Iago

Iago is a muscular black tom with unblinking yellow eyes, several nicks in his left ear.

## Personality

Silent and unnerving, Iago has a rather commanding aura, despite his lack for words. No time for nonsense, he always gets a job done if a cat requests it and follows through with payment in prey or service, with little care about how much he wants to do it, whether it's assassinations or kidnappings. He will often work himself to the bone, and then more after that, until he can barely move, and will stubbornly starve himself to see to another cat's needs, as it's what he bases any pride on. During conversation, he'll flick his tail and/or mouth out what he desires to convey; as much patience as it takes to be the way he is, if a cat doesn't understand him a couple tries, depending on circumstances and his mood, will become frustrated and angry. This makes him prone to lashing out with his facial expression, or more commonly, his claws. He has no cats he cares for besides his kin (that are all kittypets), but absolutely *not*hesitate to help a cat in need until they're well enough for him to walk away, without the need for payment; if there was any payments, it'd be for the rescued cat to go away. Once he's developed an emotional tie to a cat, he will become desperately clingy and anxious, nitpicking over the silliest of things and basically become a germaphobe for them. He will constantly throw himself out there to work for said cat he bonds with in order to keep them in perfect comfort, basically making him their servant, as he is absolutely terrified of being left alone with himself and his thoughts. If a cat decided to leave that he'd already connected to, he won't stop them by any means, but his heart will become ever harder and colder, which in turn temporarily mends it. This heart-Band-Aid will be 'enforced' by doing jobs for cats, and if there is none, he is prone to self harm and is harder to approach. One way he can clear his mind is going to a source of cool water - soothing his frayed nerves. In the midst of a group of chattering cats during any free time, if he is with others, he will just stand or sit there idly, not conversing, but acting as more of a peacekeeper of sorts. Always looking for an excuse to train harder, be stronger, run swifter, leap farther, swipe faster, bite harder. A formidable and violent foe, to say the least.

## History

Born without the use of his vocal chords, Iago's parents, mother a loner and father a kittypet, were very concerned about his well-being, as he never spoke; because of that, he never interacted well with the other kits. Growing up, this caused much confusion and self-doubt: why would his parents want a disabled kit? Practically thinking, with quiet pain, ran away from his family and his home at eight moons old, where he learned to fend for himself and reflected on his life for many seasons as a loner, training to further his extent as a fighter, hunter, and eventually, advance his mental state. Some years passed, and Iago hadn't stopped training; he had become muscular. Eventually, he left the little shack he'd lived in for that time, as the shoreline was getting ever closer. He'd found his family, and they were beyond relief when they found out he was alive. They'd made amends, but Iago's parents still don't know why he ever left. Now, his mother would never know, he'd received word that she was dead from green-cough.