EBC: Atticus Reference Sheet

Atticus is dead!


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Now I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind freed from the lies...

A crimson scarf that's worn occasionally.

_{Once focused on one thing which he ranks as prior, he will more or less lose focus of another thing. He believes that it's imperative to stay focused, in battle or not. No slacking off for this cat. He may lower his focus a tiny bit with cubs and the young for the sake of their happiness or playfulness.}

_{Since his first kill, he has been keeping himself deep in thought and his positive side chained under all that regret and thought. He believes if he goes back to being so open, his mistakes will repeat and that's not something that would help him ascend in his life. His appearance appears as someone who simply doesn't care or someone who's utterly serious.}

If it's the god cats themselves, he will not back down. Some call it stubborness, but it's just his persistancy and nobility. Though some think that bravery is marching right into battle, but Atticus believes that bravery is knowing how to spare a life, not take it like it's his to take. He's a very proud feline when it comes to his goals and thoughts and holding back isn't an option. Being brave isn't only in physical view for him, but in saying something directly to another.

_{Regardless of his rather cold mask, he can be kind at times; depending on the first impression of the feline he's comunicating with. He cares deeply for each and every last cat he encountered, but won't admit it just like that. His kindness is consisted of compassion and understanding as well, but it would take time for him to open up to someone.}

_{Atticus risked his life multiple times for others in his Empire and beyond. Of course, the one's he cares most about are prior to protect. He always thinks before jumping into battle, but will sometimes put that and care less about his own safety if someone else's life is at stake.}

_{Regardless of him being proud to state out and do as he wishes, he puts others' needs in front of his own, getting respect from most felines because of it, but that accomplishment was never in his aim. Doing such acts makes him feel better about himself and make him think about his past and how he was before.}

_{"I was born in rather bad conditions. A snowstorm was present when my mother gave birth to my sister and me. Father was there, of course; shielding her and his cubs from the ice and wind that cut like razors from the cold. It took a long while for the storm to pass. Mother was weak and both of our parents did all they could to protect us. After the storm, they got a chance to take a good look at us; two newborn cubs in healty condition. I was rather frail compared to my sister that day. Layla had less physical trouble growing up, but I was always the one who couldn't move much and do the things she could. I always looked up to her and hoped I could be as good as her one day. I hoped soon. I was mostly with my mother at that time. Father always had to leave to somewhere. He never told us why or to where, but we went along with it. After a few months, I finally gained enough strength to play with Layla, but I kinda felt bad for mother. She was always alone since then, and to think she taught me a lot about life while I couldn't do anything else... I felt really bad. As if I abandoned her... I kept telling myself she's fine with it, and she did as well, but still..."}

_{"Father had gone away by this time for good. He said goodbye and never came back. Mother seemed to understand, but she was still sad. All of us were, but I felt like he wasn't really my father. He avoided my mother, Layla and myself as far as I could remember. Since he left, mother had to hunt for herself and keep an eye on us. I volontiered to be responcible and take care of Layla and myself so she could go hunt. She agreed, trusting me... I was still weaker than Layla, but I somehow managed to keep her on the tree where our mother had left us so she could go hunt. It took her longer than usual to hunt this time, and we grew worried for her. Layla couldn't keep it in and left the tree where she was first set. I did all in my power to keep her on that infernal tree, but I failed! She left me with one job and I failed! I couldn't go after her... I was too afraid... So I kept still at that tree, waiting everso patiently for mother to arrive back or Layla to come back... But none of them came back. All I could hear after awhile was my mother's roar... Her final roar. I was both scared and worried; and it got the best of me. I came off that tree into the long grass to take a peek, but all I saw was a lion with blood stains around his mouth. There was nothing to doubt about it that it was my mother's............ I was petrified! Where was Layla now?! Is mother really?....... I couldn't think! As I tried to dash, running as fast as my legs could carry me until I bumped into a strong figure. It was a black panther I never saw around these parts... What was even more odd, she stood up for me... Protecting me from that lion as if I were her own... It... It reminded me of my own mother. The leo almost got her, but I lept without thinking and clawed his eye. He was half blind. She picked me up and made a run for it.. And brought me to Shadow Empire. To... New life."}

_{''I'm a bit older now... Even though my life had a new beginning, the thoughts of my family still haunted me; was Layla alright, how could I let mother get killed like that.. I wanted the answers so bad! And I lived in fear that that damn lion would come for me because of what I did... Maybe he's already dead. I don't know, but I hope so. Life in an Empire sure is different from the one I've lived all this time; everything is in constant motion and everyone has different stories and experiences to share. I even gained some friends and Lucretia became my mentor. I guess I'm gonna become a gladiator someday, huh? Sounds exciting.... Though... I can't get my mind to calm down and... I can't seem to stop living in the past... Damn...''}

_{"I-I can't take this anymore! It's been far too long since I've last seen my sister! I want to see her again! I want to... But... It all adds up... She... She must be dead... She's dead.. And all because of that damn, pathetic lion! I'll kill him! I swear to Sator and all other gods I will find him once I'm stronger and I will avenge my family! You better hear this because I'm coming for you, you filth!"}

_{"It was just another lame day after training. My goal hasn't changed. I'm still searching for that scum! I've given up on hope... Though, some call me Hope still. That'll have to change... I was walking around the forest, just.. Back from another pointless training, but then I noticed that no one was around, so I went out of the territory grounds into the open. I really couldn't care less. I was on my quest and nothing, not even Evander was going to stop me! I had my armor with me at the time, which was also a plus. After wondering for a little while, it started to rain. Heavy rain poured down on my pelt like rivers and it got pretty cold. I still wouldn't go back. I couldn't. Not when I got this far. The storm kept blowing, but I didn't stop. I was almost there. I was almost... I was almost to the place where my mother died. It was a small, open plain with a bigger surface of it covered with a dense forest contended of big trees. I came to that area and took some refuge in the forest where the storm was less affective. I shook the water off my pelt and opened my eyes to see a familiar sight. I've seen a lot of forests to this point, but... This one was special. Why? Because I grew up here. Well... Grew to adolescence. It was dark as it was night... Dark as the night my mom died and Layla vanished... I decided I was going to spend the night there. What Lucretia and Evander don't know, won't hurt them. I searched for our old den. When I found it, it was more or less grown over by fern and other plants, and the rocks that once held it seemed a bit dented and misplaced, but it would do. I went inside and closed my eyes. I don't know what time it was when a familiar, yet unlikable scent caught up in my nose. My eyes shot open as I darted my head up, ears moving around like flaps. I kept low; for that's what Lucretia taught me. Not long after, the cat I saw here last turned from a blurry silhouette into a clear image; yeah, it was that bastard. I took a closer look and he seemed to be blind on one eye. It must've been my clawing from earlier. I finally found him. He walked beside the den and went away a bit, but I didn't waste much time thinking. I needed to act now! For mother! For Layla... And their honor! Before I leaped out, he stopped in his tracks and said "I know you're here, runt." He said with a deep, cackly voice. He's an elder by now, for sure, but that wasn't making a difference. I stepped out slowly, cautiously. I didn't say a word. I waited for his next move, but I could barely keep myself controlled. "So, why are you here? Are you here to suffer the same faith as your mother did?" He questioned me; mocked me. He turned around to see me with his one good eye. "You have grown since then." He smirked obnoxiously. "But you're still that scared, little pipsqueak that made me lose my eye. And yet, here you are, trespassing on my terf again. Have you learned nothing? Or do I need to remind you of your mother? Or... Even; your sister." I then growled at his words. "You ruined my life. You killed my mother and now thoughts of my dead sister haunt my mind and you're here still a soulless bastard I met awhile ago. Now," I stood in a firm stance. "I'm here to put you to justice. As long as you live and walk this earth, their spirits won't rest. In other words, I'm here for revenge." I crouched down into a battle stance, the storm still brewing and winds heaving. "HA!" He laughed. "You honestly think you could ever defeat me? You'r--." I cut him off with a swift slap of my paw. It was purely out of rage. How dare he mock me?! How dare he speak of my family like they were nothing?! "Shut up!" I roared at him as he lost his footing a bit, then regaining it. He looked at me with a deep growl. "Make me." He stated before leaping onto me. I was just a bit smaller than him, but I had enough strength to take him on. We fought our way out of the woods and out into the storm that was still blowing. It wasn't helping at all, but I wasn't about to stop. I couldn't stop. This wasn't training... This was REAL. I once lost focus as the lion took advantage, swinging his paw and clashing it with my face as his claws grazed my fur and left two deep, bleeding wounds. I couldn't believe the pain. Never have I once gained such a wound. Never have I felt my own blood stream down... The cold on open flesh. I just lost it then. I lost... My sanity. It wasn't focus like Lucretia taught me... I was driven by pure rage and pain; my wound, my shattered past... My dead family... All because him! I conjured all my strength into my paws and struck him so that I clawed his other eye. I rendered him blind... And defenseless. I took one good bite down onto his throat and waited until he choaked down until there wasn't a single breath left in his lungs. As I held down onto him firmly, my rage vanished with time as the storm calmed down into light rain. I dropped his dead body onto the wet and cold ground, lowering my ears and taking a few steps back. I felt blood drip down my jaws; my face. I never killed anything but prey before. The feeling was... Horrible. Horrible! I finally broke. I started to shed tears thicker than the raindrops as they mingled with the bloodstains on my cheek and jaws. I screamed out into the night to let it all out. Regardless of my newly acquired wounds and... Probable scars, my family could now rest with their foe brought to justice... I... could have a piece of mind..."}

_{"My life as I knew it changed. Once I came back to the Empire, my wounds were tended to, but... It left scars. Scars of what I've done and scars to remind me why I have done it. I will wear them proudly and never forget their story. Now that I think about it... It would be a nice change, wouldn't it? I... I lost hope that day. And I'm not the same cat I once was. Once I made the kill, I never viewed the world so heavily... Layla and mother... Two scars... Dual scars... Dualscar... It's perfect... Unlike me. I am free from the past, but I will never forget it. Now... I can breathe. And live..."}

Sister: "Layla" /
Status: Atticus believes that Layla is dead, status ????

Dominant: Light underbelly [AA], Ear spots [Aa], Tiger-like cheek tufts [Aa], Dark stripes/spots [Aa]

Recessive: Green eyes [Aa], short, light fur [aa], agile body [Aa]

Carrier: Bulky build [aa], yellow eyes [Aa], dark pawpads [aa], light melanism [Aa]

Not wanted by the Bounty Hunters yet.