Isis_Cult Of Ivory Feather

[flint]

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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 Isis I AM PROUD TO SERVE AS Phae FOR Ra AND MY PHARAOH Though our weaknesses are many and our strength is countless, We are anointed with their powers. GOD WHOM I WORSHIP Ra WHOSE Nobility MAKESME STRONGER BUT MY Distrust MAKESME STUMBLE I AM STILL THE CAT I WAS MEANT TO BE. Isis has always been a slight bit on the careful side. She's cautious and wary, but of course, this never strikes her harshly. She's kind and caring, and always quiet when the cruel realities of the world catch up to her in decisions. Isis always has a word of wise advice to give, and she tends to gravitate toward trustworthy friends. She's never been a lone,r and never will. She can get lonely sometimes, though, and this drives her to get out. She's determined and hardworking, and she always makes sure her plans work. Never before has she had a massive failure, and she prays she never will. It would never crush her spirit, but it might just hurt her mind. She's innocent enough, and hates being cruel. She's an honorable young cat, and always loves to make good choices- and show that she made them. My Drive To Succeed KEEPS ME ALIVE THOUGH THINGS I DISLIKE ARE MANY Cruelty, Torture, Innocent Bloodshed THE THINGS I LIKE ARE GREATER Water/Swimming, Running, Tracking, Anything Athletic We are strong and full of the life the gods have blessed us with WHEN MY PELT IS Short, Smooth, and Snow White AND MY EYES ARE Striking Amber IT SETS ME APART FROM THOSE ON THE OUTSIDE THE Curved Scars ON MY Lanky, Lithe Body TELLS ALL WHO I AM TO BECOME. Isis is tall and thin, lanky and lithe, giving her a definitely agile appearance. Her legs are long and slim, and her paws are perfectly proportioned, giving her excellent range of speed. Her muscles are not thick and prominent, but definitely built and certainly there. Her slim build gives her that certain feminine beauty that hardly any other cat can get. Her thin body is covered in a sleek, crystal white pelt. It glitters in the sun as though it were a sprakling diamond, and ripples over her muscles like gentle water. Her pelt is so smooth, which gives it it's sleek shine. Long flowing whiskers sprout from either side of a perfectly formed muzzle, under a light bubble-gum pink nose. Her pawpads are a light, dusted pink, and her eyes are the clearest amber... Like amber resin, they seem to reflect everything and gives it such the beautiful shine... They're flecked gold around the middle, which gives them even more depth. Let no one stand in our way… EVEN WHEN MY FAMILY IS Mouak, Tao, AND MY FRIENDS ARE Few That I Can Call True AND MY ENEMIES MAYBE Few MY PAST BEHIND ME AND MY FUTURE IS IN FRONT OF ME As a kitten, she was born into the Cult to a family that loved her, but could really care less about the Cult Laws and general affairs. When she was pinpointed as the Phaedu, her parents immediately decided to take action. In the dead of night, they took their only kit and planned on dumping her off near some loners or something, so that she could live away from the Cult life. She, of vourse, tried to run back after them after they ditched her, and her father gave her a rough push, not knowing about the cliff that was hidden in the darkness. Over the edge went their pretty white kit, and into the waiting water below. The current wasn't strong, but Isis managed to swim it as easily as a fish. She reached the bank and curled up, sopping wet, in the chilly night air. Her parents, horrified at what they'd done (thinking they'd killed their young kitten) rushed back to the Cult and set things up to make everyone think a fox had stolen Isis. Meanwhile, the white kit (who didn't care much for pitch darkness) was now pacing the water's edge, singing softly to herself to fight away the fears of the shadows and the unknown. Discovering she had a talent for singing, she used this to motivate herself to find a way out and back to the Cult. When she arrived, she was soaking wet, her fur plastered against her, singing soft songs of death and love and hatred, looking for all the world like a ghost. She explained to any cat that would listen, what her parents had done to her, not knowing it was a mistake that she'd been pushed over the edge. Her parents were thus executed, and she became the Phaedu, and eventually the Phae. She's held her talent for singing and swimming, and has become a lovely young she-cat indeed, though her parent's mistakes always remind her to never be bloodthirsty or cruel. 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.

[hades]

Friendly Critique!

[brackengaze]

Hiya Flint,

Good bio, but your cat is missing a major flaw. And if there is one and I am missing it, please tell me what it is. Otherwise, please add one. your cat is on the verge of being rather... *cough* perfect.