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[Ray-Pather Tyro] - Raiit

Published: Feb 22, 2013

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_{Name;; Raiit (Rai-et)

Gender;; Male

Age;; 1 1/2 years

Rank;; Tyro

Alliance;; Ray-Pathers

Current Path Colour;; None

Starting Path Colour;; Yellow

Total Number of Colour Shifts;; None

History;;

Every life has a story, no matter how short, boring, or saddening it can be. Every creature has a voice, has a memory, has something that drives them. It would be easy – far too easy – to merely brush aside the idea that every being, living or dead, could tell you at least one story no one else knows. Too often, these tales are shoved to the side and left untold. Perhaps Raiit does not have the most interesting story to tell, for he is still young. Perhaps he knows deep, dark secrets that no others could even fathom.

Like many, Raiit was born to parents from different Alliances. His father, Torin, had come from the Kukuril, while his mother, Kanae, was of the Ray-Pathers. Alongside his own birth, was that of his brother, Teiin. They were close, as is expected of the very young, for the first few months of their lives. When the time came that the infant Culion could be separated from their mother, Torin and Kanae came to a decision. Each would take one of their sons to their own respective Alliance. Teii would go with their father and join the ranks of the Kukuril when the time came, and Raiit would stay with their mother and later join the Ray-Pathers.

The choice was one that many others had made previously, for separating a family was of no concern. The parents had made their choice when mating outside their own Alliance, and obviously not every cat could just move to the Kukuril or Ray-Pathers to stay together. Splitting-up was the best option.
Despite the separation issues that, as expected, spurred from being away from his father and brother, Raiit grew up a rather normal life. He had a few friends – though they often made fun of him behind his back – and even fell in love. It was, from that pure, innocent love that the young Culion came to understand what it meant to be stomped upon. Having never experienced such a feeling before, Raiit had foolish marched straight up to the female that had possession of his heart, and spilled out all of the things he was feeling in a desperate attempt to gain her affection.

The female merely stared for several long moments, blinking her large eyes in an almost owlish fashion. Quite suddenly, she burst into a fit of giggles and laughter. “You must be joking! I would never be interested in a Tyro such as yourself! Why, you’re nothing more than a weakling, even speaking with you repulses me. You’re dense, Raiit, everyone knows it. You just don’t understand things. You truly are stupid!”

Wounded by the obvious scorn, Raiit flattened his ears and fled from the young female Culion. He wanted to prove her wrong, to prove everyone wrong . . . and he would. He would rise up and become respected, not only as a Ray-Pather, but by each of the three alliances! All would come to know his name! With a steel will, the young male set about beginning to train his body. At the rise of a new day, he would go out and work to strengthen his young muscles and build his physical endurance, and each evening he would return, battered an exhausted.

Raiit’s life continued in that fashion for several long months, and with each passing day, he seemed to grow just a bit stronger. Soon his goal would be in reach . . .

One such day, after dragging himself back to his Alliance, battered and worn, the young Culion found that things were quite different. The others around him seemed somber, speaking in hushed tones to one another about the horrid tragedy. Confused, Raiit asked one of the others what had happened . . . a human had brutally slaughtered one of the other Tyros . . . the very young female that he had been working so hard to impress and prove wrong. It was, from that event, that Raiit came to develop a deep-seeded hatred for humans . . . He now waits patiently for the time with his pathing abilities will become active, for at that time, he will take his revenge.

Personality;;

|Naïve || Oblivious || Feisty || Compassionate || Arrogant || Ambitious|

Naïve; Though he isn’t a stupid fellow, Raiit is far from the most experienced. Really, he has an innocent way of looking at things, and rarely sees that bad that can be hidden inside others. He believes others far too easily, and, for lack of a better word, sometimes comes off as a little dense because of it. If someone were to tell him that his fur was brown, he would probably believe them. Raiit is genuinely nice and the type who would never lie to those around him. He has earned a bit of a reputation as being foolish and easily tricked because of this.

Oblivious; Alongside being completely naïve of the true motives of others and truths of the world, Raiit is a very oblivious individual. It is almost as though he is distracted by deeper thoughts, and therefore unaware of the world around him. It’s hard to say exactly what it is that makes Raiit so ignorant of his surroundings, though some would argue that the young Culion is just stupid. Hearing others say such things tends to get to him, though the Tyro avoids confrontation about such things. He just carries on his merry way, as though no one said anything rude about him at all. Unfortunately, Raiit fails to pick up on physical or verbal hints in communication, and often says the wrong thing because of it.

Feisty; After a lot of teasing when he was younger for always having his head in the clouds and being so ‘spaced out’, Raiit developed a hot temper. He is never right out mean to others, but he does have a sharp tongue when provoked. Spirited, he doesn’t like to let others say mean things to him – at least not to his face. Often, the young Culion will fling insults back at those who offend him, even if they aren’t the most intelligent responses. The saying “young grasshopper has little sense but big mouth” suits Raiit perfectly.

Compassionate; Though he has no respect for humans and wishes he could send them all on their way to early graves, Raiit would never have the heart to do so. In many ways, he is too much in tune to the feelings and emotions of others. When someone else feels pain, he can’t help sympathizing, as though he were the one hurting. Despite trying to put up a cold front, it’s impossible for the young male to be anything other than kind. When he sees others in need of comfort, he can’t seem to stay away, and always does his best to cheer them up. In many ways, the young Culion is weak of heart . . .

Arrogant; As Raiit grew older, his self-worth seemed to swell. With each day that passed, the young male grew stronger, as did his self-esteem. He considers himself to be extremely strong, and often views himself as being better than those around them. He feels that he was dealt a poor hand of cards, and wishes to change that. Raiit thinks very highly of himself and his own abilities, often over-estimating his strengths. As a result, he does end up slipping up rather frequently. It is odd, after being teased so much, that the young Culion would still consider himself superior, and yet he does.

Ambitious; Raiit has a deep desire to prove his value to those around him, especially the ones who consider him to be dim-witted. The moment he becomes a Paladin, he hopes to prove the others wrong, and create a name for himself, the type that will be spoken of in grand stories. Raiit wants to make his way to the very top, where he will be respected by all and hailed as a great figure of strength. He one day intends to try and over-throw the Alliance system and take full control.

Family;;

Mother: Kanae – Member of the Ray-Pathers --- RPed by ~sophisticated-cat
Father: Deceased
Brother: Teiin – Member of the Kukiril – Rped by ~Dream975

Notes;;

He often goes out of his way to try and build bonds with others.
Because he never got to know his brother, he can be clingy to those who get close.
He someday hopes to have a better relationship with Teiin.
Can be a bit over-sensitive.
He only has 50% vision in his right eye.

Relationships;;

Hate
Dislike
Acquaintance
Friend
Good Friend
Family
Crush
Love
Unsure
Rival

|| Bullets | Name | Gender | Alliance | Written Info ||

RP Example;;

From an RP in with ~sophisticated-cat

Cool air swept the landscape and stirred even the most thick-furred of cats, sending chills through their bodies. The day was not one to be outside, rather, it was the type of morning where it would be wisest to curl up and tuck one’s tail over their nose. No bird – not even those that had been brave enough to stay in the frozen land – twittered merry songs, and no brave little mice or squirrels dared poke their noses out of their nest. The weather promised snow later, and thick masses of dark clouds blotted out any hope of sunlight. A more miserable day had scarce been seen since the dawning of that winter, and the cats of Nandryx were not blind to this fact.

Picking her way carefully over the frozen landscape, a medium-sized brown and cream she-cat picked her way across the neutral lands. As of late, she had been venturing further and further from the territory of her tribe. Though she still jolted at every little sound or movement, Shasta could not deny that she was curious. What was the rest of the land like? As an exile, she had resided in the area where Fire-Tribe now made its home. What had become of her mother, she was uncertain, though she assumed the older cat had been wise enough to move on if she did not wish to join the tribes. Which Shasta was certain she wouldn’t.

As the ground seemed to steadily slope upward, the Pink-Orange-Earth found herself growing somewhat nervous. She had heard stories about the Sink Hole. Though she had never been brave enough to ask questions, the she-cat knew all that she really needed to. First, the Sink Hole was extremely dangerous, second, many cats had died there, and third . . . well, there wasn’t actually a third. She would add one to the list after she had seen the mysterious location for herself. Green eyes scanning the ground ahead of her as though she feared she had done something wrong, Shasta momentarily paused. The usual tug of doubt settled in her mind, and she contemplated turning back and returning to the Earth-Tribe camp.

The snow beneath her feet shifted suddenly, and a small squeak of surprise escaped Shasta as she slid several tail lengths down the steep slope that lead to the Sink Hole. Ears flat against her head, the she-cat cast a quick glance around, as though concerned she may have been seen. After a moment, she decided the coast was clear and proceeded on her way. She halted, for just a moment, next to a small, pretty flower. ”Pretend you didn’t see that,” she whispered to the tiny, winter-blooming plant before she advanced. The higher she climbed, the more difficult the ascent became. Shasta couldn’t help looking forward to the trek back down, for she was certain it would be much easier.

Breathing growing laboured and leg muscles beginning to shriek with protest, a relieved cry burst forth from the Pink-Orange-Earth as, not far ahead, she could see the ground beginning to level off. Pushing herself into an awkward, slipping run, the she-cat bounded up the rest of the small slope and gazed around. She could see the dangerous pit of death she had ventured so far to see, and decided to pause for a breather before straying any nearer. Flopping down onto her behind with a loud sigh, Shasta allowed her eyes to close. She would never go climbing up a hill like that again. Ever.}

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AkaPanuka

Feb 24, 2013

Application approved!

I will now move your app to the accepted applications folder and you and your cat will be added to the lists
You may now send a join request to the group and begin roleplaying with other accepted members.
Good luck!