Somsri

[kel]

(THE SMALLER FEATURES);

Character name: Somsri
Age: Two years, five months
Animal: Feline
Breed/s: Siamese
Pack: Loner, at the moment

(I THINK I NEED A THERAPIST);

Personality: Somsri is a silly feline, she has no proper sense of danger - either that or perhaps it is blind courage. Of course it could be blamed on her mother's inattentiveness, Sri has a constant desire to please and entertain. If she gets a giggle out of a fellow feline by falling flat on her face, she will do it repeatedly in an attempt to amuse them. She often winds up doing bizarre (and sometimes dangerous) things to draw attention. It's not quite that she's an attention whore, after all Somsri has no desire to be in the spotlight, she just wishes to be noticed and acknowledged. Her absolute worst fear is to be left alone.

Personally, Somsri has no real issue with the canines – she has yet to have a bad encounter (or she may have just forgotten; some of her “stunts” have left her a little brain damaged). It just doesn’t click as to why some felines are so dead-set against living alongside canines, but she’s not about to be the one to rock the boat. Being that Sri is a pacifist with an intense dislike and fear of confrontation, she isn’t about to tell her fellow cats to live in peace with the dogs. She’d much rather put on a smile and act the fool to give some laughs.

Three strengths:

• Ever the peacemaker, Somsri has a knack for stopping fights before they start.
  
• Courageous (or perhaps simply stupid), Somsri often appears to be fearless.
  
• Loyalty, Sri isn't about to abandon a friend in need.

Three weaknesses:

• Fairly oblivious, Somsri can never seem to “get a clue” or “take a hint”.
  
• Her own small size, even though she's average for a domestic cat, she's small compared to other felines and canines.
  
• A touch of short term memory loss, Somsri's taken one too many whacks to the head.

(LOOKIN' AT MY REFLECTION);

Height: 11 inches
Weight: 8 pounds
Appearance: Somsri is a Seal Point Siamese meaning she has dark seal brown “points” on her. Her face is a mask of seal brown as are her ears, paws, and entire tail. Her body is a warm cream color, lightening to a pale cream on her chest and belly. Sri's fur is short and glossy, lying close to her body. And just as her breed dictates she is a very graceful, long, and svelte. Her body is lithe yet muscular. But her most striking feature is her deep, vivid, dark blue eyes.

Her body is very balanced and she is capable of amazing physical feats, leaping farther and higher than one would predict. Ever the natural gymnast, Somsri's body is also highly flexible, just like every other feline. Her paws are dainty and her legs are long and slender, just like every other part of her body they are graceful in appearance. Truly she is the Ferrari of domestic cats; sleek, fast, and beautiful.

(REMINISCING LIKE HELL);

History: Somsri comes from a humble beginning. Just a small litter of four kittens was birthed by her mother, and of those just two would survive; Somsri and her brother, Kiet. It was in their first few weeks of life that the other two kittens perished, an event brought about by the malnutrition of their mother. Sri and Kiet were simply the most aggressive of the four when it came to meal time. But the little female Siamese doesn't even remember she has a brother now, so the bothersome nightmares of chasing after a fellow Siamese kitten constantly disrupts her peaceful slumber.

Somsri grew well, a fine female to be sure, but her mother ignored her. Their father had left before they'd even been birthed, and often there were nights her mother would sit up as if waiting for him - she never would say precisely what had happened. However her mother's distance drove Somsri's wild behavior. She brought back mouse after mouse, trying to garner attention with her success as a hunter, but to no avail. She bumbled around like a fool, dancing on her paws only to comically fall flat. It was no use, her mother was a feline possessed by the past.

The little female grew weary of attempting to please her mother and gain her praise and attention and around her second year of life, Somsri left. She parted ways with her blood ties, deciding there surely must be others to give her the attention and love she desired. She encountered several canines, yet always managed to escape relatively unscathed. Certainly she got bashed around a bit and her head had collided with its fair shares of rocks and rusting garbage cans. The result is that she sometimes acts more than a little “touched” in the head.
Major turning points in life:
-- The death of her two siblings (though she does not recall this).
-- Leaving her family to “go abroad”.

(ALL ABOUT YOU, YOU, YOU);

Roleplaying Sample:

‘So diplomatic.’

Wrapped in shadows, the white she-wolf sat stock still in the snow, her violet eyes closed as she listened to the goings-on below. They were disorganized, confused, and divided in their opinions – a pack of fools. She heard the voice of reason speak up as they settled on a vote. Having come into earshot of the meeting mere seconds before Eliezer's admittance that a vote would have to do, it took a couple more speeches from various unseen wolves for Reyana to draw the conclusion that they were actually going to decide on the Deus position by popular vote.

Reyana could hardly believe her ears; in fact her eyes opened after one wolf declared the voting would begin. They couldn't be serious? The Coldblood dared nearer, her steps as silent as the snow would allow them to be - only a wolf with extreme senses or a long-distance lifespark would notice her where she currently stood. But she drew nearer, violet-hued eyes peering at the gathered wolves with intense curiosity and disbelief. And she watched as one by one a number of wolves stepped forward to make their mark and cast their vote. Incredulous, Reyana stared on a few moments more. Could it really be that simple?

“Might I toss my lot in as well?” She called down in a clear, well-carried voice, descending the small rise to the rear of the current Deus contestants with the loose half-ring of wolves drawn out before them. Only her movements made her stand out from the snowy backdrop, her fur melding perfectly with the fresh powder. Knowing that there might be a great stir at her sudden appearance, Reyana spoke again as she drew nearer. “Ah, forgive me, where are my manners.” The solid-colored she-wolf halted several yards behind Eliezer, placing herself slightly to his left side. She raised her head an inch, displaying every bit the proud and regal creature that she was. “Nomen mihi est Reyana Dragonsblood, filia of a former Frigus denuo pair.”

They were a bunch of pups, she noted as she surveyed the Coldbloods. Hardly a soul looked older than three – what experience could they have with leading a pack? Truly Frigus was in a time of need, and she had returned at the most perfectly opportune moment to claim the place that was rightfully hers. And it showed. Viewed from any angle, Reyana exuded an undeniable confidence and her presence commanded respect. It was etched into every muscle of her body, carved into every strand of fur – she was Reyana Dragonsblood, and she was better than all of you.

Your name/nickname: Kel
Age: 20
How long you've been roleplaying for: 9-10 years off and on
A few interesting facts about you: I have 4 horses, 4 dogs, and 1 cat. So, yes, I love animals.

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