Post by Quackfruit on Aug 14, 2011 19:14:03 GMT -5
One will find that the Cobalts and Vermilions actually differ quite radically in the way they manage themselves, in comparison to the Human gangs their founders were greatly influenced by. Not only that, but they are also a stark contrast betwixt themselves as well.
Their demeanor and attitude towards everything is generally cold and apathetic, distrusting and plotting. They do things only to achieve their own ends, not just for the sake of doing it. They contemplate every action before doing it and sentence before uttering it. Cobalts only live together for the obvious sense in doing so; there is strength in numbers. They are quiet and calm, and an excess of emotion is very frowned upon in the Cobalt culture. Cobalts do not care, and that is the end of it.
Toms treat their mollies very distantly, seeing them as these weak things that do not really deserve to be bothered with. At times it is hard to ignore their own urges, but even mating with mollies is seen as a rather grudging task, as it would require larger reactions than they would prefer to give.
Kittens almost always never know their sires, and since the time of birth they are indoctrinated into the selfish, withdrawn ways of the Cobalts. If a queen is ever seen giving their kittens affection, it is punishable by an unsheathed-clawed beating and switching out the mother for another, more respectable (respecting a molly? How laughable!) queen.
Even the most sensitive and passionate temperaments are quickly subdued and brainwashed into the “acceptable image of a true Cobalt.”
Cobalts greatly look down their noses at the Vermilions and their barbarian lifestyles. They let females come into power, even! Without even so much as a word of protest! They act on impulsive whims, rarely ever thinking before they do something, often leading to casualties. Foolish—it was as if they were outright requesting Cobalts to mar their flanks with scars.
Cobalts hold no one but themselves in great regard, and this is the sole thing they all share the same pride in.
They have a council of elites, the most influential, charismatic and manipulative toms out of the lot of them, and they dictate, regulate and determine anything and everything in the gang.
Mollies are not deemed crucial enough to be given names by the toms... though, among themselves, in the solitude of their painfully quiet days in the nursing areas... they might whisper, "Jane Doe, how are your kittens coming along...?" or, "I hate to see what those bastards do to them, So-And-So... I want to kill them all..."
THE VERMILIONS:
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... the red in my veins I trust...”
THE COBALTS:
“Idiots die many times before their death, but a Cobalt never meets their end—they only multiply.”
“Idiots die many times before their death, but a Cobalt never meets their end—they only multiply.”
Their demeanor and attitude towards everything is generally cold and apathetic, distrusting and plotting. They do things only to achieve their own ends, not just for the sake of doing it. They contemplate every action before doing it and sentence before uttering it. Cobalts only live together for the obvious sense in doing so; there is strength in numbers. They are quiet and calm, and an excess of emotion is very frowned upon in the Cobalt culture. Cobalts do not care, and that is the end of it.
Toms treat their mollies very distantly, seeing them as these weak things that do not really deserve to be bothered with. At times it is hard to ignore their own urges, but even mating with mollies is seen as a rather grudging task, as it would require larger reactions than they would prefer to give.
Kittens almost always never know their sires, and since the time of birth they are indoctrinated into the selfish, withdrawn ways of the Cobalts. If a queen is ever seen giving their kittens affection, it is punishable by an unsheathed-clawed beating and switching out the mother for another, more respectable (respecting a molly? How laughable!) queen.
Even the most sensitive and passionate temperaments are quickly subdued and brainwashed into the “acceptable image of a true Cobalt.”
Cobalts greatly look down their noses at the Vermilions and their barbarian lifestyles. They let females come into power, even! Without even so much as a word of protest! They act on impulsive whims, rarely ever thinking before they do something, often leading to casualties. Foolish—it was as if they were outright requesting Cobalts to mar their flanks with scars.
Cobalts hold no one but themselves in great regard, and this is the sole thing they all share the same pride in.
They have a council of elites, the most influential, charismatic and manipulative toms out of the lot of them, and they dictate, regulate and determine anything and everything in the gang.
Mollies are not deemed crucial enough to be given names by the toms... though, among themselves, in the solitude of their painfully quiet days in the nursing areas... they might whisper, "
THE VERMILIONS:
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... the red in my veins I trust...”
The Vermilions are quite unorthodox, or so the Cobalts would claim.
They thrive on emotion, physical pleasure and anything that “gets their blood pumping.” Fights extreme enough to make fur fly are common here, and so are rapings... of both genders. Vermilions are very bisexual as a general belief, though personal preference is not even blinked at, and don't see the need to restrict themselves to just one type of cat. Even the toms that mostly prefer males, and mollies that usually go for another molly, will come together with a member of the opposite sex for the sake of making kittens, to keep their gang strong in numbers.
Unlike the Cobalts, that force their mollies to believe they are useless for anything but breeding, the Vermilions give everyone a fair chance. However, if you prove yourself to be of no use, you're fair game to the more sadistic and deviant members of the gang. Small toms are overtaken by larger, tougher mollies and tortured and/or used for other personal uses, the same with a weaker molly and a stronger tom. One of these uses includes something akin to slavery, if not complete slaving.
There is no such thing as a “fairer sex” or a “masculine sex” here.
Kittens are guarded and protected with the utmost caution and every ounce of capability. They are the lifeblood of the gang and should be treated as so, as someday they will be in ones' exact position, doing the same thing you are doing now. Might as well keep them happy and sheltered while you can, yes?
Queens are looked up to, because birthing kittens is a dangerous endeavor that can easily kill a molly if even the slightest thing goes wrong. It is the belief that a tom should feel honored if a molly approaches them with the suggestion of letting him father the next generation. It is a molly's business whom the sire of her kittens are, and does not have to reveal them if she does not wish to. Asking a queen whom they mated with is a very disrespectful motion and is practically calling for a torn ear.
Their system has one Gangleader above the rest, with two supervisors beneath the Gangleader that he/she chooses themselves. These are always the strongest, most powerful cats in the Gang with the most famous reputations. The two supervisors are always battling each other to prove to the Gangleader which one deserves to be successor most.
The Gangleader never steps down willingly and is forced to if they become too old ('weak') or is handicapped somehow. The best end a Gangleader can get is death, to avoid the humiliation.
Upon the Gangleader's death/'dethroning', the two supervisors have a fight to the death, and whomever is left standing? Well, they end up as the new Gangleader.
No Vermilion has a last name, sans those that prove themselves worthy enough of having one, like the Gangleaders and supervisors. No kittens they have inherit it; it's their surname that they choose to attach to their first name (which they choose as well when they reach maturity) for the rest of their lives, completely unique to them. Having a second name guarantees immortality inside Cobalt legend and history, so they always choose deliberately strong-sounding and intimidating names beforehand.
They thrive on emotion, physical pleasure and anything that “gets their blood pumping.” Fights extreme enough to make fur fly are common here, and so are rapings... of both genders. Vermilions are very bisexual as a general belief, though personal preference is not even blinked at, and don't see the need to restrict themselves to just one type of cat. Even the toms that mostly prefer males, and mollies that usually go for another molly, will come together with a member of the opposite sex for the sake of making kittens, to keep their gang strong in numbers.
Unlike the Cobalts, that force their mollies to believe they are useless for anything but breeding, the Vermilions give everyone a fair chance. However, if you prove yourself to be of no use, you're fair game to the more sadistic and deviant members of the gang. Small toms are overtaken by larger, tougher mollies and tortured and/or used for other personal uses, the same with a weaker molly and a stronger tom. One of these uses includes something akin to slavery, if not complete slaving.
There is no such thing as a “fairer sex” or a “masculine sex” here.
Kittens are guarded and protected with the utmost caution and every ounce of capability. They are the lifeblood of the gang and should be treated as so, as someday they will be in ones' exact position, doing the same thing you are doing now. Might as well keep them happy and sheltered while you can, yes?
Queens are looked up to, because birthing kittens is a dangerous endeavor that can easily kill a molly if even the slightest thing goes wrong. It is the belief that a tom should feel honored if a molly approaches them with the suggestion of letting him father the next generation. It is a molly's business whom the sire of her kittens are, and does not have to reveal them if she does not wish to. Asking a queen whom they mated with is a very disrespectful motion and is practically calling for a torn ear.
Their system has one Gangleader above the rest, with two supervisors beneath the Gangleader that he/she chooses themselves. These are always the strongest, most powerful cats in the Gang with the most famous reputations. The two supervisors are always battling each other to prove to the Gangleader which one deserves to be successor most.
The Gangleader never steps down willingly and is forced to if they become too old ('weak') or is handicapped somehow. The best end a Gangleader can get is death, to avoid the humiliation.
Upon the Gangleader's death/'dethroning', the two supervisors have a fight to the death, and whomever is left standing? Well, they end up as the new Gangleader.
No Vermilion has a last name, sans those that prove themselves worthy enough of having one, like the Gangleaders and supervisors. No kittens they have inherit it; it's their surname that they choose to attach to their first name (which they choose as well when they reach maturity) for the rest of their lives, completely unique to them. Having a second name guarantees immortality inside Cobalt legend and history, so they always choose deliberately strong-sounding and intimidating names beforehand.