Post by rinn on Nov 10, 2016 19:56:00 GMT -6
Name: Polaris
Age: 2
Birth Season: Autumn
Gender: Male
Sexuality/Orientation: Love is pretty illogical to him, but any gender is equal in his eyes on the off chance.
Genetics: o/Bbl/dd/dmdm/Ii/ss/csc/ww/Aa/TaMc/LL/mkmk
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Breed: Abyssinian x Russian Blue x Ragdoll
Size: Medium & Stocky
Eye color: Not sure if that teensy bit of white around the eyes counts- If not, I’ll buy another blue eye thingy. ^^
Coat color: Blue Silver Ticked Tabby Point
Coat length: Short
Distinct features: Cold blue eyes and bright winter-white coat.
Ailments: Easily bruises, far-sighted, can't count past 3,267 but shhh don't tell anyone.
Personality:
+Disciplined
+Dedicated
+Intelligent
-Dishonest
-Selfish
-Resentful
Polaris has an inherent fear of not knowing something he needs to know. This leads to many eavesdropped conversations and awkward questions that he really has no excuse for. Did you really need to know if the passing loner thought you smelled like soup? No, no you did not. You should’ve dropped the subject, but you didn’t, and now that poor loner can never enjoy soup again. I hope you’re happy.
The grey feline has two long-term goals, either of which he may have already achieved in some regard, contrary to his belief. Respect and acceptance.
History:
Spector, mother to Polaris, was very clear that the berries growing on the far side of the hill were never to be eaten.
Spector, mother to Polaris, was also very clear, a while down the road, that she wanted Polaris to give them to her.
Polaris, son of Spector, was understandably confused.
Please. Her blue eyes burned cold fires though the young feline’s skin. Pleading, begging, all of her normal sense of dignity washed away behind sweat and the stench of sickness. I’m dying can’t you see that I’m dying. Polaris couldn’t see that. His mother was too tough to die- She’d made countless jokes about beating the crap out of death the second it glanced her way, stories of what she’d been through making those jokes seem like reality. Polaris gulped. She… She didn’t seem in a crap-beating mood anymore, really… No, not really, not at all. “Keep fighting!” He wanted to scream at her in frustration. She hadn’t been taken from him just yet, if she could just keep holding on, everything would be fine. They’d laugh about it later- The day death had come so close, only to be smacked away by the tough grit of Spector. She’d do her silent, whimsical laugh and leap out of the cave the next morning, all rain and gloom gone. She’d thank him for not giving up on her.
Spector’s eyes were barely open, but in them realization began to show. Her son was not going to bring her the berries. He still hoped. Hoped too much, too greatly. Her heart was heavy, another pain in the endless throb of knowing she was never going to get better. All the meanwhile, her son wouldn’t listen in the moment she needed him most. Betrayed. Spector felt betrayed, and it showed. Polaris, her perfect child, suddenly imperfect in one of the ways she hated the most. Stupidly attached to an old horse who’d broken all it’s legs, and for good measure, been shot twice in the stomach. Polaris. Her eyes searched weakly for something other than fear and sadness behind his. Can’t you see.
No one can hold out forever.
Mother: Spector [Mute]
Father: Greysong
Siblings: None
Generation: 1
Items Purchased: Any items purchased for your character.
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~Tried my best whoops~
~Tried my best whoops~