EBC || Petronius

Personality:
<sub>[Charming] [Bold] [Aspiring] [Candid] [Manipulative]

Charming // "May I, my love?"
Petro is quite a charmer. He can be courteous and gentlemanly when he wants to.

Bold // "You damn well knew I was right."
Peter doesn't care what other cats think of his actions. He speaks his mind freely even with cats of authority.

Aspiring // "Follow my lead. You won't get anywhere blubbering amongst yourselves."
He never passes up the opportunity to make himself look good. He likes to take charge of small groups of cats and dreams of perhaps even being leader someday.

Candid // "Well of course everyone hates her. She has a brain the size of a mouse for Sator's sake!"
Petro tells it as it is. He flatly states the facts, even if they could be damaging.

Manipulative // "You all know that your best chance is taking me alive, right? My owner would be so disappointed to see my pretty face gone to waste."
In most situations, Petro tries to turn the favor to himself. He tends to get what he wants through his flattery and words.</sub>

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Biography:

Petronius may be a small cat, but he carries with him a bold spirit. He cares little what other cats think of his actions (as long as thy aren't one of his lady friends). His words tend to get him in trouble with those in authority that lack bold leadership. He tends to take control of anything he can and has dreams of someday rising to a high position within his empire.

Flirtatious and charming, he is quite the ladies man. To some he would also seem a mama's boy because of his extreme pickiness and dislike of getting his paws dirty.

However, you don't want to mess with this cat. His battle skills are pretty average but his sharp wits can cause some dangerous fights. His claws may not look like much but Peter's revenge can and has been fatal. He holds the best grudges and he ALWAYS has to win.

...constant WIP...

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History:

Captured by traders at a young age in Carthage (modern day Algeria), the small caracal cub and his brother were bought by a wealthy young man who dealt in goods across the Mediterranean. The man took a fancy to the cubs and kept both of them as his own, naming the melanistic one Mago, after his deceased dog, and the other Kestrel, after the bird-like markings on his back. The two brothers traveled by sea alongside their owner, guarding precious cargo and conversing with the occasional cat that was brought on board to be traded. Kestrel gained an almost parental friend of a bird named Red, and Mago spent his time perfectly content with his seafaring life.

However, those times did not last long. One night as the caracals were sleeping in the ship's hold, the sound of cannons rang out. Pirates! In the chaos, Mago was separated from his brother. He managed to find his way above deck and attempted to protect his master from the pirated, but to no avail. The entire crew was left for dead and Mago was captured. From the scant human speech that the caracal could discern, he caught word that the pirates planned to stop at Massilia. Apparently the cat-trade was doing very well there and Mago was to be sold at a high price for his unique pelt. However, before that could happen, Kestrel intervened. He had stowed himself away on the pirates' ship and had been waiting for the opportune moment to free his brother. Finally free from the cage, the two cats planned to hide until they reached Massilia and to then make a run for it. When the day finally came, a few crew members noticed the cats fleeing over the plank and made haste to catch them. Seeing that their recapture was inevitable, Mago stood his ground and yelled for Kestrel to run. It was the only way. Kestrel promised to come back for Mago as he disappeared into the vast city. That was the last Mago ever saw of him.

The pirated quickly traded him off to a small ware-dealer in Massilia who in turn put him up for sale, hoping to receive a small fortune for the caracal's unique pelt. A wealthy Plebeian merchant bought Mago, naming him Petronius. The man noticed that the feline was obedient and compliant around humans, even understanding some of their speech, and sent him out with his small trading caravans to the small outposts around Massilia.

Wandering the roads alongside the caravans, the caracal noticed signs of cats, different smells than he had ever noticed. Taking the opportunity one day as the caravan stopped in the middle of the woods, he wandered off, following a trail he had noticed. He didn't mean to go far. But plans don't always work out how we want them to. He followed the scent trails as far as he could, eventually ending up in the heart of the forest. The scents became more numerous, merging into one. Suddenly, he found himself in a clearing. A clearing bustling with cats. Her had never seen this many felines in one place before. Where were their humans? How did they survive out here in the treacherous wilderness?

The next moment, he found himself surrounded. They jostled and questioned him and finally a handsome snow leopard parted the crowd. He said he was the 'leader' of Shadow Empire whatever the hell that was. The caracal was invited to stay, but couldn't. Petro had to get back to his master.

After a few words, Petro took off back the way he had come. The tangled branches pulled at his fur as he ran. He eventually made his way back to the road, but couldn't have anticipated what had happened while he was gone. Where the caravan had rested only an hour before, absolute desolation took it's place. Splattered blood and shredded goods littered the road. Whether it was bandits, thieves, or some other strange force of nature, Petro would never know. Where would he go from here? His master was gone. His previous life destroyed.

Dejected and tired, the caracal decided he had only one choice. Slowly, he made his way back to the camp of cats. He would stay there with them until he decided to go back to the city.

The Empire slowly grew on him. There was food a plenty and the cats somehow managed life without the humans. He found the sense of freedom irresistible and slowly but surely came to forget his old life. Shadow Empire was his home now.

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Random Facts

- Has a strong connection to humans because of the time he spent with them

- He can understand most human speech

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Training, Mentors, and Apprentices

Current Mentor: Petro was too old for a mentor when he joined Shadow. Various cats taught him the ways of the empires.

Current Apprentice: None

Past Apprentices: None

// Training //

coming soon...

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Armor, Items

-Collar with stone name-tag given to him by his first owner, a sailing merchant