A Clan with secrets to hide.
A Clan with a sinister streak.
And a gang who are not what they seem.
With war looming on the horizon, loyalties are tested and families are torn apart. In this world of light and shadow, everyone has something to hide.
Here Only one thing is certain, only one clan will survive.
Name Meaning - An implication that she foretold misfortune 37 Moons | Female | Bisexual | Rogue | Ex-Reaper
Appearance ____________________________
Coat Color : Black
Markings : None
Coat Length : Medium; longer scruff and tail fur
Eye Color : Peircing yellow
Body Size : Large, muscular but lithe
Other : Overly long hooked claws and large tufted ears; Many unexplained scars, likely from fights
In Depth : Surprisngly, Omen is a rather beautiful molly that often draws in toms and she-cats alike without much effort. Omen possesses an intimidating figure that foretells danger, towering and muscular despite her lither stature. Her ears are large and tufted, and her long hooked claws always sharp and ready for action. Two bright, peircing yellow eyes set in her jet black pelt seem to hold an array of different things, along with the portrayal of a fractured soul. One might see fury or a cold calculating hate settled in this gaze to pair with her long claws and large stature, however one might also find just moment later a radiating curiosity, or a spark of the insanity that lingers not so far from the cool and calm surface she often possesses. Despite whatever they may portray, these golden gems are like two fireflies in the night, drawing others in like moths to a hungry flame.
Skills ________________________
(please evenly distribute the follow skills into the below categories: hunting, fighting, swimming, climbing, stealth, tracking, endurance, running, and jumping. NOTE: you cannot have both fighting and hunting in the positive category!)
In Depth : One might deign to suggest Omen has multiple personalities, or at the very least a quick and unpredictable switch between them. She likes to stick by herself, being rather self reliant and a lot braver than she once was. In fact, her fear of confrontation and distaste for harsher life styles such as what she faced with her mother and the Reapers has all but vanished. Though of course, that was likely due to what more she faced outside of her family and how these shaped her. While her experiences made her stronger and braver, they also made her colder and more calculating. She stopped trusting others, and also stopped caring at all for what they felt or thought. To her, she is the only one that matters. A lot of the time this vengeful molly is quick to snap and forms grudges pretty easily, ready for any excuse to deal out death and punishment, however part of her unpredictability is that sometimes one could set her off by looking at her wrong, and others they could rattle off anything and it would fall upon deaf ears. One of Omen’s main targets, of course, was her brother Raze, though after punishing him she still finds herself strangely loyal to her ‘precious brother’ in her strange little ways, feeling that she ‘owed’ him his punishment for his sake, rather than dealing it of her own wishes. In fact, how she sees others is always strange and twisted, and generally different for each cat. Either way, she is often driven toward social interaction solely by her curiosity, liking to lure them in and manipulate them. She especially enjoys toying with young minds or the feint of heart, finding them incredibly fascinating to her eternal curiosities.
Fears : Nothing (in her opinion)
Goals : To have fun, maybe track down her brothers and toy with them a little
Dislikes : Wraith, mud, rain, no reactions, bravery, orders and restrictions
History ____________________
Father : NPC Mother : Unknown Brothers : Raze (Thorn) and Wraith (aria) Other : None
History : Omen was never meant to exist, that much was clear. Her mother cared nothing for her and her two brothers, not even bothering to name them. Her spite led to lots of travel, and unexplained disappearances. The three often had to fend for themselves. So they found a bond of sibling loyalty. On one of her many excursions, a group of vile strangers came and rounded them up, claiming their mother had traded them in for a meal. Omen had wished she could have felt surprised, but she didn’t.
Always told she was the harbinger of misfortune, the molly found herself bearing the name Omen. An Omen could be either a good or a bad thing, and she couldn’t help but love the unpredictability of her new name. Her brothers, now named Wraith and Raze, were quick to accept their new life as soon as they were thrown into training. However, Omen wasn’t so quick to bend. Mostly because she didn’t like the harshness of the atmosphere. However, her sudden leave was also due to feeling confined, restricted. She’d always been told what to do and who to be, and she hated it. She was only nine moons old, she didn’t know what she wanted.
To prove themselves, perhaps, Raze and Wraith were sent to round her up. On the hope that they still cared, she begged them to let her go. Yet Wraith, ever spiteful, would have no bar of this. He was quick to turn against her, and while reluctant, Raze helped. They dragged her back to the Reapers to be judged. Despite her blind rage, Omen managed to disappear mostly undetected. She killed her only witness. Her first life taken. Perhaps if she’d been conscious enough to feel remorse, she might have led a different path.
Life outside the Reapers much worse. Her wish for a peaceful life never happened, and she found herself missing the Reapers. The streets were rough and dangerous for any cat, but for her...they were hell. And that sweet youngster was gone, molded into something entirely different. Still, she remained loyal to Raze. She remembered his reluctance to drag her in. However, he still committed, and in her twisted mind it felt only right to punish him. She told herself, she owed it to him. She would not waste her time with Wraith. He wasn’t worth loyalty.
So, she sought out Raze. She did not wish to harm him, but he deserved it. It was her gift to him. He needed his sister to remind him there were consequences for betrayal. So, she gave him no warning. She knew she oughtn’t hesitate. She’d gotten so used to hunting and killing. And so she hunted...and she killed. Or at least, she thought she did. She whispered a sweet “I’m sorry, dear brother,” and vanished.
And to this day, she did not know he survived. Until she found out.
