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Description

GLOW! UP!

True Name:

Kohaku

Kit Name:

Swift

Age:

5 years 9 months

Gender:

Transmale

Pronouns:

He/Him

Height:

9 inches

Tribe:

Fire Primary + Secondary

Rank:

Leader

Skills:

PRIMARY:

Skill 1 | Fireproof | Novice
Skill 2 | Will-o-Wisp | Novice

Skill 3 | Thread of Fire | Proficient
Skill 4 | Firefeet | Novice
Skill 5 | Friendly Fire | Adept
Skill 6 | Warding Blaze | Novice
Skill 7 | Quench | Novice
Skill 8 | Ignition | Master
Skill 9 | Flamethrower | Novice
Skill 10 | Ring of Fire | Novice
Skill 11 | Greek Fire | Novice
Skill 12 | Eruption | Novice
Skill 13 | Dragon's Fury | Novice
Skill 14 | Guardian of Fire | Proficient
Skill 17 | Lit! | Novice
Skill 18 | Wildfire | Novice
Skill 19 | Rise Like a Phoenix | Novice
Skill 20 | Primordial | Novice

SECONDARY:

Skill 1 | Weak Spot Spotting | Novice
Skill 2 | Smokescreen | Novice
Skill 3 | Lava Weapon | Novice
Skill 4 | Boiler | Novice
Skill 5 | Hot Claws | Novice
Skill 6 | Solid Smoke | Novice
Skill 7 | Smoke Bomb | Novice
Skill 8 | Confinement | Novice
Skill 9 | Stone Shackles | Novice
Skill 10 | Valley Fog | Novice
Skill 11 | Dispel | Novice
Skill 12 | Infusion | Novice

Hobbies:

Cooking | Master | +15 ARC
Climbing | Master | +15 TGH
Crafting | Adept | +10 ARC

Stats:
Arcane: 50
Toughness: 60
Strength: 10
Intelligence: 5
Stealth: 3
Charisma: 2
Speed: 5

Personality:

Natural Leader

Swift was quite literally born to lead. He can take control of a situation at ease, be it on a larger level or on a more personal one. He handles stressful situations with an almost scary grace, taking each blow as it comes and moving with it. He takes everything in stride, good or bad, and will always seek the best outcome even in the worst of situations.

Dutiful
This cat takes his jobs and duties very seriously. He never leaves a job half done, or poorly done, and he won't even break for a moment until he's done. He'll never turn down a task or a challenge, and he'll always do it to the best of his ability, regardless of how hard or dangerous it might be. He enjoys seeing things to completion, and if you need a job done, bringing it to him will confirm it will be completed.

Practical
Swift isn't a dreamer, he's a doer. He doesn't dwell in what ifs or mistakes, and he focuses on what is. He cares little for things he cannot touch or experience himself, preferring to focus on the things he can alter or change or do himself. He's a realist more than a visionary, and he doesn't enjoy tasks that involve sitting around thinking rather than getting something done.

Stubborn

Swift is unendingly stubborn. He doesn't like being told what he can or cannot do and will tell you as such, openly and without hesitation. He is a leader, he does not follow, and as such it can be extremely hard to get him to do anything if he thinks you are ordering him. He refuses to let things go, and won't leave anything unfinished, and he cares little for the consequences of these things.

Analytical
Naturally a tactician of a leader, Swift takes everything on a logical, almost scientific scale. He works in the hows and the whys more than any matter of emotion. Nothing he does isn't thought about carefully before he does it, and he holds a distain for those who act impulsively, as he finds it a show of weakness of mind.

Insensitive
Due to his analytical mind, Swift can be incredibly insensitive towards the feelings of others. It's less of him not caring per say, and more of the fact he struggles to understand. Hes blunt, and will not lie no matter the result, and he sees no reason to coddle anyone else. His own emotions are either incredibly guarded, incredibly weak, or both, and he finds it nearly impossible to relate to matters of the heart on his own.

History:

(TW: Hinted transphobia)

Swift was born, designated the daughter of a cheiftain. This small group of rogues of coro were all under the control of the chieftain and his mate- Storm and Fire- a long line of Storm's family who took control of the group in their own time. Storm was the oldest of his siblings, who he drove out of their territory when he took control, as his father had before him, while Fire was the daughter of another older chieftain from a rival group. As was customary, they were betrothed the day Storm took control of his branch. Originally his branch of these groups was called the River Branch, but when Storm took control he stripped the sect of his ancestors name and named it after himself. Each cat in Storm's group was given the suffix -storm in a formal setting because of this.

It was always a son of the first litter to be granted control, so long as they could successfully best their brothers in combat. Swift was born to a second litter of only one, following Storm and Fire's first litter of two sons, Thunder and Silver. As was customary, everyone in the group assumed one of the two brothers would someday take control of their branch, once they reached two years of age and fought to see who would earn the right. Swift, however, sought power from the day he was born. Born small, and secondary to two praised older brothers, Swift learned young of the things he hated of this group. He would never be allowed the right to lead, would be be wed against his will to a rivaling leader, and would never have a say in any of it.

A fire burned within.

Swift was unsual from the start.

Swift and Storm fought almost from the time Swift could speak, the kitten refusing their customs from the time he knew of them. He would not be wed away to another, not be just a wife to sell away for social standing and personal gain. Swift refused to be called a girl, wouldn't answer to it even when faced with the rage of his father. He held his ground, bristling and snarling right back. He was a black sheep of their customs, many of the cats openly shunning and avoiding him due to how much he stood out. They tried to keep him from the other groups, from the other kits within their own, but he was a fire that wouldn't be put out. Some said it was a bad omen hanging over their group.

Despite this, Swift did have two loyal friends, if nobody else. Whisper and Kestrel were almost always with him, no matter what any cat had to say about it. Whisper was gentle, a breath of fresh air in Swift's otherwise stifling life. She was younger than him by a season, but his life was changed the moment she entered his life. She was soft, and kind, as opposed to his sharp edges, and he would do anything for her. On the flip side was Kestrel, a hot-headed, loud-mouthed tom that Swift butted heads with constantly. Any that didn't understand them would think they hated eachother, but they truly couldn't be further from the truth. As much as they fought, either would take on anything for the other, and they were a nearly inseperable duo to be feared. These three cats were as close as they could be in the violent storm that was the politics of the group they called home, and Swift was far more grateful than he could put into words.

As it turned out, there did seem to be a bad omen on his fathers group. Silver fell ill, and grew too weak to challenge his brother to combat for the rite of leadership as they reached two years of age. Fire had passed away when Swift was a mere six moons, leaving Storm with no other sons to speak of. It was near blastphemy for a son to gain the rite without combat, but with little other choice, Thunder would take control of the group.

That is, until Swift stepped forwards.

A mere year old himself, neither from his fathers first litter or born a son, Storm was furious at his child even having the audacity to suggest such a thing. Swift mocked the leader, mocked the ways he followed, pointing out their branch would be shamed as it was. He wanted to compete. In Storm's rage, he agreed to let Swift fight his brother, but only on the condition that if he lost, Storm would have full control of his life from that point on.

Swift agreed.

Facing down his older, more experienced brother, the rest of the cats could only watch in anxiety as the much larger Thunder circled him. Nobody spoke, afraid to voice their opinions on what was about to happen in front of them, too afraid of the reprocussions for doing so. On Storm's mark, Thunder leapt at Swift, and many covered their eyes.

But Swift was fast, and Swift was crafty. The much smaller tom moved gracefully from the blow, darting in and giving back his own before Thunder even realized he had missed. Blow after missed blow, the larger cat attempted to corral his younger sibling, to stop his squirming so he could just claim what was rightfully his. Swift wouldn't allow it, though. As the fight raged on, Thunder tired, slamming bodily into trees and rocks as he chased the smaller, faster cat. Swift snuck blows in, against Thunder's limbs, until they ached at even the thought of continuing. After what seemed like hours, Thunder collapsed, exhaustion seeping into his shaking limbs as Swift stood over him, panting, exhausted in his own right, but victorious none the less.

A mere three cats cheered for him, his two friends and Silver, but Swift said nothing. Marching up to his father, he declared himself he winner.

Before telling him he did not want the storm branch. Outrage bloomed across his fathers face as Swift proclaimed to the gathered cats he did not want cats like them, who refused to budge from traditions that did nothing but isolate and harm others. He would not accept their customs, nor this banch of cats at all. Swift was going to start his own branch.

Climbing a rock, Swift called to the cats before him, his head held high as his eyes burned. He chose only two cats, his closest friends, to join him on his journey. He dubbed this new branch Fire, after his mother, and with his friends he would leave the territory and start brand new, somewhere far from there.

Swift said nothing as he, Whisper, and Kestrel left their old territory. Silver called to them, quietly, wishing his younger brother luck. It was the last time Swift saw him.

Leading his trio, they traveled for a season, seeing things none of them had ever imagined, working out how their own rules would work. Swift listened to each of them, but didn't tolerate fighting with him, which led to many spats between himself and Kestrel. Whisper was always thankfully there to calm the boys down, even after the worst of fights.

One day all of them felt a calling deep within them. Swift was bothered by it- it felt like an incompleteness, some further challenge to overcome.

The fire within burned stronger.

Leading his small group across the lands, they traveled for three seasons before they finally arrived. Swift stood before his cats, staring at the odd totems across from them. Blue eyes stared back at one- it was calling to him. The fire inside his chest roiled, spit, hissed, until he finally drew close. Touching his nose to its surface.

Searing pain flashed across his face, and yet he did not scream, he did not cry. A growled laugh left him, a name whispered into his ear.

Kohaku.

Finally, finally, the fire was free, bursting forth across his form, his pelt singing with the power hidden deep within. Eyes a blue flame, he turned to his group.

Kestrel and Whisper stood beside two of the other totems, markings of their own covering different parts of their bodies. Swift thought little of this, at first.

He was in for a shock when he learned just what awaited his group of cats. His friends.

And he burned.

Family and Relationships:

Storm | Father | Alive | Loner
Fire | Mother | Deceased | Loner
Thunder | Brother | Alive | Loner
Silver | Brother | Alive | Loner

Description

GLOW! UP!

True Name:

Kohaku

Kit Name:

Swift

Age:

5 years 9 months

Gender:

Transmale

Pronouns:

He/Him

Height:

9 inches

Tribe:

Fire Primary + Secondary

Rank:

Leader

Skills:

PRIMARY:

Skill 1 | Fireproof | Novice
Skill 2 | Will-o-Wisp | Novice

Skill 3 | Thread of Fire | Proficient
Skill 4 | Firefeet | Novice
Skill 5 | Friendly Fire | Adept
Skill 6 | Warding Blaze | Novice
Skill 7 | Quench | Novice
Skill 8 | Ignition | Master
Skill 9 | Flamethrower | Novice
Skill 10 | Ring of Fire | Novice
Skill 11 | Greek Fire | Novice
Skill 12 | Eruption | Novice
Skill 13 | Dragon's Fury | Novice
Skill 14 | Guardian of Fire | Proficient
Skill 17 | Lit! | Novice
Skill 18 | Wildfire | Novice
Skill 19 | Rise Like a Phoenix | Novice
Skill 20 | Primordial | Novice

SECONDARY:

Skill 1 | Weak Spot Spotting | Novice
Skill 2 | Smokescreen | Novice
Skill 3 | Lava Weapon | Novice
Skill 4 | Boiler | Novice
Skill 5 | Hot Claws | Novice
Skill 6 | Solid Smoke | Novice
Skill 7 | Smoke Bomb | Novice
Skill 8 | Confinement | Novice
Skill 9 | Stone Shackles | Novice
Skill 10 | Valley Fog | Novice
Skill 11 | Dispel | Novice
Skill 12 | Infusion | Novice

Hobbies:

Cooking | Master | +15 ARC
Climbing | Master | +15 TGH
Crafting | Adept | +10 ARC

Stats:
Arcane: 50
Toughness: 60
Strength: 10
Intelligence: 5
Stealth: 3
Charisma: 2
Speed: 5

Personality:

Natural Leader

Swift was quite literally born to lead. He can take control of a situation at ease, be it on a larger level or on a more personal one. He handles stressful situations with an almost scary grace, taking each blow as it comes and moving with it. He takes everything in stride, good or bad, and will always seek the best outcome even in the worst of situations.

Dutiful
This cat takes his jobs and duties very seriously. He never leaves a job half done, or poorly done, and he won't even break for a moment until he's done. He'll never turn down a task or a challenge, and he'll always do it to the best of his ability, regardless of how hard or dangerous it might be. He enjoys seeing things to completion, and if you need a job done, bringing it to him will confirm it will be completed.

Practical
Swift isn't a dreamer, he's a doer. He doesn't dwell in what ifs or mistakes, and he focuses on what is. He cares little for things he cannot touch or experience himself, preferring to focus on the things he can alter or change or do himself. He's a realist more than a visionary, and he doesn't enjoy tasks that involve sitting around thinking rather than getting something done.

Stubborn

Swift is unendingly stubborn. He doesn't like being told what he can or cannot do and will tell you as such, openly and without hesitation. He is a leader, he does not follow, and as such it can be extremely hard to get him to do anything if he thinks you are ordering him. He refuses to let things go, and won't leave anything unfinished, and he cares little for the consequences of these things.

Analytical
Naturally a tactician of a leader, Swift takes everything on a logical, almost scientific scale. He works in the hows and the whys more than any matter of emotion. Nothing he does isn't thought about carefully before he does it, and he holds a distain for those who act impulsively, as he finds it a show of weakness of mind.

Insensitive
Due to his analytical mind, Swift can be incredibly insensitive towards the feelings of others. It's less of him not caring per say, and more of the fact he struggles to understand. Hes blunt, and will not lie no matter the result, and he sees no reason to coddle anyone else. His own emotions are either incredibly guarded, incredibly weak, or both, and he finds it nearly impossible to relate to matters of the heart on his own.

History:

(TW: Hinted transphobia)

Swift was born, designated the daughter of a cheiftain. This small group of rogues of coro were all under the control of the chieftain and his mate- Storm and Fire- a long line of Storm's family who took control of the group in their own time. Storm was the oldest of his siblings, who he drove out of their territory when he took control, as his father had before him, while Fire was the daughter of another older chieftain from a rival group. As was customary, they were betrothed the day Storm took control of his branch. Originally his branch of these groups was called the River Branch, but when Storm took control he stripped the sect of his ancestors name and named it after himself. Each cat in Storm's group was given the suffix -storm in a formal setting because of this.

It was always a son of the first litter to be granted control, so long as they could successfully best their brothers in combat. Swift was born to a second litter of only one, following Storm and Fire's first litter of two sons, Thunder and Silver. As was customary, everyone in the group assumed one of the two brothers would someday take control of their branch, once they reached two years of age and fought to see who would earn the right. Swift, however, sought power from the day he was born. Born small, and secondary to two praised older brothers, Swift learned young of the things he hated of this group. He would never be allowed the right to lead, would be be wed against his will to a rivaling leader, and would never have a say in any of it.

A fire burned within.

Swift was unsual from the start.

Swift and Storm fought almost from the time Swift could speak, the kitten refusing their customs from the time he knew of them. He would not be wed away to another, not be just a wife to sell away for social standing and personal gain. Swift refused to be called a girl, wouldn't answer to it even when faced with the rage of his father. He held his ground, bristling and snarling right back. He was a black sheep of their customs, many of the cats openly shunning and avoiding him due to how much he stood out. They tried to keep him from the other groups, from the other kits within their own, but he was a fire that wouldn't be put out. Some said it was a bad omen hanging over their group.

Despite this, Swift did have two loyal friends, if nobody else. Whisper and Kestrel were almost always with him, no matter what any cat had to say about it. Whisper was gentle, a breath of fresh air in Swift's otherwise stifling life. She was younger than him by a season, but his life was changed the moment she entered his life. She was soft, and kind, as opposed to his sharp edges, and he would do anything for her. On the flip side was Kestrel, a hot-headed, loud-mouthed tom that Swift butted heads with constantly. Any that didn't understand them would think they hated eachother, but they truly couldn't be further from the truth. As much as they fought, either would take on anything for the other, and they were a nearly inseperable duo to be feared. These three cats were as close as they could be in the violent storm that was the politics of the group they called home, and Swift was far more grateful than he could put into words.

As it turned out, there did seem to be a bad omen on his fathers group. Silver fell ill, and grew too weak to challenge his brother to combat for the rite of leadership as they reached two years of age. Fire had passed away when Swift was a mere six moons, leaving Storm with no other sons to speak of. It was near blastphemy for a son to gain the rite without combat, but with little other choice, Thunder would take control of the group.

That is, until Swift stepped forwards.

A mere year old himself, neither from his fathers first litter or born a son, Storm was furious at his child even having the audacity to suggest such a thing. Swift mocked the leader, mocked the ways he followed, pointing out their branch would be shamed as it was. He wanted to compete. In Storm's rage, he agreed to let Swift fight his brother, but only on the condition that if he lost, Storm would have full control of his life from that point on.

Swift agreed.

Facing down his older, more experienced brother, the rest of the cats could only watch in anxiety as the much larger Thunder circled him. Nobody spoke, afraid to voice their opinions on what was about to happen in front of them, too afraid of the reprocussions for doing so. On Storm's mark, Thunder leapt at Swift, and many covered their eyes.

But Swift was fast, and Swift was crafty. The much smaller tom moved gracefully from the blow, darting in and giving back his own before Thunder even realized he had missed. Blow after missed blow, the larger cat attempted to corral his younger sibling, to stop his squirming so he could just claim what was rightfully his. Swift wouldn't allow it, though. As the fight raged on, Thunder tired, slamming bodily into trees and rocks as he chased the smaller, faster cat. Swift snuck blows in, against Thunder's limbs, until they ached at even the thought of continuing. After what seemed like hours, Thunder collapsed, exhaustion seeping into his shaking limbs as Swift stood over him, panting, exhausted in his own right, but victorious none the less.

A mere three cats cheered for him, his two friends and Silver, but Swift said nothing. Marching up to his father, he declared himself he winner.

Before telling him he did not want the storm branch. Outrage bloomed across his fathers face as Swift proclaimed to the gathered cats he did not want cats like them, who refused to budge from traditions that did nothing but isolate and harm others. He would not accept their customs, nor this banch of cats at all. Swift was going to start his own branch.

Climbing a rock, Swift called to the cats before him, his head held high as his eyes burned. He chose only two cats, his closest friends, to join him on his journey. He dubbed this new branch Fire, after his mother, and with his friends he would leave the territory and start brand new, somewhere far from there.

Swift said nothing as he, Whisper, and Kestrel left their old territory. Silver called to them, quietly, wishing his younger brother luck. It was the last time Swift saw him.

Leading his trio, they traveled for a season, seeing things none of them had ever imagined, working out how their own rules would work. Swift listened to each of them, but didn't tolerate fighting with him, which led to many spats between himself and Kestrel. Whisper was always thankfully there to calm the boys down, even after the worst of fights.

One day all of them felt a calling deep within them. Swift was bothered by it- it felt like an incompleteness, some further challenge to overcome.

The fire within burned stronger.

Leading his small group across the lands, they traveled for three seasons before they finally arrived. Swift stood before his cats, staring at the odd totems across from them. Blue eyes stared back at one- it was calling to him. The fire inside his chest roiled, spit, hissed, until he finally drew close. Touching his nose to its surface.

Searing pain flashed across his face, and yet he did not scream, he did not cry. A growled laugh left him, a name whispered into his ear.

Kohaku.

Finally, finally, the fire was free, bursting forth across his form, his pelt singing with the power hidden deep within. Eyes a blue flame, he turned to his group.

Kestrel and Whisper stood beside two of the other totems, markings of their own covering different parts of their bodies. Swift thought little of this, at first.

He was in for a shock when he learned just what awaited his group of cats. His friends.

And he burned.

Family and Relationships:

Storm | Father | Alive | Loner
Fire | Mother | Deceased | Loner
Thunder | Brother | Alive | Loner
Silver | Brother | Alive | Loner