"We are simple creatures. What we experience molds us to what we are today, like paws to clay."
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Blind Eye
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Claws
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Coat
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Eye
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Markings
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Scars/skin
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Teeth
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Undercoat
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Reference Sheet
Summary
Sona Character
Fan Character
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You can create fanart of him if you'd like. I don't mind
Designer:
Myself
General
Description:
Soot is a gray, spotted-tabby tom with light white markings on his muzzle and chest. His paws are marked light brown. He has unusually bright orange eyes which haunt most people who look at him. He spends most of his time in the Library or outside of his Tribe's nesting site. He likes to spend his time experimenting on small animals with poison, whilst the animals are still alive and their organs cut open for him to view the effects of it. He is an intelligent being, but having a lack of empathy towards others costs him having any friends. He was found by the Tree Tribe in an abandoned Hobble-Foot's nest, they suspected he was left there for his unusually orange eyes, which usually led people to believe causes bad luck. The Tribe's chief, Tree Father, took him in as his own, as he himself was infertile. Soot and Tree Father had a close bond, until many moons later on a harsh snowy day of Sinera, or Winter what the Hobble-Feet call it.
Age:
89 moons (7.4 years old)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Domestic Cat (Felis Catus)
Height:
5 inches (12.7 cm)
Weight:
3 lbs (1.3 klos)
Body Type:
Lithe, scrawny, weak
Sexuality:
Pansexual - Aromantic
Religion:
Athiest
Occupation:
Unknown
Past Occupation:
Tree Tribe Healer and Librarian, Rebel, Fire Rebellion Chief and Healer
Skills:
Plant and herb knowledge, intelligence, anatomy knowledge, bird call mimicry, animal call mimicry, and Hobble-Feet call mimicry.
Abilities:
Healing, Mimicking sounds, Fast learning
Talents:
Painting, Storytelling, Leading
Interests:
Animal's will to survive, anatomy, botany, evolution, the human mind
Details Commonly Overlooked:
He may be weak and fragile, but he is clever. He can easily find your weakness within a matter of seconds.
Body
Scent:
Burnt hair, and ash
Texture:
Ragged and scarred
Eye Color:
Bright, flame-orange
Hairstyle:
Smooth
Chest:
Small
Groin:
Tiny
Extra:
His ribs show through his fur
Personality
Personality Type:
Morbid, unhinged, awkward, socially-reserved
Speaking Style:
Soft, mumbling, slow, raspy, low, deep, cold
Action Tags:
flicking tail, slouching, lowered head. frowning, narrowed eyes
Verbal Tags:
"Arrogant toms."
Prejudices:
Most males, any sort of deity or religious artifact, the warmth or heat, Tree Mother, himself
Sense of Humor:
None whatsoever
Philosophy:
Everything can be recycled
Clothing:
Piercings throughout his face
Admirable Traits:
He has a few admirable traits, those few could be his way that he isn't afraid to tell someone when they're in the wrong, or lying, he even knows when he himself is in the wrong or lying, he just doesn't care when he does it, for he thinks death has no benefits or downfall, so his doings in his life will do no harm for him after it. Unlike what his tribe members think, they all believe in an Afterlife.
Negative Traits:
He believes females are more deserving than males. He believes since they deliver the tribe members into the world, they should be worshiped, instead of the Male dominant role of chief, he believes the females should be the sole chiefs of the tribe. Instead, he should believe in equality for all members.
Quirks:
He jokes to his Tribe members doing awkward situations, unknowing what to do in those times
Special Items:
His past patient, and best friend Cricket the blind female shepherd dog.
Bad Habits:
He smokes, like the Hobble-Feet do in their tribe. He found out how to and got addicted to it.
Pet Peeves:
He dislikes the laughter and snickering of the old females towards him
Lifestyle
Diet:
Cigarettes, Berries, Raw meat
Favorite Food(s):
Deer liver, bone marrow, blood
Favorite Book(s):
Anatomy of Felis Catus, Anatomy of Duo Crus, Herbs and Poisons, Brain anatomy
Favorite Color(s):
Purple, blue, red
Favorite Place(s):
The Great-Sycamore Library, Tree Tribe Library, Elephant Mines
Home Life:
He is a reserved tom who keeps to himself and hardly speaks. He tries his best to look as polite and small as possible towards his tribe members. He views himself as a weak soul, and others of the same gender as a weakness. He treats those he sees unfit for their roles with snarky remarks. He treats mollies with high respect and sees them as holy in his gaze.
Friends:
Cricket, Ash Snowing Down Field., Wolf That Howls For Sleeping Moon
Family:
Mother: A Deo (Deceased)
Father: Lilium Serpens
Foster Father: Tree Father
Foster Mother: Tree Mother
Father: Lilium Serpens
Foster Father: Tree Father
Foster Mother: Tree Mother
RPG
STR
25
INT
96
WIS
57
DEX
86
CON
3
CHA
30
Class:
Healer
Initiative:
10
Speed:
70
Health:
48
Alignment:
Chaotic Evil
Languages:
Felis Catus, Canis Lupus Familiaris, Corvid, Strigiformes, Duo Crus
Background:
Healer, Rebel, Chief
Proficiencies:
Healing, poisoning, communicating with few bird species, canines, and tricking Hobble-Feet into traps by mimicking child voices.
Equipment:
Scientific books, needle-like claws, sharp teeth, and big eyes
Feats and Traits:
Wishes to experiment on creatures to learn what happens after death.