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~Name: Polaris
Meaning: In the ancient language of the cats, Polaris is said to be the legendary cat able to claim power over snow, ice, and rain. The cats assumed that since Polaris’ pelt was white like the snow, that perhaps she would be the legendary Polaris, only in dog form.
Nickname: She does not like the use of any nicknames whatsoever, for she was taught that a name is a name; you’re born with it, you die with it.
However, Polaris has grown to answer to -Polar- or anything that starts with -Pol-, since she thinks that you are starting to say her name.
Gender: Female, though she hates it when the males treat her delicately, like she’s fragile or something, or when they speak down to her, as if she isn't just as good as them. You know that when that happens, Polar is going to be kicking some butt.
Appearance: Polaris’ parents were both German Shepherds. Her mother carried the ‘White’ gene, and in her father it showed. When she and Solaris were born, they both showed, and are considered ‘White’ German Shepherds, a rare type of hybrid not recognized by the AKC. They will be giving some pain to whoever calls them albinos.
Polaris is a whole lot smaller than Solaris, though that would only have to be the fact that she’s female. Her stature is completely different than that of her brother’s. She is long, flowing, and lithe. Polaris’ agility surpasses even some of her cat family’s. She has almost no mass behind her, and is therefore inconvenienced in a battle. Though, she has learned that her size does not weigh her down (I made a pun! xD) but rather it helps her, and she uses it like a tool. In a fight, she makes quick jabs and bites, darting this way and that, and even jumping over her opponent to confuse them.
Polaris’ fur is a light tan-white. She doesn’t have a completely pure white like her father, but an off-white, given to her by her mother. She also has a few other markings passed down to her. Polaris’ front legs are black; not a coal-black, but dark enough. They lighten and eventually turn the white color of her pelt at the elbow. Her tail-tip is also like this, though it doesn’t go on for as long, just a little splash, as if she dipped it in fresh paint.
Personality: Very withdrawn and reclusive. She takes after her cat family's personality; aloof, mysterious, and the I-really-don't-care attitude. She isn't snotty or stuck up like some cats are, but she just prefers to keep her muzzle out of other's business. She can take care of herself, and knows it.
She doesn't act like a dog, wolf, or any canine for that matter. (Except for her brother, of course.) She doesn't need the closeness, the sense of pack around her. She'd be just as happy living by herself as in the Quastar Gang. But she chose them, and wants to stay, though her reasons are muddled.
Polaris also has an acute awareness of the feelings and thoughts of those around her. Not to the point of mind-reading or anything like that, but more just like she reads body language better than most. She tries to help and cheer up anyone who's feeling down, and it usually helps them. She enjoys making others fell better, but not to the point where she cheered them up completely. More just like a good gesture, or she remembers to be extra nice to them that day.
She doesn't allow anyone to know her feelings, thoughts, or emotions. Polaris doesn’t like to be dependent upon anyone else, have to worry about them sharing some secret, or pitying her at all. She doesn't tolerate that, and won't tell anyone how she feels, though she will occasionally speak out her thoughts on food searching, a fight, or evading humans. She is very opinionated, though she rarely shares her views.
Pol thinks of all the dogs to be immature and stupid. Not stupid as in, unintelligent, but more in their behavior. She thinks that they are immature; dumb habits, phrases, and behavior. Honestly, anyone would mistake them for children. Sharing feelings, thoughts, emotions, it's all foreign to her. And the mess they make when eating! So sloppy; the dogs act like they are starving, gorging themselves like that. Well, sometimes they are, but even so, manners should be in place. The cats raised her better than this.
She has a temper, though it is inside her. She is extremely composed whenever someone aggravates her, and instead of lashing out there and then, she merely walks away. She holds grudges for a very long time, and holds the memory of the situation and their reaction deep inside her. Perhaps some of that information could be used another time.
Family: She doesn't consider the Quastar Gang to be her family, more like acquaintances and helpers. Certainly it is better to be in a group then out and alone.
Cats are her true family. She can speak their tongue fluently, as well as dogs'. They all accept her because she's different than the other dogs; the slobbering messes. They listen to her, and she listens back. Polaris will even leave the gang for a day or two to be with cats, or alone with her brother.
All her true, original cat friends and family have either passed, moved on, or been captured. She thinks of them daily.
So far, she has not given anyone her heart.
History: On a cold, dark night she was born. It was wintertime, and her mother had just managed to find a small shelter in an alleyway. However, Her mother was so hungry, tired, and weak from blood loss, so she passed away.
She and her one, bigger, brother cried pitifully in the snow, crawling up to their still mother and trying to suckle, but nothing came. They cried and whimpered, but almost no one heard, except A mother cat that was watching nearby. She heard their pitiful cries. She had lost her litter a few days ago, and her mothering instinct was strong. She went over, and picked up Polaris and Solaris and trotted off.
She took her to a small cave under the stoop of a house, and cared for the little pups. Soon, though, they both grew to be the size of their adopted mother, and so the cat had to go out and find more food for her. Luckily, the mother was the leader of a band of street cats, and they helped care for the strange little dog.
They soon grew big. The cats educated her in their language, teaching her etiquette, hunting techniques, and everything she needed to know to survive. She was now a cat. She knew she was a dog, the lesser animal, and was ashamed to be around such noble creatures as the cats. As she got bigger, the feelings increased, until one day, she departed to find the Quastars. She misses her cat family, though she knows that what she did was for the better.
Now she lives, an alien, amongst those dogs. She learned the language easily and now speaks it better than some dog-raised-dogs. She blends in nicely, though only in appearance, not in personality.
Power: Polaris is as agile as any cat. she can leap up and down soundlessly from high places and balance incredibly well. She's faster than most dogs, too. Cats always outrun dogs, even if they are smaller. She is no exception, and has longer legs, easily able to outdistance any dog.
She enjoys her gift, and uses it wisely. She and her brother try to fit in, and don’t flaunt it unless she needs to. She uses it primarily to get to higher places in order to achieve food, or to jump even higher. When she falls, or jumps down, she has been trained to always land on her paws, and to then roll away so her ankles don't crumple or hurt from the shock.
She also has another gift. She has the ability to distort and bend light, such as colors and depth perception. Polaris can even shut out light for a very small time. The distortion of colors and depth really gives her another edge over her opponent, especially since they think she would have a power relating to snow or ice. However, she can only bend the light coming from the sun, no artificial sources. (Solaris can only bend the light for a small little while, about 30 seconds.)
Other: She has a few things that bug her, but she's not about to tell you that. You'll just have to wait and see.
There is also one thing she is deathly afraid of, and if you think she's about to tell you, someone needs to check you into a mental clinic. (Or tell you to read her personality. xD)
Roleplayer: Withy, With, Soapy-Hoapy. (Withhope95)
Solaris;--
~Name: Solaris.
Meaning: The cats would call the sun ‘Solaris’ because they felt that it was alive, too. Solaris was dubbed his name because his pelt was more yellow than his sister’s, and glinted golden in the sun.
Nickname: Solaris is much stricter than Polaris about names. (If you thought that possible.) He refuses to answer to anything but ‘Solaris’, though he is learning that when someone calls him ‘Solar’, they mean him. He turns his head and glares at whoever called him that, and waits for an apology and his correct name. He won’t even let the Superiors get away with it.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Solaris is bigger than Polaris, and heavier, too. His legs and chest are laced with marble-hard muscles that are visible even when he sleeps. Solaris’ muscles look almost alive when he runs, moving and seeming to jump and dance, trapped under his fur. His body is always laced with muscles, and even with he hasn’t had anything to eat in days, standing next to Polaris, she looks emaciated and he merely looks hungry. He seems to be noble and seemingly wise, as if like an old sage, or a Superior. Though, his lustrous coat and shining nose and gums prove that he’s only about a year old. His fighting style is also completely different than Polaris’. He is still agile and fast, but his sheer bulk weighs him down. Solaris’ style is to wear down the opponent with relentless attacks, then to jump in at the merest hint of an opening. Usually he and his sister fight as a team, and their style works marvelously together.
His pelt is not white, like Polaris, but rather a golden color with white streaks, as if bleached by the sun itself. When the sun catches it just right, he seems to glimmer almost magically. His fur is coated with black speckles, varying in shape and size, though none are bigger than dimes. Usually they are not clustered together, but are giving each other a wide berth.
Personality: Solaris is even more withdrawn than Polar. It’s not entirely his fault, though. Someone once told him that his voice sounded like a dying rat, high-pitched and screeching. It broke his heart since he was only young, and he rarely speaks, but when he does, you’d better shut up and listen, because it’s got to be something important. (His voice isn’t actually all that bad; it’s just deep and gravelly.)
Solaris does have a brighter side hidden beneath his fur. He rarely lets it out, though, because he’s afraid that someone will make fun of him, or perhaps he’ll let them into his trust, and they’ll betray him. You probably won’t see that side very often, unless he’s just had loads of fun or something. Though rare outbursts are common if you spend a lot of time around him, he’s just a child after all.
He does have a tendency to look at the darker side of things, and to see the deeper, more sinister meanings behind some things. He uses logic to reign over most of his feelings, rather than go by gut feeling, since feelings are weak and false.
Solaris never shows any emotion towards pain. If you nip his ear, he’ll flick it in annoyance. You bite part of his ear off, he’ll shoot you a look, and perhaps puff out his chest, saying ‘I’m big, you don’t mess with me’. He rarely ever shows emotion in a fight, because he refuses to let an enemy get inside him, to know his weakness. Fear, pain, sadness, all is lost on his stony face.
Solaris, like Polar, also thinks that almost all beings are dumb and immature. It repulses him beyond all belief. Dogs that claim to be something, and then don’t live up to it, dogs who just act like stupid pups when they’re fully-grown, and so forth.
Family: The Quastars are not family. None of them are, except for his sister. He refuses to get close to any of them, and to let his feelings escape from his grasp. Never will he do that, ever.
The cats are his true family, his only relation to this world, other than Polaris. The cats understand. They raised him, taught him all he knows, and they act like he does.
Only one dog is his family; Polaris.
He has not allowed anyone to get close enough to him so that he can give them his heart, though perhaps the time will come.
History: He was born, like any other street dog, on the streets. It was cold, damp, and snowing. His mother had barely managed to crawl under a small dumpster before giving birth to he and his sister. She died shortly after, and they, being pups, had no idea why the only thing in their world wasn’t moving.
They began to cry. Long and pitiful the sounds were, and they were lucky that a nearby enemy hadn’t gobbled them up. However, a mother cat whom had just lost her kits heard the sound, and her instincts kicked in. She dragged them to a hollowed-out den under a stoop and nursed them there.
Solaris and Polaris soon grew big and spunky. They took up the entire den, and couldn’t even suckle anymore. Mother had the whole gaggle of cats pitch in to help find food. She was the leader, and they couldn’t question.
The cats taught them just like any other kits. They learned of the cat’s secret hunting, fighting, and agility moves (Sworn to secrecy. xD). They were taught how to control their emotions, and they learned what was proper and what wasn’t.
Though they both knew, deep inside they were cats, but on the outside, they were dogs. The pair was ashamed, and moved on with their life, leaving their cat family forever. They departed, and a week or so later, found the Quastars, and were accepted into the gang.
Power: Solaris is agile, like his sister, though not to that extent. He can race and win against any dog, but Polaris leaves him in the dust. Because he isn’t as cat-like as his sister, his power over snow and ice is greater than her light power.
Solaris can control most storms. Not the lightning, no, but the snow and rain. You can’t imagine how wonderful, and ominous, it looks to see a dog with snow or rain swirling around it. You’d also be surprised to see how utterly creative he gets with it. He can’t, say, turn the rain into shards of ice and drive them into his opponent, but he can make the ground where he is walking dry, and the ground where the enemy is pacing frozen. His power isn’t at all great, as most might think, but it is actually very minor. There are certain barriers that he can’t reach past and certain rules he must follow. So, he gets creative. Freeze the fur around an enemy’s eyes? Yes. Freeze their paw-pads? No. He’s still learning his limitations, but is having lots of fun playing around with it. (Solaris can use the suspended ice in clouds, but it is really rather weak; it must be overcast or precipitating for him to reach full potential.)
Other: Solaris has a few fears, like his sister, and a couple things that bug him. They aren’t that big of a deal, but can interfere with some of his life. (For instance, he hates the small, red spiders called mites. He squishes them. It’s kind of embarrassing to have to explain that.)
He also has a deep fear, like Polaris. He’s not about to tell you, or anyone.
Roleplayer: Withy, With, Soapy-Hoapy. (Withhope95)
