Name:Akida ( Ah - KEE - dah )
Age: 15 moons
Birth Season: Spring
Appearance: [ Breed | Size | Fur Length | Fur Texture | Body Type | Accessories | Scars / Disabilities ]
Breed: Bengal / Egyptian Mau mix
Size A little larger than an average she-cat
Fur Length: Short.
Fur Texture: Smooth, sleek.
Body Type: Lithe, lightly muscled, medium-framed
Accessories: None, at the moment.
Scars / Disabilities: A long, jagged scar on her neck.
Tribe: Earth Tribe
Rank:Warrior-Apprentice ; Pink-Orange Earth
Skill Set: Primary
Skills:Feel The Earth // Growing Plants 1// Growing Plants 2
Personality: Spunky, Defensive/Loyal, Clever, Determined, Stubborn, Honest, Social
Spunky: This little she-cat is all but boring. While sometimes she can come off as rude, most of the time she's just playing around, or messing with you. Sometimes she can find enjoyment in irritating someone, which isn't always the best idea, since some cats may retaliate. Akida is very playful, and hardly stand to stay still for too long. She's always up for an adventure.
Defensive/Loyal: This is probably Akida's most admirable trait. Her brother used to step all over, and when he spoke to her, there was always venom in his voice. When she's being talked down to, she doesn't just sit there and take it! She can speak with a sharp tongue as well as the next cat. The same goes for her friends-- she's never let them get disrespected. She would never let anyone close to her get hurt while she can do something about it. She would do her best to defend against tooth and claw.
Clever: Akida can almost always make the best of a tricky situation. She is a great strategists, and takes pride in her plans. She doesn't like to be wrong, so she does the absolute best she can to make sure she isn't!
Determined: When Akida sets her mind to something, she won't give up on it easily. Since she was born the smallest in a litter of two, she was always compared to her brother. She wanted to end this, and to do so, she worked hard at everything she possibly could to be 'as good as' her brother. She would, and still will, wear herself down to the bone to make sure that she has a skill down. She will do her best to make friends, and to make people like her. This trait shows through now especially-- she wants to prove that she is worthy of being a part of the Earth Tribe. She is a hard-working little she-cat.
Stubborn: This trait fits in closely with Akida being determined. She is all but a quitter-- if she fails, she will try and try again until she succeeds.
Honest: Akida finds the concept of telling a lie disgusting and cowardly. The only time that she might even consider telling a lie is if her or one of her tribe mate's lives depended on it.
Social: Akida is a very chatty she-cat. She's the kind of cat that wants to talk to everyone. She would be the one to start a conversation, or even try and bug a self-contained cat to talk to her. When she does this, she's just trying to help that cat come out of it's shell.
Backstory: In the quiet land of Exiles, those who were banished from the Tribes that were rumored to live so far away thrived. Cats who's tribal markings had long since faded from bright shades of orange and green to grey lived mostly solitary, lonely lives. Among these cats, there was a she-cat named Reua. The she-cat had fallen in love with a tom by the name Calais. Soon, the became pregnant with the toms kits. The tom grew furious, and left Reua. He had never wanted kits, really.
Reua's kits were born in the early spring-- the air was becoming progressively warmer, and the snows from the passing winter were melting. Her first born was a large tom, with a simple brown pelt. Her second born was smaller than the other kit, but not small. Her fur was reddish-brown and speckled with dark brown splotches. She named the first kit Hawk, after the great bird. She named the second kit, the female Russet, for the color of her pelt.For a while, everything was peaceful-- both kits were cared for, and as time progressed, both of Reua's children grew strong.
Nothing was thought of the odd grey marking that both of the kits possessed-- Hawk boasted a marking over his right eye, while Russet had a spiraling, vine shaped marking on her right shoulder. Their mother bore a tattoo as well. Hers spread over her back, in the shape of wings.
As some kits are told nursery tales, Hawk and Russet were told fantastic stories of the Tribes. Their mother explained to them the meaning of their markings. Hawk would be in the Fire Tribe, while Russet would belong to the Earth Tribe. The thought of her having these extraordinary powers amazed the little kits. But the fact that Hawk would belong to a Tribe at all went to his head. He began to boast-- the Fire Tribe was the strongest! Only the strong could survive, there. "Not the small and weak, like you, Russet." The she-kit took these words to heart, and became determined to be as powerful as her brother claimed to be.
Hawks little hunts for beetles and other insects were stirring up great pride within their mother. He was flooded with sweet words and affection. Russet was given love, too, but not to the extent that Hawk was. This infuriated Russet-- she was doing the exact same as him, but not receiving the same ridiculous amounts of praise as he was. It wasn't that the she-cat needed praise, but that she felt shunned by her own mother.
Russet began to see everything as a competition with her brother-- whoever catches more beetles wins! I'll race you to the den! I bet I can run faster than you! While Russet did win some of these little contests, her brother always somehow did better. If he ever tripped while running, or got a little scrape, Reua dropped everything and went to his aid. Russet didn't think he needed the help. She snagged her pelt on brambles all the time, and sometimes even tripped while running, but never needed help recovering.
Summer came and went, and Russet began to grow distant from her mother and Hawk. She started hunting beetles by herself, trying to improve so she could be 'as good as' her brother was. Fall was turning the leaves on the trees brilliant shades of yellow, red, and orange. The air had cooled down, and the days grew shorter. This was a problem for Russet, because this meant she had a shorter time to train herself because she had to be in the safety of her den by nightfall.
The trees shed their dying leaves, scattering the ground with colors that were fading to brown. The air grew colder and colder as the days passed. Prey was becoming more scarce, and this forced Reua to hunt for a longer period of time. She even taught her kits to hunt small things, like mice. And Hawk, of course, got the most praise, even when Russet did just as well as him.
Beyond their home was a field of tall grasses-- it was unknown to any of the cats if it was safe or not. Reua believed that it might be a good place to find some food. Since the area hadn't been explored by any of them, yet, Russet and Hawk were left at their den, and their mother ventured onward. The day slipped away quickly, changing from noon to twilight in a short amount of time. When Reua hadn't returned to them, the kits grew worried. They dared to venture out of the safety of their home to go and search for their missing mother. What they found appalled them: their mother had hardly made it into the field before she was struck down by a snake.
Grief overwhelmed Russet, but Hawk felt more anger and bitterness. "She should have been more careful." he had said. This infuriated Russet. It wasn't her fault! But to keep herself alive, the young she-cat needed to move on. She needed to hunt. But Hawk refused to do anything, claiming that they were going to die anyway. Russet ignored him, and tried her hardest to make sure that they both survived the winter.
Soon, though, another tragedy stuck, and Hawk fell sick. Russet was forced to nurse him, but with food becoming so scarce, they both became thinner and thinner. He eventually passed away, and once more Russet was forced to deal with the overwhelming grief of losing someone. While she was always competing with him, and upset that he always received better treatment than her, he was family, and she loved him.
Russet was on her own, with winter making itself at home over the world. She was worried-- how long could a kit last out here, alone? While she did have one less mouth to feed, if any other cat found her, she would most likely be killed. Times were difficult, and some cats would kill to cut down on the competition. But one day, a new, strong scent was being carried on the breeze. Russet, not knowing what would be waiting, decided to investigate. What she found was amazing. New cats, huge groups of them, had recently settled down nearby. They all bore tattoos, some like her mothers, some like her brother, a few different ones, and ones like hers. They were all colorful-- blue, green, pink, orange.
She was accepted into the tribe that she had been born to be in-- the Earth Tribe. She attened her first Meeting, and her tattoo activated, turning pink to represent her being young. She became a warrior apprentice, since that was the position that she had the most promise in. She was also given her true name: Akida.
History will be edited with time and RPs.
Reua;; Mother -- Deceased
Calais;; Father -- Alive ; in exile
Tartok;; Uncle -- Alive ; in exile
Anyu;; Aunt -- Alive ; in exile
Sooka;; Cousin -- Alive ; residing in Water Tribe
Tikaani;; Cousin -- Alive ; in exile
Tulok;; Cousin -- Deceased
Nukka;; Cousin -- Deceased
Panik;; Cousin -- Deceased
Roleplay Example: Though the moon hung high in the sky, the apprentice's den was dark. A skinny, reddish-brown shape fidgeted in her nest, unable to fall asleep. The past few nights had been like this, since she had joined Earth Tribe. Akida tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing could work. Her whole life had been changed, just a few nights ago. She remembered her feeling of helplessness after the deaths of Reua and Hawk, and the feeling of hope when she detected the new scents.
She hauled herself to her paws, her legs shaky from sleep-deprivation. She slid out of the den and out of the camp. She needed some time alone. She needed to feel like she did before. She needed to feel... right. She wasn't sure how much she trusted the Tribe cats, or how much they trusted her. It was awkward, being around them after being alone for so long. Obviously she belonged. She was born with the Earth Tribe's tattoo, for spirits' sakes! It even activated when she was given her new name. That was another thing. Adjusting to my new name...
Akida's thoughts drifted to her brother. Russet was the name he insulted me by. I'm not Russet anymore. I'm not 'weak', like you said I was. Maybe I'm stronger than you, since I made it farther. But maybe it was just a trick of fate. I won't be the weak one, anymore.