Navarre

[Sheer]

Name: Navarre
Gender: Tom
Moons: 39 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan/Land: Other
Description:

Navarre is an Abyssinian cat so he's slim and lithe. His fur is a dusky copper dusted with gray. He's not really that old, but the gray in his fur make's him look a bit ragged. His fur is medium in length and dense and silky to the touch. His fur also has a black ticking pattern. His ears are ragged with a few scars that aren't quite covered up by his pelt. He's been caught up in a few fights even though he prefers not to fight over what he sees as "pesky politics". The backs of his ears are grayish that melt into the rust color of the rest of his pelt. His eyes are amber flecked with green

Picture: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/28/Blue_Abyssinian_Cat_in_Tree.Idsfa.jpg
History // Past:

Navarre was born in a ways up river. He was born into a large family which were they're own sort of clan. They where peaceful and pacifist, fighting was a strict taboo. Navarre had two sisters and a brother along with him in the litter. He was always the quiet one who didn't like being around other cats. He'd rather sit in a dark den alone then play with the other kits. So it has become a habit to rarely talk. His family however never gave up in trying to drag him out because they someone got it into their head that "he doesn't really want to be alone, he's just scared". So they thought up a nickname for him: Navi. Now it's something he tries to keep strictly under wraps. When he was past one year old he started to get tired of his family's pacifist ways, as a logician he believes that claws and fangs are there for a reason: to be used. The constant life around others sent him plunging into a deep depression to the point where he almost rejected his race. He still sometimes feels hollow inside but has more or less recovered. His vacant and unresponsitive eyes are a symbol of a long period of suffering So after a long conference Navarre decided to head down river to see what he could find down there. The journey, though relatively dull was one of the most enjoyable times of his life. Walking alone, in silence, with no one around, total bliss for Navi who slowly but surely regained his right mind. So to say that he was a bit disappointed when he found other cats around the lake. Losing interest in traveling he decides to stay here as a spy for hire. But he still ponders whether it's better to join a clan aside of him despising politics.

Personality:

Navarre is a professional and master spy so he's very stealthy. He speaks quietly and carefully observing every aspect of the cats he meet. He isn't usually very psyched about fighting but he's not by any means lazy. Being a professional spy he can find information from anyone and everyone. He always goes for the source of the info and he can get himself to be accepted by anyone and get close to any information holder too. He's usually quite polite on first glance and usually doesn't state his ideas first. He also keeps a very expressionless face. Basically he's a safe for information, any secret stays safe with him. Navarre has developed a habit of making his sentences one to two words long and if what he's trying to say takes more words then that he pauses between them.

Role Playing Example:

"Hey Navi!" A silver tabby came up and sat down next to him. "Streak?" Navi answered in his usual single word response. "You've been staring into no where since forever! Your going to wear your eyes out if you keep staring at the sun. Let me guess your depressed? Last time you felt depressed you went on a three day walk in the forest!" Navarre didn't answer his nosy emotionally controlled litter mate of a brother. "I'm going down there." He finally answered. Streak jumped back, "Wait, you mean down stream?!" Navarre nodded casually bracing himself for an emotional outburst from Streak and sure enough it came. "Navarre!! How can you think of such a thing?!" That's not good, he only uses my full name when he's serious. I hate it when he's serious, it's even worse then one of his emotional meltdowns. Navarre thought starting to get annoyed. "Leave it." he mewed keeping the tension out of his voice. "But-but...why?! Let me guess your bored?" Streak frantically reasoned. "Exactly" Navarre answered preparing himself for a long explanation of things Streak can't possibly understand

Theme Song: Never Too Late
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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