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TGB: Fire Tribe Soldier Axel [Deceased]

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Published: Jan 10, 2014

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_{"Heroism is endurance for one moment more."}_-_{George F. Kennan}

••○••••○••••○••[Identification]••○••••○••••○••

[Name]

_{-True Name: Axel}
_{-Previous Name(s): Syren
-Nicknames: "Cheron"
-Meaning: Syren- Siren, voice of the damned |Axel- means "father of peace".}

[Age]

-_{Current Age: 6 years (72 moons)
-Birth Season: Winter}

[Gender]

_-Sex: Male
_{-Gender Identity: Male
-Pronouns: He, Him}

[Occupation]

_{-Tribe: Fire Tribe}
_{-Previous Ranks: Loner -> Warrior}
_{-Current Rank: Soldier
-Mentor/Apprentice: Currently Benidictus! [Prefers not to Mentor]
Miles|???|Left|TGB - [Black-Fire] Miles
Annabelle|Orange-Fire|Left|tGB || Black-Fire Annabelle
Benidictus|White-Fire|In Process|[ TGB ] White-Fire Benedictus}

••○••••○••••○••[Aesthetic]••○••••○••••○••

Bullet; Pink [Appearance]

_{-Description: Axel is rather tall, taller than the average male. He is very thin though, and rather weak looking. He barely has any muscling, the most being on his front and back legs, but very minimal. His body structure mostly resembles an Abyssinian, thin features, and a very thin tail. However, he has longer fur on the back of his neck, top of his head, end of tail, and cheeks. If one would describe his fur it would be best described as medium to medium short, very short on his sides, body, and a majority of his tail. He is mostly white with a gray mask that encircles both eyes. Stripes, darker grey, run from the teal blue of his eyes to the edges of the lighter gray mask. Each eye has a white lining to it. His ears are dark grey and his tail is light grey. His nose and paw pads are a bright and gentle pink. The most notable features is the fur in his ear extends outward and past the ear, remnants of the Rag-doll showing through. Also, the end of his tail, which spikes out a bit. His fur is very messy, not well kept, spikey, etc. His tattoo is a very light and gentle pink. His tail is now missing a significant amount of fur due to a little fire accident. In summary, he's a very tall and skinny awkward little muffin.}

_{-Breed: 50% Silver Abyssinian | 50% Ragdoll}_{-Scars|Injuries: Burned tail.}

_{-Build: Tall and skinny, mostly legs.}_{-Height: 16 in. (At the shoulder)}
_{-Weight: 12 lbs.}

[Accessories]

_{-Rose Necklace: His necklace hangs on a black twine. A rose of rose quartz, cherry quarts, and with a pearl. He traded his star stone for this new necklace. Thanks Lore!}

_{Axel's necklace}

Bullet; Pink [Extras]

_{-Mental Health: 80% (Anxiety)
-Physical Health: 95% (Burned tail)
-Scent: He strongly smells of ash.

-Likes:}»_{The smell of flowers.}»_{Being a hero.}»_{Being revered.}»_{Being admired.}»_{When he doesn't trip.}_-Dislikes:»_Failure.»_Misery.»_Pain.»_Anxiety._-Fears:»_{Not being good enough.}»_{Not being heroic enough.}»_{Never becoming a hero.}»_{Losing Karsynn. [Realized...]}_-Beliefs:»_{The spirits shouldn't give the cats "god" like powers.}»_{The spirits should be generally disliked.}»_{All above one's self.}»_{Protect the tribe cats at all costs.}

••○••••○••••○••[Personal]••○••••○••••○••

INTJ PERSONALITY (“The Architect”)

[Good]

_{-Gentle: "Mild in temperament or behavior; kind or tender.}

_{He just does everything in a gentle, soft sort of manner. He acts like a mother talking to a kitten when a speaks, almost song like, soothing, and serene. He has a gentle spirit. Despite how much he'd love to harm or hurt he simply cannot bring himself to do it. He's built like a lion but has the tenderness of a kitten. A gentle giant.}

_{-Determined: "Having made a firm decision and being resolved not to change it."}

_{Axel acknowledges, or believes, how weak and inferior and different he is to everyone else. He tries his best to better himself. He's too gentle to do it though- but it doesn't stop him from wanting to learn to fight, to be tough, like his brother. He wants to be something he's not, but who doesn't? He's a black sheep longing for white wool. All his life, compared to his brother, he always felt different. Not as strong, not as brave, not as...anything- which has lead him to think very little of himself. He wants to be more though- he wants to be worth something- he strives to get stronger, to be braver, to be better. Sometimes, he sounds like a dork trying to be this strong cat that he clearly is not.}

_{-Observant: "Quick to notice things."}

_{He's very smart and often spends his time watching things from a distance- making theories- and learning ultimately how things work. He notices small little things, very beautiful things, that other cats don't seem to pick up. He can pick up a lot just by looking at something, for example, the largeness of a badger's teeth would surely frighten him. He has an eye for detail.}

_{-Kind: "Character; nature."}

_{Axel is a very kind individual. He would go out of his way for a complete stranger. Well- when he isn't in a mood. He wants to be tough, and he's pretty determined, he just doesn't know how to be. His low self esteem also has made him very nice, having a lower self worth, he values all others above them, and gives others respect. He likes taking on hero quests and may perform tasks when asked. He feels he has to make himself worthy, and doing things for others is a way to go about it. If anything, he's a push over, too nice, etc. He does have a horrible facade though, as he tries to cover up how much of a wimp he is.}

[Neutral]

_{-Awkward: "Causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience."}

_{He's awkward in movement and in conversation. He walks like all four paws are numb. He has long pauses in his speech. He often says things on his mind that ought not to be shared. He lacks a filter at times. He isn't very good with social situations. His entire existence feels like an embarrassment at times. He's quite easily flustered by his inability to be suave. He'd rather be suave than a dorky stumbling cat.}

_{-Clumsy: "Awkward in movement or in handling things."}

_{Axel is sure he was born with four left paws. He often nearly runs into other cats or trips over air. He's also clumsy with his speech. He'll take long awkward pauses as he tries to collect his thoughts. This hinders his ability to socialize and his coordination. These aren't bad traits mostly because they're purely aesthetic. His clumsiness doesn't make him a bad cat.}

_{-Withdrawn: "Not wanting to communicate with other people."}

_{Axel doesn't like being in a crowd of cats and often prefers being alone to having company. He doesn't like letting cats in either, as he is quite the introvert, and doesn't trust others with his emotions. This, in part, deals a lot with his history- as he lost his twin brother. His brother was his closest friend and the only cat Axel thinks had the capacity to understand him, he will converse with other cats but much enjoys star gazing or other quiet and simple things. He feels as if he doesn't fit in anywhere. Despite preferring to be alone he is gentle and very soft spoken when a conversation is struck up with him. He just does everything in a gentle, soft sort of manner. It is hard to hear him at times as he feels very uncomfortable around others, and he may repeat himself a few times. This clashes with the cat he wants to be- a strong sounding asshole. Err, hero. He can be a little rash at times when his hero-yness is called into question- defensive?}

[Bad]

_{-Flustered: "Agitated or confused."}

_{Axel may be gentle but if he's in a bad mood he can be easily agitated or easily confused. He especially feels this way when he can't accomplish a task he has deemed easy. He has a somewhat bad temper that often ignites his tattoo. He tries his best to be calm and gentle though. A lot of his flustered behavior often bubbles under the surface. He can be, at times, somewhat verbal with his agitation.}

_{-Anxious: "Experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome."}

_{He's a wuss, a pussy willow, and a coward. He wants to change this though. He wants to be brave. He's afraid of loud noises the most, especially those that come from badgers, foxes, or other predators of the feline kind. He won't admit to being afraid, he'll often try to be brave, but he shakes and shivers as he does so. He isn't a good liar either. He's very afraid of the powers the tribe cats have, as he was told stories as a kit about how awesome and dangerous they were. As a result, he's afraid of his own powers. Despite how they could make him stronger, he's too afraid to use them, especially because once he was granted them he had very minimal control. If he was startled, he'd accidentally light up his tattoo and use a skill. He's terrified of hurting someone with them and figured he'd be stronger without them anyway.}

_{-Doubtful: "Feeling uncertain about something."}

_{He doubts the spirits often. He also doubts himself. He hopes one day he can become a great hero but fears his goal has gone further and further away. He doubts he is very suitable for mate ship. He's just filled with self doubt and spiritual doubt. He doesn't understand what the spirits might want from him. It annoys him severely.}

_{-Stubborn: "Having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something, especially in spite of good arguments to do so."}

_{Axel has yet to give up despite being in the tribes for years. He is still determined as ever to become a great fighter. However, this determination can be down right stubbornness. He refuses to accept that the life he wishes to lead was not the life chosen for him. He's also stubborn with his beliefs. He could not be convinced that the spirits are good or that granting cats the powers of gods is good. He's sort of cute when he's stubborn.}

[Motivations]

_{-Drive: To be the very best like no one ever was! (To be a great hero remembered by history.)}

_-Goals:

_{» Hero - To become a hero.}

_{» Family - To settle down and start a family.}

_{» Father - To be a good father to his kits.}

[Personal Strengths & Weaknesses]

_-Strengths:

_{» Determination - Never give up attitude.}

_{» Constitution - Sturdy body.}

_{» Kindness - Willing to help a complete stranger.}

_-Weaknesses:

_{» Low Self Esteem - Doesn't truly think highly of himself.}

_{» Actor- Pretends to be something he's not.}

_{» Acceptance - Cannot accept he's a scrawny loser.}

••○••••○••••○••[Combat]••○••••○••••○••

Bullet; Pink [Personal Statistics]

_-INT: 5/5_-WIS: 3/5_-CHA: 1/5_-DEX: 1/5_-STR: 3/5_-CON: 5/5

_{-Fighting Style: N/A}

_{A wimpy loser who doesn't know how to fight. Desperate need of mentor-ship!}

_{-Power/Ability: Primary | Fire}»_{Skill 1| Smoke Screen}»_{Skill 2| Furnace}»_{Skill 3| Heat Wave}»_{Skill 4| Just Blaze}»_{Skill 5| Fury}»_{Skill 6| Boiling Point}»_{Skill 7| Fire Aura}»_{Skill 8| Combustion}»_{Skill 9| Inflammation}»_{Skill 10| Incinerate}»_{Skill 11| Heart of the Dragon}»_{Skill 12| Guardian}»_{Skill 13| Eruption}

_{-Available Skills:}»_{Tripping on air.}»_{Accidentally using his fire skills.}»_{Accidentally burning his fur or whiskers off.}»_{Cuddling champ of 2015.}»_{Taking awkward pauses before broken phrases.}

••○••••○••••○••[History]••○••••○••••○••

_{Disclaimer: Some of the History below may have potential triggers, so this is a warning before you read that some of the content here!}

_{Axel, Syren at the time, was born to the Water Tribe exile Aspen and the Air Tribe exile Xemnas one fateful night. It was a small litter of two, twins even, both white and different shades of silver. One was of course Syren while the other was his brother, Cheron. His parents had been long since removed from the tribes, and by that, I mean they were never a part of the tribes- as they had also been born in exile. He was raised believing that the tribes were evil things- relying on unnatural beings for their strength. Their powers were abused and terrible- horrible. This passed down the generations- essentially- the tribes were bad. Syren and Cheron were told this all their life. How wrong the tribe cats were, how bad. Syren believed well in what his parents taught him but his brother, Cheron, disagreed. He believed just because they didn't understand it didn't make it evil, or bad, or anything- it just was. Cheron would never say this to their parents though- he often sought solace in Syren- and the two were very close- as you'd expect twins to be.

Despite being twins, the two were very very different. Syren was quiet while Cheron was bold, Syren was gentle while Cheron was rough. The two were as opposite as water and fire, shadow and light, earth and air. Opposites attract though- they really couldn't be closer. Despite having the same sleek and thin body type- Cheron was just better than Syren. He seemed faster and stronger, something Syren really envied. He was also the parents favorites- though they never voiced it, Syren knew his father was much more proud of Cheron than he. Despite how worthless he started feeling, Cheron always had a way of making him feel better. "You're just different, Sye, don't worry about it. Mom and Dad may not see much value in your odd ways but I do- you're pretty cool, little bro." He'd say to him often. Little bro- something he'd stress, as Cheron had been born before Syren. Despite this, Syren still felt pretty crummy about himself. He wasn't a good fighter or hunter- or anything really. Whatever he did, whatever he was good at, seemed to be useless or waste talents. It didn't matter how well he knew the night sky, or how fast he could tell the river's current by the leaves flowing on it- he couldn't fight- he couldn't be what his family desired him to be. The worst though was the worry- he couldn't go out alone or without an escort. Too weak. He desired more than anything to prove himself to them. His mom, his dad, and his brother.}

_{One day, Cheron and Syren had decided to go hunting. Cheron had finally agreed to show Syren some of his tricks and such- to teach him. It wasn't like Cheron hadn't tried teaching Syren before, a thousand times, he often thought. This effort was probably the thousand and oneth time, but Syren seemed so determined, and he wasn't going to deny him the chance to learn. It was a perfect day to Syren, he was sure this time he'd get it right, catch something, and bring home something to mom and dad. This was going to be it. However, fate seemed to have another plan for the young adolescent at the time. A badger, what would soon be the animal Syren feared most, came onto the scene. Apparently they had awoken it from its slumber and it wasn't happy. Syren was petrified, frozen, afraid of the creature. Despite Cheron yelling at him to run he wouldn't move as the creature got closer and closer, baring those ugly yellow fangs of his. It was about to lunge but Cheron jumped, intercepting the bite. The two creatures fought and all Syren could do was sit there, frozen, watching as his brother tried to get away but couldn't. Syren couldn't do anything, he couldn't move, and his brother was dying right before his eyes. Cheron snarled towards his brother to run and for some reason that registered and his feet moved, carrying him far from the place, outside of the woods they had hunted in and into a clearing. He waited. Cheron never came out. He couldn't believe it.

It couldn't be so...Cheron couldn't be...and it would be all his fault. He couldn't dodge he couldn't do anything! If he hadn't needed his brother to protect him...if he hadn't. No. He couldn't be dead. He ran into the woods looking for him, calling his name, and eventually happened upon his lifeless corpse, bloody and beaten from the badger. He laid beside it, crying into the white neck fur. "Brother...I can't live without you...you didn't want to try and teach me to hunt today I shouldn't...brother I'm sorry...please...wake up." He wailed, heart broken. Once he had come to terms with the idea he wasn't going to wake up he carried the body, somehow finding the strength to lift his brother onto his back. "I'll get stronger brother...no one else will die. I promise..." He cried, making his way back to where their parents' den was.

Once Syren made his way back, he laid the body in front of the den, still crying. Eventually, two forms came out, horrified and confused. They demanded answers but didn't give him a chance to reply. What was said last was what affected Syren most, his father had said something...something odd. "I knew he'd die. He was so weak anyway." What did he mean? Unless. He couldn't believe it, the parents had thought he had died, not Cheron. "You did all you could, Cheron, but he wasn't going to make it anyway. Living out here wasn't his sort of thing. It was a matter of time for Syren." After this was said, his mother nodded. He couldn't breathe- what were they saying? "We don't have to worry about him any more, this...is easier. I know he meant a lot to you Cheron but he was more of a burden on this family than any form of help. No use in dead weight..." The father saidm before turning, and walking back into the den. His mother followed. He didn't even hjave a chanced to explain he hadn't died but...they seemed so relieved that it was him who had died- not his brother. They almost seemed happy about it, he was sure. It angered him at first but then an idea settled- maybe this was a way to finally make his parents to accept him. He'd be Cheron, the good son, the good cat. He'd be his brother. Syren was dead.

Even days after the parents hadn't noticed that it was their other son who had died- he and his brother had similar voices and all, and they assumed his quietness was because of the death- not because he was Syren. There was times, as the moons passed, that he wanted to tell them he hadn't really died that day- but it felt like he had. He'd no longer be that weak little cat though- he worked, trying to be Cheron, trying to be strong. He couldn't handle being around his parents though- he couldn't stand living the lie- even if it meant their love and acceptance. So, he left, seeking a way out, running away from his problems. He came across the tribes, weak and tired, hoping they'd take them in. "I need to get stronger...you can show me how...." Despite how bad the tribes were in his mind, he remembered what Cheron had always said about them- maybe they weren't so bad, maybe he could learn their ways. How to fight, how to be strong. Perhaps not their odd powers but something. He needed their protection while he trained. Be Cheron.}

_{In Game History
TGB: Axel In Game History/ Relationship Tra...}

••○••••○••••○••[Relationships]••○••••○••••○••

Bullet; Pink [Family]

_{-Mother: Aspen|Exiled Water-Tribe|Alive}

_{-Father: Xemnas|Exiled Air-Tribe
-Brother(s): Cheron| Exiled Fire-Tribe|Deceased
-Sister(s): N/A
-Offspring: N/A}

Bullet; Pink [Relationship Information]

_{-Status: Single [Painfully]}

_{-Partner: None.}

_{-Sexuality: Demiromantic Heterosexual [Bicurious]}

_{-Experience: 0/10}

_{-Preference(s):}»_{Short or shortish}»_{Blue eyes}»_{Kind and compassionate heart.}

_{-Attraction(s): N/A}

_{-Past Attraction(s):
Karsynn|???|Alive|TGB: Pink-Water Karsynn WIP}

Bullet; Pink

[Objectives]

_{-Looking For:
(✔) Long term relationship
( x ) Short term relationship
( x ) Open relationship
( x ) Quick fling
(✔) Unsure}
_{-Relationship Goals:}»_{Actually have a mate.}»_{Probably have some kits.}»_{Spend the rest of their lives together.}»_{Die of old age together.}_{-Fertility: Godly.}

[KEY]

_{Hate || Dislike || Fear/Distrust || Enemy || Neutral/Acquaintance || Friend || Close Friend || Best Friend || Affection || Respect || Aesthetic Attraction || Crush || Family || Love || - Significant Other

TGB: Axel In Game History/ Relationship Tra...}

••○••••○••••○••[Et Cetera]••○••••○••••○••

[RP Example]

_{[Blue-Earth/Vendetta/ ET]
She attempted to pass by the somewhat large tom but from the corner of her eye she caught something. She had been a mother long enough to recognize the look. It was the 'something is amiss' look. A look she had failed to notice upon her mate's muzzle and vowed to never miss it again. A pain with a certain amount of weight to it. The kind a bird only realizes it possesses when its wings have been broken. She paused mid step and turned her head toward her leader. One of five she had known in her life time. She knew him but didn't really know him. She didn't know Kokkinos as well as she had known Zaeli or Rey. She regretted never truly getting to know Soren or Alcina. Despite all her years in Earth Tribe she hadn't managed to get close to him. Only a pawful of cats were truly known to her in here. She'd been meaning to change that. It would be hard though.

There was something dangerous about it all. The last Earth Triber that she cared so strongly for had passed away. She'd never forget Conan. The older brother she'd never had. He had been her first and true friend in this tribe. She could recall the days in the old territory where he'd join her under her rock to just... talk. He had certainly made her feel at home and with his passing... Earth Tribe felt more like a stranger. She longed for the rock she had dug a burrow under in the old territory. How silly those days of her youth had been. How wondrous. How wild. She had truly lived under a rock! She still sort of did. She wasn't exactly the social type. It was hard to come by friends. She had so few left in this world. She recalled Ross who had tried to teach her to hunt. She remembered Kennith who learned alongside her. There had been so many friends who were now departed.

Her mind couldn't help but fall upon Zarya. She'd never had the time to properly grieve. She recalled last seeing her when she was light with her second litter. She had been such a bright light in her life. She regretted not visiting her beloved friend more. There hadn't been enough afternoons filled with chattering. There wasn't quite enough mornings filled with her excitement. Last but not least, she regretted not thanking her. She hadn't eaten her the first day they had met! Well, there was that and the state of their friendship. She hoped Zarya had known how much she had loved her. The little sister she had always wanted...taken away with the rest.

And... then there was Cas. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of it. Despite the fact she was right next to Kokkinos she couldn't help but feel more alone. It was as if she was tribes away instead of mere inches. So many dear darlings robbed of their lives before their time. Yet, here she was. Still living. Funny, it almost felt like a curse.... She tried not to put too much thought into it. She tried to focus on the remaining friends and the new friends. Her kits, her adopted children, and all in all- her family. She would also put an effort into making new friends. She pondered if it would mend some of her broken spirit.

It would take the world to fill the hole that made her incomplete.

Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder how deeply she cared for others. Did she really care for Sylvani and Aoba or were they merely placeholders that kept her being from shattering? It was these kinds of thoughts that kept her up at night. They bit the aching recesses of her guilty mind. A plague on her conscious. She did really care though. She cared so deeply for others. The exact same care a mother has for her kit. It was a care that she could not bring to herself. A sort of love. Perhaps some of it came from that empty nest feeling? Perhaps some of it came from Cas' disappearance? She knew for sure that at least part of it came from her upbringing. She had been abandoned at a young age.

Abandoned....

She never wanted another soul to feel that sort of crushing blow. The kind that drained your life of meaning. An insignificance. She had tried hard to make all her kits feel that they weren't alone. Had she not tried hard enough for him? Her stomach began to burn with slight indigestion. What had felt like centuries to her had been only mere moments. Her silver blue gaze staring into the somewhat empty space of her Silver's eyes. She wondered if it was some form of repentance to care so deeply about others. She wouldn't do what she was self-convicted of doing to Cas to others. She'd pay more attention. She'd bring comforting words.

She'd be the rock of the world.

She had been this way before but now with stronger conviction. She wanted to help others. For lack of a better phrase, she wished to mother the world. She just wished she could convinced herself that she was doing it for the right reasons. It wasn't all repentance but also general care. She couldn't help but care for the wounded stranger. She slowly rested her head under her leader's strong chin. "Are y-y-you all right, Silver? Did you not s-s-sleep well? It's quite all right.... I hardly slept at all either." She cracked a genuine smile.}

••○••••○••••○••[Fun Facts]••○••••○••••○••

_{- He's named after the character from Kingdom Hearts, Axel.}

Bullet; Pink _{- He's also named after Axel the Dark Hero from Disgaea.}

_{- He probably has the simplest design of all my cats.}

••○••••○••••○••[Credits]••○••••○••••○••

Bullet; Pink [Credits]

_{-Format: skitty22 & eliza1star}

_{-Group: The-Golden-Butterfly}

_{-Character: skitty22}

_{-Art: skitty22 & PenumbralWolf}

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KalCity

May 25, 2017

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