{tGB} Ramilah - EXILE

Name| Ramilah

 Rah-mihl-ah
Meaning: Sand
Reason: Most likely given to her for her sandy-colored fur

Kit-Name| Star Sand

Star: Given to her by her father on the event of her birth
Sand: Given to her by her mother after her father left

Nicknames| N/A

Gender| Female

Birth Season| Autumn

Age| 2.5 years

Rank| Healer

Tribe| Light

Skill | Primary

Skill 1| Heart Monitor| Even from afar, you're able to sense the pulse of any living thing that you focus your attention on.
Skill 2| Know it All| Herbal and anatomical knowledge is now at your grasp!
Skill 3| Just a Flesh Wound| You're able to heal smaller wounds!
Skill 4| Steroids| You're now able to give a patient your own energy and strength to help them fight through it. Depending on what they’re going through, this can be very draining upon yourself.
Skill 5| CAT-Scan| When concentrating, you're now able see the internal workings of a cat, efficiently being able to get a better sense of what’s wrong. This makes it seem as if the wound was external rather than internal.
Skill 6| Bit more than a Flesh Wound| You're now able to heal larger and deeper visible wounds!
Skill 7| Multitasker | You're now able to heal wounds quicker - or even multiple cats at once.
Skill 8| Sedation | You're able to numb a patient's nervous system to make pain more bearable for them. More experiences healers will be able to completely knock out a cat using this skill.
Skill 9| Inside Out | You're now a skilled enough healer to mend things you can't see. Chemical imbalances in the brain, internal damage, broken bones and so forth are no longer an issue.

Mentor/Apprentice| N/A

Tattoo| Orange-Light

Appearance

Sand is a fairly tall she-cat, with short fur that somehow always manages to seem glossy more than anything else. She is always well-groomed, and generally carried an aloof, bored, or simply passive expression on her features. Her base fur color is a pale sandy one, with a slightly lighter underbelly/muzzle color and a bit of white on her muzzle, chest, and three of her four paws. She is covered in stripes of a tabby variety, that seem to be layered in three different colors: first, a tan-like color, then a darker brown that covers the majority of them, and finally, a coppery color that finds itself situated in the 'center' of the stripes. Her most distinctive markings are on her face - a dark diamond shape in the center of her forehead, two almost horn-like shapes on either side, and a dark cap on her nose. The skin that is exposed on her form (her nose, the insides of her ears, and her pawpads) are a greyish pink in color. Sand's eyes are of much the same variety: a muddy orange-brown in color, with a ring of pale orange around the pupil. While her body is free of scars, there are two noticeable differences on her form, a slight jagged edge of one ear, and a barely-noticeable crick in the tip of her tail where it was once broken and did not heal back correctly.

Breed: American Short Hair x Bengal x California Spangled
Height: 13.5" (14" at 2.5 years)
Weight: 10lbs
Fur length:  Short
Fur texture:  Smooth
Pattern:  Marbled Tabby
Coloration:  Sandy brown, Tan, Copper and Dark Brown, with white
Special features:  Crick in her tail-tip
Scars:  None
Eyes:  Muddy yellow
Scent: Springtime

[ PERSONALITY ]

 IMPERSONAL

Sand is very, very uninfluenced by her personal feelings on things for the most part. Her thoughts almost always tend to be objective, with no strings or attachments to her emotional stance, she’s been separating her emotions from her decisions for almost as long as she can remember - there remain only two cases where this is not the case. It is extremely rare for her to get so overwhelmed with emotion that she can’t can’t stop herself from letting them influence her decisions. She can seem almost detached from the world  in this sort of blunt practicality, but it allows her to make the decisions she needs to make. While this trait is strongest when she needs to make a decision - say, if two cats were falling over a cliff edge and she could only save one, or there was a piece of prey on the pile that two cats wanted - it can also be seen in her every day attitude, and keeps her emotionally isolated and makes it difficult for her to make friends.

RELIABLE

Her objectivity and sense of duty allow Sand to be quite the reliable cat. She is someone to be counted on, and any task that her paws are given is something she will carry out until its completion. Sand doesn’t find any reason to not be dependable, she’s had to take care of her sister since she was about 8 months old, and knows the necessity of getting things done and being able to take care of others. She never falters because of lack of will or determination to complete things, and if she ever does falter, it’s generally due to some sort of physical disability - she’s either injured, doesn’t have that skill, overpowered, etc. When this happens, she will usually try to find away around something. She’s a cat who can be trusted to keep a secret, to do honestly whatever is asked of her, though it is rare that she should preform a task for causes she does not deem appropriate, especially for those who she has little to no experience with. One thing is for certain, however, Sand will always do what needs to be done.

SKEPTICAL/CRITICAL

For Sand to accept something readily would be extremely out of character. It’s difficult to convince her to truly believe something, without any doubts, especially when it comes to changing something she’s known for so long. Sand is of the mentality that noting is certain, and so presenting something with certainly will not only make her have extreme reservations, but will also prompt her critical mind to go into overdrive. While the part of her mind that normally quietly analyzes a situation to determine of she thinks it’s worth accepting or not, the certainty of other cats - especially when the word ‘perfect’ is involved - can send her into a disapproving spiral where she will not only analyze but specifically look for faults within their statements or beliefs. Sand's skeptical nature can also be applied to certain aspects of tribe-life such as the belief in the spirits or after life. Not having grown up in a world where the spirits were much mentioned, she finds herself skeptical to the idea of their existence - surely, there is another explanation. While not curious, Sand will often question everything.

RESPECTFUL

Sand will treat every cat with respect almost instantly. Some with far more than others, but she is never disrespectful to any cat intentionally. She may not always think to spare their feelings but she is never intentionally rude - in fact, outside of being impersonal, she’s hardly rude at all. She will alway be polite to others. She will always treat her superiors with reverence and hold them in high esteem, listening and following suit to their requests and keeping her judgments to herself when they are concerned. She tries not to step on the toes of others and to treat her tribe mates and friends, and even the grangers she may come across with a sort of esteem, far preferring to overvalue them than undervalue, especially outwardly. She holds deep admiration for those in charge of the tribes, especially after her time watching the tribes function.

RESERVED

Perhaps because she tends to keep her emotions from affecting the majority of her daily life, Sand is slow to reveal her emotions or thoughts to others. She is naturally restrained when it comes to interacting with others, very rarely revealing bits of herself to them, though she will never actually lie should a direct question be asked. She tends to keep to herself and doesn’t speak up unless she finds she has something worthwhile to say. Even then, Sand isn’t one to drone on or talk about nothing, much less about herself. She’ll say what needs to be said, give an explanation, and hardly anything more. She doesn’t particularly like talking about the past or the future or what things will be like, especially because these imply change, and while she’s not one to necessarily avoid conversation, Sand much prefers to stay away from deep conversations or ones with actual meaning. Sharing tactics and all that is fine, but she doesn’t much like to divulge her thoughts onto others.

REALISTIC

On the optimist-pessimist scale, Sand falls very solidly on the spot of ‘realist’. She’s concerned with that is real an practical, not trying to put any positive or negative attributes onto things or putting fanciful thoughts or ideas on them. She hasn’t got much interest in fairy tales or creativity or such things, but prefers her stories be historical and her paw be solidly on the ground. She will always look for a practical solution to things, without trying to embellish them or look to solutions that may very well be a gamble. She likes to know the way things are and not leave anything up in the air, preferring to have reliable, tangible, real things over ideas that may-or-may not have any sort of affect on things. While she will try to get all the variables, she’s not likely to go chasing butterflies for something that may not be there. She’s got a practical idea of what can be achieved and what can be expected, and she’s not likely to ever wander from those unless evidence is presented to convince her otherwise.

CALLOUS/HONEST

As Sand keeps her emotions from interfering fight her daily life, she tends to expect the same of others. This can lead her to be a bit callous, not generally taking into account the emotions of others when she speaks or acts.  Compassion is an unknown trait for her, leaving her with little to no reason to truly try and sugar-coat anything, her words can be quite blunt. While she’s plenty aware that others do have emotions and that they do hold influence times (something she looks down on), and while she tends to think before she speaks, she holds little regard for the emotions of others in times of need. Should there be reason or not to do so, she will not spare the emotions of others in light of doing what needs to be done, or saying what needs to be said, She's never going to keep the truth from anycat, though she may prefer to avoid some topics. Sand will always speak honestly and bluntly.

Other Traits: Maternal, Close-Minded, Dedicated, Efficient, Practical, Throrough, Mature, Objective, Precise, Incurious, Sarcastic, Soft-Spoken, Complacent.

[ HISTORY ]

Prologue | Before the storm

 Titum and Berry’s relationship was never exactly the tale of Romeo and Juliet, but more of wrong-cat-right-time. Titums family was pressuring him to find a mate, someone to settle down with, find a family, and he was beginning to feel the desire to do so as well. As for Berry, well, for the she-cat it was love at first sight. She fell hard and quick, whole Titum, on the other hand, was more unsure. But she was there, and after a season or so, he grew to convince himself that the feelings he had for the She-Cat were, in fact, love.
They settled down rather quickly after that, finding a nice empty log beyond the mountains and making it their new home, and before the next season had passed, Berry wound up expecting kits. Things began to go downhill after that, though. Titum had been away more and more before her announcement, and while he seemed thrilled at the prospect of kits, there was something else in his eye. Berry hardly noticed though, too excited at the idea of raising its with the tom she was certain was the love of her life.

Chapter 1 |  Heaven has no rage like love turned to hatred

When the kits came, his presence in the lives increased again - no longer did he wander away for hours as she slept, only to return with pitiful amounts of prey. Berry assumed he was bad at hunting, and resolved to teach him when she taught the kits as well.
It was he who named the kits, the three tiny bundles curled up beside Berry. The pale grey tom who looked so much like his father gained the name Moon, the little she-cat who’s spelt was claimed by splashes of grey and tan, became Sun, and the third, the first-born and the one who looked so like her mother, became Star.
The three kits lived happily with their parents, playing in the log until they were old enough to explore the world beyond. Their father went out a lot and always brought back prey for them to play with, and their mother went out some, too.  When they reached about three months of age, things began to change. Their father had been going out more and more, some times he didn’t come back until the next day, and their mother was growing more and more concerned over his behavior. One day, shortly after the end of their first season, they heard their father telling Berry that he was leaving - for good. There was lots of screaming and yelling and when their father left, he bore the red marker of blood across his nose. Concerned that he wouldn’t slow down, wouldn’t come back to play with them, the three little kittens tumbled back into the log to find their mother sitting there broken-hearted and sobbing.
Soon after that, Star’s mother changed their names: Moon became Ash, Sun became Leaf, and Star became Sand.
From then on, their mother was different. She was a little harsher, and whenever Titum was brought up, her words would turn malicious. It was easy to see she hated the tom, and the kittens were soon to develop their own feelings of dislike toward him - he’d abandoned them, he was no-good. Their mother would tell them of what a bad cat he was, of how he’d tricked her, of how, while she loved them dearly, they would remain the only parts of him she could.
Sand found herself vowing that she would never let something like that to her. Not-Ever.

Chapter 2 | Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned

When the kittens turned 6 months old, markings began to appear on them in shades of black and grey. Leaf and Ash were overjoyed with theirs, a pretty shoulder swirl and a set of wings for them. Sand, however, was not of the same mind.
Her vow to separate herself entirely from her father was becoming more and more of a struggle, it seemed, as the same mark that had adorned his fur - the diamond and star - appeared on hers. She had little idea what they meant, as he mother had hardly ever mentioned tribes to the kits, but she knew enough to realize that it was going the change Berry's outlook on her. And sure enough, it did. Where, before, Berry had been a bit unstable, yes,  and harsh, she now became extremely cold towards Sand. Closed off, she hardly payed any attention to her look-alike daughter, and it was then that Sand's independence began to become vital to her survival, as when Berry hunted, she tended to only hunt enough for her other two offspring. Sand was determined, however, and she kept an eye on her mother, trained hard under her minimal tutelage, and found herself able to hunt fairly decently - she never went hungry for more than a day or two. Berry, too, was strange during this time, disappearing for hours and letting her kits play alone, returning with little prey and a crazed look in her eye. Sand couldn't help but notice her mother's strange behavior, though she had little interest in discovering why the feline acted in such a manner.
Before her third season came to a close, the young feline decided she wanted no more part in her mother's antics and one day, while Berry was out doing who knew what, Sand, too, left.
Life on her own was considerably more pleasing to the young cat, even if she was not on her own long. To be away from her mother's cold gaze and the nagging of her siblings was nothing short of one of the best things Sand was sure she could ever have hoped for. It was in this short expanse of time that the pale tabby stumbled across a scene she'd never thought to have encountered - there, outside what seemed to be some sort of den, lay Titum, dead and covered in blood. Beside him there lay another, a she-cat with a bright orange coat - the feline that Titum had left Berry for.  And there was no doubt about who had taken the life of the pair, not to Sand. The scent of blood had been unknown to her before now, but the scent of Berry was all too familiar. Her mother, though, was no where to be seen.
It was there that Sand found Peach.

Chapter 3 | I'll be Father and Mother to you

The little cat couldn't have been a season old, yet, and yet here she was, Parent-less. She looked far more like her mother than she did Titum, and perhaps that was why Sand decided she ought to care for the kit, though she was hardly more than one herself. And thus, with Sand not yet through her third season and Peach not yet through her first, life with Peach began.
It was interesting, having to care for one so much younger than her. Sand found herself no longer able to walk as far as she'd wanted, and instead made a makeshift den for the pair of them. Peach was her opposite in every way, bold, curious, a glutton for trouble, and always, always wandering off. To say that Sand enjoyed her company in the beginning would be a lie - she couldn't help but find herself irritated. And yet, the sense of duty that she owed to her kin, no matter how they were bound, kept her from abandoning the young she-cat. She hunted for the pair, uncertain at first that Peach would be old enough to eat it but determined none the less. She chased after the younger cat whenever she got into trouble or wandered to far. She cleaned up the younger one's fur that seemed to always be a mess, and tended to her wounds whenever she received any the best she could. Life with Peach was different than anything Sand could have ever expected.
And soon enough, she found herself genuinely caring for the smaller cat.
Though Sand had never been an up-close-and-personal kind of cat, she had no desire to express affection or even grow close to another, she found herself growing more and more attached to her half-sister, endearing the brightly-colored cat in her heart. She truly felt like a mother to the almost fox-colored cat, and it was with a sense of surprise that she one day realized that.
Not long after, Sand made Peach promise her something.
If we ever to get separated, we are to meet at the tribes.
They had no idea where said tribes were, and hardly knew anything about them, but Peach's curiosity for them had lead Sand to figure out as many stories about them as she could, and it seemed a decent enough meeting spot. Through these, she had learned that the pair of stars upon her form were the mark of the Light-Tribers, the healers - and later she came to learn of the poisoners, as well. Every night, the older feline made her sister repeat the words back to her, a devout promise to each other.

Chapter 4 | A promise kept

When the day came that Peach got her tattoo, Sand couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mingled with disappointment. Her little sister was growing up, it would not be long before she'd reach the age that Sand herself had been when she left her family. It was all the feline could do to hope that Peach wouldn't go the same way, despite the allure that Solitude had had on her.
There didn't seem to be much of a threat for that, though, and while her sister remained as wily as ever, Sand began to try to teach her the things she'd learned - how to hunt, in particular. Should anything happen, Sand didn't want Peach to be left to her own devices with no idea how to hunt or defend herself.
As they grew older, Sand found more stories of the tribes for her sister and with each tale she told it was all she could do to hope that they were not compelling enough to cause Peach to leave her for them. She'd long ago decided that if the younger of the two were to head in that direction, Sand would follow, but she had little to no desire to truly see what the tribes were about, knowing they'd be separated and entirely contented with how their life was now. She could not help but wish that Peach would stop constantly mucking up her fur and finding trouble, but those, too, she'd come to find endearing.
When the day came that Peach announced she wanted to go to the tribes, Sand had to admit she was disappointed. Still, she padded after her sister without a second glance at the home they'd be leaving, afraid of this new change but not at all willing to leave Peach to her own defenses.
They were on their way when the unthinkable happened. A storm hit, seemingly from nowhere, that left Sand calling to her sister to find shelter until she realized she couldn't see Peach anymore. The Black-Light pressed on, searching for her sister among the wind and the snow that threatened to sweep her paws out from under her until she collapsed under a fallen branch, no longer able to convince her legs to move in search of the young cat.
When she woke, the storm was over and her sister still nowhere to be found. Sand searched the area for almost a full season, looking for any hint of her kin before accepting that it might just be hopeless, and deciding to carry out the path.
They'd promised to meet at the tribes, so that was where she would go.
It did not take long to reach them, surprisingly, a pawful of days and she was there, among the hordes of cats, aghast at how unruly they could be. Sand lingered in the tribelands, watching them all, looking for those with the same marks as her and surprised to find that none of them bore marks anymore- turning to her chest, she discovered (with relief) she didn't either.
Hovering in the neutral lands, the tabby decided she would wait, lurking as she observed the tribes until one day she decided to go forth, to introduce herself to the tribe of Light. It would be safer in a group, she decided, and while she hated the mark upon her chest, perhaps she would belong there more than she would the others. It seemed like the best idea, and besides, there was another thought that popped into her head as she made her mind to go.
 Father's tattoo was only ever black. If they came back, and hers got color, well. That was one less tie, she decided, between her the two of them.
Please, let Peach be safe.

[ OTHER INFO ]

Color| Lavender
Scent | New Plants
Prey | Rabbit
Place | Undetermined
Cat | Peach

• Change
  
• Disorder
• Loosing Peach
  

• To rid herself of her father completely
  
• For Peach to be safe
  

Dichen Lachman

Orientation: Aromantic greysexual
Preferences:

Personality-Wise, Ramilah needs someone who can be her rock. Someone with a steady presence, who can be comforting, but also someone who can convince her to be less uptight, someone she can really and truly have fun with. She doesn't do very well with change, with randoms surprises, though a at with such attributes might be good for her.
Appearance, wise, Ramilah's biggest thing is her desire for cats taller than her. She appreciates tom's with strong, thicker, builds, and generally finds those with points or plain pelts most attractive, though Mackeral tabbys are not far behind. Warmer fur colors are by far her favorites ( Usually bright ginger's or darker browns), though she is only ever not attracted to those with greyscale fur.  Blue and Green eyes tend to catch her eye. She doesn't have a preference for long fur over short, so long as the coat is well-kept and not in disheveled.

Current Attractions:

None

Ramilah's design was something I bought from Silvadil
She was gonna be a kit that Zarya's sister, Maiden, adopted, but I decided against it
I already know how she's gonna die c:
While she hates that she has a Light-Tribe tattoo, she holds no grudges against the tribe. She just wants to have nothing tying her to her father, and her tattoo, unfortunately, does.
She's joining so that her tattoo wouldn't be the same color as him, when it comes back, but she can't bring herself to  be entirely comfortable with it.
She's only in the tribelands because she's been separated from her sister, Peach, and is desperately hoping that the younger cat shows up there.

[ RELATIONSHIPS ]

Family

Parents:

Berry - Grey-Fire - Mother
Titum - Black-Light - Father

Siblings:

Ash - Black-Water - Brother
Leaf - Grey-Air - Sister

Half-Siblings:

Peach - Black-Air - Sister
Unknown - Unknown - Brother

Mate: N/A

Kits

n/a

[ ROLEPLAY INFO ]

[ From The-Golden-Butterfly | A Roleplay with GingerFlight]

He hesitated, paws shifting as his head was tilted towards the ground. He’d be staring at the earth beneath his feet, could he see, but he had no reason to.  He could feel the earth eel enough - the little sticks that got buried underpaw, the grains of dirt burying themselves between his pawpaws. In fact, he was pretty sure he could feel something moving dirt up against his paws- was there a worm there? He’d have to be an Earth-Triber to know for sure, but for now he was satisfied enough with guessing. It was something for him to focus on besides his own awkwardness, in any case. It was far more interesting, too. Unfortunately, it just didn’t seem to weigh in the air in quite the same manner.

Finally, her maw parted again and the words of the Orange-Shadow sliced through the air that had been thick with the silence between them, and the Green-Shadow let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. She was speaking. That had to mean she didn’t hate him, right? Or maybe it did and she was just speaking to be polite, but… If she hadn’t spoken, it would’ve been confirmation. This allowed for some wiggle room, he could cling to the hope that they could still be friends. Flickering his ears back at her denial of his correctness, Kyer shook his head. ”Still. I should have come to you sooner - and I shouldn’t have shut myself out like that. Shut the world out. Thank you, by the way, for trying to bring me back. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.” Shit, what was he doing? He was babbling, letting his mouth run again. She didn’t need to know, hell, she probably didn’t even want to know half of what he just said. ” You don’t - you have no reason to apologize. You tried your best to help me I’d never hold that against you. And I wasn’t dealing with things - I was ignoring them. Pretending they didn’t exist. Maybe… Maybe something in what you said did help me. I don’t really know, I just know that I’m better now.” He shook his head a little, tail twitching. Everything he was saying wasn’t something he’d planned. He’d already gone through most of what he’d planned to say, and now? Well, he hadn’t expected this reaction to her. He’d expected her to stay away, or to say that he should be sorry, at least. He knew what he would say to those reactions. But this? He was at fault, he knew that, but why didn’t she see it?

He was taken aback, though, as she continued. Her mother? He’d never bothered to ask the feisty Orange-Shadow about her past, he was too involved in himself - in his friend, his family, his misery. Why hadn’t it occurred to him until now that maybe she’d had some of her misery of her own? She never shows it. But… did she? Was that why she was so sharped tongued most of the time? Suddenly a resounding interest in her family, in her past embedded itself in the tom. He knew she’d not been born in the tribes, but what beyond that? Did she still have family outside of the tribes? Had both her parents died, like Ameena’s had? Did she have brothers, sister out there? or were there any in the tribes? The realization that he hadn’t the faintest idea stocked, him. ”I’m - I’m sorry.” He mumbled again, mind racing with questions he knew would be inappropriate to ask right now but he was determined to bring up some time - providing she still wanted to be in contact with him at all.

Nodding a little, the tom let out a sigh of relief that was quickly frozen in place. What His ear flicked, but otherwise he remained completely motionless, taking a moment to process her words before, with an air or resignation, he dipped his head. ” You’re welcome.” Was that his voice? That stiff sound reverberating in the air? ”For the mouse. I’m glad you don’t hate me.” Spirits, he didn’t think this could get anymore awkward but it had and he didn’t know what to do about it. That came out wrong. But would she really have said it if she didn’t mean it? His tail twitched slightly, the all-too-familiar feeling of sadness now present in his form. Her laugh sounded odd, distorted. Forced. Was she just saying that because she didn’t want to hurt him anymore? I can deal with being hurt, now. But her words had been said and that was all that he needed to here. She didn’t hate him. But she didn’t really want to be friends. I guess I can live with that. ”And - for the record, I do want to be friends. But I can understand if you don’t. I’ve given you no reason to want to be. You don't have to pretend.  I can just - I’ll just… go now. Enjoy the mouse - don’t kill the tree too much. Some cat might need to hide in it some day.” Dipping his head again, the tom took a step back, before turning away, his head hanging a little. I guess… that was kind of pointless.

[ CREDIT ]