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[ 12.9.15 | His littermates have been uploaded, sooooo //uploads. |3 I have a thing for cats that are masters of fluff apparently. no ragrets. Also I have to upload him from my phone since dA is blocked on my computer |D ]
[ 1.4.16 | He got his tattoo! Keeping him on this ref until he officially goes to FT but ye the tat is on there now! It's inactive design is courtesy of Luc-Ari <33333 thank you so much ahh ]
[ 3.5.16 |  Baby's got his new name! ;w; once the sickness passes, he'll officially be a FTer ! ]
[ 5.25.16 |  ...oops ]
[11.1.16] He got old so quick....

[ BASICS ]


Name| Voltaire
Volt-air
Meaning: The pen name of philosopher François-Marie Arouet
Reason: It sounded nice

Kit-Name| Corvus
Given to him by Sooka and Seraphiel for his dark coloration; Opposite that of his brother Cygnus

Nicknames| Volt

Gender| Male

Birth Season| Spring

Age| 21 months

Rank| Scholar

Tribe| Fire

Skill| Secondary
Skill 1| Smokescreen | You can summon and use smoke in a variety of ways. However, whether you’re using it offensively or defensively, prepare for a wicked cough if you breath in your own smoke.
Skill 2| Hot Paws | Your paws can now withstand extremely high temperatures; enough so that you are able to walk across fire, hot rocks and even magma with ease!
Skill 3| Metal Detector | Using a rudimentary mental shield, you can probe the ground below with your mind to detect metal ores within the earth. Outside of Smithwork and trading purposes, this skill can be used to "scan" the area around you; you can use it to sense other cats nearby, as well as objects or obstacles in your path.
Skill 4| Can't touch this | You now have the power to summon and manipulate a shield at will by drawing energy from within, as well as the world around you.
Skill 5| Shards | You can shatter your shield, and rain down sharp projectiles on your opponent, slicing at their fur and flesh.
Skill 6| Fire  Guide | You cannot summon fire at will like your primary counterparts; however, you can guide its path using your shield. Once the shield touches flame, the fire will change in colour to correspond with your tattoo.
Skill 7| Full Coverage | You are able to summon a semi-transparent armour made from your shields. The colour of your armour depends on the colour of your tattoo. The more experienced the cat, the more effective and elaborate the armour will be.
Skill 8| Morningstar |  You can manipulate the shape and density of your shield, creating different weapon-like forms (spikes, spears, scythes, etc.), while also moving it around to different areas of your body, depending on your preferred method of combat and/or how you wish to utilize the shield in crafting.
Skill 9| Conjuring | You are able to summon an advanced mental shield, to safeguard your mind from illusions and tricks.
Skill 10| Defying Gravity | You can focus your skills and encase yourself within a shield, using the ‘bubble’ to levitate. Alternatively, you may summon shields to create pathways leading up into the air. The more experience you have using your abilities, the higher you can go!

Mentor/Apprentice| N/A

Tattoo| Green-Fire

Appearance
Perhaps the most notable thing about Voltaire is his fur: It is dark and the stripes that scissor across it are bold and thick. His fur is thick, dense and fluffy (which will, it seems, become more of a ‘long’ than a short-fur, but at the moment it is little more than kitten fuzz), at it’s base a medium-dark grey in color. A slightly darker, lightly hued, grey shows up on all of his legs in  a fashion that closely resembles points, and again on his forehead, reaching from the top of his head down between his eyes. A single stripe runs from the back of his head, down his spine, and overcomes his tail completely, in a dark, almost-black color. Several cross his sides in a more vertical manner from this, one, reaching down his sides and legs, only coming to a halt just above his paws. This same color coats his face as well, giving him an almost mask-like band around his eyes, as well as a smaller, echo of a stripe below this. The color surrounds the outer edges of his ears, and from there stretches down his forehead until joining up with those which surround his eyes. White, too, is present on this little tom’s pelt: his belly, chest, muzzle and tail-tip all claimed by the color. A small strip stretches up his nose as well, and caps the long fur at the base of his tail. It can also be found on all of his toes.
One of the most striking things about this tom, however, are his eyes. Set against the black band that surrounds them, their amber color is striking. With the presence of different light and shadows, they almost seem to mimic a flame. His eyes are wide and stare-y, though often they seem to be a little clouded, due to his lost-in-thought nature.
Scars now crisscross his form, capping his muzzle and running up the back of his hind legs, claiming the majority of one side of his right one. These scars are not likely to ever heal.

Breed: Moggie [ Chausie x Siberian x Egyptian Mau x Ocicat ]
Height: 15 inches
Weight:  18lbs
Fur length:  Long
Fur texture:  Soft and fluffy, sticks out everywhere
Pattern:  Tabby
Coloration:  Medium grey, with black stripes and white belly. Slightly darker grey points on his legs.
Special features:  excessive fluff.
Scars:  Muzzle & Hind Legs - from a fire.
Eyes:  Amber
Accessories: A family necklace, containing a single feather and an onyx stone; Made by Larka. A feather from his father's wings, long and stiff. It's tangled in his fur just above his tail. A charoite bracelet, given by Dexter.
Scent: Pine Trees



[ PERSONALITY ]


"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle

Myer-Briggs Type: ENFP
Cardinal: Dreamer


 PHILOSOPHICAL
Corvus is absolutely entranced by the theoretical. The possibilities what could be, what might be, how something may happen if certain events occur... It's all so fascinating to him. Reality, existence, nature, he finds himself drawn to these thoughts, to these things. He wants to know what, why, he want's to try and figure them out. Even the thought of knowledge is fascinating to him - because what do they truly know? He's definitely a deep-thinker, one who seems a little spacey, at that, too. He wants to know what's going on, and he likes to think. Think about everything - why is grass green, not another color? What decided that whatever makes it green would be green? Why not blue? Is there a real reason? He's quite a thoughtful, studious little tom, often with a dreamy look on his face as he ponders the wonders of the world. He enjoys speculation and brainstorming, spitting out ideas and sharing them, discussing theories and so on.

 IMPULSIVE
Despite the sheer amount of thought he can put into the littlest things, when it comes do going about things and doing things, Corvus is quite the rash little tom. Much of his own actions are done without much forethought in them, pretty much just running on impulse. If he wants to do something, he'll do it - if he doesn't he wont. Corvus is not the kind of cat to sit around and wait until someone encourages him or discourages him to do things - he'll just go forth and do it. Afterwards, maybe he'll return to the feeling and wonder what, exactly, it is causing him to have that drive, but he won't ever really think about making said decisions. It's the drawing him out of thought that can occasionally prove difficult, really. He doesn't really see any reason to not act on his impulses - they're there for a reason, aren't they?

DISORGANIZED
Corvus is disorganized, yes, but not necessarily in the way most common to the phrase. He often gets so lost in thought he forgets or doesn't notice things things - sleeping, eating, what day it is, the passing of time, all included. While he does have the tendency to leave things lying places and forget about them, or keep his own possessions in disarray, he is first and foremost disorganized in his manner. He is terrible at planning things properly, struggles with being on time and orderly. Time constraints mean nothing to him - he is often late, by minutes if someone catches him, or by days otherwise. He often feels like he misses seasons or days - they all seem to blur together and he honestly cannot keep track of when things happen or are supposed to happen. Even in his work, this is present: there is no order, if he gets the impulse to do something, he will do it right then and there, and often will work tirelessly until he's satisfied with it, and then will very often forget it.

COMPASSIONATE
When he can actually focus on things other than whatever his mind is currently holing as Main Interest #1, Corvus can be quite the compassionate tom. He’s fairly friendly, though he may seem a bit distanced at first, and with his active imagination and curiosity, he’s got an innate ability to connect with others - and this, in it's purest form, enables him to be compassionate. He truly cares for other cats around him, whether or not he trusts them. Corvus is the kind of cat who's got a streak of sympathy running through his core, and the misfortune and pain of others is not lost upon him. He'll be the one to grieve beside a strange for their losses, despite not knowing them, or knowing what they've lost. He will often try and just be there for them, perhaps babbling on about something he noticed, or theories he may have, in an attempt to try and cheer them up.

SENSITIVE
Corvus is sensitive in more ways than one. The words of others can have a significant impact on him: harsh ones sending him into a sad pile of tears, and encouraging ones making him believe he can do anything. He'll take most words of others to heart, and most looks, or anything he might simply assume based on their behavior. He's sensitive to other things, too, though: Corvus can pick up a change in the air pretty well for a cat with no skills, he notices the faint changes of light or small movements - most notably when he's not absorbed in a daydream or lost in thought. Even so, though, he tends to pick up on them, if only subconsciously. His sensitivity to the world around him helps make him quite the observant feline, his sensitivity to the words and actions of others makes him, well, a little bit of a crybaby, sometimes, but also helps him be quite a compassionate tom.

HUMBLE
With little to no true ambition, no desire to be the 'best' at anything, really, Corvus is quite a humble little tom. He doesn't mind adventures, and while he enjoys competition, he finds no need to be the winner. He's the cat who's content to be in last place, comfortable with where he is. He's modest, will never claim an idea is something entirely his own, even if he put in all the work - in fact, if he even gets an idea from simply looking at another, Corvus is the kind of tom who would without hesitation accredit them. He doesn't mind it, either, if he's ever left out of a mention when some cat talks of something he was involved in. He has quite a low estimate of his own importance on the planet. He's modest, finds no need to boast or brag about, well, anything. He's unassuming, and in this he will often be found putting the wants, desires, and needs before his own.

Other Traits:   Spacey, Passionate, Easily Distracted, Naive, Loquocious/Eloquent, Dreamer, Cuirous, Observant, Ambitious, Honest

[ HISTORY ]


Prologue | A World Before
Sooka and Seraphiel’s relationship began far, far before Corvus came into the world. They met when he was but a green-air, and she still a Pink/Orange-Water, back in the old lands. Slowly, slowly their relationship progressed, until one day the pair confessed and decided to become mates. It wasn’t an easy relationship, exactly. Before long, Sooka left the tribes alongside one of the former Silver-Waters, and her mate. Seraphiel did not follow - he couldn’t, even if he had wanted to: the wings upon his shoulder had become yellow.
At the time of her leaving, Sooka was pregnant. Seraphiel had not known, and so their first litter was raised in exile, until they reached the age of Six Months old. At that age, two of the four kittens re-joined the tribes, alongside Sooka. It was difficult for Sooka and Seraphiel to start again, but in the end they did - and as the rest of their first litter joined the tribes, their relationship continued to grow.
Eventually, the two once again became mates, and a second litter was introduced to the world. Tragedy struck once more, though, and before they received their tattoos, Seraphiel was taken from his family by strangers called the Golden Butterflies, locked away and hidden for the next three months, until, at the gathering in which they received their names, he was allowed to return to them.
After that, things picked up a bit. Seraphiel became the Silver-Air of his tribe, and when winter hit once more, their third litter was born, this time consisting of a single she-cat.
From then on, their relationship was a steady one, cross-tribe for sure, but steady none the less. Their first grandchildren were born, raised, sent off to their tribes. The seasons passed, with peace far more prominent than any dangers - for once.
When spring arrived once again, Sooka informed her mate that she was once again expecting kits - an occurrence no less joyful than the last few times.
Chapter One |  The Arrival
And so it was, that one one spring day, they welcomed their fourth litter into the world. It was not a large one, but not the smallest they had had, either, consisting of three small kittens. Two toms, opposite one another, it seemed, in color - one was far darker than his brother, with bold tabby stripes all across his body, resembling his father far more than any kit in the past, and thus he was given the name Corvus. The other was paler, closer to his mother in color, with her spots along his haunches and his father’s stripes on his shoulders. He was given the name Cygnus. The last of the three was a small she-cat, and she was named Aquila.
The little trio was now ready to adventure the world.


[ OTHER INFO ]

Favorites
Color| White
Scent | Crumpled leaves
Prey | Shrew
Place | In his thinking place
Cat | Iki. He'd follow his brother into the volcano. Also Halcyon.
Fears
  • Being mocked/made fun of
  • Not being able to make others understand what he thinks
Dreams
  • To see and try and understand the world
  • Make his parents proud
  • Solve all the puzzles he can
  • Be with Iki forever
  • Make Halcyon happy
Voice Actor
Someone | Link
Sexuality
Orientation: Heterosexual Grey-A
Preferences:
tba
Current Attractions:
tba
Bullet; Orange Pretty much built upon the idea of Philosophy and Mystery
Bullet; Orange I'm ridiculously excited to have a Sookaphiel kit
:bulletorange: He idolizes his father, and often is found trying to mimic him - the way he stands, the way he talks, sits, etc.
:bulletorange: VA would have been Evanna Lynch as Luna if he were a she-cat
:bulletorane: He works in random energy spikes, and often wont let somethign that fascinates him go until he's satisfied with it - for instance: if he were to be a bone carver, he could very well focus on one item to make and work on it day and night without pause until he's satisfied, and then just cast it aside and forget about it, only maybe remembering it if somone brought it up or at a later time if he ever goes through his stores.
:bulletorange: He doesn't like 'spiky' sounding words, and will often try to soften them when he speaks. (Sounds such as "ee" )
:bulletorange: His design was made to more resemble Seraphiel's, and to be "opposites" of a sort with his twin, Cygnus.

[ RELATIONSHIPS ]

Family
Parents:
Seraphiel - Silver-Air - Father
Sooka - Pink-Water - Mother

Siblings:
Larka - Orange-Water - Sister
Chione - Orange-Air - Sister
Anix - Deceased - Brother
Linken - Gold-Air - Brother
Uriel - Blue-Shadow - Brother
Dexter - Orange-Earth - Brother
Quesnel - Blue-Water - Sister
Ellie - Exile - Sister
Aniu - Orange-Shadow - Sister
Lohen - Orange-Water - Sister
Iki - White-Fire - Brother
Reece- White-Air - Sister
Extended Family
Diavart -  Deceased - Paternal Grandfather
Kalila - Unknown - Paternal  Grandmother
Tartok - Deceased- Maternal Grandfather
Anyu - Exile - Maternal Grandmother
Damek - Orange-Light - Paternal Uncle
Palette - Orange-Fire - Aunt (Mates with Damek)
Tulok - Deceased- Maternal Uncle
Nukka - Deceased - Maternal Aunt
Panik - Deceased - Maternal Aunt
Tikaani - Exile - Maternal Aunt
Drake - Exile - Cousin
Rioji - Deceased - Cousin
Bernadette - Deceased - Cousin
Roran - Blue-Water - Cousin
Lusa - Blue-Light - Cousin
Octavia - White-Water - Cousin
Sohvi - White-Earth - Cousin
T'ioli - White-Earth - Cousin
Moroi - White-Orange-Shadow - Cousin
Adanado - White-Void - Cousin
Yaeger - White-Light - Cousin
Shiranui - White-Shadow - Niece
Pyralis - White-Fire - Niece
Myos - Kitten - Nephew
Rudi  - Kitten - Nephew
Spire - Kitten - Nephew
Krowe - Kitten - Nephew
Freya - Pink-Void - Second Cousin
Zodok - Unknown - Second Cousin
Akida - Deceased - First Cousin Once Removed
Uheri - Orange-Earth - First cousin once removed

Best Friend: Iki, Halcyon

Mate: N/A

Kits
n/a






[ ROLEPLAY INFO ]


Example
[ From The-Golden-Butterfly | A Roleplay with GingerFlight]
He hesitated, paws shifting as his head was tilted towards the ground. He’d be staring at the earth beneath his feet, could he see, but he had no reason to.  He could feel the earth eel enough - the little sticks that got buried underpaw, the grains of dirt burying themselves between his pawpaws. In fact, he was pretty sure he could feel something moving dirt up against his paws- was there a worm there? He’d have to be an Earth-Triber to know for sure, but for now he was satisfied enough with guessing. It was something for him to focus on besides his own awkwardness, in any case. It was far more interesting, too. Unfortunately, it just didn’t seem to weigh in the air in quite the same manner.

Finally, her maw parted again and the words of the Orange-Shadow sliced through the air that had been thick with the silence between them, and the Green-Shadow let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. She was speaking. That had to mean she didn’t hate him, right? Or maybe it did and she was just speaking to be polite, but… If she hadn’t spoken, it would’ve been confirmation. This allowed for some wiggle room, he could cling to the hope that they could still be friends. Flickering his ears back at her denial of his correctness, Kyer shook his head. ”Still. I should have come to you sooner - and I shouldn’t have shut myself out like that. Shut the world out. Thank you, by the way, for trying to bring me back. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.” Shit, what was he doing? He was babbling, letting his mouth run again. She didn’t need to know, hell, she probably didn’t even want to know half of what he just said. ” You don’t - you have no reason to apologize. You tried your best to help me I’d never hold that against you. And I wasn’t dealing with things - I was ignoring them. Pretending they didn’t exist. Maybe… Maybe something in what you said did help me. I don’t really know, I just know that I’m better now.” He shook his head a little, tail twitching. Everything he was saying wasn’t something he’d planned. He’d already gone through most of what he’d planned to say, and now? Well, he hadn’t expected this reaction to her. He’d expected her to stay away, or to say that he should be sorry, at least. He knew what he would say to those reactions. But this? He was at fault, he knew that, but why didn’t she see it?

He was taken aback, though, as she continued. Her mother? He’d never bothered to ask the feisty Orange-Shadow about her past, he was too involved in himself - in his friend, his family, his misery. Why hadn’t it occurred to him until now that maybe she’d had some of her misery of her own? She never shows it. But… did she? Was that why she was so sharped tongued most of the time? Suddenly a resounding interest in her family, in her past embedded itself in the tom. He knew she’d not been born in the tribes, but what beyond that? Did she still have family outside of the tribes? Had both her parents died, like Ameena’s had? Did she have brothers, sister out there? or were there any in the tribes? The realization that he hadn’t the faintest idea stocked, him. ”I’m - I’m sorry.” He mumbled again, mind racing with questions he knew would be inappropriate to ask right now but he was determined to bring up some time - providing she still wanted to be in contact with him at all.

Nodding a little, the tom let out a sigh of relief that was quickly frozen in place. What His ear flicked, but otherwise he remained completely motionless, taking a moment to process her words before, with an air or resignation, he dipped his head. ” You’re welcome.” Was that his voice? That stiff sound reverberating in the air? ”For the mouse. I’m glad you don’t hate me.” Spirits, he didn’t think this could get anymore awkward but it had and he didn’t know what to do about it. That came out wrong. But would she really have said it if she didn’t mean it? His tail twitched slightly, the all-too-familiar feeling of sadness now present in his form. Her laugh sounded odd, distorted. Forced. Was she just saying that because she didn’t want to hurt him anymore? I can deal with being hurt, now. But her words had been said and that was all that he needed to here. She didn’t hate him. But she didn’t really want to be friends. I guess I can live with that. ”And - for the record, I do want to be friends. But I can understand if you don’t. I’ve given you no reason to want to be. You don't have to pretend.  I can just - I’ll just… go now. Enjoy the mouse - don’t kill the tree too much. Some cat might need to hide in it some day.” Dipping his head again, the tom took a step back, before turning away, his head hanging a little. I guess… that was kind of pointless.

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Art © pavrzlove
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Mustang890's avatar
*winks at* Maybe when you're off your hiatus, Voltaire can meet his new nephew (one of Larka's kids)~