Riversky

**Riversky** is a silver lynx point cat with gray-blue eyes.

**Riversky** was born as **Riverkit** to unknown parents.

## Appearance

Riversky is a tall, short-furred silver tabby with bright, gleaming blue eyes. He has sharp, well-refined facial features accompanied with large ears. Well-kept and delicately tended to, sun-touched bleached stones could describe his shining, glittering pelt touched by the waters themselves that he embraces. Having a lean-muscled physique, Riversky skill set revolves around agility, prominent in the elegance through even the roughest currents and calculated precision in his quick movements when confronting enemies much stronger and larger than him. Riversky’s body and its width is longer than average, similar to that of his slender, tabby-marked tail.

## Personality

Climbing upward the highest mountains peaks and padding through the breathtaking undergrowth with gentle pawpads, curious glances and feathery light touches towards luscious greenery with softened, glittering eyes of complete wonderment, Riversky finds fulfillment through the wanderlust that accompanied rushing adrenaline, the purpose for unrestrained restlessness, the reason for his free-spirited nature and adventurous spirit, togetherness bringing forth longing, a wish so strong to embrace every aspect of life itself. It all resonates with his easygoing, playful and lighthearted demeanor. Though quite the factual thinker, he can unintentionally overlook others’ feelings in favor of rationality. Surprisingly perspective and compassionate, Riversky attempts showing empathy to others, considerate regardless of his efforts being near fruitless when words fail him.

Oftentimes extremely vague, he is otherwise a truthful feline. Riversky can come across as dismissive, though in truth he would love to befriend anyone, his calming presence segway for enjoyable conversation. Despite how he acts, however, he still holds that shyness and anxiousness he has had as a younger apprentice. With an overly trustful and gullible heart, it doesn’t take much to take down his defenses. Though, he opens up just to close anyone out the longer they stick around, commitment and its definition which makes him fear the possibility of restraint.

He isn’t one to do most things alone when it isn’t involving venturing throughout the world laid before him, one to be following sheep than being the one to do his own thing when getting involved with others. Though, this isn’t because he doesn’t hold a creative streak, quite the opposite in fact. Riversky is a secretive storyteller that can only be known from those who listen to him as he's unaware of his rambling regarding the world around him and what he thinks of it. Descriptive and poetic and well-spoken, stories like that of elderly tales become more visually vivid than what they would speak, his words bringing everything to life with Riversky as the eye of the beholder, preaching and deeming his stories and what he views them as something beautiful. Though, he hesitates stepping out the herd in fear of disinterest and only ever speaks his mind from time to time.

Eloquent and persuasive, his silver-tongued attitude supports how he coaxed many cats into letting him in onto their good sides and to get what he wants without force or demand. Though, there is a prominent difference between wanting to be on others' sides to avoid strong disappointment and his persuasiveness purposefully prodding nerves meant to be untouched. Provocations towards cats he wouldn’t mind putting off is something he sees as fun, becoming quite the troublemaker with cats he shows obvious contempt towards. Inferiority blends with his ill-intentions, and agitation on every fueled his slick words that carried cruelty on the tongue of the usually relaxed feline, a coolness im his voice unnatural with the words he let maliciously fall from his maw without a care for how it affects others, finding enjoyment in how agitation reaches the surface. Ironically, this confidence is completely gone when talking to others with better intentions, different when attempting to discuss with those he doesn’t see much as a bother, which is most cats as he doesn’t often ask for disputes unless searching for something much more fun than exploring, being quite the harmless tease most of the time as the middle ground between goading and passiveness.

Aimlessness wanderings throughout landscapes comes in the way he ambles throughout life with cluelessness and a desire to add intricacies to his displayed shallowness, unlike his troublesome undertows of complexity unbeknownst to him. Riversky is an idealistic dreamer, his head in the clouds with a heart soaring through the skies and streams as he often dreams of self-made destiny and attained dreams, yet unsure of obtaining such things. Though appreciating seclusion, loneliness occasionally comes wracking, never truly contended with solemnity as he seeks for one-on-one company, even when lacking the emotional capacity to form interpersonal relationships.

Soft-spoken words fall from his maw similarly to tranquil streams, alluring sweetness in his voice like that of the scent of flora and fauna. He leaves behind stinging sensations unpleasant when he becomes scattered leaves in the wind, leaving behind those he once accompanied when it comes to responsibility. His presence is fleeting, there but never for as long as someone would like him to be, supportive and assisting when needed but only out of the strong obligation to do so. Riversky, unnaturally detached from himself, has yet to find his sense of self, most feelings foreign to him as his decisions. Apprehensive at the thought of being reprimanded for making mistakes, Riversky puts off making most decisions, stemming from the fear of picking the wrong one. So he ends up relying on others doing most of the talking and dictate most of his decisions and interests.

Riversky never means to purposefully hurt anyone that connects with him, wanting to become a healed over wound when he leaves them hurt as a result of his distance. He doesn’t speak about his whereabouts, believing they aren’t worth listening to when he prefers being scattered leaves in the wind, coming and going and leaving behind his ambience which he hopes would leave and be forgotten with time. He becomes a figment of one's imagination, a dream unable to be fully remembered, everything eventually brushed under the bushes and never returning as his way of giving an apology, his punishment having lost their acknowledgment of him. Riversky gives away promises, liking to believe himself to follow through with his words of reassurance if it meant they’re happy with him, even if it's a near lie for approval, a thing meant to be done for good relations as told of him to do. Though he says this, subconsciously he knows this roots from fear of judgment and delaying the inevitable when his words are found to have been nothing of deceit that stems from his fear of emotional connections, of flawed ugliness revealed.