Post by offtomars on Jul 10, 2012 21:18:14 GMT
CHELL
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three • female • domestic feline • unknown • loner •
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PERSONALITY |[/font]
Chell is basically what some would call a 'mad scientist'. Her enormous curiosity tends to go a step further, and she holds experiments on anything she can get her paws on, even herself. But usually more then often herself. Her experiments include, but are not limited to - 'Hold long can a 9 month old kitten stay under water?', 'Does gravity work everywhere?', and 'How sharp does something need to be to pierce the skin?'. Chell has very little remorse for any of her test subjects. These questions need to be answered... FOR SCIENCE! That's Chell's excuse for everything. Her upbringing is partially to blame for this Dr. Benway behavior. Both of her parents were born into a human laboratory, and were used as test subjects. They loved every second of it. It seems obvious that their love for science would rub off on Chell.
There's more to Chell then just slightly-insane scientist, though. She's an adventurous little bastard, way too curious to let any small cave or den go unexplored. This leads to some obvious problems, folks don't always like you poking your nose into their home, even if it's an accident.
Chell is also rather anxious. She tends to get nervous doing the same repetitive things. Her life requires action, and doing things. Without been properly stimulated, Chell can go into a flat out panic. So she tries to keep on her toes and move around. Restless as usual, Chell hardly ever stays in the same area for long. However, she does have her little 'lab' the she's been known to go to often. But aside from that, there's no real given place that Chell calls home. The lab is more like a work space anyway.
Chell has a wonderful mind. She's a quick learner, and her brain is full of questions and imagination. Being imaginative and realistic at the same time sounds very conflicting, but Chell makes it work. She's only realistic about some things. Chell's a very cultured cat, having been born in Cario, and eventually ending up in Hexasol in three years. She's met many types, cats and dogs, but she doesn't have a grudge against either species. If you asked her, the apparent war raging through Hexasol is a waste of time. But it does get her dead bodies, so she's not complaining.
Chell is an efficient worker and thinker, always trying to do something as quickly and easily as possible. Her tests are very carefully planned out, nothing is a spur of the moment idea. Chell often goes back to things, just to see if she can make them work better or easier.
Chell is also a bit of a introvert, being most comfortable when she's alone. Solitude is her friend, giving her a comfortable way to think without being distracted. But she doesn't particularly mind being around others. She's actually rather charismatic. That's how she lures subjects into her grasp. "Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit."• likes | SCIENCE!, experimenting, new ideas, being alone, intelligent conversation, getting easy test subjects
• dislikes | war, the unintelligent, cold weather
• goals | become a well respected part of Hexasolian society, as a scientist of course
• fears | being locked up in a small room. forever.
• strengths | intelligent, adventurous, polite, charismatic
• weaknesses | anxious, can't stay one place for too long, too curious for her own good, doesn't enjoy the company of others, can't smell or taste
• mental disorders | N/A
APPEARANCE |[/font]
Being born in Egypt means a few things for Chell's appearance. Her fur is short, course, and it hardly ever gets thick, even in the dead of winter. She has a long, thin body, which more recently has been turned scrawny due to lack of good nutrition. Chell has wonderful balance due to a longer tail. Her limbs are also longer then most, not so much making her bigger but taller. But she's a small feline to begin with, so her height is pretty average.
Chell's fur color, however, is not. She seems to be a dusky brown tabby, but upon further inspection, her fur is dappled with a light orange color. These patches of color go around Chell's body. It's almost as if she were a calico over her tabby coat. Her eyes are a deep yellow-green.
Chell also has several scars around her muzzle and nose, from an accident involving acid. She doesn't have the use of her smell or taste.• height | 8.5 in
• weight | 6.7 lbs
• fur colour | brown tabby & orange
• eye colour | yellow-green
• scars | around her muzzle and nose from acid, long scar down her shoulder and neck from her father
• noticeable features | fur, scars
• physical disorders |
Ageusia (does not have the use of its sense of taste.)
Anosmia (does not have the use of its sense of smell.)
HISTORY | [/font]
Chell was born in Cario, Egypt to Sugizo, her father, and Nuit her mother. Both of the feline's parents were used as test subjects in the before, being experimented on day in and day out. After the human virus killed off all the humans, and the test subjects escaped, Chell's parents found that they didn't actually want to leave the facility. They both liked being tested on. It made them feel important.
And so, they fell in love. Soon after, Chell and her brother, Tier, were born. The little family was ecstatic. Sugizo and Neit began teaching their kittens everything they knew about science and the world. Tier was uninterested in all of this, complaining every time their parents would sit them down to teach. He'd rather be out scuffling with Chell or hunting the large desert flies. Chell, however, was entirely too interested in what her parents spoke of. She eagerly awaited the times she spent listening to her parents talk of the strange human medicines, acids, and how some wild plants could do similar things as medicine. It was incredibly fascinating to Chell, and in her spare time, when she managed to escape the judging eyes of her brother, conducted experiments on her own.
One day, after Chell and Tier had turned one their parents, seemingly excited with something, instructed their young to follow them. The not-so-much-kittens followed, and were led to a building that they had only heard of in stories of their parents' past. The science lab where her parents had been held as test subjects. Smoke came billowing out of the windows, and Niet practically squealed with excitement. Chell's parents explained that some kind of dangerous chemical had been spilling out of one of the containment units, the wires were probably fried by a hungry rodent looking to chew on something.
The family entered. Chell could remember being amazed by the oozing liquid. Melting anything and everything it touched. A thought occurred to her then... Would the chemical dissolve the flesh of an animal? Of a cat? As much as she tried to ignore the question creeping around in her brain, it soon became too much. She had to know. She'd die if she didn't find out. Her parents were in the next room over, trusting their kittens would know better then to mess around with the chemical, and calling for them if they needed help. Tier was standing near the door, looking bored as all hell. A smile lit Chell's face. Tier would help her.
A conversation was exchanged. Tier wandered over to where Chell stood beside the acid, coming to examine whatever she was babbling about. He looked out of the slimy dark puddle, distracted by his boredom, and trying to find what Chell was pointing out. Now, Chell wasn't very strong, but she had fought with Tier enough times to know his legs weren't particularly strong. She lifted herself up, and her forelegs came crashing down on Tier's shoulders. He slipped forward, and was greeted by a face full of acid. Screams erupted, but Chell held fast, holding her brother down, noting the smoke billowing from his body. Then, searing pain from her left shoulder, her father standing above her, enraged and sobbing. She wanted to tell him - "Just let me finish, he's going to die from the infections anyways." But the piercing scream of her mother, and the too loud sound of her brother's labored breathing spooked her.
And she ran.
Chell did not dare return to her home. She simply walked out of the life she knew before. She ventured into the wild, she wandered from place to place, city to city. And finally she reached Hexasol. Maybe it was the temptation of the surrounding area, or the fact that there was a laboratory in the city, but Chell was compelled to stick around.
She conducted experiments, gaining knowledge and even a slight reputation from the loners in the area. When she was about two and a half, a slight accident occurred in her lab. She was trying to get a bottle of acid to leak onto a particularly strange colored flower, to see if the color would change. Instead, the bottle cracked when Chell held it, and it sprayed all over her mouth and nose. Thankfully, none of the substance got in her eyes, but her muzzle and nose were permanently scarred, and Chell lost her sense of taste and of smell, the second being particularly important. To deal with this, Chell conducted a series of tests to attempt to make her eyesight and hearing more keen. Test results are pending, but seemingly successful.
• season born | Spring
• place of birth | Cario, Egypt
• family |
Sugizo .. father / whereabouts unknown
Niut .. mother / whereabouts unknown
Tier .. brother / dead
• memorable events | born, learning about acids, "accidentally" killing her brother, leaving her family, coming to Hexasol, finding her laboratory, burning her face and loosing her senses
SAMPLE | [/font]
My Life as a Cat
One eye open. Now, two.
Ahh…
Warm…
I decide that now it is time for something more… exciting. I look, glance to the clear portal. It is still dark, still what they call ‘night’. As a kitten, the portals would always confuse me. How could you see through something, and not walk through it? Human magic was confusing magic. I could still smell the human stink; hear the deep breathing of them. One male human, one female human. One female cat. One female dog. The dog resided on the edge of slumber; I could see the drooling mongrel’s eyes twitch ever few seconds.
Disgusting creatures.
I take my time getting up, feeling the pull in my muscles as I stretch. Take a step, and stretch. Then a few more steps, until finally I am in the next room. This is my least favorite place in our den. The ground is like cold stone, but with a stranger scent. It doesn’t smell like the outside. Like the grass and the wind and the trees. This human place is where they keep the food. My food. My bland, vulgar, terrible food. It looks like rabbit droppings and tastes vaguely the same. Or so thought the dog, I have never eaten rabbit feces. It seems the dog creature will eat whatever it can find. It didn’t care.
Alas, there were still a few pelts in the dish from which the humans served me. I knew that soon I would be longing for something to gnaw on, but I cannot bring myself to even bring the pelts into my mouth. My tongue would taste of it for the rest of the day.
I leave the cold room, and pass through the next one, in which the ground changes to something soft, something unrecognizable. This room has the big life box, the Tee-Vee. It’s flat, hard world often makes me dizzy. I don’t like to be in this room for much. But the humans will bring me here to pet them. So I deal with the sickness inducing life box. Besides, the female human’s hands are so soft. I want to purr just thinking about her hands against my ears.
I look out upon the world, held at bay by the human’s magic. The sky light moves up, closer, higher, nearer, and soon, brighter. The birds have been talking to themselves for quite some time.
It is time to cease their chatter.
I paw my way back to the sleeping room, past the dog, which seems to have been awake for quite some time. It just lies there, moping. “Why do you do that, dog?” I ask it. “Why do you stay with them?” The canine merely opens its mouth and thumps its broad tail on the ground a few times. I could practically taste its carcass breath from where I stood.
Disgusting.
I nimbly jump to the soft… thing that the humans stay on when they sleep. I locate the female one, and maneuver my way to her face. “Out.” I say to her, near her strange, flat ears. Breath, like a gust of wind, hits my face. Makes my whiskers twitch with its strange stink. She does nothing, and I wait.
“Out.” I say again, louder and more direct. The loafing human was good for a few things. Opening portals was one of them. This time the human stirs and I purr in spite of myself. It raises its head, then. I am beside myself with joy. The human speaks in its strange, unsophisticated speech, and runs its soft hand against my spine. I arch my back, imploring her to rub behind my ears. She doesn’t seem to notice. The human moves off the resting platform, seemingly dissatisfied with something. I am not sure what, and do not care enough to figure it out. The dog is wagging its tail again, generally happy with itself. Why should it be? I awakened the human!
I leap off the platform myself, and race the human to the portal. Ha! I am winning! I sprint through the cold room, and the Tee-Vee room. I stop, and as usual I have won, just like every morning. None, not even a human, will be able to face my cunning, agile speed, my graceful… fluid moveme..n..ts…
The human is nowhere to be seen.
I sit crossly, waiting.
Finally, the human appears. It has again shed its skin, and appears in a new pelt. I am use to this by now. It no longer fazes me as it did when I was a kitten. It opens the portal with some magic that I am incapable of, mumbling in it’s strange speech. It opens the portal, and grants me my freedom. There is a spring in my step now. A boundless energy.
And so I go.
The sky light has moved and the humans have left in their giant, roaring bugs. But not without first letting the dog outside as well. It wags its tail at me and pants its stinking breath in my face. I leave as quickly as possible, away from the thing. I notice soon after two birds yelling, swooping and diving after each other, walking in the air. Their speech was foreign, but they relentlessly fly around in wide circles of each other. Bobbing, curving. But still, there is that angry noise they make.
Perhaps a duel would be order. I was fond of them.
But soon the birds take their fight elsewhere, and I carry on.
The sun keeps moving, and my paws soon tell me that they have had enough of running and leaping. I decide I am tired. I find my way to the den. The wooden thing towers high above the grasses and shrubs, taller even then some of the trees. One of the small portals is open, the clear ones that the humans do not use to move through. But I know that I will fit through it. It is warm. The dog is still outside, and I know that it will stay outside until the humans return. It’s too big and slobbery to get through the small portals. There is a smug satisfaction to this fact.
But I am… Sleepy. Oh, so sleepy.
The humans are not here, so I use their sleeping platform. It is obvious why they sleep here. The ground is soft, cushions my body, and drags me down to it. It soft, so soft, and warm.
I curl up, prepare to rest.
This is good.
Good.
…
Happy…
• link to image of character | sobi.org/photos/Cat/Cairo/index.html
• where did you find CR? | I can't remember... XD
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