- Chimera x Crater // The Republic // CLOSED

[- Leafy ღ]

Father // Crater
Mother // Chimera

*They can have mutations, such as Chimera's split tail or more toes, then normal, but you'd still have to buy them. Just thought I'd say something.


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[li]? // ? // Freaks // TAKEN[/li]


[li]Carli // Female // Leafy // TAKEN[/li]

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Kit Name // Carli

Gender // Female

Appearance //

Resembles her Father.


Carli is a sleek silver she-cat with darker markings of black that line her body in streaking patterns. Under her seemingly innocent form, her build remains sturdy and stealthy, ready to strike like a deal little snake. Her eyes are her most outstanding feature, being of a dazzling blue color that could put the sky to shake. The stands on a pair of small and dainty paws but long legs to help her gain speed when in pursuit of her prey.

Personality // Carli strongly takes after her father, for one in appearance and for two in personality. She strongly respects her elders, the most being Philadelphia and her parents, and she will follow orders without hesitation. When she isn't doing so, however, she's running her mouth, being her spunky and sarcastic self. She takes pride in her appearance appeal and flaunts herself shamelessly when she finds a tom she likes. She can be witty when she wants to be and enjoys showing off.

Role Play Sample With Kit // "I don't see why we have to recruit even more loners." Carli heard the feline she had been paired with to patrol drawl in a drawn out and whining voice. She blew out a small sigh and rolled her eyes as she rolled her shoulders in a barely noticeable shrug. Why.. Out of everyone, why this mewling she-cat? "Perhaps if you whined less and searched more we'd be done quicker." Carli grumbled under her breath, cutting her eyes back towards the black and white female. If there was something she couldn't stand it was a whiner. They never shut up, did they? The answer was no.. No they didn't. "And what's your issue with taking everything so seriously? I didn't even wanna go." She she-cat sighed in annoyance. Carli's head twitched slightly and she glared holes in the under growth as she tried to keep track of her temper. "I was taught to respect my elders, especially my leader, and to get things done as soon as told about them. If you have a problem with how I work I'll gladly oblige you and deal with this flaw now." She growled at the she-cat, her blue eyes cutting over to stare her down. "If only looks could kill." Carli thought, annoyance glittering in her aqua colored eyes.

[li]Nyra // Female // Trick // TAKEN[/li]

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Kit Name // Nyra
Gender // She-cat
Appearance // Link
For the most part Nyra takes after her mother with her mottled coat of autumn gold, brown and black. She has more white aspects to her coat, presumably traits from her father, though she lacks the dapples. Her chest and chin and dipped in white, and each of her four paws are cloaked in long white socks. The remained of her fur is dappled in a looser fashion thanher mothers, with the colours being predominantly oranges and blacks dappled over her back, with her tail being solid black. Her face is a mixture of brown and black, with white highlights around her eyes and cheeks. Nyra's eyes are yellow like her fathers but perhaps more vivid in colour, darkening almost to a golden maple-syrup colour. 

Personality // [Will mostly be developed IC]
Nyra won't take any crap from anyone, that's for certain. She's tough and self-reliant, and even when she needs help, her pride won't allow her to ask. She hates taking orders from anyone and will most often either ignore it, or do the exact opposite to prove that she can't be controlled by anyone or anything. She enjoys being able to take care of herself, though she's not great at it just yet. Nyra is brave and reckless, her sort of 'hero complex' allows her to rush into most situations without fear and deal with the consequences as they come. She is extremely protective of both her mother and her other siblings, even though most of the time it's Carli that she is fighting against, both with their sassy personalities. Nyra loves her mother yet is ashamed and afraid for her, since she knows without being told that Chimera is weak and pathetic. She has taken it upon herself to protect her mother, though does so with reserved distaste, as if it was a burden forced upon her rather than one she chose herself. Unlike her sister, she believes that love is for children and has no interest in toms whatsoever, mainly because she sees the ones that she lives with as weak morons. One day Nyra hopes to either climb the ranks to be at the top of the Republic, or leave altogether. She is aiming for whichever one comes fastest, as either option she believes will grant her more freedom over the strict rules she is currently living under.

Role Play Sample With Kit //
The last trace of mouse flashed down Nyra's throat with a loud, perhaps over exaggerated swallow, followed by a content sigh. The tortoiseshell she-cat rolled onto her back to let her white belly soak in the last of the sun's rays. She was in no rush to get back to the Republic camp. It didn't matter how long she took, things would always be the same. And there would still be a verbal lashing awaiting her when she went back empty-pawed. It wasn't as if she had done anything wrong.


She'd been told to hunt.
She'd hunted.


.....For herself.


Perhaps they should have been more specific then, but it was they who were the fools for sending her out without a supervisor. Although, she had sent her last guardian home with boxed ears, once she'd discovered she was being watched. Maybe they were finally learning, or maybe a full belly was dulling her senses. Black ears pricked and quivered as a soft breeze swayed the rushes of grass around her. There was nary a scent on the wind, nor a whisper of breath on the air. She was alone well and truly, just the way she liked it. 


Flipping back onto her stomach, the she-cat rose onto delicate white paws and leisurely stretched away a yawn. She felt a satisfying pop in her back as a vertebrae clicked and purred in delight. Her sharp amber eyes flashed open as she took in her surroundings, her gaze almost red fire in the sunset light. Red fingers stretched across the sky like a bloody hand reaching out to pick up the world. Unfortunately, it was time to head home.

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[b]Kit Name //[/b]
[b]Gender //[/b]
[b]Appearance //[/b] Must Resemble The Parents
[b]Personality //[/b] Can be Developed IC
[b]Role Play Sample With Kit //[/b]

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[Trick]

Kit Name // Nyra
Gender // She-cat
Appearance // Link
For the most part Nyra takes after her mother with her mottled coat of autumn gold, brown and black. She has more white aspects to her coat, presumably traits from her father, though she lacks the dapples. Her chest and chin and dipped in white, and each of her four paws are cloaked in long white socks. The remained of her fur is dappled in a looser fashion thanher mothers, with the colours being predominantly oranges and blacks dappled over her back, with her tail being solid black. Her face is a mixture of brown and black, with white highlights around her eyes and cheeks. Nyra's eyes are yellow like her fathers but perhaps more vivid in colour, darkening almost to a golden maple-syrup colour. 

Personality // [Will mostly be developed IC]
Nyra won't take any crap from anyone, that's for certain. She's tough and self-reliant, and even when she needs help, her pride won't allow her to ask. She hates taking orders from anyone and will most often either ignore it, or do the exact opposite to prove that she can't be controlled by anyone or anything. She enjoys being able to take care of herself, though she's not great at it just yet. Nyra is brave and reckless, her sort of 'hero complex' allows her to rush into most situations without fear and deal with the consequences as they come. She is extremely protective of both her mother and her other siblings, even though most of the time it's Carli that she is fighting against, both with their sassy personalities. Nyra loves her mother yet is ashamed and afraid for her, since she knows without being told that Chimera is weak and pathetic. She has taken it upon herself to protect her mother, though does so with reserved distaste, as if it was a burden forced upon her rather than one she chose herself. Unlike her sister, she believes that love is for children and has no interest in toms whatsoever, mainly because she sees the ones that she lives with as weak morons. One day Nyra hopes to either climb the ranks to be at the top of the Republic, or leave altogether. She is aiming for whichever one comes fastest, as either option she believes will grant her more freedom over the strict rules she is currently living under.

Role Play Sample With Kit //
The last trace of mouse flashed down Nyra's throat with a loud, perhaps over exaggerated swallow, followed by a content sigh. The tortoiseshell she-cat rolled onto her back to let her white belly soak in the last of the sun's rays. She was in no rush to get back to the Republic camp. It didn't matter how long she took, things would always be the same. And there would still be a verbal lashing awaiting her when she went back empty-pawed. It wasn't as if she had done anything wrong.


She'd been told to hunt.
She'd hunted.


.....For herself.


Perhaps they should have been more specific then, but it was they who were the fools for sending her out without a supervisor. Although, she had sent her last guardian home with boxed ears, once she'd discovered she was being watched. Maybe they were finally learning, or maybe a full belly was dulling her senses. Black ears pricked and quivered as a soft breeze swayed the rushes of grass around her. There was nary a scent on the wind, nor a whisper of breath on the air. She was alone well and truly, just the way she liked it. 


Flipping back onto her stomach, the she-cat rose onto delicate white paws and leisurely stretched away a yawn. She felt a satisfying pop in her back as a vertebrae clicked and purred in delight. Her sharp amber eyes flashed open as she took in her surroundings, her gaze almost red fire in the sunset light. Red fingers stretched across the sky like a bloody hand reaching out to pick up the world. Unfortunately, it was time to head home.

[- Leafy ღ]

I love the bio for her. (: Accepted.