Umbra [the] GEM

[[whispers] in the .[wind].]

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Name: Umbra
Age: 17 Moons
Gender: Male
Special Traits: Enhanced Night Vision, Speed, and Enhanced Hearing
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{Description}
let me paint you the a picture

:{Pelt}:

If one looks at this cat, one would wonder how someone managed to carve a fluffy black throw pillow into the shape of a highly detailed cat. His thick elongated fur does a good job of keeping him warm in the frigid, arctic lands that he resides in. His fur a deep ebony color that seems to meld itself into shadows making him almost impossible to spot within the dense, murky darkness.

:{Eyes}:

Umbra's eyes are a straw-like color, but the most amazing thing about his eyes are not the color, they are many cats and kittens waltzing around with straw-shaded eyes, but what they do. Thanks to the white-pelted twolegs, Umbra has got night vision. Everything is still violet, dark blue, and other hues. Yet everything is sharper and more vivid.

:{Body}:

Dispite his many attributes that makes Umbra rather different then most cats. None of those are physical so he does look like any normal, average cat you might come across. He is a average sized cat, leaning slightly to the small side, but not that much. His legs are slightly more toned then usual, a side effect from his speed-boost that the white-pelted two-legs.

{Personality}
my attitude is very unique.

Umbra is not the chatty type; he would rather sit silent in a corner then engage in a conversation with his comrades. His favorite activities are solitary, such as meditation or hunting. He only reserves talking for the direst of times, letting the other GEMs argue amongst themselves.

This silence, plus his abilities makes him a very good spy. Yet his use of this talent is limited due to the fact he prefers to stay at the laboratory. But he will if he has to, or if someone asks him.

So in general, Umbra is antisocial and keeps to himself, ignoring his comrades and they ignore him. If you come across this cat do not expect to be loved and purred at, but you should expect to be shunned and ignored until you cry… then more shunning and ignoring.

{History}
don't pity me for my story

Once there was a pregnant cat, which is not Umbra for hundreds of reasons I shouldn't have to speak of. You might not understand why this cat is involved in Umbra's history if she is not Umbra. Well she was his mother if you haven’t already guessed by now. Yet he never even knew her, mostly by the fact that in a state of shock from her first kit and because of that matter; she curled up and refused to give milk to her mewing little only kitten. When his mother refused to let up; some upwalkers decided to take its life into their own, clumsy paws. The only thing they managed to do was put him up in a big monster and took him to a cutter. The cutter hooked him up to a big old machine which probably saved his life.

Nobody ever saw Umbra’s mother ever again. When the upwalkers came back, she had simply disappeared, leaving no trace at all. Umbra was forced to stay in the machine for a while before being let out to walk around the cutter’s house which he would call home for a long time.

His mother shunned him, his mother’s upwalkers shunned him, and the only attention he got from the cutters was simply for the purposes of his food. No love seemed to come to him, so he found solace in meditation and solitary activities. When he was weaned from milk and put on solid foods almost all human contact vanished, sure they were always around, but they always ignored him.

This all stopped when he left, one night a careless being left the door ajar and after filling his belly he slipped through that door and headed off into the new world, leaving his old one behind for good. With all the determination of his world he was to forge a new life for himself. Become known and notorious among the assorted cats that live in the area. Then promptly after making this promise to himself, he was captured by some upwalkers and thrown into a small wire-mesh cage alongside many more. He was right back where he started but with a lot less leg room. It took days before some twolegs took out of his case and into a monster which took him to his new life. Around then, Umbra had fallen into a shell and turned anti-social. It seemed his bad-luck and life continued for that night Umbra was strapped to a table and a needle inserted, que the scream.
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{Relationships}
by blood and bonds

mother ~ unknown
father ~ unknown

{Motto/Themesong}
what you will hum when I come

Wings of Despair ~ Kamelot

[Mossmask]

Accepted.