Plumeria || Fighter || Rogue Group

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Vogue | Plumeria Female | 35 moons | ESFP Massive fawn, russet, and ruddy cinnamon with chocolate eyes Pansexual Smells of lotus and waterlilies, and faintly of exotic fish Rogue Group Fighter Elegant, bloody lady type Appearance A massive cat in size and stature, Plumeria sports a bloodline thick with traits of hefty cats, and she sure shows it as she towers above and outweighs most cats. Her muscly body is comprised of long, silken fur which appears to give her a mane around her strong neck and a lush, large tail. The plumed fur upon her legs, too, makes them seem thick than they truly are, and she has wide, heavy paws. With a dense coat like rosy fawn in majority, the rest of her differing-colored pelt stands out greatly. Her hair-like mane and the fur atop her head appears more of ruddy cinnamon in color, with a streak of white running down the front to match her brow marks and inner ears. Her pale face is laden in sparsely spread spots of various shapes and colors, and her wide paws are socked in dusty tan. Her queerest trait is her thick, deep russet-hued tail nearly plum in color to match her name, and her eyes are an exotic, rich chocolatey brown with her sclera being pale hazel. She has long red whiskers that curl at the ends like the wispy portions of her coat. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Elegant | Brazen | Vainglorious | Dauntless | Dedicated | Gallant | Ireful | Cutthroat A refined, elegant lady through and through, Plumeria has an air of aristocracy about her. It is very clear by simply looking at how she carries herself that she is worlds different from the usual scrapper found rummaging through the trash heaps in the alleys. She's regal and careful with her appearance, often found grooming her luxurious fur and preening in general. However, her loveliness is not quite pure, as she is a brazen and self-centered cat. She thinks very highly of herself, and as she always tries to see herself in the limelight, Ruka is constantly full of herself. She can occasionally come off as cocky and immodest, but her lady-like way of handling herself often masks her cruder tendencies. Her vainglorious nature makes her come off more like a full-on narcissist than anything else. Despite her fondness for self-preservation in in appearances, Plumeria is a very dauntless lady. She fears nothing and because of such, it is very hard to steer her away from whatever she puts her mind to. Dedicated to her ideals and beliefs, she's a gung-ho and empowered lady who stands strong through thick and thin. It often makes her appear gallant to those who stand with her, as she comes off as courageous and dignified. She protects those she cares for with tooth and claw, and can be just as tender and mild in response. However, when afflicted by her chemical imbalance and set on edge, Plumeria can be incredibly ireful and fiery. Like a wildfire who only grows in strength when fought, she doesn't allow for many to talk her down and often results in her snapping at the offender. Her anger is usually accompanied by aggressive aggravation with violent tendencies, and she can be quite a bit cutthroat. May Starclan have mercy on the souls of those with whom Plumeria's claws have been directed. Plum is partial to kittens and young cats; she adores them and loves to spoil the babs. History The Red Lady, Plumeria, had been born to members of a luxurious breeding stock; a dusty fawn queen named Ruby and a cinnamon tom named Boston. The pair were breed for their great size and lavish, long pelts of red hues, but because of their muddled genetics, the two weren't the most stable. They ended up having only one litter of five when their twolegs brought them together before they were separated from their aggressive behaviors. As a kit, Plumeria had been purchased by a ritzy twoleg, given the name Vogue, and taken away from her family to live in a fancy, yet tasteful home in the flowering Halcyon Gardens. She had little qualms with such, as she hadn't been very close to her kin, having not gotten to know them. Instead, she was reared by a bottle and lead the glamorous life of a designer kittypet. However, because of her parentage, she, too, was destined for an unstable homelife. Little Vogue had grown quickly, becoming quite large within a short period of time. And as she did, so did her naturally aggressive nature, born from the chemical imbalance in her brain resulted from her genetics. Her twolegs found it increasingly difficult to put up her aggression and eventually ended up giving her to local pound, where she was readopted by a twoleg living in the Downtown slums. They, too, became fed up with having to dress their wounds and simply kicked out the door to brave the wilderness of the Twolegplace. On her own, she changed her name to Plumeria and went about making her presence known around the place. Many strays formed rumors of various kinds regarding the huge she-beast, and instead of find offence with these tales, Plum was flattered by them. She came to be known as the Red or Blood Lady by those who only knew of the stories. Such stories spread about the Twolegplace, reaching the ears of the Rogue Group, and vice versa. Over the course of many an incident in the alleys, Plumeria happened across the group and decided to align herself, finding value in Honeyheart's ideals. Acting as a strong source of muscle for the group in exchange for a family to finally call her own, Plumeria spends her time nowadays playing with the group's kits, teaching them all sorts of fighting moves, patrolling the Twolegplace, claiming all which she thinks should belong to the Rogue Group, and sneaking back into her old housefolk's home in the Gardens to swim in her decorative, lily-laden koi pond. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Boston | Kittypet Breeder | [Unknown] "I don't care." Mother Ruby | Kittypet Breeder | [Unknown] "I don't care." Littermates Yvette | Kittypet(?) | [Unknown] ”I don't care.” Bruno | Kittypet(?) | [Unknown] ”I don't care.” Ginger | Kittypet(?) | [Unknown] ”I don't care.” Llorne | Kittypet(?) | [Unknown] ”I don't care.” [Extended Family] Honeyheart | Rogue Group Leader | [Alive] "She gave me a purpose and a family. I will do whatever she asks of me and care for her precious kits." [Miscellaneous] Friends Acquaintances Tallulah Rose | Kittypet | [Alive] "A curious little scrap; she's kinda stupid- not afraid of me, but I can kinda of respect that." RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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