(FUTURE CHARACTER. Offer your characters to be related/family! I would love that) (Also, I know there’s no prophecies in TFCRP. Stanza “feels” like there will be one even if there isn’t) STANZA Title(s): The Fist Of StarClan, Guardian of the Prophecy Allegiance: TBD, maybe clan-hopper Role: N/A, “prophet” BASICS Name: Stanza (chosen) Previous Name(s): Unknown, possibly forgotten or burned in ritual Age: Young adult, 20ish (but described as “older than the wind” by herself) Pronouns: She/her (though some may refer to her as they in reverence & she doesn't mind the occasional “him”) PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Stanza is a large she-cat. Her fur is an iridescent flame-orange with stripes of jet black and red across her back and legs, like fire licking up her body. She has oni fangs, and she looks like a tiger. Her tail has a tufted end. Her face is boldly marked with symmetrical red patterns reminiscent of a kabuki mask, so distinctive that she’s often mistaken for a spirit by kits and apprentices. She has a white chest and belly, and her paws are also white. She has a sigil marking on her flank and chest, believed by some to be a burn left by StarClan. Her eyes are orange with flickering red cores, seeming to look through lies and she has two long strings of fur on her face. COMBAT STYLE Movements inspired by ritual dance. She’ll often circle, feint, or sway before striking. She uses her tufted tail like a dancer’s ribbon, distracting, expressive, controlled. Each attack means something. A swipe to the ear is a warning; a claw at the shoulder is an insult; a throat lunge means death. She treats every battle as a conversation between spirits. She often uses ash, colored clays, or leaves in her fur to mask her scent or create illusions. In shadowy forests, her fiery pelt can vanish or become a flickering ghost. Her reputation precedes her. She’ll whisper a defeated cat’s name before they fall. Her voice is calm in chaos, many opponents hesitate, unsure if they’re fighting a warrior or an omen. She never stops moving. She spins, feints, and twists like smoke in wind. Her enemies grow dizzy before they bleed. Every move means something. Claw marks are deliberate, each one forming patterns meant to “mark” enemies with shame, fear, or fate. She mimics her opponent’s first few moves, then turns them against them, as if showing them that they are their own death. She uses her voice in battle, chanting low phrases, sometimes in rhyme, confusing and unnerving foes. Never kills, slaughter is not her goal, change is. She leaves marks, often star-shaped scars that change her opponent both mentally and physically. She speaks prophecies mid-fight, sometimes distracting or unsettling her enemies with whispered truths or riddles. PERSONALITY Traits: Charismatic, cryptic, detached, compassionate, ritualistic, protective, aloof, mysterious, political, intelligent, strategic, theatrical, strange - Charismatic in a strange, aloof way - Speaks in visions and double meanings - Rarely angry, but never gentle - Does not explain herself unless it serves fate - Values truth, even painful, over comfort She doesn't follow signs. She is one. BACKSTORY Born during a red moon, Stanza was said to have gone silent the moment she first saw fire. She wandered into a StarClan-touched place as a kit and did not return the same. Since then, she has spoken in riddles, “foreseen death”, and left Clan life behind. Perhaps she died and came back. Maybe she never belonged to the living world at all. BELIEFS She does not follow StarClan, she guards their will, even when it harms. Fire is not destruction. Fire is revealing. Names are not given, they are earned, or taken.
