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HIS NEW APPLICATION, WOO!
{TGB:} - Earth Tribe General - Mar by Takethra






>>>>>>FYI - I'm currently not really accepting more RP's with him – gomen!!!<<<<<<<<*has too many RP's* LOL

UPDATES 4! MAR HAS AN APPRENTICE! THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT IS ENDING!
Updates 3 – Two new personality traits, with a few diminished ones as well~ also, Motivations have undergone change!
Updates 2! Birthday – he’s now 6 season cycles old (he’ll be a grumpy ol’ elder in no time |-D)! Also his ‘Current Status’ is updated, along with his Motivations/Goals, Skills, and RP History!
UPDATES! 1 I added a personality trait, a chronicled timeline of his last year in the tribes, and a handful of otherthings here and there!

:icontgb-earthtribe: :iconthe-golden-butterfly: :icontgb-earthtribe:
No not that guy, THAT GUY by Kairu-sora
LIKES-TO-FIGHT-GUY! www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrerho…
Twitter Account: twitter.com/hubrispit

“What doesn’t kill me better run the hell away.”
“WTF IS THIS CAT DOING OUT OF HELL?” - Dust502


Current Status: Not as much of a douchey jerk – more reserved and rather sulky – but still just as ill-tempered.
:new:Going to battle with his ‘son,’ Alriyel, among others, to free the cats in captivity up north!



True Name: Mar
Kit Name: Hubris
Name Meanings: Mar -‘Snake’ in Farsi; Hubris - ‘Pride’ in Greek.
Nicknames: Thistle by friends, Bile and Coney by others
Gender: Male
:new:Age: 6 season cycles
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Tribe: Earth
Rank: Warrior, Ex-Loner
Soulbond:  Neytiri
Mate:  Neytiri
Apprentice:  Tabitha

Skills:  MAXED OUT! 13 + 3, Secondary
He hardly ever activates his tattoo during combat, only seldom using his strength skills to defeat an enemy – fancying himself too good already at fighting for having to use it on anyone besides a particularly potent adversary, when he’s facing death, or just particularly angry.
Move A Rock | Push Back | Pushing Boulders I | Pushing Boulders II | Picking On Me? | Pushing Boulders III | Cracking Wood | Cracking Stone | Hard Head | Living Shield | Rock-Hard Nerves | Frenzy | I Am a Stone | Unknown Imaginary | Unknown Imaginary | Unknown Imaginary
Soulbound Skills: MAXED OUT! 10 + 1
Are We One? | Lending Energy | I’ll Find You Boulders | Lean On Me | Radar | These Vines are Mine! | You Summon, I Throw | A Rain of Splinters (Wood) | A Rain of Splinters (Stone) | Ultimatum | Unknown Imaginary

Appearance
The first thing one notices upon meeting Mar is his tremendous size: his tall frame towers over most of his tribemates, and he seems to quite enjoy the fact. His expression, when not smug, is often seen as one of indolent resignation or annoyance. His scarred-up pelt is the color of swamp water, or dried mud, and he smells much like his sense of humor: dry and cold. His tattoo is a thorny circle, that when activated, crawls over his fur like the jagged vines of a creeper, to crown him with the likeness of a thistle flower over his venom-green eye.
-Breed: Chausie x Javanese Mix
-Size: Large – 16” at shoulder, weighing 20 lbs. (put on some muscle since joining tribesss)
-Shape: Tall, lanky, athletic build, high shoulders
-Distinguishing Features: Long neck and face, brush tail, ear-tufts, crooked whiskers, scars which he’s made no attempt at getting healed
-Fur: unkempt - wiry with soft, smooth undercoat
-Bearing: Relaxed, confident, domineering
-Scent: Dry, dusty, a little like sagebrush
-Voice: middling deepish, somewhat raspy, and perpetually haughty or bored-sounding; clipped and sharp of accent

Voice Actor: Beerus – Dragonball Z see purple cat dude here www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k0P8n…

Personality: Caustic | Cagey | Arrogant | Cunning | Loyal | Scrappy | Hard-Hearted | Irreverent | Self-Conscious | Guilt-ridden
      Myers-Briggs: ISTP                 Temperament: Choleric
- Caustic/Witty: || Mar has a quick and mordant tongue, given over to making untimely witticisms when not being outright rude. He’s sarcastic and bristly, humor dry and pessimistic, and he’s not unknown to give harsh words even to close friends. To those he deems enemies, his wit is sharp and merciless. Given his anti-social lifestyle, his scathing sense of humor is an ever-present thing in all his interactions with others, and he seems to have little ability or will to mask it.
- Cagey: || He tends towards independence, and masks his squishier feelings, his prickly exterior partially a veneer to defend himself from being hurt emotionally. He uses his harsh words to deflect any potentially-painful seeds of devotion. He already has Neytiri – he doesn’t need anyone else to secretly worry over, anyone else to share his allegiance. He feels that showing any vulnerable emotion is weak, in any case – any expression of care for another, or showing disappointment or anxiety is exhibition of his own inadequacy.
- Arrogant/Self-Assured: || He may be gangly and scarred, and have minimal social skills, but dang is he proud of it. He views himself as a lone-ranger of the wilderness, superior and saboteur of all whom he surveys, friend and foe alike, and is easily perturbed by those who do not hold such a favorable opinion of himself. He thinks all these things, but of course he does not often outright point it out – except to treat everyone else with general disdain. He also fancies himself a ladies’ man.
- Cunning/Savvy: || Not all his pomp is without cause – he is clever and has a keen mind, and is proficient at using his wit in hunting and in combat. And though his mind may be oft clouded with prejudice, and he has an aptitude towards pigeonholing others, he has sufficient shrewdness to discern most BS tossed his way. He is also well-acquainted with the north-western wilderness of Nandryx, having lived there longer than almost any other cat in the tribes, and uses this familiarity with the land to his advantage when hunting and in confrontations with other, and of course for bragging rights.
- Loyal/Tenacious: || He sticks to his proverbial guns, and to those with whom he develops a close bond, he sticks with to the bitter end – be this out of stubbornness and general hard-headery or legitimate faithfulness depends on his object of loyalty. In the way of friends, though he hardly fawns over them or expresses it with words, he does allow himself to care for some, and allies himself to them unswervingly.
- Scrappy: || Given his larger, if lean, frame, he doesn’t oft back off from a fight – he’s aggressive, sometimes reckless, and enjoys fencing physically as well as verbally with his opponents. In no situation would he have a problem with a fight arising – particularly if he gets to fight with a fiery she-cat or another cocky tom – he relishes every opportunity to exhibit his superiority, and sees fights, both physical and verbal as the perfect venue.
- Hard-Hearted: || He is not easily manipulated by pathos or emotional wiles, with the mentality of It’s a hard life for everyone – deal with it yourself where I can’t hear you. He is untrusting of most, and his ‘good opinion, once lost, is lost forever,’* - he holds to his grudges with righteous acrimony.
- Irreverent/Disrespectful: || Aside from when it counts, Mar can be depended upon to be constantly rude, and insolent, in particular, to those who he does not deem worthy of their higher-than-him station – which is pretty much anyone in a leadership position with whom he has not established a good reason to respect (‘a good reason to respect’ being they either kiss up to him like he thinks he deserves, or have the guts to put him in his place). This impudence, of course, makes him a most charming new addition to the Earth Tribe.

:new: - Self-Conscious/Uncertain: || Given his recent run-in with his conscience, (that is, the smiting of his ego upon the miscarriage of he and his mate’s taboo litter, and the maiming of a fire-tribe kit and run-in with her mother, and the humbling encounter he has with a lynx and a persistent tribemate (MARIO FOREVER)) his view of himself and the world has shaken significantly. Now, despite all his bravado, he has an underlying uncertainty in the tribal world, a discomfort in his own skin, as it appears that he may indeed not be the incarnation of justice and everything mighty in Nandryx – only time will tell if this results in a change of his malicious lifestyle.
:new: - Guilt-Ridden: || He hardly knows who he is any more. All the ground he’s stood upon his whole life (the ground being himself and his stringent independence, really) has been pulled out from under him – with the tragic death of his kits, Neytiri’s resulting pain, and the revelation of his surviving child’s indifference to him – among other conscience-eating events – consuming his mind. And try as he might to ignore the gnawing of his heart, it’s getting harder and harder to ignore. Try as he might, he cannot dismiss his pride and how it was the catalyst in all the last seasons’ traumas, and he cannot forget the abuse of his power, be it wielded against the delicate body of a kitten or the supplicating heart of his taboo mate. It’s getting harder and harder to continue to hate others for the crimes he’s committed against them.


Statistics: (inactive tattoo)
Dexterity:       :star: :star: :star: :star-half: :star-empty:
Strength:        :star: :star: :star: :star: :star-empty:
Constitution:   :star: :star: :star: :star: :star-half:
Wisdom:         :star: :star: :star-half: :star-empty: :star-empty:
Intelligence:   :star: :star: :star: :star-half: :star-empty:
Charisma:       :star: :star: :star-empty: :star-empty: :star-empty:
Stamina:        :star: :star: :star: :star-empty: :star-empty:

:new:Fighting Style:
Ruthless, calculating, and exultant.
To put it short and artistically: he puts making war right up there with making love – and does both the same way. Gradually intensifying, with a veritably sadistic savor. *Takethra is hecka shot*
Typical Battle
Despite his apparent bloodlust, he often waits for his opponent to make the first move, whence he makes an attack of opportunity. As large as he is, his tendency in combat is to continuously charge at an opponent and bowl them over – even if that means meeting their claws – until he’s laid them out for good. Then the warrior pins them, heedless of the inevitable belly-rakings this position lends him to – and gives them a good (but not grievous) wound before letting them up again; then he goes another bout to try and pin and score them once more – continuing to toy with them until he either loses interest, or they tick him off enough to push him to more serious measures. Aside from that, he’ll simply keep a fight going until he’s made sure his opponent knows they’ve lost.
Killing Blow:
His most common threat seems to be something to the effect of, “I’ll rip your [insert unflattering adjective here] throat out,” so it’s fair to assume that he has a particular relish for relieving his enemies of their tracheas.
Other Tendancies:
- Not using his powers unless in a dire situation
- He allows himself to be wounded if staying within reach of the blow works to his advantage
- It’s fair to assume he’s sadistic and masochistic *shot*


Strengths:
- Experienced combatant and hunter – he’s got many years on most cats of the tribes!
- Savvy – knowledgeable of the North-Western Nandryx region
- Capable of (and quite prefers) operating independent of others’ help

Weaknesses:
- Pride - Constant under-estimation and refusal to rely on others
- Hard-headedness makes him poor at adapting
- The sound of laughter and oblivious kittens


History: A Father’s Burden | Merging Families | And Then There Were Two | When Found Wanting | Tribe life
- A Father’s Burden: || Hubris was a kit born in a small litter to a pair of nondescript loners in the Nightwatch Forest. His mother died shortly after birthing them, young as she was; his father, an older tom, realizing his kits would starve if he did not find a way to give them milk, took the mewling lumps to his late mate’s friend – a queen who lived in the swamps, and bore most of her kits stillborn, having only a daughter remaining of her litter; she had milk in excess, and readily accepted the undertaking of feeding her friend’s young. Despite the charity, much to the horror of she and Hubris’s father, all but one of his children perish, as the altruistic queen’s milk dries up – Hubris’s father had tried feeding them whole food, even before they could have been weaned, but that did not stave off the death of his kits. In despair, he left the diminished queen with her daughter and his remaining kit, never to show his face to them again.
- Merging Families: || So Hubris grew up with Newt and her parents: the queen who’d mothered him, and an unaccepting new father. When Newt’s father had found that he his mate hadn’t produced any living sons, he’d grown bitter against his daughter that remained. And as this tom disdained Hubris’s favorite and only playmate, Hubris himself found that he disliked him rather a lot. And his very insolent presence was enough to turn her father off to him, as well. Newt’s mother, however, was not unkind to the kits, treasuring her daughter, and Hubris, for that matter, as her own, despite the bitterness of her mate.
- And Then There Were Two: || Newt’s familial strife grew, and Hubris became quite overwhelmed by it – still resentful of his own father, wondering why he’d abandoned him to such a dysfunctional lot, never mind the camaraderie between he and Newt. He began to grow more and more independent of the family, going more frequently than coming – finding he enjoyed fending for himself and hunting without their drama. One day, however, when he returned, he found that his surrogate mother had died – and Newt had ended her relationship with her father after a heated dispute. Hubris was distraught, and even more surprised when Newt declared her emancipation from their father. The tom apparently had no problem with this, for he gave them no more trouble, after Newt and Mar absconded his territory. Hubris was much more pleased to have Newt his companion without any strife from her relations, though he regretted the loss of her mother. Happy he was, to have a hunting partner in Newt, as much as they clashed. They hunted well together, and for years, were happy.
They’d established their own territory in the northern end of their swamp, though shortly after had to vacate themselves west – with the strange arrival of hordes of cats from the south – felines that ran in tribes, an anomaly of codependent cats. Hubris and Newt resented these aliens that now walked their land, as their numbers had forced them to leave yet more territory behind them, as they were forced to live further on the fringe of Nandryx. But just like all the changes undergone in their life, they adapted: learning the lay of new lands and the runs of new prey until they grew content with their fringe, and Hubris’s life returned to status quo.

- When Found Wanting: || Then came the Drought. The familiar shade of their forest dwindled away as the leaves withered and died, and the Waters of Ezrael were reduced to toad-skin lakebed. Hubris and Newt had no choice but to leave their once-stable independence – to join the communal security of a Tribe. Both their ample reservoirs of pride were brought low as they reduced themselves to the dependence of others – Newt in particular was disdainful at the ‘diminishment’ of their state – Hubris himself was more or less resigned to it. Despite the varying degree of bitterness in their respective attitudes, however, they were permitted entry to the Tribe, gaining its protection in exchange for their aid in the labor to acquire water.
To add to the drastic changes in their lives, they were given new names by the Earth Spirit: Mar and Neytiri, and became warriors for their tribe, and diggers for water.

- Tribe Life: || Both of them were relieved to not be quite starving or dying of thirst – though they both remained ill-at-ease in their newfound situation. Mar found it disconcerting to no longer have any privacy, though did not mind at all the fact that the population of females his world had so suddenly increased. And it was not so bad – he still got to roam the land with Neytiri – only on different terms now. It was lousy taking orders from senior members of the tribe – especially that little upstart of a Deputy – but it was all better, certainly, than a sharp stick in the eye, or, say, being a dried-up carcass out in the emaciated woods. Who knew how long this whole tribe thing would last, anyhow.

Chronicles:
Timeline
- Year 3 ||
      - Mar’s discovery of the tribe’s when they came to northern Nandryx.
- Year 5 ||
WINTER
      - After joining the tribes, Neytiri and Mar decide to become soul-bound.
      - Mar’s first close-encounter with a tribemate, an interaction with a tom named Firo that quickly becomes awkward.
      - And he ends up going on a hunting patrol with said cat!
      - Mar meets his deputy, Kokkinos, and, in short, doesn’t give him any of the respect he deserves.
      - A social-encounter Mar is more up to speed with – when he fights a tom named Fadri upon discovering he’s been messing around with Neytiri.
      - When said fight is split-up before Mar severely wounds a maddeningly unfazed Fadri, a wedge is put Mar and Neytiri.

SPRING
      - Crazily, Mar and Neytiri’s relationship having since been repaired, they decide to try at having kits. Even though they’re soulbound. *SHOT*
      - Mar meets Phoebe, a gregarious Fire-Tribe apprentice, who doesn’t seem to know when to stop pushing an piss-ant tom’s buttons. Upon losing his temper on her and wounding her, she is delivered from being tossed into the lake by a ticked-off Shadow apprentice named Drake.
      - In the meantime, Mar meets another one of his tribemates, a she-cat close to Firo, who is deeply resentful of their relationship - Shibui!
      - Mar meets a very hacked-off she-cat named Palette,  who is seeking vendetta for the harming of her son, Drake, and the apprentice Phoebeand they duke it out around the Bog of Moving Rocks before Mar is overcome with guilt and leaves.
      - Once during a foray into the woods, Mar encounters a lynx – and try as he might, cannot overcome it, until the unwelcome arrival of Firo!
      - Despite his anger upon his rescue, Mar goes with a dejected Firo to be healed in Light Tribe by Basil, after their gruesome battle with the lynx – and, through a number of temper-tantrums, something like a vague friendship (or at least not extreme hate from Mar) is established between them.
      - Mar grudgingly goes with Firo to the lake upon his persistent invitation – and despite himself, winds up engaged in “child’s play” in the water with the tom.
      - Fatefully, Neytiri finds she is pregnant!

SUMMER
      - Firo is enraged by Mar’s mating of Neytiri, and isn’t shy of letting him know about it with an infuriated head-butt uppercut to the older tom’s jaw. Mutual bafflement and resentment all around.
      - Nearing the end of Neytiri’s pregnancy, she falls ill and must be moved to Light Tribe camp.
      - Alriyel cult arrives at the gathering – and Mar is invigorated by their speech and words of war – renewing his vow to bring down the tribes.
      - Neytiri’s delivery of her litter goes badly, and Mar leaves before its conclusion. The kits are born – or miscarried – except for one, Winter, and Neytiri is devastated.

AUTUMN
      -:new: On a depressed sulk through the northern forest, Mar encounters Shibui alone, who’d since joined the Alriyel cultists, while she’s patrolling the Golden Butterflies’ territory – resulting in a fight of some long-pent-up-resentment on both sides, and a surprising stalemate in the end.
      -:new: Freakin’ amazingly, it turns out Winter is the Golden Butterfly!!!


Motivations
-Conscious: PRIDE and WRATH – Saving Face
Either acquiring a place of power in the tribes, or making the tribes second-guess in general their decision to move to Nandryx. :new: He’s not so sure about that ambition any longer. His current most pressing motivation is saving face from the last year’s past epic-fails.
-Subconscious: INSECURITY and ENVY
Though he doesn't know it, trying to prove himself powerful and worthy in his own eyes, despite his father's abandonment. Also, making everyone as miserable as he is – IE, debasing others, crushing contentment and good-humor whenever he can (hence his dislike for kits and disrespect for those in power)
-Current Goals:
  - Figure out Neytiri’s apparent hormonal issues ever since their soul-binding
  - Prove Firo wrong about him
  - Figure out a way to leave his tribe and still maintain his powers (LOL GOOD LUCK BRO)
  - Find candidates for lovin' that aren’t toms
  - Have kits with his soulbound Neytiri
  - Make sure said kits survive!
  - Make sure the last kit, Winter, survives.
  - Make sure the tribes aren’t destroyed by the Alriyel Strangers so that he can destroy them himself. (LOL GOOD LUCK BRO)

  - Maybe try eating another cat before he dies. *shot*
  :new:- Come to terms with the fact that Alriyel doesn’t really acknowledge him or Neytiri in any way, shape, or form.
  :new:- Come to terms with the fact that Neytiri shouldn’t be denied the joy of kittens, even through the depressing means of a surrogate father.

Relationships:
TGB - Mar's Relationships by Takethra
TGB - Mar Heart-Chart by Takethra

Relationship Information:
Relationship Status|| Closed
Orientation|| Straight
Preferences|| Smaller cats that don’t like to be touched, feisty and easy to tease, soft fur – and not super-young.
Looking For|| More places to make love to his Mate. Open to a fling or two or three. The only reason he’d ever want to settle down and have kits would be to see more ‘superior beings’ like himself come into existence, and to tease Neytiri about becoming an aunt.
Current Attractions|| Neytiri, Shibui, Alcina
Past Attractions|| Isa

Family:
Father||
Kouros || Male | Shadow Loner | Truant
Mother||
Leva || Female | Earth Loner | Deceased
Brother(s)||
Unknown || Male | Loner | Deceased
Unknown || Male |Loner | Deceased
Sister(s) ||
Unknown || Female | Loner | Deceased
Neytiri|| Female | Earth Tribe | Warrior | Alive (Adoptive)
In-Laws of Note ||
Curatrix|| Female | Earth Tribe | Guard | Sister In-Law


Mate ||
Isa || Female || Shadow Tribe || Deceased
Children ||
Ashalectra || Female | Shadow Tribe
Unknown || Deceased
Unknown || Deceased

Mate ||
Neytiri || Female || Earth Tribe || Warrior
Soulbondcest Children ||
Winter - Alriyel || Male | Golden Butterfly

Unknown || Deceased
Unknown || Deceased
Unknown || Deceased


Roleplay Example:
After Mar’s first encounter with Firo
Marble.
He watched in uneasy distaste as the cat studied him for a little longer with those insufferable eyes. Mar deigned to meet them with a sidelong look. He’d hoped the tortoiseshell was choosing now to clam up, and would perhaps leave or go lap up water again or just turn his back, that he might abscond – and his whiskers raised in sudden awareness as the cat finally stood, eyes sliding away.
You could always ask.
You could always ask, indeed – Mar almost snorted. He would have rather liked to reply with an objection that would make sure that Marble knew that he had no interest whatsoever in the hypothetical insects in which they spoke, but held his tongue, and only beheld him curtly as he bowed in parting and spoke a good-bye, before turning away.
The big cat’s claws unsheathed subconsciously, as he watched him leave. “I dare say it was…” he muttered, to no one in particular.
He then found himself on his paws, and going to the water. He was thirsty again.
And then his ears flicked. There was an early-morning honeybee drinking from a fallen leaf beside him. Upon seeing it – the glimmer of its tiny wings - his claws sank into the dirt of the shore.
And he told himself how much he hated the Tribe Cats.


Other:
- He likes kittens about as much as swamp rats.
- He’s tired of eating birds and amphibians. He doesn’t mind swamp fish, though, and derives an irrational glee from stealing eggs from birds’ nests.
- He hardly ever activates his tattoo during combat, only seldom using his strength skills to defeat an enemy – fancying himself too good already at fighting for having to use it on anyone besides a particularly potent adversary.
- He is prejudiced against younger cats, deeming them inexperienced and naïve.
- The flower in his tattoo, when activated, resembles a Thistle, hence his nickname
- He learned to swim in the swamp!
- Quote that Inspired the Character: “Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” - Mark Twain
- Fears (AKA Hates):
      - Not being taken seriously
      - Being laughed at
      - Failure
      - Having to depend on others
      - Having his tiny heart ‘found out’ HENCE HIS FIRO-HATE xD
- Favorites:
      -Food: Hawk (he fancies he can catch them)
      -Color: Red
      -Season: Winter (allegedly because natural selection works best during this time)
      -Scars – he wears them as a badge of honor, and thinks little of anyone that doesn’t have at least one.
- Themesongs:
TGB - Thistle Playlist by Takethra
- Character Inspirations:
      -Okonkwo, protagonist of Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
      -Zabuza, Naruto
      -Gru, Despicable Me
      -Clyde C. Barrow (man in outlaw duo of Bonnie and Clyde)
      -Scar, The Lion King
      -Jayne, Joss Whedon’s Firefly and Serenity
      -Envy and Scar, Fullmetal Alchemist
      -Kyoya Ootori, Ouran High School Host Club


Features:
Drawings
:bulletgreen: Humanized Mar & Neytiri takethra.deviantart.com/art/Du…             :bulletgreen: Bonnie and Clyde takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…            
:bulletgreen: Twitter Header takethra.deviantart.com/art/Ma…             :bulletgreen: So Damn Straight! takethra.deviantart.com/art/So…            
:bulletgreen: Twitter Cats artistic-twist.deviantart.com/…             :bulletgreen: RP Sketchdump takethra.deviantart.com/art/BA…            
:bulletgreen: Firo and Mar takethra.deviantart.com/art/An…             :bulletgreen: Kokkinos and Mar steffanosaurus.deviantart.com/…            
:bulletgreen: Height Meme takethra.deviantart.com/art/He…             :bulletgreen: ET Headshots feisty-tion.deviantart.com/art…            
:bulletgreen: Headshot rainwolfeh.deviantart.com/art/…            :bulletgreen: Sketchesz gingerflight.deviantart.com/ar…            
:bulletgreen: Request! fleetingstability.deviantart.c…              :bulletgreen: Headshot! inkblackshadow.deviantart.com/…            
:bulletgreen: SOULBOUNDCEST takethra.deviantart.com/art/I-…             :bulletgreen: It Must Be True Love takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…            
:bulletgreen: Ornery Boi ;D pavrzlove.deviantart.com/art/P…            :bulletgreen: Mar Parent Meme takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…            
:bulletgreen: I’m Not You – Humanized Mario takethra.deviantart.com/art/I-…             :bulletgreen: All Mine – Martini cateawren.deviantart.com/art/A…            
:bulletgreen: Many Cats - saivur.deviantart.com/art/CATS…             :bulletgreen: Born in Sin – Winter’s Birth takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…            
:bulletgreen: Wanna Go to the Lake? takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…             :bulletgreen: Icons pavrzlove.deviantart.com/art/A…              
:bulletgreen: When You Touch Me dddigi.deviantart.com/art/when…              :bulletgreen: Many Cats saivur.deviantart.com/art/CATS…              
:bulletgreen: Requestssss silvadil.deviantart.com/art/TG…              :bulletgreen: Martini Doodles artistic-twist.deviantart.com/…              
:bulletgreen: Chibis bayflight.deviantart.com/art/T…              :bulletgreen: When Life was Simple takethra.deviantart.com/art/Wh…            
:bulletgreen: Badass Freaking Mar kyle-tgb.deviantart.com/art/No…              :bulletgreen: Animated Chibi artistic-twist.deviantart.com/…            
:bulletgreen: Tribe Chillin’ shadowclawfc.deviantart.com/ar…             :bulletgreen: Practice - takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…              :bulletgreen: Training Time - takethra.deviantart.com/art/TG…          

           
RP’s and Lit
See ‘Chronicles’ above, beneath History, for links to roleplays and literature.

Old Applications:
{TGB: Green-Earth} - Mar 2.0 by Takethra  {TGB: Green Earth} - Mar by Takethra
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Neytiri: Neytiri OH MY by Artistic-Twist  My My~ Mar that's a nice ass you have there. >:3 *Swats his butt and RUNS*