[ Air Tribe Warrior - Seraphiel ]

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Name: Seraphiel (Sometimes shortened to "Seraph") ["Sear-a-ff-e-al"]

Kit nickname: Curse, later changed to Ghost

Age: 2 season-cycles [ 2 years ]

Gender: Male

Breed: Chausie X Siberian

Basic looks: Colouration: Largely black that runs from the top of his tail, not quite reaching the tip which is white instead. The black moves over his back going down his haunches over his abdomen to his shoulder, never touching either sides of his legs except when it gets to the front of his shoulder. This goes up over his neck covering the back of his head, it then comes together as a stripe which ends up going down the middle of his face in between his eyes stopping at his nose. The black from the back of his head also goes up the trim of both ears, leaving a silver 'dot' on the back of his ears like that of a tiger. He also has black socks going from roughly the middle of his legs down to his toes, which are white. At the back of his back legs, he has a silver strip which is just visible to the sides of his leg, ending before the black stops halfway up. On his face he has black cheeks, not touching either of his eyes but leaving a largeish gap and somewhat arching up from his nose, this is only interrupted by a silver stripe on each cheek which curls up to sit under his eye, the stripes do not go past the black. There is also a stripe of black which runs from the sides of his eyes down ever so slightly side ways to the end of his face which wraps into the back of his head. He has white that goes from underneath his tail, from the tip, to run under his body along his belly to his chest, up his chin and ending by going around his muzzle. The rest is silver, which starts by covering the rest of his face that isn't touched by black, the stripes on his back start at the back of his neck in a 'triangular' like mark. The first stripe goes from this down his shoulder to stop halfway down at a slight pointed angle, the silver covers over his spine and the stripes reach off each other instead of being tied off on their own. The next stripe points off to his rump with black trimming the edges which reaches over to his other side to do the same on that stripe. There is a gap between the next stripe which is rounded, this stripe is curvy reaching above his stomach and ending halfway down a little further than most ending up pointing down. Instead of branching to another stripe, the silver keeps going leaving a large space with no stripe until it reaches the next stripe which is sort of triangular with a large piece of black in the middle. Where there is no stripe leading from the main part of silver, there is a little stripe which is independent, not reaching further enough to touch either parts of silver above or below it. His last stripe runs right down the back of his leg stopping just short in the black, the silver stops going over his rump. Below the black and above the white of his belly and on his tail there is silver, this goes down each leg until reaching the black socks, on his tail it goes nearly to the tip but is cut off by the white which comes underneath. Topping it all, he has a dark reddish grey nose, this colour is also in each of his ears. He has stunning orange eyes, they are quite a bright hue of orange if not slightly rusty for a 'copper' colour.

Body type: He is quite a large cat, thanks to his breeding. His legs are rather long, but instead of having a leggy look he gains a lean, slightly large build with a deep chest and extremely fluffy tail. Though he is a little lean it's a little hard to tell just how much thanks to his thick, triple layered fur, this is thicker in Winter than in Summer giving him a different look depending on the season. But since he is a medium haired cat, he isn't overly fluffy with fur reaching out everywhere. He has quite large, rounded paws. Thanks to his long legs and rather sturdy body he is very tall and large, not so much stocky as other cats but not off proportions by his long legs to his body ratio. On the left ear he has two distinct rips in his ear, the first from the bottom is smaller than the one above which cuts from deep within his ear, these are obviously made from cat claws. Just above these is a silver stud ball.

Accessories: A silver ball earring located above the scars on his left ear, given to him by Sooka.

Profession: Warrior

Roleplay status:

Skype: Open | Ask | Closed

Chat: Open | Ask | Closed

Notes: Open | Ask | Closed

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Skills: Primary
<sub>Whisper of the wind - You have a high awareness of the wind's movements, scent, the sounds it is carrying, giving you an advantage when it comes to the awareness of your surroundings

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

Spark 2 - You can now cast a stronger spark that actually hurts a bit with less effort.

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

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

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

Breath 2 - A bigger navigatable force that requires less energy now. You can knock another cat off its paws with a direct hit.

Wind walking - Using air and electric forces, you will be able to hover above the ground for a bit, being able to run freely without caring for the grounds attributes.

Whirlwind 1 - You can create a small spiral of air which can pick up small objects and throw them else where, however it's draining and can get out of control for a short amount of time.</sub>

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Personality:

[ Quiet ] | [ Watchful ] | [ Lonely ] | [ Wise ] | [ Grudging ] | [ Playful ] | [ Odd ] | [ Relaxed ] | [ Dedicated ] | [ Open-minded ]

[ Quiet ]

Seraphiel is rather quiet, preferring to sit and watch things unfold rather than getting himself involved. However he's quite interested when he's actually involved with things, he'll become quite talkative. After his time as a young kitten being left out of little circles of friends and never really gaining any he grew to rely on himself for entertainment and friendship. He also finds others presence rather awkward, as he never really had the experience with others to grow socially. Being quiet also spares him from attention, which he doesn't find likeable. The tom also become more encased in his own world when his mother refused to pay him any attention or acknowledge his very existence. This was because his father died before his birthing and all his mother could see in him was her dead mate. Although this haunted Seraph for a long time, he soon took it as the fickle nature of female cats, and cats in general.
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Unfortunately this hasn't dominated a large portion of his changing after Tribe life, still being naturally quiet by himself than wanting to join others. But he is less likely to leave or avoid the presence of others now, especially cats he's gained an acquaintance with. Having developed some friendships as well, he's more likely to approach them than he use to be. This is also attributed to the fact these cats are around the area, having wandered from place to place most of his life he never saw the same cat twice. Now, he's learning with the fact these cats aren't just strangers to come across once.

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[ Watchful ]

Watching the comings and goings of other cats, he'll usually make himself alone rather than being with others. He's very guarded about what exactly he will reveal in talking with others, preferring to keep his feelings and thoughts to himself. Always eager to learn, he'll see how others interact with each other in an attempt to know what to say when others talk with him, it also gives him a good judge of character. Something he prides himself on, is knowing a little about others when they don't know much about him. This comes from his kitten hood as well, when he got over his mothers rejection and instead focused on watching and understanding others natures and emotions, in hope of understanding.
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This hasn't changed, if anything it's only developed. Now that he's surrounded by cats who are nothing but strangers to him, he's more willing to stand back and watch who they are and figure them out than say anything of himself or leave them to the unknown. It's also very pushed on his Tribe members, who're suppose to be “like family” or close to it, something he hasn't known in his life along with having never meet or spoken to a lot of them before. This is also what pushes him to stay standoffish at being close to them, especially at night when he's unguarded.

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[ Lonely ]

Thanks to his natural standoffish attitude towards others, he makes himself very lonely. Unwilling to admit it to himself, he will often keen for company, yet when he has some he feels like he should just split and be alone. Unable to really judge that his loneliness is just that, a want to be around others since it's the way he's felt all his life being left out of things, he finds it all rather odd. And although he does spend a lot of time around others being in a Tribe, he'd rather be alone as it's all he's really use to.
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This has only changed ever so slightly in his life. Having put others down in a category he'd call friends, he's gained but at the same time lost. Knowing what it's like to hold someone in high regard only causes further pain on his heart when he parts ways and drags at him when he's alone. Wanting to be with friends but needing to be alone causes him major strain. It also enhances how alone he really is, furthering his loneliness.

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[ Wise ]

Still young yet, he's not as wise as an old owl but he loves learning everything he can from anyone he can get it from. A quirk from his kitten days, he never got over his unusual thirst for knowledge and helping others with any information, granted it's pure fact, that will help them. Since he spends a lot of time listening and learning rather than being apart of things, he absorbs quite a bit of information. As long as whatever information he gives out doesn't hold any tribute to his own thoughts, he'll be more than happy to help others out.

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[ Grudging ]

Seraphiel is difficult to rise to anger, having a level-head he tries to calm situations. However once you have him angry, you basically have an enemy for life. Unforgiving, he'll hold onto a grudge for a very long time, unless something drastic happens to change his mind. Still being young, once angry he isn't afraid to let his claws out. Although he held a grudge against his mother for a long time, he eventually forgave her as after learning about cats emotions, he figured that she was just protecting herself from the pain of becoming attached to him after his fathers passing.

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[ Playful ]

Young at heart still, although often times being a loner, he'll practically jump at the chance to play as a kitten. Never really going through a lot of the things other kittens did, with their parents and siblings, he craved the attention. It also allows him to blow off steam or simply just stretch his legs while actually being happy. It's very difficult to get him to show off this side however.

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[ Odd ]

Seraphiel has a few odd habits, one includes his love for birds. Not catching them, but watching them. He would be happy to just sit watching birds all day, often getting distracted by them when he's meant to be doing something else. He also likes collecting feathers that are deemed worthy enough for his collection. This stems back to his kitten hood when he never got much attention from anyone he took up watching birds. Birds grew on him, the way they were free to roam the skies as they pleased, their flock mentality and their beautiful feathers which shimmer any colour they please fascinates him. True he'll still hunt them, he'll always say a little sorry when he does. His collection first started when he was just little and a beautiful golden eagle landed in a tree above him, although the bird didn't care for the little kitten as he represented more of a meal than anything else, the kitten was dumbfounded. Unfurling it's wings, the bird gifted him with one of it's feathers before taking off. Ever since, he loves collecting all the feathers he can, provided they are worthy enough and in good condition as his first feather was.

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[ Relaxed ]

Having meet a lot of new cats and been around others in a Tribe, despite his ways of wandering around the neutral lands and outside of the camp, even at night, he's become less stuck in his ways of assuming every one is to be avoided. This new attitude doesn't relate to him relaxing his ways of putting up a defence to every cat he comes across, since this is a tribute to his entire life's way. Although he has become more relaxed in his attitude to others, he's still very guarded about protecting his personal opinions and anything about his past, not wanting to get any ones sympathy, jeers or general reaction to what he went through, wanting to forget about it himself.

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[ Dedicated ]

Being in a Tribe has changed him to being more dedicated to others, more so than himself. Thanks to his past he's now got it in his mind he should put all the other cats before himself, especially since he's now one of their Tribe members. Believing that they should be feed before himself, guarded with his life if needed and generally placed above his own needs or wants. This can be attributed to his abandonment and the fact he was forever told he wasn't good enough for anything, or anyone to care about him. Though he didn't take a lot of it to heart, he does value others. This is amplified if the other is his Tribe mate, younger than him, female or especially if he even in the slightest considers them a friend, he'd gladly lay his life down to make sure they're safe and happy.

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[ Open-minded ]

Tribe life has allowed him to gain some better relations with other cats, somewhat understanding dynamics of conversation and others better. Since he was never really around other cats, being a small group or a large gathering he never got to learn social behaviour like this before. Thus, he's become a little more open-minded to what others say, to learn from what others are doing, socially. This trait isn't too prominent since he is still half by suspicious of others but it's slowly developing more as he goes.

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Brief back story:

Before he was born his mother, Kalila and his father, Diavart meet in exile. They both refused to be in any war so had gone their separate ways when they were still very young. It wasn't until they were older that they meet, by chance when Diavart was there to save Kalila when she had fallen into an ice thick river as it slowly melted with the warmer of the seasons. Afterwards Diavart looked after the she-cat until she was back on her feet, having been close to freezing and gaining hypothermia, unable to hunt or keep herself warm for days. Developing a friendship the two cats decided to stay together, although they would often separate for days at a time and would keep travelling around different areas rather than staying in one place to call their own. It was during the years of being together that they slowly started to see each other in a different light, love. Kalila was more so in love with her tom, having always harboured some feelings since he'd rescued her all those years ago, but then it had only been a small crush. It was when another tom had shown interest in her when the pair had been travelling that Diavart showed that he returned her feelings, warning the other tom off because he loved her. The two cats then started to look for a place they could call their own, a territory. It was some months after they had done just that Kalila discovered she was pregnant. Being a first time mother she was scared, but with Diavart forever faithful at her side she slowly began to accept it, being more than overjoyed that she was going to mother her loves kittens. But not even halfway through the pregnancy tragedy struck when the pair was torn apart. They were out hunting around a canyon, the rock structure they didn't often travel to but thanks to the lack of prey had gone to, with Kalila needing to be feed. It was while her mate was about to catch a rabbit that had strayed from it's burrow when there was a fall of loose rocks, both prey and tom were buried beneath the rubble. The she-cat had been thrown down and tumbled down the cliff face but remained for the most part unhurt. Though she was more worried about her mate than herself, not even thinking about the kittens still developing in her belly. After hours of digging until her paws were raw and bleeding yielded no results in finding him. Unable to find herself able to go on with her mate missing the she-cat hung around the rubble, not eating, drinking or even bothering to clean herself. She might have given up the search for him, gone back into their part of the forest to raise their kittens alone, but she was desperately in love with him after the years of being by his side.

Horribly alone she wandered the forest in a daze for weeks, barely eating anything except for when her body demanded it from her or it would be too late to go on. Things for her might have gotten better, unfortunately what seemed like a blessing turned out to be a curse. When she came upon a clearing where a young she-cat was, by her side was Diavart. The tom was badly disfigured but very much alive. Unable to grasp what was happening the she-cat ran off, devastated by seeing that her mate had survived but instead of seeking her out had gone to some younger she-cat. Unfortunately if she had gone to investigate she would have known he'd lost his memory in the fall, only having small glimpses that he was missing something. Blinded by a despair she'd never known before the she-cat slowly started turning insane, not believing her mate would leave her like that. With her belly growing round with kittens she finally found her way back to the clearing, but instead of finding them there again all she found was her mates deceased body. Obviously he had been slowly dying thanks to his internal injuries and had expired before she had gotten any kind of explanation. At the despair of her mates betrayal, his dead body and everything her mind could come up with as to why he had been with a different she-cat who was no where to be found she cracked. It was by pure chance that she survived for the last few weeks of her pregnancy, growing so thin it was like she was hardly pregnant at all, ribs showing, fur scraggly, too weak to hunt. Giving birth prematurely she was horrified to see that two of her kittens were dead, barely developed while the only surviving kitten was a tom, a mirror image of his father. Blame scorched her fur, it had been this kitten who had killed her other two, little she-cats. Purely out of hatred she began to feed herself, giving the little tom barely enough milk to keep him alive but making sure he was going to survive. Thus her torture began. As he grew she dubbed him Curse, as that's what she believed he was. As he grew she would scar his little body with her claws, constantly abuse him with her snarls along with depriving him of food, but she would never let him die. Sick in the head as she was, she would forever tell him how useless he was, how he was nothing but a curse to her, to everyone and everything. It wasn't until the tom was near the age of five months that his mother grew sick of looking at him, no matter how inventive her torture was she was even getting sick of her games. Thus she took him away from their makeshift home, they travelled for some weeks before coming across other exiles.

Dumping him with them without a word she left. It was only due to his young age that the cats decided to look after him, but from then on he would be taken from place to place. Never staying with the same cats, having none that took any real interest in him but pitying him enough to give him food when he came into their care. Often he would go without when the cats he was placed with wanted their food for themselves and their own kittens. Having to develop hardened emotions, never getting attachments and having to quickly gain skills of fighting and hunting to look after himself, others would be gone soon enough anyway. Despite this though, he was still raised within the exiles and learned to be thankful for that at least. His mother could have dumped him in the middle of nowhere quite happily but she'd left him with other cats. It was during these times that the kitten was dubbed Ghost, the name following him around. Once he was old enough to take care of himself the tom left the current cats he was in the care of, going off on his own. He started his collection of feathers at a young age, keeping it close to his heart and allowing no one to know about this. It was something important to him, as friendship might have been to others at this tender age, He lived like this for the next part of his life, having little to no contact with other cats, or at least as little as possible. The only major event he would note down was when he saved a little kitten from being hurt by it's father, allowing the mother to take it away. He had a lot of skirmishes with random cats, nearly gaining a life threatening injury from a fox, but nothing too exciting. Knowing that his own father was dead from his mother, he never gave much thought what a real family was like, having only witnessed it by some of the cats he'd stayed with, though he'd never been offered such affections. It was only when he started hearing rumours of the Tribe cats that he gave thought to rejoining cats again, finding it hard living on his own in the harsh seasons and feeling a deep scar of wanting to be with others, instead of alone. Having not known that the tattoo that was blacked out on his shoulders marked him out as a Air Tribe cat he flirted with the idea of joining them, but always shook his head at the idea, being alone was better. When he heard of exiled cats or their offspring joining the Tribes again and Winter coming up he decided to go for it, after all, he could always leave if it wasn't for him.

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Being in Air Tribe the tom has settled into Tribe life, although he's still jaded. Finding it more comfortable to wander the neutral lands to explore and finding it a more comfortable than staying in one place just around his Tribes territory. He has also yet to spend his nights in the camp, unable to bring himself to sleep with what he still considers strangers, as yet more cats joined Air Tribe from exile who he doesn't know or trust. Despite this he still trains himself for fighting to keep his skills sharp should he need to defend a Tribe mate and always bringing food back for them before he would eat. Having also made friendships with cats for the first time in his life he found it too difficult to leave the Tribes, firmly having his place found. Although he is still wary of the Tribe cats and Tribe life, he has changed, joining them in the new lands having been apart of the migration.

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Family Information:

Soulbound: None

Family:

Mother: Kalila (car-lee-la) - [Unknown]

Father: Diavart (die-va-art) - [Deceased]

Siblings: Damek [Half-brother]

Mate: None

Kittens: None

Apprentice: Ryner

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Fun facts:

<sub>- Seraph has a habit of crossing over his front legs when he's laying down.

- Seraphiel is a very large cat, averaging around 12-13" [inches] from paw to shoulder, while being quite stocky thanks to his breeding. He isn't quite done growing yet either, having another approximate year till he's fully grown promising around 15-16" [inches].

- One of his biggest fantasies is to have wings, to be able to have the freedom to travel anywhere at any time as he pleases, this is somewhat a starter for why he watches birds, out of envy.

- Seraphiel has never had a real relationship in his life, from friends to love. He's never even had a true friend, before he joined the Tribes. Thanks to this he has a hard time with 'emotions' or 'feelings'. He wouldn't know what love or even a romantic attractions was, along with finding it difficult to judge someone's feelings by emotions alone.

- Despite his complete lack of emotional knowledge, if he was to ever realize feelings for in particular a she-cat, he is the type to be an only one for me type of cat. This would take form of a 'true love' type of deal, he would find it very hard to either give this cat up or deal with their death. Probably never finding another 'partner' afterwards.

- He quite enjoys jewellery, although he has never actually gotten anything for himself before. Thanks to this he doesn't have any, except what has been given to him.

- He has a weird sense of loyalty, always catching prey for cats within his Tribe before he will feed himself. Despite the fact most of them are mere strangers to him, this thought of responsibility is probably due to being abandoned.

- Seraph has never entertained the thought of having kittens.

- Seraphiel never liked either of his kit names. It would take a great deal of trust for him to tell anyone about his original kitten name, Curse. Usually he will use his second, though he doesn't really like what it stands for when he was given it, though this isn't known to others so he just goes with it. He is very fond of his true name, Seraphiel.</sub>

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Roleplay example: [From a different group] Low hanging clouds caressed the tree tops while the misty off flow gently merged downwards towards the dew incrusted foliage beneath. Cold droplets of already frozen dew clung to his grey, black and lightly tannish pelt, the tom cats thick winter coat helped to shield him from feeling the freezing weather that his eyes could so obviously see. He felt sorry for the other cats of his Clan with softer, shorter coats that didn't help them at all through the harshness of Leaf-bare. His amber eyes seemed to glow with help from the swirling mist around him as he slowly moved about through the trees, ears, nose, eyes open for any signs of prey. Breathing in the cold air which stung at his nostrils he resisted the urge to sneeze, he couldn't catch any scents on the flat breeze but there probably wouldn't be any prey out here this early in the morning with the cold not yet at least slightly melted by the cool rays of the sun. Flicking his fluffy tail back and forth slowly like that of a dog the small tom had really just come out away from the campsite to get some fresh air and clear his mind. The prophecy and the health of his Clanmates were swirling forever in his thoughts. His jet black claws which stuck out of his paws since they were too big to be sheathed properly snagged occasionally on frozen branches that wouldn't shift position as he moved over them. Lowering his body closer to the ground he let the coarse fur which hung from his belly graze over the ground, head perfectly in line with his swaying tail he looked more and more less like a cat rather more like his namesake, a wolf. Of course he was far too small to be confused with one, perhaps only a pup. Breath coming out in frosted puffs he gave up on catching anything, heading for the frozen river which separated ThunderClan and his own, SkyClan Wolfstar just enjoyed the quiet of the morning. Another thought had slid its way into his thoughts, his father. He'd seen or heard no signs of him recently, did that mean he was dead? Had StarClan taken care of what he'd failed at? He didn't know. But he highly doubted it, he was probably just laying low for Leaf-bare while he tried to survive himself, alone. Someday he'd have to deal with his father, permanently. His paw steps grew heavy as he was submerged more into these reflections as he slowly neared on the riverbank which was bare of trees.

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Relationships:

Seraph's heart chart

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