Osiris - Cult Cat

[Enìɠмα]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] We are the off spring of the gods. Born to protect and serve. MY NAME IS AND SHALL ALWAYS BE OSIRIS I AM PROUD TO SERVE AS PRAADU FOR RA AND MY PHAROAH Though our weaknesses are many and our strength is countless, We are anointed with their powers. GOD WHOM I WORSHIP RA WHOSE KEEN MIND, SILVER TONGUE, AND PATIENCE MAKE ME STRONGER BUT MY GREED, INSECURITY, AND PRIDE MAKE ME STUMBLE I AM STILL THE CAT I WAS MEANT TO BE. greed-&-pride Both pride and greed are this tom's weaknesses, and yet, despite his many strengths, they are the ones that define him the most. If this cat wants something, he will get it, no matter how forbidden or unwanted it is - indeed, the very fact that it is forbidden would only interest him more, and fuel his desire to possess it; the thought of being restricted from something, let alone by a cat lower than himself, repulses him, and he takes it as a personal affront. Because he is Praadu, the son of the Pharoah as well as his heir, Osiris has become rather accustomed to getting what he wants - in fact, one could actually call him a spoiled brat, but with his mature, albeit sarcastic demeanor, he doesn't really act the part. silvertongued-&-coolly tactful So, when this tom encounters resistance (of any kind, mind you) when he desires something, it's an unusual thing. Any other cat wouldn't know how to react; any other cat, at his young age, might even throw a tantrum. But not Osiris. He knows what power he holds, not literally, but in his very position; and when his silver tongue - which can convince almost anyone, simply because of his skilled, slippery way of talking - doesn't work, there's another card he can play: intimidation. Not the angry, "I'll rip your head off" intimidation, but the cold, "What would my father think?" kind, murmured through smirking lips; or even, "When I'm Pharoah, I'll--." irritably tolerant-&-sarcastic Additionally, Osiris is a rather collected tom. Like any cat, he will get angry when provoked - he's still feline, you know; and when this tom's angry, he tends to get a bit louder. But his anger, as I have stated before, isn't your usual anger. He keeps it bottled up, you see, and for the most part, the worst his enemies can get is a quiet threat or a low hiss. He knows that when you fight fire with fire, you're going to get burned - and that would only satisfy your enemies, now would it? - so instead of loosing his temper, this tom prefers to goad them even further. Instead of giving them what they want (and with his perceptive mind, he can usually tell), Osiris barely reacts at all (though he does tend to give them patronizing nicknames, or even sarcastically refer to them as 'mister' or 'miss) - and his smirk, which never seems to leave his arrogant features, is exceptionally infuriating. patient-&-ruthless He's actually kind of patient, though, not only when it comes to hunting and fighting, but in political games as well - Osiris will wait as long as it takes to inherit Praa Monthu's position. It isn't because he actually cares about his sire (honestly, he couldn't care less), but because he already has a plan. He's a strategist, you see, and he most certainly isn't stupid - if his father died, he would be the first suspect. And, even though he'd still be the next pharoah, that wouldn't put him in the favor of his people. He'll break the Cult's laws any day, though, but only if they're worth breaking. And, of course, if there is a very little risk of him getting caught. careful-&-hates his brother Sure, he's of royal blood, and at his status, many cats would be willing to pull a string or two in order to save his neck. But he isn't about to risk loosing his position, no matter how impossible it would be - that would please his brother, Set, and that would just kill him. You see, Osiris absolutely hates his elder brother - he's the only one that can actually get under his fur, and he can do so without trying. Every day of the week, every month of the year, this Praadu's primary goal is to spite his brother further - to wave his position, which could of easily been Set's own, in his face. But in the end, it's always Osiris who gets hurt - and with his personality, that only makes things worse. For everybody... MY DRIVE TO BE PHAROAH KEEPS ME ALIVE THOUGH THINGS I DISLIKE ARE MANY Set, competition, being challenged, water THE THINGS I LIKE ARE GREATER The Cult, the sun, flaunting my high position, pleasing my father We are strong and full of the life the gods have blessed us with WHEN MY PELT IS PALE GOLDEN TABBY, SHORT, AND THIN AND MY EYES ARE DULL GREEN IT SETS ME APART FROM THOSE ON THE OUTSIDE THE ARROWS MARKING MY SHOULDER BLADES ON MY LEAN BUILD TELLS ALL WHO I AM TO BECOME. With his long, lean frame, Osiris was built for speed and agility rather than strength - though, if trained properly, this tom could probably fill out a bit more; his pampered lifestyle has left him a bit slimmer than most Cult cats, who have to do most, if not all things, by themselves; therefore gaining a substantial amount of muscle at a rather early age. Osiris hasn't experienced this yet, but in order to prepare him for the rank of pharoah, it has to be done - and soon. His shoulders are thin, without that broad quality that a warrior might have, and his chest is slight, with a ribcage so narrow, it's almost nonexistant. His tail is rather short, which gives him excellent balance - all in all, this is an efficiently built tom, but with room for improvement. Yes, most definitely. A pale gold pelt swaddles this tom's slim frame, lightening to a mottled beige on his paws and muzzle, as well as underneath his chin, yet darkening to a rusty-brown stripe on his back. This stripe stretches up the back of his neck, fades a bit, then caps the top of his head with mottled fur. The ironic thing is, however, that the stripes adorning his pelt seem to darken on the pallid patches of fur, and similarly, lighten on the darker patches; almost to a washed-out, faded state. These stripes vary from a dusky tan, an unusual ginger, and even a chocolate brown - it all depends on where you look. He's always been proud of his pelt - with its golden color, he has always associated it with the sun, and in turn, the sun god, Ra. It also gives him a princely appearance - or so he thinks - and Osiris really does appreciate that. His ears are of average size, but taper very sharply on the tips, giving him a rather devilish appearance. They are usually perked up, unusually attentive, which helps bring out the almond up-tilt of his eyes. A dull green color, like the murky surface of a swamp, this Praadu's eyes are rather unusual, but not exactly good-looking. Just... mysterious, like the center of a fog. His whiskers, which frame a peachy, perfectly-shaped nose, are a pure white and freakishly long - but most certainly not thick. More like a spray of mist, or multiple strands of cobwebs, than actual whiskers. Let no one stand in our way… EVEN WHEN MY FAMILY IS PHAE ISIS, PRAA MONTHU, AND SET AND MY FRIENDS ARE FEW AND MY ENEMIES MAYBE SET MY PAST BEHIND ME AND MY FUTURE IS IN FRONT OF ME To make a long story short, Osiris was born to Praa Monthu and Phae Isis (the pharoah of the Cult and his queen), the second-born son and yet, the one and only heir to the throne. The first-born son, you see, who - as the tradition goes - should of been chosen as Praadu instead of his brother, was weak and sickly. So weak and sickly, in fact, that the pharoah - who expected the elder, named Set, to die - reached a compromise: Osiris, as he was the healthier one and, despite his younger age, seemed most likely to survive, was made Praadu. Set, as a consequence, was stripped of his potential high position, but instead of dying the next day like they thought he would, the tom pulled through. A moon later, Set was just as healthy as his brother - maybe even healthier - and Osiris, who was just as ruthless as a young kit, was furious. He didn't show his brother this, of course, but it still got to him. Sure, the golden tom would play with the eldest, like most siblings do, but there was always a malicious aura about the Praadu - he was afraid that Set would try to take his place as Praadu away from him, and honestly, that was all he had. Eventually, he didn't talk to his brother at all, except to mock him about his lost position. 'You never deserved it', he would sneer, that arrogant smirk plastered on his face. 'The gods took it away from you, but let you live anyway, so that you could wallow in your unworthy filth for the rest of your puny life.' But behind the Praadu's back, where they thought he couldn't hear them, many cats muttered that Osiris (who had gained his position by mere chance) wasn't the proper choice for Praadu - that Set was indeed born to lead, and his sickness was merely a fluke, not a sign from the gods. They wouldn't dare challenge the pharoah, of course, but they had their opinions. Perhaps this is the cause of the tom's insecurity, as well as the unusually powerful grudge he holds against his brother; perhaps not. Either way, he is who he is, and as the moons go by, Osiris struggles to surpass his brother. Password: ************ You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me -x-x-x- COMPLETE.

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

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