{TBO} - - - Saige // Neo Medic // Western Division

{ Statistics }

[ Out of 5 | Compared to others her age ]

　Strength // 2
　Attack // 2
　Mercy // 3
　Endurance // 1
　Speed // 2
　Tactics // 4.5

　Activity // 4
　Playfulness // 1
　Need for Affection // 1
　Affection // 1.5
　Need to Vocalize // 2
　Docility // 2.5
　Intelligence // 5
　Independence // 4
　Compatibility with other animals/cats // 2

{ Personality }

[ Strong-willed | Competitive | Logical | Coy | Ornery | Cynical ]

{ } || Strong-willed;; Um.

{ } || Competitive;; Um.

{ } || Logical;; Um.

{ } || Coy;; Um.

{ } || Ornery;; Um.

{ } || Cynical;; Um.

{ Backstory }

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{ Family }

Mother || Uh. Um.

Father || Uh. Um.

Mother || Uh. Um.

Sister || Uh. Um.

Brother || Uh. Um.

{ Blessing }

[ Mental: Time | Stopping Time | Level 1 | Level 2 | Level 3 | Level 4 ]

Level 1 | You can stop time for up to five minutes.

Level 2 | You can stop time for up to ten minutes.

Level 3 | You can stop time for up to fifteen minutes.

Level 4 | You can stop time for up to twenty minutes.

* Joined when Western Division was level 0

{ Other }

[ Trivia ]

Saige has partial albinism, which is the reason her eyes are red.

Due to this, she is also photosensitive, meaning it hurts to be out in the sun for very long.

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{ Memes & Things }

None yet.

{ Roleplay Sample }

The blue-gray tabby and white tom put one steady paw after another forward, a contented smile resting upon his muzzle. His turquoise gaze swept across Ezrael's Lake, a look as tranquil as the very Waters of Ezrael settled within it. Early morning light blanketed the horizon, and Farox found that not a single doubt was biting at his fur. The tom seemed to almost radiate confidence, recently-acquired spring-green wings stretching across his shoulders. He'd walked all night to get to where he was now, but he wasn't done yet.

The Green-Air veered off of the path he had taken up until now, turning towards Pheasant Woods to rest up for a bit and ingest some berries for hydration purposes. Activating his tattoo under the canopy of the trees, Farox scanned his surroundings for any trace of prey running rampant in the forest. Luminous eyes flitting this way and that, it wasn't long before he caught sight of something worth following up on.

His stomach churning in hunger, the bone-crafter summoned a light breeze to make sure that the wind wouldn't shift and betray his position to the rodent. Not having hunted recently, the tom found it refreshing to be feeding himself this time, and as he dropped into a hunter's crouch and inched towards the small animal, he found that his heart was racing. Now this was exciting.

Yet, as the Air-Triber came close enough to steal the inferior being's life away without a moment's doubt, he realized just how mundane the hunt really was. It was nothing to get stirred up over - hardly even a challenge, really.

Containing a sigh, Farox lunged forward, and in the blink of an eye, landed on top of the bushy-tailed creature, splayed paws armed with thorn-sharp claws pressed onto its neck. Narrowing his slitted eyes, the blue-gray tabby and white tom finished the deed, then watched as the squirrel's lifeblood slowly trickled out from its neck, forming a small crimson pool at the bone-crafter's paws.

After a short time spent cleaning himself up, the Green-Air scooped up the rodent and set off again. He had to hurry if he was to get to where he wanted before it was too late. Eyes reflecting the midday sun, he squinted, searching the horizon for any signs of other cats. Seeing none, he continued onward. Making good use of his windwalking ability to ensure his safety, he hurried across the Rolling Bridge, tail streaming behind him. Once he'd gotten all the way across, the bone-crafter hurried north, slowing only when his destination was finally within reach.

The Breathing Caldera. Both Earth- and Water-Tribers roamed this area often, or so he had heard, so naturally he came to this place in the hopes of meeting one. However, that hope was not general; there was only one cat, from just one of those tribes, whom he'd so wished to meet here: an Earth-Triber by the name of Shasta. She was . . . she meant a lot to him. The sepia-hued she-cat was probably the only cat in Nandryx who he cared about the way he did.

Letting out a soft sigh, the Green-Air took a few more steps forward until the soft sound of pawsteps invaded his ears. He blinked, raising his head as though he didn't quite believe it - wasn't quite sure that his senses were telling him the truth the first time. He couldn't exactly count on his nose at the moment, the squirrel's scent blocking out the smells of anything else. However, his eyes convinced him otherwise.

There she was. He could spot her earthy-colored pelt anywhere. Immediately, he set off towards her, the squirrel dangling awkwardly from his jaws as he ran. Once he finally reached her, he hastily set down the furry rodent and stood before the other feline, a glint in his eyes as he surveyed her appearance. "Fancy seeing you here," Farox mrrowed mischievously, a grin resting upon his muzzle. After a brief pause, he spoke up again, weaving his way around the other cat playfully. "Something seems different..."

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