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"I walk in darkness to help you reach the light I twist the darkness to give you a better sight"
General
Name: Rot
Nicknames: --
Age: 52 moons
Relationship Status: Taken
Sexual Orientation: Biromantic Bisexual
Gender: Female
Education
Previous Mentor: --
Current Trainee: --
Overview Personality
Manipulative | Melodic | Controlling | Harsh | Persistent
Rot's personality has always been a mystery to others, even when her parents were alive they couldn't really figure out what kind of cat she was, whether she was kind, destructive, antisocial, they couldn't get a good read on her because she was always something different. It was like she was going through mood swings at random, but in actuality, she was just trying different things, seeing how she liked to interact with others. She was fully conscious of what she was doing and how she was acting and yet to others she seemed like she was bipolar or completely bonkers. Through her life she's tried different things, she's tried being nice to others, being aggressive, being antisocial, being overly social but over the years, she's cared less and less about interacting with others. They tended not to bring any harvest to her, they were just boring and none of her other techniques got her what she wanted. That is, until she found one that she liked. Manipulating others. It was like a mixture of some of the techniques she had used earlier in her life, except this actually got her what she wanted every single time. If she wanted a cat to do something, she could manipulate them into doing it, play on their sympathy, tug at their heart strings, if she wanted another cat to become something else than what they were personality wise, she could mold them, especially kits. Oh how she loved molding kits to do her bidding. They were like pieces of clay, she could mold them into whatever she wanted them to. And if they didn't work out how she wanted them to, she could just end them, devour them and leave no trace and just simply move on to the next. Of course that would be discovered and cause her to be banished for a short time until her own son was of a certain age, allowing her to come back into the Syndicate to begin molding him as well. Making him what he is today. And even though their relationship is faltering, she will still try to mold him.
Mental Age: 51 Moons
Psychiatric Complications: --
Phobias: --
Favorite Season: Leaf-fall
Favorite Food: Robin eggs
Favorite Word(s): Dearest
Favorite Sound: Cooing
Greatest Hope: To have her son look up to her like he once did
Greatest Strength: Her persuasive personality
Greatest Weakness: Her attachment to her son
Worst Nightmare: Nero ending up hating her
Deepest Darkest Secret: She eats the kits that don't turn out how she wants.
Most Treasured Memory: Being welcomed back into the Syndicate and seeing her son again.
Physical Traits
Breed: Norwegian Forestcat mixed with Maine Coon and perhaps a bit of Siberian
Fur Color: Soft Brown
Fur Texture: Sleek and Silky
Fur Length: Long
Markings: Black Marbling and Tabby, White Tuxedo, White Mittens, Boots, Muzzle and Blaze
Eye Color: Pear Green
Body Type: Large
Height: Average
Weight: Slightly Heavier than Average
Voice: Donna Murphy
Gait: Sure-Footed, almost Flirty
Scent: Moss, Lavender and faint Pine
Scars: None
Coordination: Good
Reflexes: Decent
Strength: Poor
Relationships
Family
Mother: Burmilia*
Father: Snap*
Brothers: --
Adoptive Brothers: --
Sisters: --
Adoptive Sisters: --
Sons: Nero
Daughters: --
Outside of Family
Friends: --
Best Friends: --
Neutral: --
Enemies: --
Nemesis: --
Crush: --
Significant Other: open
Other
Theme song: Words as Weapons
Poem Quote: "I walk in darkness to help you reach the light I twist the darkness to give you a better sight" - Edge Walker by Poet Destroyer {P.D.}
* -Dead
* -Missing
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