Post by drom on Aug 2, 2007 0:41:07 GMT -5
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Drom
age.
young adult
gender.
tom
looks.
[and then there was light.]
acts.
A modest cat. An elegant speaker. Drom has a sort of natural grace and ease. Generally honest and sober of mood. A gentle pacifist who does not fight. He is kind, but remote. Immediate, yet mysterious. Here, yet gone.
Drom believes himself to be dreaming. His actions bear no consequences.
biography.
Drom was born into a world of dreams and memories. His society was one based on rituals. They did not believe in any sort of afterlife; they said that a cat's spirit imprinted itself upon the locations that, in life, that cat had visited. But there was no consciousness beyond death. No StarClan or heaven. This was what the cats of Drom's world believed.
Yet they believed in a sort of higher power, one beyond death. They called this power 'Anima.'
It was the power of breath and life and beginnings.
The way his society worked was simple. The totem, the revered leader, made decisions and conducted most rituals. The lifekeeper was to their society what a medicine cat is to the Clans...a healer of sorts. But where Clan cats look to their medicine cats for guidence from StarClan, the cats of the Anima looked to a different rank: the Luminary.
Their Anima was static. It did not think or speak. It was merely a force, said the cats of Drom's world. But it was a force that had all of history written upon it, the past and the future.
Where cats of StarClan were given warnings in dangerous times, the Anima was always there; it was the Luminary's power to find and heed the warnings written.
Early in Drom's life, he was marked; chosen.
Cats with blue eyes were rare, and Drom posessed the clearest, sharpest blue eyes of any cat in recent memory. Blue eyes were seen as a sign of unusual power and ability, and all Luminary must have blue eyes. It was part of the society's ancient code.
When his society's Luminary, an old, navy-blue-eyed cat named Omen, visited Drom and his sister Avita shortly after eye-opening-time, he caught sight of Drom's sky-blue eyes; and then nothing else mattered. Omen felt that he had, at last, encountered a cat destined to become his apprentice.
When Drom reached three moons of age, he was removed from his parent's care. Luminary trained alone, and someday Omen would die and leave Drom to the heady task of being the large society's spiritual leader.
So Drom lived in Omen's secluded den. He was taught ancient lore, the legends and myths of his world. The most important thing was to discipline his mind; Luminary got in touch with the Anima by reaching out with their minds, a power only trained Luminary posess. It was difficult to learn.
He was not taught fighting tactics. Luminary do not battle.
Drom spent a moon at a time in complete isolation. About once a moon, on the new moon, he would be allowed to journey down to where the rest of his society lived; he would spend the entire day catching up with his sister, who he desperately missed, and chatting with other cats his age. Some resented him out of jealousy, because being a Luminary was important; others pitied him; and still others didn't care at all.
As the moons passed, Omen grew more and more frail. Drom, on the other hand, had nearly mastered the art of the Luminary. He understood the frame of mine one must be in before sleep in order to tap into their higher power, and could do it with relative ease; moreover, he could acheive contact with the Anima even when conscience, a more difficult feat.
And then Omen died, leaving the full weight of the rank of Luminary to fall on Drom's shoulders.
It was his job to inspect each new litter, to advise the totem, and to watch for signs of danger. His society was very large; these tasks were harder than they seem.
He did not do badly, however. For the first moon or so, he did not do badly at all.
And then disaster struck. Drom had a vision of future danger and informed the totem, Ano, who acted on Drom's warnings.
The result was this: the society was safe, but Drom's sister was dead.
It destroyed him.
Avita had done nothing wrong; Drom had killed an innocent cat, had killed his sister, because of his blunder. He should have waited before informing Ano, he should have been more certain, he should have informed Ano better. But in his haste to help his society...and to make a name for himself...his lack of foresight, his sister was gone.
He vanished the next morning.
Drom felt as though he had betrayed his homeland. He had advised wrongly. This time, only he had lost something; the next time, it could be anyone. He could not stop being a Luminary; it was more than a rank, it was who he was; but he could refuse to advise the totem. He could refuse his ability to influence others. And refuse he did; he fled his society and came here, to the Valley of the Warriors.
Out of guilt and grief, Drom convinced himself that his foolish error and his sister's death had been a dream. Before he left, he said he could feel her soul in the very walls of his den; he said he could feel the love she held for her family and her life.
But cats of his society have no afterlife. The fact that he would never see his sister again keeps him in his dream; as long as he keeps up his delusion, he will never have to suffer.
But his world will never truely be real, either.
other.
xD -pokes- I hope his history makes any kind of sense at all. o.o[/blockquote][/color]
