Umbra // Rogue

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Name: Umbra
Rank: None
Clan: Rogue
Gender: Female
Age: 46 Moons

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Physical Description:

Beginning
Frame is of a litheish [is that a word?] build, legs inacurately sized for the build of a femme. Rather, they would appear long, however the thickness of it deters the mind from height and focuses on the muscle hidden beneath. Shoulders are minorly broad, however the majority of the neck and body are oversize, but not thick/made majorly of fat. Rather, this is muscle, and fur. Tail is long, as should be for a feline, though slim as a regular tail as opposed to being thick or bigger than her body. Ears strike a triangular poise, rounded at the tips rather than coming to a point and wide at the bases.

Middle
Fur is supposed to be colored a silver color, yet a coat of black covers this. Markings of a gray darker than the silver make up the bengal markings, with only a few white features. Such features are the white muzzle, and paws dipped in white. Upon the front two paws, the dip only extends slightly over her toes, while on the rear it appears more of a sock. Claws are colored a pale yellow, not really kempt, yet sharp regardless. Fangs are sharp aswell, yet not quite as used at the claws, thus making them a slightly whiter color.

End
Eyes are wide in shape, though iris is fairly small, yet sight is not impeded. Placed semi-close to each other, and colored a dark army green. Whiskers hit a nice brownish colour, complying to a dirtbrown. Nose and inner ears are each of the same shade of light pink, tinted only slightly different. As an added bonus to her normality, pelt was modified with fibers which change color to blend into the surrounding, projecting the false image that there is not feline there. This is true on every part of her body, even pads and eyes, and all other minorities.

Personality:

She-cat is cold, to say the least. Usually keeping to herself, Umbra is no exception for anti-social, though the Band appears to be the only ones she's generally close to. Often times found sitting about camp, either sunning herself or out on a patrol. Perfering ColdClan cats the most, she dislikes the other Clans much greatly. This is at first glance, and usually Umbra is cold to new cats, or the elderly.

Having a soft spot for the young, Umbra very much enjoys playing with kits [if there happen to be any] and the apprentices. Reason being so, Umbra lost a very young sibling growing up. Moving on, once you get to know Umbra, she's very apathetic, and hides her emotions well. Very few cats willl she talk to about her problems, worries, or thoughts- whichever's on her mind.

Being empathetic-like, though, is the catch. Umbra knows when you ae lying, what you really think, and all the fun things you never want anyone to find out about. All in just a stare. This being so, Umbra is somewhat a spy for the rogues when need be. Umbra is indifferent on the matter, but has never actually been asked to use the mutation as something like a weapon. Moreoverly, Umbra really isn't evil, and has the distinction between right and wrong, although her bitter and cold outer shell give on the impression of such.

History:

Terror Before the Tragedy
Desperate cries rose about the bedlam, hands tinted both pale and golden sweeping about the kitten, a confused daze. Spells racked the body, bright lights searing into her flesh. When would the terror end? Still more voices, talking and saying things in tongues different to her own. Slolwy conciousness faded as a soothing gas crept into the nostrils, sending eyelids fluttering down as the most painful spasm of all struck the kit like lightning, quick sharp jabs evident to her mind regardless of mind state. Then it all ceased, and the lights grew dim, she thought. Eyes slowly opened to a dark space.. crippled, limp, and rotting corpses barely visable through the gloom before again the kit passed out.

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Five moons later

After Chaos
Blinding beams stuck the cat, a sharp hiss expelling from the lungs. Head shot forward like a striking cobra, lashing out to sink into the nearest yellow gripping thing. Meeting the mark, blood pulsed from the puncture, angry screams meeting her ears. Peaks flattened themselves, while the fur stuck up vehemently. Vocals struck a high chord as a deep snarl erupted from the throat once more, causing an uproar in the assembly of the white-coated two-legs, with their goggles and masks and gloves. Something sharp cut into the rump of the cat, who tried to spin only to be twarted by more marigold hands pressing her into the steel table. Then, more blackness.

Needles and Testtubes
Raw material were placed upon the creature displaying insanity, writhing like a mad beast upon the iron table coated in anti-septics. Voices so smooth, and angering began to speak. From what the cat knew, they were talking about her... the insane creature fighting for dear life upon the table. Then one spoke above the rest, silencing the chatter with a minute cough.
"Experiment 164, Subject Umbra. Sedate her."
Ears flickered, eyes growing slightly in panic. Who was this Umbra... and sedate? It didn't sound pleasant. Nor was it, as the needle slowly crept into her neck, anger washing over her like a raging bear. Still she tried the futile escape, knowing the eyes upon her from the cages against the wall were sympathetic, and only understanding for her torture. Yet they weren't. They knew the pain, and had hated it so. They were glad not to be her at the moment, but they knew the pain, too.
The body was nu,b as they began, and slowly sleep began to fall over the cat. "Begin the testing."

On the Run
Paws moved rythmicly, a steady strumming upon the ground. Eyes were set ahead, the ground under her paws, the rugged Earth, a welcoming feeling from the metal. Thankful to Poison and Shadow, their riot had won their freedom as wanted. Ears flicked back, no remorse for their old home whatsoever. And that's the way it'd always be, Umbra promised herself. Silently, all along she'd wanted to die, in the days in the lab. But now that the nightmare was over, Umbra knew she'd begin a new life.

Bribing in persausion later...
Umbra shook her head, eyes cold and unrelenting. As the Clans had come around and offered her family to be apart of their family, and a warrior name, Umbra declined. Her name was not one of pleasant things but it gave her dignity, and a sense of belonging to her family. And her family. She didn't want to leave Drake, or Envy, or Pride. She would stay with the rogues.

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Other:

Umbra's been in animal-testing, which I failed to mention in her history. Later on she were used for chemical experiments, where the biochems from the testing of each subject fused, and created her current state-- somewhat able to alter her atomic makeup and blend in with her surroundings, though this is a dormant power. She cannot use it unless properlly utilized [aid from the two-legs]. Also, she can't read minds...

I copy/pasted the biography from True Destiny, where Umbra is one of the original mutants that escaped the lab..