Matias - Outsider - Svana's Group
Feb 14, 2019 0:16:41 GMT -6
Post by theatricals on Feb 14, 2019 0:16:41 GMT -6
NAME: Matias
AGE: 17 moons (at deletion)
AFFILIATION: Outsider, Svana's Group
IMMEDIATE KIN:
Naomi (mother)
Lionel (father)
Phoenix (foster mother)
Svana (foster mother)
Abril (sister)
Jonas (brother)
Lelio (brother)
Myra (sister)
BASIC APPEARANCE: Brown tabby tom with hazel eyes.
DETAILED APPEARANCE: With a very short and somewhat stocky stature, Matias can come across as quite amusing, with his clumsiness playing off of his appearance. He has long, thick brown tabby fur that gives him a rounder appearance, and paws that appear too large for his body. His pale hazel eyes blend in well with the lighter markings on his face.
PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: Eitt Með Mörg Nöfn. The strange words look foreign, but it simply translates to, “One With Many Names,“ which is as accurate as a calling Matias by his original name itself. He is the one that, despite having only one true identity, holds a different name for each cat that crosses his path. At the claws of an owl this little tom, once the kit of two experienced experiences, was ripped away from his family shortly after his birth and dropped at the paws of the one known as Svana; shortly after, he was given the name Fritjof, “One Who Steals Peace.” In his short experience the name Litla Bjorn, or “Little Bear” was also used as a substitute for his real name by his other family member, Phoenix. To everyone else, he is quite simply "Mati." In the circumstances that brought the three cats together, they had created a stronger bond which tied them together, closer than most families would ever dream of being. His social skills are less than exceptional, as he rarely ever leaves the safety of his home by the insistence that he would be safest when kept hidden from those who might do him or his family harm. Being completely dependent on Svana and Phoenix, he hasn’t come to know any others, and most definitely would have a hard time making friends if he ever did, as he has only known of this life and does not know any other way. His soul is as pure as it will ever be… he has yet to be spoiled by the blackest hearts in the forest, driven by revenge, lust, and frustration, and his large eyes represent that innocence. Twisted, corrupted—as all things in the world are, in a way. For now, this naïve little kit is safe inside his own world… at least until he is forced to give that up.