✧ Do not go gentle into that good night ✧

Name : Ephram (Eh-ff-ruh-am)

Interpretation : He was given this name after he was captured and sold in order to better hide his identity. He doesn't have a last name because of this and can't remember his actual name. Ephram means "Fruitful" in tribute to how much he has to offer.


Past Name : Aarun Skies

Interpretation : His mother had always adored the name Aaron as it was the name of her father. Before the birth, she requested for one of her children to have the name. It was given to the secondborn and runt, in hopes that his mother's spirit would guide him to health.

Nicknames : None yet!

Age : 20 Years

Birth date : April 20th
Zodiac : Taurus

Sex : Male

Gender Identity : Male - Although he has a rather feminine frame, he identifies as a male and does anything in his power to prove his masculinity.

Rank : Slave

Past Location : Noble housing

✧ Old age should burn and rave at close of day ✧

Notable Features : { Luxurious tail | Chilling eyes }
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{ Luxurious tail } - [ Truly a tail to marvel at. Even at his current status of a slave, he makes sure to groom his tail daily. When ever he is nervous, he will run his fingers through his tail. It's a nervous tick he has, but it doesn't do any harm and actually benefits the lengthy tail. Such a tail makes it obvious that he wasn't born into the life of a slave and rather one of high roots. How else would he have such a purebred pelt?  ]

{ Chilling eyes } - [ His eyes could cut through stone, they say. He goes very quickly on the slave market because of his pelt and especially his diamond eyes. They can send shivers down your spine once he glares in your direction. ]

Accessories : { Shackles }

[ Shackles ] - [ Due to his position as a slave, he really has no access to true accessories. They are all stolen and sold elsewhere, so he doesn't bother with keeping them anymore. The only thing he really has is his shackles from his most recent capture. After his keeper died, he was bound and put back up for sale. All because of some violent outbursts, they shackled him and was sold without receiving the key. Overtime, he wore the chains out and had full use of his limbs, but is still searching for the key that will set him free. The fur around his wrists and ankles has been rubbed off and his skin is very scarred. At times, they may begin to bleed. When feeling spiteful, he will act like they are still chained to get out of labor. ]
 

Disabilities / Scars :

⦁ [ Intermittent Explosive Disorder ] - { After such trauma of being sold on the slave market, he suddenly snapped. Now, he may have fits of violent anger out of blind rage. It could be small things that can trigger such a reaction, but Ephram always regrets it afterwards. His heart is pure but he is blind by his own spite and anger. He doesn't want to be caged like a bird, and expressed his wrath through these short outbursts. }

⦁ [ Head scar ] - { Covered by his hair, there is an unnatural scar on the back of his head. It hasn't left him since the 10 years ago that it was inflicted. The man who captured him to be on the slave market hit him in the back of his head to knock him unconscious. Because of this, Ephram is very sensitive about others touching his head.}

⦁ [ Shoulder Brand ] - { After being bought by his first keeper, they branded him to show their ownership. It is their symbol, a circle with an 'X' in the middle. It is very sensitive and painful to the touch, even after all of these years. }

Breed : Ragdoll X Unknown (Serval? Something wildy exotic.)
Body Type : Slender and rather feminine.
Fur Length: Long and sheds constantly.
Fur Type: Soft and very welcoming, some rumor it's as if touching angel hair.
Scent : He often smells like Vanilla, but no one is quite sure how he gets a hold of such a scent.
Walk: Despite being a slave, his steps are very pompous and full of dignity.

✧ Rage, rage against the dying of the light ✧

The line between brave and stupid is very thin for Ephram. He doesn't often think before he acts, and it gets him into lots of trouble. His bravery is root for all of his rebellious and spiteful acts. It creates a fire in his belly and keeps him grinning through his strife as a slave. It isn't the best life, but he plans to make the best of it.

Even through all of his flaws, Ephram has the soul of his mother. She was kind and loving, and he shows the same gentle touch. He will cradle children and lend a paw to any cat in need. As someone who wants to be helped, he is sometimes found helping others instead. It isn't often, but whenever he is feeling truly kind, he will show his gentle side.

Ephram may shrug his forgiveness off as not much, but he is constantly forgiving others of their mistakes. He would never be kind about it, but he knows just how easy it is to make mistakes. He doesn't expect anyone to be perfect, so forgiving it easy. If they mess with his pride and dignity though, it make take much longer for him to forgive.

Despite being in such a bad position, Ephram loves to smile. He will smile to spite his master and just to feel the happiness. He goes by the motto, "Fake it 'til you make it." He feels like he can spread something more meaningful than anger, especially after one of his outbursts. It may not be the most heartfelt thing, but he will comfort anyone in need.

Although he secretly enjoys comforting others, it never appeals to him to save a life. If it's a life or death situation, he will run. He doesn't like being responsible for someone elses life and will often back out of most situations. In the end, he only cares about his own life. Perhaps he'll meet the right tom and finally feel protective of something. But for now, he only wishes to keep himself alive.

He was raised as a spoiled child, even after becoming a slave. He took up his own pompous ways after not getting the things he wants. He will have a sorry awakening if he gets a new owner who is more harsh and actually willing to give him a few lashes. But until then, his pride and dignity remain strong against the odds.

Physically and emotionally, Ephram is a very weak lad. He was never forced into much labor and his mentality is weak. He will sometimes experiences Depersonalization, which he cannot handle to go through alone. This usually happens after an outburst and be begins to regret what he has done. That is his weakest point, and when he cannot do something, he will relapse into that pitiful state.

Most of the things he does in life is just to spite his owner and most of the cats he knows. He wants to make them feel bad for doing nothing while he is sold like cattle. He will do everything in his power just to get under their skin and make them regret meeting him. This happens to nearly all the cats he comes into contact with. This explains why can barely keep a friendship.

As a slave, this is absolutely the worst trait you can have. He had an easy life previously, and being thrown into such pain wasn't easy. He still has the spirit of a fighter and will not give up easily, even after lashes. His stubborn soul is his largest flaw and often gets him thrown in a cage or worse. Nothing can break his temper, and he won't be giving up anytime soon.

✧ I close my eyes and see everything ✧

✦ Noble Birth ✦

Two twins were born into a small noble family. They were rich, as their mother served as a royal advisor. Their mother was beautiful and exotic she-cat, who wildly resembled a jaguar. She was kind and loving, and accepted anyone who came to her. Her name was Judice. She was smart and an idol to many, who married an idiot tom. He was called Harold Skies, who fell in love at first sight. He was a handsome ragdoll fellow, also of a high class but not quite as much as his lovely wife. She knew she was pregnant only days after the twins were conceived, just by pure feeling. Though, when she gave birth, she did not survive. It wasn't unusual for mothers to die, especially with twins. She had requested that one be named Aarun in tribute to her father. They respected her wishes even after death, and gave the name to the underdog of the litter.

Little Aarun was constantly sickly, so they had to keep him from his brother often. They grew up without a mother, but their father had plenty of slaves to help raise the children. They were more mothers to the bratty kids than anyone else could have been. Aarun was only 7 years old when tragedy struck, separating him from his family forever.

✦ Blood Betrayal ✦

One evening while out shopping, the two twins scampered away from the servant sent to get food. They were chasing after a butterfly, and nearly got caught by guards and put in the orphanage. Sadly enough, they were found by someone even worse. It was a slave keeper who worked actively with the slave market, and the instant he saw their exotic pelts, he knew they would be worth so much gold. It only took a knock with the hilt of his sword to knock both of them out. Their tiny skulls were still developing, and such a powerful hit really hurt the two kittens. They were taken and thrown in cages, where only one drowsily awoke with a throbbing head. Aarun's head had dried blood caked all over it, which thankfully Tempry couldn't see through the darkness. Tempry could barely speak as he was in so much confusion or horror. Aarun hadn't awoken, and he couldn't even remember if his brother was with him or not. It only took a few long stretches for him to flip the lock on the crate he was in. He instantly took off running, unknowingly leaving his unconscious brother behind. Aarun awoke frightened and alone, but was quickly taken to be cleaned and stripped of all his valuable items.

He was put up on the market, horrified to see the cats beside him. They all looked like ghosts. Starved and scarred, they were void of expression. He was horrified from the bottom of his heart, but many of the older slaves tried to step up in front of him when the harsher masters came looking. They wanted to protect his youth for as long as possible. He was clean and unscathed, and many of the she-cats broke into tears seeing a kitten there. It was obvious that he was separated from his mother, which probably brought horrible memories upon these slave she-cats. It was a young man that stepped forward, very youthful and bright. He outstretched a paw to Aarun (now Emphram), and saved him from the slums of the slave market.

✦ Gold and Silk ✦

The man who saved him went by the name of Killian, and he was so kind and doting to the kitten. He was rich and had multiple servants. He only chose the slave boy for his exotic pelt and shimmering eyes. Something so beautiful could really lighten up the house. The reality of it all was Killian himself couldn't produce offspring, so he had been keeping an eye out for the most beautiful son or daughter he could find. A slave was perfect, instead of an orphan. With a slave, he could throw the boy in a cage without anyone batting an eyelash. Even though he did punish Ephram, Killian never laid a single paw on the kitten. The only time he even got close was when he branded the kitten. Ephram screamed and cried, but was too small to get out of Killian's grip. He still wears the burn symbol to this day.

Besides for that and a few punishments where he was thrown into rocks or snow, he lived a very pampered and luxurious life. He slept in a very large and comfortable bed, with fresh linens and always a fresh food awaiting him. Everything was gold and silk and he loved it.

12 years past, and Killian was cuddling his precious doll when another disaster struck. An assassin came, slitting his throat without a second thought. The assassin didn't flee quickly after the dead, no, they waited. They watched from a distance as Ephram awoke to a cold body, his own body covered in blood. This assassin had created a life full of strife for the pampered pet. They slipped away into the night, and Ephram ran through the house, screaming for help. The servants and everyone in the household blamed Ephram as the murderer and sent him back into the slave market. The poor boy started getting violent as they carried him away, screeching obscenities and foul words.

✦ Only worth a dime ✦

He is currently back up on the slave market. Although he may look like a doll, his temper is more raging than ever. Buying this slave will be easy, but handling him will be another story. Do you have the guts to tame this wild boy? (Hehe, whoever purchases him, I can't wait to plot and RP with you!)

✧ A man dies still if he has done nothing ✧

Mother : Judice Skies - Middle Class - Deceased
Father : Harold Skies - Middle Class - Alive
Brother :
Tempry Skies - Middle Class - Alive
Mate : N/A
Kittens : N/A

Current Attractions : N/A
Past Attractions : N/A

Soul Mate : N/A
Best Friend : N/A

Sexuality : Pansexual / Homoromantic
Liked Traits for a Mate : Someone who doesn't try to control him completely. Someone patient and willing to treat him like a prince.
Disliked Traits for a Mate : Someone abusive and cruel. Someone who tries to be dominant over him.
Sexual Status : Virgin

First Kiss : None
First Love : None

✧ As one who has done much ✧

Themes : TBD
Voice actor : TBD
Relationships : CHART LINK HERE

Stats :
Stamina - 4/10
Speed - 6/10
Intellect - 4/10
Charisma - 8/10
Defense - 4/10
Offense - 5/10
Mental Strength - 7/10
Physical Strength - 3/10
Compassion - 4/10
Loyalty - 2/10
Dignity - 9/10

Hobbies :

Stargazing - [ "Ah, see that? It's the big dipper! ...My favorite." ]

Sewing - [ "H-huh? Who told you that? I mean, really though, who isn't a fan of cross-stitching?" ]

Thievery - [ "I can't help it, honest! I don't have much and when I see a shiny bracelet..." ]

Running - [ "Haha, feel that? The wind through your hair? There's nothing better!" ]

Likes :

Fireflies - [ "Little stars who got lonely. I relate to them, and they always come visit me in the cage." ]

Sunshine - [ "Feeling the rays on my fur makes me kind of glad to be here." ]

Alcohol - [ "I-I don't know what it tastes like, but I know someone who says it takes away the pain." ]

Shiny Things - [ "Huh, I just feel attracted to everything that shines." ]

Dislikes :

Winter - [ "Winter is the worst. My owner would leave me outside on the coldest nights. Snow isn't so fun anymore." ]

Blood - [ "It only means pain and suffering. I can't stand the smell." ]

Liars - [ "Tell me the truth or don't talk at all." ]

Fun Facts / Quirks :
-When hiding something, He cannot keep still.
-At all costs, don't ruffle his hair or touch his head at all.
-Talk of gold gets him flustered.
-He uses medieval curse words every other sentence.
-His biggest soft spot is for kittens, especially orphans.
-He gets nosebleeds very often, and is known to faint if it isn't treated quickly.
-Will go outside and sit down in puddles, and loves to sit in the rain.
-Constantly trying to run, wherever he is.

Goals :
-Meet the royal family.
-Wear lavish clothes in the castle.
-Be a father.
-Find his twin, Tempry.

Accomplished Goals :
- None!

Wish List :
-Everything gold!

Fears :

-Snow || "I remember...my toes turning blue..."

-Slugs || "...Gooey, slimey, and evil!"

-Brands/Fire || "I don't think I've ever endured more pain than wearing the symbol of a slave."

✧ Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay ✧

Roleplay example: [ Honestly, it depends on the other roleplayer. I'm known to go on all levels of literacy, but I have a firm disbelief in Script and one-liner roleplay. The example is a regular reply, although it also depends on my interest or will. Some replies might be smaller than others, while some might be longer. ]

[ Kejeli with Kemikali | The-Hidden-Key ]
Pushing off of the tree, he hit the ground with a soft thud, his paw pads tingling with adrenaline. Kejeli had missed a prime opportunity to land on top of Kal from above, squishing him like the earlier incident. "I'm sorry, Pretty Boy, but you can get your revenge later. Right now I just need you to..." Using all of his strength, the tom attempted to shove the tom behind the tree, shielding him from the poachers. Of course they could run, but there was a good chance those stupid humans would fire frantically in attempt to kill one of them if there were any sudden movements. Kejeli could only pray they didn't hear the trap going off, or saw the both of them. Placing his paw on Kal's shoulder, his flame-like eyes bore into the crystal ones he knew so well.

A gun cocked in the distance, but Kejeli couldn't hear it over the sound of his own heart. It thundered in his chest, the blood rushing throughout his body. Letting out a soft gasp, he finally let out the words he had been holding onto. "Pretty Boy, You've messed me up. I-i think about you when I close my eyes and when I open them for another day. It's really screwed up my game with the ladies." His claws tightened on Kemikali's shoulders, trying to keep the tone light. "I feel...different when I'm around you." Kejeli could nearly feel the poachers take aim on him, the rustling finally going quiet. "You're so stupid and beautiful, Kal." Closing his eyes, he pressed his head to the crimson toms, digging his claws deeper into the tom's pelt. It was clear he was scared, but it seemed at the same time as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He lifted his head to look into Kemikali's eyes, searching for an emotion, an expression, a reaction, anything. "I think..."

"I think I lov-" BANG

The next two noises were not expected; not meant to interrupt the confession. The first, an awful, ear ringing noise that cracked through the air. The moment the bullet left the barrel of the rifle, Kejeli knew he was the target. Pushing the tribe cat away from himself, the tom attempted to fall backwards to dodge the bullet. The second noise was the worst out of the two. It was the moment of silence between the time the bullet hit Kejeli in the head and when he hit the ground. That moment of silence was the most horrifying moment of the golden cheetah's life. He stared the tom he loved in the eyes as his own blood splattered on the tree that hid him. Shock hid the pain, but his expression was that of a pained smile. That silence felt like it lasted a moon, between the terrified coalition tom and the hidden tribe cat. He couldn't hear anything, but simply felt his body go limp as it made contact with the ground.

Laying there, blood dribbled out of his head, staining the ground beneath him. Kejeli tried to focus on Kemikali, begging whatever god watched over him to let him say goodbye. Just as the pain hit him, his body shook lightly. Fading in and out of consciousness, the tom strained his paw forward, placing it limply onto Kal's. It was the same action Visuka did as his mate burned to death, resulting in his own burnt paw. It made the pain not so hard to endure, knowing that there was someone else there. Someone who was important; someone who broke through his cold heart to show something more.

Everything had happened so fast compared to how it was in Kejeli's mind. It was only a few seconds of consciousness before he gave into the crimson darkness.
I'm so sorry, Pretty Boy.

Skype: Yes! My favorite media to roleplay over. Simply ask for my skype and i'll happily give it!
Notes: Sure! Though, I've had bad experiences with note roleplay before, be it from DA glitching or simply forgetting about it.
Chatroom: Not prefered, but I'm always up for a good roleplay in a chatroom.
Google Docs: I've never done such a thing, though, I'd love to try!

✧ Do not go gentle into that good night. ✧