.:TBS|Amias|South|Water:.

{Tense}- "Unable to relax because of nervousness" Amias is a very jittery and tense tom, always jumping at anything that would give the smallest kit a shock, but maybe an older kit wouldn't give a shrug at the noises that this tom panics at. This leaves him very prone to teasing from others, since they can just shout at him as they walk past and he would probably end up head over heels in a bush. He is trying to work on his personally unpopular trait, trying to make it so he isn't so tense and jumpy.

{Imaginative}- "having or showing creativity" Amias is a cat that has a vivid imagination. Soft on the outside, hard on the inside. He imagines himself to be 'king of them all', but of course that is only in his mind as many will know on the outside Amias is a jittery scaredy cat. He is very creative and tends to come up with the most extraordinary ideas, usually just for fun and games though.

{Obsessive}- "Someone who is affected by an obsession" Clean. Amias is very over the top with having to be neat and tidy and despises anything else other than that. His pelt is always smooth and clean, and you can't really notice a single scratch on him, probably due to the fact that he will run a mile at even a thought of danger.

{Playful}- "fond of games and amusement" Yes he is a scaredy cat, yes he jumps at the note of danger, but really he is a playful tom who just wants to be accepted. He loves games and loves to laugh just like any young cat. He is very easy to make friends with, but is also quick to lose trust in another cat. 

{Klutzy}- "Someone who is clumsy, foolish or awkward" Amias is a very clumsy cat despite his obsessiveness with clean and tidy, he tends to trip over his paws quite frequently. He finds it difficult keeping a conversation going for a length of time, being a klutz with social chat he tends to finish his sentences with an awkward laugh and try to escape and any angle available.  

{Parents}- Mango(NPC, Mother, deceased)

                   Tavish(NPC, Father, lost)

{Siblings}- Pitou(NPC, sister, hopefully future character)

{Former Guide}- Carlia(NPC, deceased)

(more Relations soon when rps happen) 

{Prologue}- Two cats very different from one another, one dark, one water, one a follower one a southern cat, both clashed one night when Mango was out on her first spying assessment. Mango was a follower, pretty faced but dark hearted. Tavish was loyal to the South Region beyond words, spotting the she-cat that had purposefully walked onto his territory.

Being a Warrior Rookie he had the advantage of skill, but in the end of the skirmish as he tried to drive her away, they both only hurt each other almost equally and she fled back to the followers. 

They met another couple of times, but it was with anger and hate. Only one time when they had both become full ranks of their separate groups did Tavish take her down. Mango begged Tavish to let her go and suddenly feeling an odd soft spot for the she-cat, he let her go free. He was ridden by guilt that he had let down the region, but when they met up again, not in hate this time but in neutral feeling, she told him the region and the followers don't have to know and they could be friends, secret friends that no one knew about. Her manipulative personality began to overtake Tavish to a point where he could only think of her. Soon she became pregnant with his kits, and out of loyalty to her he went with her to the neutral lands, away from his region.

{Kit hood}- Amias was born with one other kit, his sister Pitou. He was born oblivious of the regions or the followers, brought up with innocence like no other, as well as his sister. After they reached an age where they were capable of play fighting, Mango started acting weirdly, well weirder than the two kits were used to. She started saying how she was going to teach them how to use claws and how to fight, which Pitou picked up swiftly whereas Amias found it increasingly difficult. One day when Tavish came home with a large feast for his family, and after that she announced she was taking the kits back to her home, The Followers. Tavish protested fiercely, but Mango was stubborn. Amias was confused, his parents were arguing and he was having opinions thrown at him. His mother saying that The Followers were the greatest while his father saying that  they were evil. Over the few days that followed, careful decision was made and his two parents announced that the family was splitting up. Tavish told Amias that he was coming with him to the regions, and Mango was going with Pitou to the followers. The family split up and went their separate ways. When they reached the South region, Tavish was hesitant to rejoin the region. He had lost a kit and his mate to the followers, and felt so guilty about leaving his region in the first place, and so he left Amias in good hands with his old close friend Carlia, a hunter of the South Region, before he left the region to live alone. 

{Rookie}- When he was left by his dad, he was already old enough to start training to be a rookie but the question on everyone's mind was, what was his element? The dark element from his mother or water from his father? Strangely the very first element stone he tried was his one, the water element stone, same as Carlia and Tavish. Carlia was appointed as Amias's guide as a rookie hunter. At first he was very sad and lonely, the loss of his family had the poor tom scared to the bone, but with gentle encouragement from Carlia he began to pick up what to do. He was doing well in his training, his lithe frame proving useful in a hunt, but he had been wanting something for a while. He went to Carlia and asked her if he could ask the tamer for a companion, which to she replied with yes, since he could do with something other than herself being with him. They both went to the tamer together and the tamer introduced Amias to a few different possible companions. After a while the tamer showed him a little bird with long feathers sticking out of his head, and the two were a match. The little red Whiskered bulbul was named Louis, and even though they couldn't understand each other they were bonded. Still he preferred to stay away from the other cats except from Carlia, since he felt shunned by them even though they did nothing to him. His training went smoothly, he had worked on several spells and perfected a lot of them, even learning some advanced ones, and also became a very efficient hunter. He passed his final test with flying colours and very soon became a fully fledged Hunter of the South Region.

{Hunter}- (He has just become a hunter, let's see what RP does to my bebby XD)

{usual post length}- any really, I tend to make my posts match that of the person I'm rping with, but my posts range from about 100+ words depending on my mood.

{RP Status}- NA

{Preferred RP}- I prefer my RP to be in notes, but I can RP on Skype if need be. 

{Rating}- Preferably PG-13 x3

{RP sample}(I am using one from another site until I RP Amias and can use a post from that) 

A cold breeze swept over a ledge before descending into a near dead silent hollow below. Dappled white light spread through the clearing, blotting the ground with a silver colour that illuminated the still area. Suddenly from a high ledge half way up the hollow a ginger she-cat stepped from a ominously dark cavern that split the wall to make a cave, thick amounts of foliage wrapped itself along the walls before it turned brown from the lack of light inside the cave. The feline licked her thin lips before descending the ledge by a rock fall, small rocks that stuck out from the side of the hollow creating a stair case for the dainty she to step from the higher ledge. Her front paws touched the ground with silence, a beauty and elegance in her stride that made her look proud, respected, a leader. Her svelte form strode from the safety of the hollow to the battlefront of wind beyond, the gust hitting her hard as though it meant to throw her from her paws. In a short moment to withstand the surprising force of the wind she debated whether to escape back into her cosy den up within the rock face, but the molly thought otherwise and returned on her current journey across the gusting clearing to greet her wounded kin from a skirmish that occurred a few days back. The days went so fast now, and she had to think hard to comprehend the current tasks that needed completing. She stepped into the den, coated in brambles making a screen that protected the healing cats from the harsh winds, and she casted her viridescent gaze over the sleeping bodies. She let a smile play on her lips for a few seconds as she saw her son- the medicine cat of the clan in fact, asleep in a cosy moss nest in the corner of the den before spying a glimmer of eyes through the darkness. "How are you?" She asked her sibling as she walks over, her paws moving carefully as she dodged the resting bodies of the cats before tucking her back legs under her and offering a smile to the cat, "Feeling better?" 

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