum as a ghost.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Likes]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Nests- the feeling of warm, nestling bedding reminds her of when she cared for her younger littermates.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Grooming- the idea of not having to speak while listening to others is calming to her nerves.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Cuddling- another conversation-less activity to help show her affection to others.</i></small></li></ul><small><ul><b>[Favorites]</b></ul></small>                <small><b>Location:</b> Shadow Tribe camp | <i>It's the place where she feels safest.</i></small>
               <small><b>Food:</b> Mouse | <i>Nothing special, it was the prey she had the easiest time catching.</i></small>
               <small><b>Game:</b> "I Spy" | <i>She enjoys finding things.</i></small>
               <small><b>Activity:</b> Scavenging | <i>Again, she enjoys searching and scouring.</i></small>
               <small><b>Season:</b> Spring | <i>All the baby maybirds start to be born.</i></small>
               <small><b>Time of Day:</b> Dusk | <i>She enjoys the blend of the coolness and the warmth.</i></small>
               <small><b>Skill:</b> "See the Soul" | <i>She likes to see all the little glows of life.</i></small>
               <small><b>Color:</b> Green | <i>It's the color of her pretty gem.</i></small>
               <small><b>Tribe:</b> Shadow Tribe | <i>She loves the Spirit who chose her.</i></small>
               <small><b>Tribemate:</b> Shadow Spirit | <i>Although he really doesn't count, so far, he's Poid's fav.</i></small>
               <small><b>Outside Triber:</b> Lore | <i>"He's really nice and is teaching me about the Tribes."</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Dislikes]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Gossip- when she overhears cats talking about others behind their backs, it makes her very uncomfortable.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Heaviness- whether its from stressful thoughts or something literally weighing her down, she tends to panic under physical and emotional weight.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Blood- she associates blood with pain and anger, which terrifies her more than anything.</i></small></li></ul><small><ul><b>[Least Favorites]</b></ul></small>                <small><b>Location:</b> Nandryx Outlands | <i>They make her fearful as her mother still lurks within them.</i></small>
               <small><b>Food:</b> Rabbit | <i>She is rather fond of them, so she dislikes eating them.</i></small>
               <small><b>Game:</b> Hide-n-Seek | <i>It triggers her 'fight and flight' mode, and that means a flightly, crying Poid.</i></small>
               <small><b>Activity:</b> Talking | <i>She's super bad at it and self-conscious about saying something wrong.</i></small>
               <small><b>Season:</b> Winter | <i>The snow's too heavy and its stark white color upsets her.</i></small>
               <small><b>Time of Day:</b> Night | <i>The darkness and lack of general activity unsettles her.</i></small>
               <small><b>Ability:</b> Mental Projection | <i>She doesn't want bring others down with her heavy emotions.</i></small>
               <small><b>Color:</b> White | <i>It was the color she always saw when her mother frightened her.</i></small>
               <small><b>Tribe:</b> Fire Tribe | <i>She is somewhat scared of them.</i></small>
               <small><b>Tribemate:</b> N/A | <i>Really has no qualms with any of her tribemates.</i></small>
               <small><b>Outside Triber:</b> Ruka | <i>Although, she only knows the Black-Water as Plum of the Enlightened.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Secret]</b></ul></small>                    <small><i>She was jealous of her brother being able to run off and play freely. Often, she scorned him in silence for not understanding the trouble she had to endure by herself because of their mother. But now that he is dead, she feel immense guilt about her dark thoughts.</i></small>

<small><ul><b>[Dreams]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Make a best friend</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Find a new family</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To be helpful to someone</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Hold the place of Nursemaid once</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To become someone's soulbond</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To apologize to Belial in the Afterlife</i></small></li></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Fears]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To become lost in the territories</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>✔</b> | <i>To be forced out of her home</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To hear someone talk negatively about her behind her back</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To become injured</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To injure someone else</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>✔</b> | <i>To feel unsafe once more</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>Lose her powers</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To meet Plum again</i></small></li>
<li><small><b>X</b> | <i>To meet Methuselah again</i></small></li></ul>

<small><ul><b>[Tidbits]</b></ul></small><ul><li><small><i>Initially named Pandora, I purchased her design from @the-lee-life and slightly altered her, including adding a nick in her ear where he previously had an earring on her, and adding shoulder tufts to make her seem more fluffy. She had also been a Light Tribe diviner, it seemed.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>A character created from my thoughts spent on a ship for two months. She embodies all the internal struggles I had while juggling work and free time there; times of excitement and times of uncertainty, self-imposed inferiority and punishment all hidden behind the mask of what was supposed to be an unfeeling adult, but truly was just a confused and lonely child.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>Her favorite is "Squelch" for some reason.</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>If she were a Pokemon, her typing would be pure Ghost :3</i></small></li>
<li><small><i>"You're a Useless Child" by Kikuo easily describes the relationship between Poidzua and her mother, Metha.</i></small></li></ul>

<u><b>|| Roleplay Information ||</u>

<small><i>[RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox]</i></small><ul><small>Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the undergrowth, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved backwards. At her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water.

<i>Sizzling.</i> Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even greater chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all fours- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've gotten travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation.

Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. <i>Hopefully....</i></small></ul>
<small><ul><b>[Timezone]</b></ul></small>                      <small>CST |  <i>UTC/GMT -6 hours</i></small>

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