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Marsuveus

edits
10/8/15 - accepted into group, added feather to inventory

Personal

Name :: Marsuveus (mar-soo-vee-us)
Nicknames :: Mars
Gender :: Male
Age :: 36 moons (upon starting date)
Breed :: Maine coon mix


Physical

Fur :: Medium-length, wild
Build :: Tall & lanky
Pelt color :: White
Eye color :: Icy blue


Updated Stats

log:
+5 :: submit a journal advertising the group and submit a piece of art of character at the gate to paradise within the first week of joining

INT 5/10
CHA 3/10
STA 4/10
STR 4/10
SPE 9/10
=25 stats

Original (joining) Stats

INT 5/10
CHA 2/10
STA 4/10
STR 3/10
SPE 6/10
=20 stats


Inventory

Rank 1 :: Pre-Trials :: 004 Feather :: "It must have fallen from his wing, it looks utterly useless"


Mental (let me know if you want me to write more on these)

Traits :: Adventurous Agreeable Genuine Formal | Impatient Irresponsible | Willful

Adventurous + "Willing to take risks or to try out new methods, ideas, or experiences." Marsuveus is one to jump at the opportunity to try something new or go some place foreign. In fact, with this, the idea of reaching Paradise became a sort of goal for him. His hopes for what he strives to reach grow greater with each day, and each challenge is a new game for him.

Agreeable + "Enjoyable and pleasurable; pleasant." In general, Marsuveus is rather pleasant to be around. He doesn't start fights, and tries not to say bad things in front of those who he enjoys the company of. While keeping a rather calm demeanor when happy, he is, well, happy to be in the presence of others.

Genuine + "Sincere." When Marsuveus says something, he means it. His intentions are (almost) always exactly as he plays them off to be, and you can be sure of that, because his eyes often betray his emotions. Marsuveus doesn't like to lie, not to his friends, nor his enemies, and being genuine with everyone is how he manages to stay sane in such a dark world.

Formal o "Prim or stiff." Now, to say that Marsuveus keeps things a little formal is a bit of an understatement. This tom is all for making sure his friends, and enemies at that, feel respected, no matter how young or old. By being formal, Marsuveus feels that he can be polite and curt, while not revealing too much, however he does tend to let slip a more playful side around those he has bonded closely with.

Impatient - "Restlessly eager." Marsuveus is not impatient in the way that you may think. He does not get impatient and twitchy at slow cats or something not going his way, rather, he is much too eager to get on to new things, so that he forgets other important things along the way. His impatience leads to forgetfulness and even sometimes a snappy word or two, but only because he is itching to see a new place, face, or thing.

Irresponsible - "Not showing a proper sense of responsibility." Marsuveus has never been a very responsible cat, and can often be found losing cats or things that he has, well, collected. He is also irresponsible in the fact that he cannot own up to his own decisions. Decisions being found to be dangerous or getting one hurt are ones which he doesn't like to take credit for, or will give no effort to be sorry for.

Willful - "Having or showing a stubborn and determined intention to do as one wants, regardless of the consequences or effects." As you may have figured out already, Marsuveus itches for adventure. Whatever that adventure entails, once he sets his mind to it, there is no stopping him. This means even if it is wholly dangerous, if someone has been hurt, or even if he himself cannot go on any longer. Marsuveus will push until he can't any more, even if that means being detrimental to his health. His will could be the end of him some day.


History

From the beginning...
"From day one, my life.. was not the best. My mother, who went by the name of Nenise, fell in love with a wanderer, a sick soul named Berier. Berier.. my father.. when I say he was sick, I mean.. sick in the heart. Sick right down to his soul. I swear, from what my mother told me of him, he could be a dark entity himself, preying on small children and all innocents alike. He disappeared in my kithood, and I never knew him, but I still had my mother.

"This, however, does not mean that after he left I had a better kithood. No, no, no... no, not at all. Quite the opposite, really. My mother began to practice voodoo. I dare not speak of the dark arts that she performed, but they haunted my dreams at night. I became sickly, as I had no sleep, and no appetite. I grew thin and pale, thanks to my mother's nightmarish... hobby.

"I only got better after her death. What goes around, comes around, as they say. She tried to practice voodoo on the wrong cat, and one night while I was asleep, they took my mother's life. There was no sound, and I don't know who did the dirty deed, but they left her to bleed out, for her only son to find in the morning when he woke.

"I had to learn to hunt for myself, and help myself. Luckily, I made friends with an old tom, who I called 'Uncle Reshian.'"
The tough life of a struggling adolescent...
"Uncle Reshian told me the what's what and the who's who of where we chose to live. He told me the name of every cat for miles that had any worth to their name, and who to avoid especially. He also taught me what he knew of healing. It wasn't much, just a few bindings and poultices, but it helped. He did his best to care and provide for me while I grew, teaching me how to hunt and the ways of the land. 

"Uncle Reshian taught me how to hide my pelt, its' bright white too noticeable against the dull tones of the decaying landscape. He taught me to use my skills, my running, to my advantage, and how to act towards others, skills my mother never could have taught me, were she still alive. But a cat that good, it was too good to be true.

"Reshian had cats after him, too. By this point, it seemed like everyone I loved was going to get taken from me by mysterious cats of the night who have some random hatred for each other that could only be sated by murder. In the middle of the day they came, this time, and I was powerless to help. They held me down while they stole Uncle Reshian's life. With horror, I tried to tend his body after they left, but it was too late. There was nothing left to save."
Where has life gone?
"Uncle Reshian once told me tales of cats making their way to one section of our world, and I was confused. Why was this? He then told me about Paradise, and I was confused. A place with stars? Green grass? Food? It seemed like a trick, too good to be true, and I shook my head at him.. but I still had an inkling of curiosity, of what it would all be about.

"I traveled to find the cats that were heading to paradise, and on the way I met a young she-cat named Renni, or Renegade. She looked like a kit, and I thought she was, until she turned out to be more feisty than I bargained for. I asked her if she wanted to travel with me, and she declined.. but I knew she needed protecting. I stayed close, while I could, and she eventually agreed to travelling with me. I had been lonely for far too long, and it was nice to have a companion.

"I told her about paradise, and she came with me to find the other cats that wish to get through to the mystical world.

"I hope we all make it into Paradise. It is not in my jurisdiction to think about which cat should make it and which should be left behind to rot.. but I can still hope, and if I can help anyone get there, I like to think I would try."
Roleplay History
Roleplay history will be added once the group starts and roleplay begins.


Relationships

Kin :: Nenise (mother, deceased) .. Berier (father, deceased)
Other :: 'Uncle' Reshian (deceased)

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Roleplay
Renni - @C0LDlSH - I feel very protective over Renni. We used to have a very rocky relationship, however as we traveled more, I protected her and cared for her and let her know I wasn't one to be feared. We have traveled together for a while now, and are waiting to see where the trials will take us.
Name - Roleplayer - Thoughts


Roleplay Sample

A sample of Mars' morning before Paradise.
Dull, wavering light... That was all that filled the large white tom's vision as he slowly woke up, ice blue eyes slowly cracking open to reveal.. a window. Marsuveus, as the tom went by, opened his eyes slightly wider. He was facing a window.. or rather, a very beaten-up and unfortunate excuse for one. It was a small hole torn in a large, decaying tree trunk, where he was currently taking up residence. The tom sat up.. the tree was luckily large enough that he could sit, even stand, in the trunk, with his head ducked a little, since he was so tall. It was sideways, laying on the ground haphazardly with its' roots spraying into the air, with hunks of dirt and muddy moss hanging limply from the protruding roots that once gave the tree life. 

Marsuveus sat up, his long white hair splayed in every direction, giving him a disheveled and messy look. Sleep blurred his eyes, and he blinked to clear it away as he looked around at his meager living space. A few branches and long leaves and vines covered the entrance to the cracked tree trunk, and gave little protection to the harsh winds outside. Strewed around by the wind, his tiny supply of herbs lay scattered about the floor, instead of neatly where he had set them the night before. The large white tom sighed heavily, knowing he'd have to organize them all again, before turning to the small bundle of leaves next to the pitiful nest he had built himself.

Unwrapping the leaves, he was faced with the tiny, sickly-looking mouse that he had caught last night and decided to save for the morning. Well, since he lived through the night, he figured he deserved a bit of a snack, and his painfully growling stomach agreed wholeheartedly. He took a bite out of the stringy mouse and winced at the rather rancid flavor that it gave off, but wolfed it down anyway, quickly left with just a small pile of bones, which he brushed into a neat pile before standing, his head ducked, and padding towards the entrance. It was time to face the day, whether he wanted to or not.


Supplemental Questions


What was your character's stance on entering paradise?
Marsuveus wants to get into Paradise and see the stars and feel lush grass between his paws. He feels that nothing can get in his way, and nothing can get between him and his final destination. Not even Oordeel. He is determined.

Was your character a scholar, did they believe in the lore found about locating paradise?
Marsuveus is not a scholar, but once he heard of Paradise, his interest was piqued. He somewhat believes in the lore surrounding Paradise, and wonders if it is actually possible to get there, and wants to find out himself.


Other

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Group & Application (c) Biirdi & Ehckko
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C0LDISH's avatar
eyyyyyyy Mars and Renni are both rumoured to have red souls