True Name: Seraphiel ["Sear-a-ff-e-al"]
Nick Name(s): Seraph, Sera (By Ryner)
Kit Name: Curse, later changed to Ghost
Age: 5 cycles [ 5 years (When the season changes so not quite yet.) ]
Birth Season: Summer
Birthday: 15th December [ Going by Southern Hemisphere seasons ]
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Accessories: A silver ball earring located above the scars on his left ear. | Given to him by Sooka.
A silver bracelet which features engraved ivy going right around it | Given to him by Ryner. A closer picture: sta.sh/01dve8ffsemn
A necklace with an owl feather and seraphinite gem hanging from it. | Given to him by his daughter Larka. [ Blessed by Zarya ]
A black gauge earring with two feathers from a woodpecker and an owl sticking in it. | Given to him by Sooka.
Scars: Two in his left ear.
Two scars on his muzzle, one going over his lip while the smaller one is lower and slightly to the side of that one. These were given to him by Coral, accidentally during a mock fight.
He's gained four claw marks on his left leg, these spiral around his leg with the two middle scratches going right around, while the two at the ends are much shorter. These were given to him during the battle against the caiman.
He also has loads of scars hidden beneath his fur.
Special Features: Bright orange eyes, unusual silver stripes.
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.
Profession: Current: Deputy
Current Tribe: Air Tribe
Former Rank: Green-Air | Black-Air
Soulbound: None [ Open ]
Apprentice: Current: None
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.
Whirlwind 2 - You can call forth a bigger spiral of air force using a lot of energy which can grow bigger. It will have its own will, so be very careful what you cast. Only navigatable with the assistance of a soulbond.
Lightning conductor 1 - You may now manipulate the direction and flow of electricity through conducting materials like water and metals.
Lightning conductor 2 - Adds conduction through the air.
Bolt - Engulfs your whole pelt in electricity, to be used as either offense or defense. Saps nearly all energy and could make the user faint afterwards.
Signature Move - Lightning Claws -
Lightning conductor 1
Using spark 3 Seraphiel concentrates lightning around his paws, casting bolts out that wrap themselves around his claws when they're extended from his paws. The lightning which envelops the claws are almost like blades, making his claws a couple of inches longer and stronger. By using lightning conductor 1 and breath 2 together these extensions on his claws he'll manipulate the lightnings flow to wrap them around small objects to “throw” them at opponents by using a large force of wind. Most damage comes from the 'blade' like structure rather than the actual object he uses.
He cannot use both at the same time, giving up a paw full of lightning claws to use on the objects, which typically are only available if the terrain is right. The lightning objects cannot be thrown a great distance either, being used mostly for close combat between strikes. Once the object is thrown, he cannot really change the trajectory either. Obviously this takes a lot of his energy and power, using multiple skills and having to focus on concentrating the lightning to form in specific formations. If used for long periods it can also start to burn at his paws, especially if his concentration slips. This is mostly formatted for quick brawls, since it takes a lot out of him, especially as he's still developing it. Because it takes a lot out of him he needs rests after battle, which is why it's heavily sided for doing damage.
[ Quiet ] | [ Watchful ] | [ Lonely ] | [ Wise ] | [ Grudging ] | [ Playful ] | [ Odd ] | [ Relaxed ] | [ Dedicated ] | [ Open-minded ] | [ Serious ] |
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[ 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.
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.
Since becoming the Yellow-Air and going through hardships with the Tribes as more than just someone lending themselves to a cause, he's grown a lot friendlier. Where he would once avoid talking, now he will actively go out of his way to start up a conversation. Although he is still quite awkward when it comes to actually talking but he doesn't mind too much. Though he is prone to talking more, he is still very quiet, sitting by himself and taking in the dynamics of the goings on of others. Those whom he's become friends with can expect a lot of chatter out of the tom. He has grown to love many and enjoys catching up with them whenever he can. He is also trying to get better at speaking, being deputy and knowing his Tribe mates. Also for the future when he needs to speak with or for his leader without making a mess of it.
[ 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.
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.
Now instead of being wary as he watches others it's more out of love and concern. He watches out for others safety, trying to see through them if they have problems which he could help with.
Not too much has changed in the way he'll sit and watch what is going on, trying to work out what is going on and if others are fine in their daily activities. Although now he does actively watch around his Tribe for any sign of problems should they need to be taken care of, if someone has concerns or something is threatening Air Tribe. He also wants to make sure he's always around should a Tribe mate need him, integrating himself further into his Tribe. Though he does tend to watch more than push his way into anything.
[ 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.
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.
With the loss of Sooka this trait has only doubled in size. Knowing what love is like and having it taken from him has increased his desperate loneliness. Although with time he has developed the ability to hide this well, not wanting it to become a great part of his personality.
With his deepening responsibilities he doesn't have much time to find himself lonely. Having become a stable part of his Tribe, he's often surrounded by cats he cares about. But he does have times where he feels isolated despite being around his Tribe mates. His deep loneliness is something he'll never fully cure, but with the love of his companions and friends he's finding it easier to deal with since they are there for him and actively show that they care to know him. He's also now found something he's never really had before, a family. No longer does he desire to be by himself, finding comfort in company. Yet there are times he craves a night alone, sitting in a tree watching birds hunt and roost.
[ 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.
With age has come more wisdom, he has gotten experience in fields he hadn't previously known well, other cats. This part of him has grown considerably, as he gladly helps out any cat who would like some knowledge or training. Now he gives out more than just cold hard facts but opinions, though he doesn't give away too much in his answers still holding onto that vague way of his.
With getting older, he's only growing more and more wise about the ways of the world. Going through different experiences and finally opening up to the ways of others he has definitely grown a lot wiser. He won't claim to know everything but he's always up for giving advice or straight out facts about things he's learned throughout his time. He still quite enjoys passing on his knowledge to others, although now it isn't about hiding his true feelings behind his factual words. It's more of a sport he's found for himself.
[ 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.
This hasn't lessened over time. He will still hold a grudge against those who have wronged him yet it is very hard to get onto this side of the tom. Though his grudge may not be too strong, he will most likely still hold it. He could get along with the cat fine afterwards and still he could hold onto bad feelings. He is less likely to rise to the occasion with his claws but he will in no way hold back his claws if the situation calls for it.
[ 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.
Growing older and with the loss of Sooka this side of him has dwindled. Very rarely would he display his playful side. A glimpse may be seen at a very rare time, for a limited time with those he loves, but generally this trait is almost gone.
With the passing of time and with the love of his friends and family he has become less jaded. Although he doesn't usually show off this side to most, it's still something reserve for special cats, he's become more playful. When the time calls for it, he's happy to goof off and let go of his serious time if only for awhile. He's especially playful around kittens, being a big obstacle for them to climb all over without a worry.
[ 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.
[ 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 defense 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.
Having been amongst his Tribe for such a long time now, he has grown use to being around others. He is still guarded about his past but he won't immediately put up walls of defense against another. This also affects his physical state, he's more comfortable being around others and isn't constantly on guard to protect himself, especially around Tribe mates.
[ 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.
[ 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.
Having learned a lot from his time amongst other cats he is starting to get feelings and emotions of others to the point he can understand. This has grown more prominent the longer he's around others and grows stronger bonds with others.
[ Withdrawn ] Since losing his best friend and love, Seraphiel has become a little more withdrawn as he use to be. Though he tries to keep his more happy appearance that he developed over his time amongst the Tribes. He doesn't want to raise suspicions about his state of mind, so he tries to hide his emotions once more, keeping his true feelings a secret while giving out false information. When he is alone it's easier for him to break down and feel the heaviness of his heart. Even with those he trusts he will not try to give in to telling how horrible he feels. With his new rise to deputy it has helped to give him a reason to keep going, to hide his feelings and try to come to some sort of happiness. Being around his Tribe mates helps, even when he's just being quiet by himself, thinking of how much they mean to him.
[ Serious ]
Seraphiel is quite the serious tom, it isn't something he can control. Having grown from a young age to be closed off with his emotions so that nothing would come in to hurt him further. He isn't really aware of it himself, despite being told many times that he needs to lighten up a little. Despite trying to not be so serious about things, he isn't able to stop acting a little older than his years suggest. This has always been a trait for the tom and will never really leave him as it's ingrained into his very being. Even now when he's more in-tune with his emotions and how he thinks of things, it's still hard for him to put a cover on his emotions and appear serious. There is a few exceptions with cats he's most comfortable with, but even then he isn't the silliest or most emotional cat out there. He is able to show or tell of his true feelings to those he trusts. Being level-headed is something this tom will always be, even if his inner thoughts are in turmoil it will never outwardly show. He is also quite serious about most things, especially when it comes to the survival of his Tribe or those he loves.
Mother: Kalila [ car-lee-la ]| Black-Light | Unknown, unknown
Father: Diavart [ die-va-art ] | Black-Water | Deceased
Sibling(s): Damek [Half-brother] | Green-Light | Alive, Light Tribe
Ryner | Sister /
Daughter| Orange-Air | Alive, Air Tribe [ Not blood related ]
Mate: Sooka | Orange-Water | Water Tribe
Kitten(s): Anix [ Seraph ] | Grey-Earth | Alive, Water Tribe
Linken [ Altair ] | Blue-Green-Air | Alive, Air Tribe
Chione [ Nascha ] | Black-Air | Alive, Unknown
Larka [ Dove ] | Pink-Orange-Water | Alive, Water Tribe
Uriel [ Arrun ] |
Blue-Shadow| Alive, Air Tribe
Dexter [ Koosa ] |
Blue-Earth| Alive, Air Tribe
Quesnal [ Vita ] |
Pink-Water| Alive, Air Tribe
Ellie [ Zara ] |
Pink-Air| Alive, Air Tribe
Aniu [ Auri ] |
Pink-Shadow| Alive, Air Tribe
Best friend(s): Orange-Light Zarya.
Attractions: His one and only love, Orange-Water Sooka.
Nephew(s): Damek's kitten || Drake | Blue-Shadow | Alive, Fire Tribe
Damek's kitten || Ryoji | Blue-Water | Alive, Fire Tribe
Niece(s): Damek's kitten || Bernadette | Pink-Fire | Alive, Fire Tribe
Seraph's heart chart
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 three - four 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.
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.
Getting use to the new lands Seraphiel soon settled back into his life amongst the Tribe. Having new lands to explore on his own, yet having the comfort of being around his Tribe mates in their new, comfortable camp site gave him the best of both worlds. With the new environment perhaps it gave him a different outlook as he started growing closer to others, opening up. This was most prominent as his relationship with Sooka. Her influence basically changed the tom, turning him from a hermit in his own mind to a confident, outgoing cat who understood the joy of learning others emotions. Before becoming his apprentice he also grew very close to Ryner, only getting to know her more and more after becoming her mentor. With the help of both these cats he was able to open up more and grow comfortable with the Tribes. Finally after months of friendship Seraphiel had grown to love Sooka. There was no doubt in the toms mind that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with the Water Tribe she-cat, thus he asked her to be his mate. She accepted. There was a brief time that the both of them were happy but it was not to be. Caiman came into the Tribes land, claiming it to be their own. With the confusion, death and pain Seraphiel lost Sooka when she decided to follow her ex-leader into exile when the Spirits decided that she was no longer fit to be the Silver-Water. At the same time a battle was to be had involving the all the Tribes where Air Tribe suffered the unfortunate loss of their leader, Aiolos. With their deputy, Tara, becoming the new Silver-Air a replacement was needed to take over as deputy. For reasons he will never fully understand, Seraphiel was chosen. Through adjusting to his new found responsibilities and the loss he had suffered, the tom was in disarray. He had never been integrated fully with Tribe life, sleeping and spending days away but now he was pulled into spending all of his time amongst them. But during this time when he was at his weakest when in the Tribes, he learned just how much his loved ones meant to him. They pushed him up and guided him along to recovery as his internal wounds healed while he slowly took to being deputy. With the threat of the caiman, he pushed himself into his duty so that he'd have no time to sit around and mope for his ex-mate. Although it took time, he adjusted to his duties. Despite thinking that the Spirits would tell him that they had chosen him as a joke, as he didn't think himself worthy enough. Especially at that time. But he put everything he had into being the deputy that his Tribe deserved, being extremely proud to wear the yellow pair of wings on his back. With this and the love of his close friends, Tribe mates and family he was able to pull through to come out the other side going back to being his usual self. It wasn't until after the caiman had been defeated and life seemed like it was going to be going back to normal that the tom was to get another stroke of personal drama. The she-cat that he'd given himself to returned to the Tribes, except this time she had a secret she was willing to share. When she had gone into exile, she had been hiding a secret within herself. She had been pregnant with Seraphiel's kittens. Since enough time had passed during the caiman battle, the kittens were now old enough to join the Tribes along with their mother. At first Seraphiel denied being the father of the kittens, for he didn't think that the she-cat he loved could be cruel enough to take his babies away without even telling him of their existence. But with time and arguments he finally accepted that they were indeed his children. Still deeply hurt that he wasn't able to be there to watch them grow up, or learn who they were, he remained jaded. If there was one thing he'd never dreamed he'd have denied of him was to be a father, after having never meet his own father. Indeed, he was hurt at the idea he was as good as his mother when it came to being a parent. Although there was nothing he could have done to be there for them, since he hadn't known of them until Sooka had come back to the Tribes. Now he hopes to get to know his kittens, although he is unsure they will want to know him since he wasn't there for them. He also had to deal with the love he still held for the she-cat, although not as pure as before, he still couldn't deny he wanted to be by her side forever. Only time will tell if his wounds can heal towards her, the trust he held in regards to her forever to be shattered. Unable to help his feelings, he gave Sooka a silent test. If she stayed around and dealt with the damage she had done, he would slowly let her into his heart again. Although his close friends warned against it, he can't help but want her back in his life. After all if there was one thing he wanted, it was to have a family of his own. Not a broken family, but a happy one. Thus he began to try to get to know his kittens, learn if he could ever trust his love again and of course put his work into being a great deputy for Air Tribe.
[ More to be added later ]
- Seraph has a habit of crossing over his front legs when he's laying down.
- Seraphiel is a very large cat, averaging around 16" [inches] from paw to shoulder, while being quite stocky thanks to his breeding. He is fully grown.
- Seraphiel had 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
Favourite place: Pheasant Woods
Scent: An odd mix of airy grass and a deep bark that couldn't be distinguished as belonging to a specific type of tree.
Colour(s): Brown, white and generally bright colours found on birds.
Ask blog: askseraphiel.tumblr.com/
Character Meme Expressions Dirty Little Secret Creature Age Shipping
[Taken from an RP with Seraphiel and Sooka who is DarkNDonuts]
[ Yellow-Air | Seraphiel | The Stepping Stones ]
As he moved, the tom tried to ignore the relieved expression on the she-cats face, was she glad he'd moved away from her? He'd missed the tension held in her shoulders when he'd spoken of Air Tribe. If he hadn't, he would have seen easily that she was more thankful she hadn't wandered into someone else's territory. Trying to ignore the surprised look on her face that came when he'd pressed his muzzle up against her cheek, the tom felt a struggle to keep the smile on his maw. The thought of her rejecting him, of telling him how she'd moved on from loving him and was leaving again threatened to leave him broken. However when she spoke he found himself distracted. For a second he had thought she was referring to the nuzzle he'd given to her, before reality crashed down on him that she was only answering to his earlier words. Trying to cover himself, he gave a small nod. ”Only for a moment. I couldn't find myself able to disturb you when you looked so happy,” he meowed honestly, keeping the fact it had elated his heart to himself. She didn't need to be swayed either way, not now.
Having retreated away from her, should she find his touch offensive, he wasn't prepared when she moved back to his side and pushed her nose gently to his own. In that moment it was like the invisible cloak of weight that had been dragging him down since that fateful night lifted. Once more the smile springing to his muzzle was one of pure joy. Closing his eyes, the tom took in the familiar scent that was the silver she-cat. With a cheeky grin, he opened up his eyes before giving her nose a slight lick. Moving away from her the silver tabby moved to brush his shoulder up against her own, pressing his weight onto her side. For so long he'd ached to do this, to feel her body pressed to his own. To be safe in the knowledge she was right there beside him, alive.
He could almost taste the happiness she radiated as she spoke of her powers. No matter how she felt towards the Spirits, he always knew she loved the powers she had been blessed with. ”There is always roam for improvement. I'm not sure how deep your abilities for Water Tribe are, but I think even the leaders are always learning. You looked pretty sure on your paws running over the water though,” he meowed, half teasing at the end. He didn't really know she leaned heavily towards one side of her skills. In fact, he wasn't aware of it himself but he too had a preference to his own powers. Conjuring lightning, unable to help himself the tom was drawn to this power although he had given a lot of concentration to his wind abilities too.
Giving her ear a small nudge, the tom moved away to stand in front of her again, feeling the loss of her heat against him as if he'd just ripped off all his fur. Flicking his tail, the tom stretched out his paws, flexing his claws till there was small holes in the earth beneath him. ”I seen a lot of the Tribes techniques amidst the battle with the caimans. Although there wasn't much time to study them, with the scaly creatures everywhere. I have gotten to see the other side to Water Tribes however, when I meet an Orange-Water who could move around objects using her tattoo,” he informed her. He found both sides to their powers quite fascinating, his deep rooted curiosity never sated.
”You-” he was about to tell her to move away from him when the she-cat did just that. Whirling around on lithe paws, she quickly made the leap up onto some of the stones which were piled up. It was obvious to anyone why this place had been dubbed Stepping Stones. Padding up to the lower one, he used his powerful hind legs to push him up onto a large stone on leap below the she-cat. It gave him a lot more room and kept her away. With lightning, there was nothing wrong with being very careful. After all stray folks could easily be drawn to a curious on looker. Looking up at her, the tom smiled. He didn't notice that she crossed her legs over, it was something he wasn't aware he did nearly every time he lay down. ”Stay where you are, from there you should be able to see good enough. But with something as fickle as lightning, well, you're safer at a distance,” he instructed should she have any ideas of coming down to get a closer look.
Taking a deep breath, the tom looked up into the pretty amber eyes he loved so. Without much thought to it, his tattoo flicked into life. Immediately patterns began to run up the back of his neck, up his ears and down his face to stop just under his eyes. What once was orange was now glowing yellow, the various patterns seeming to have a glow about them. The skeletal wings at his back and shoulders though had no different pattern, lit up even in the light of day. Focusing his powers, the tom willed the air around him to crack, to give up the ingredients needed to summon lightning. Wrapping around his legs, it sparked as long folks whipped up and down from long strands. As his claws slipped out of his paws, the too were engulfed. But instead of long stripes of lightning, a bright yellow light over took them almost looking as if his claws were on fire. The intense concentration of lightning here was incredibly dangerous. So far this had only been used against caiman. However the tom wasn't done yet, letting the blades which covered his claws fade he summoned the breeze which had been still around them. Picking up a small pebble from the top of the stone he was standing on, it suddenly burst into brilliant yellow. Looking very much like what his claws had recently been, it was covered in lightning. Moving it slightly forwards he let it die out and drop to the ground. ”Depending on the terrain, it can be used to throw at an opponent,” he explained though he hardly thought it was needed. Rolling his shoulders the yellow markings suddenly began to recede, as if called back to the wings on his backs as his tattoo dulled back to meld into his fur. ”I've yet to completely master this ability and I've yet to be able to conjure the lightning to my back claws.”