Post by Pijaline on Oct 10, 2016 14:07:26 GMT -6
Name: Dogma
Age: Three Years
Birth Season: Summer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Genetics: {o/BB/DD/DmDm/ii/Ss/CC/ww/Aa/ TaTa/ll/mkmk}
Breed: Somali
Size: Medium & Slender
Eye color: Emerald
Coat color: Brown ticked, with white
Coat length: Long
Markings: Black fur accents his lips and eyes before sweeping from his forehead down along his spine to the tip of his tail. His pale pink nose is edged in black and white fur dusts his chin and jaw.
Distinct features: The fur along his scruff and throat is heavy and thick like a mane, making it nearly impossible for claws or teeth to get a good grip or break the skin there.
Personality: Dogma is the kind of feline you avoid at all costs. The kind queens tell their kits about late at night so they don't wander off. He is unpredictable and deranged. He could be the sweetest tom you've ever met and the next second try to bite your face off. This combined with his handsome looks makes him fairly dangerous. Then again, so does his taste for cat meat. To Dogma there is no distinction between fellow feline and prey. Though I will tell you a secret to dealing with this tom. The more you amuse him the less likely he will try to take a bite out of you. He was a very good sense of humor and enjoys things that make him smile, so he is likely to play nice so long as you make it worth it for him.
History: There once was a colony with rather unorthodox methods. Here, kittens born without permission were put through living hell to become monsters that only obeyed the colony's leader. Beasts to sick upon their enemies and to keep the rest of the colony in line. These monsters were called Heathens. This is where Dogma's story began.
Dogma was one of those born without permission. He and his litter-mates were offered to the leader by their own father to become heathens. Sereph the currant leader had them and their mother locked in an old shed in the territory until they were weaned, but things didn't go as she planned. Dogma's mother, Crowny, began to act oddly in the shed. Pacing. Always pacing. Eventually the queen decided if there were no kittens then Sereph would have no reason to do this to her, and so she turned on her own flesh and blood.
During the chaos Dogma and his brother Hyde managed to climb up to a shelf high on the wall. There they watched their own mother kill their siblings. When Crowny was done she prowled bellow the shelf, to large and heavy to climb up there herself. Eventually she began to leap and slam into the bottom of the shelf to try and knock them off. Nearly succeeding until fate decided to intervene and save the two kittens as an old farmer's scythe was knocked free from the wall. Falling down and killing the manic queen instantly.
When Sereph came to get them a week later she opened the door to a scene that shocked the entire colony. To survive Dogma and his brother had become true monsters. Breaking the very rule of nature itself. Most believe this act is what made them true monsters, made something go wrong in their heads. To Sereph however, they were her perfect creations.
As they grew the other cats in the colony avoided them like the plague, even other heathens. They obeyed only Sereph and posed a danger to anyone unlucky enough to get in their way. Sereph took a special interest in Dogma however. She always kept him by her side and even took him as a mate. Her own personal pet willing to obey her every whim. Love was an odd concept to Dogma, but if he had to voice his feelings for Sereph he probably would have used love to describe it.
In Dogma's second year everything changed. He came home from a mission to find Hyde had killed Sereph and taken over the Colony. He found everyone against him and barely survived trying to escape the cats that had once feared him. Now he wanders, a beast without a master. Along the way he heard rumors that his old colony had torn itself apart under Hyde's rule. Nothing had made him ever laugh as hard as that.
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