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Post by ella on Dec 30, 2011 16:10:04 GMT
the stats males vs females males ;; 0
females ;; 1
canines vs felines canines ;; 0
felines ;; 1 |
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Post by ella on Dec 30, 2011 16:11:54 GMT
the first pretty kitty  VALEINA [/font] ------two years • female • domesticated cat • egyptian mau • Lexus Tribe • TBA------[/center] PERSONALITY | [/font]
Valeina’s imagination, more often than not, has a tendency to get away from her. The young feline can spend days, isolated from contact with her fellow living beings, just sitting there, thinking of thousands of stories to tell. Only a few of them make it past this original brainstorming face, but those that do Valeina polishes and retells to a thousand little bugs – ants and ladybugs, et cetera, until she finally tells them to her fellows, and watches as they listen in a stunned awe at her brain child.
Due to this large amount of time spent alone, and imagining things, Valeina tends to be the careful, silent type. She barely talks to others, except for the ones she trusts the most – the ones who will not scoff at her if she tells them a bummer of a story, and those who will respect the silence that Valeina often wears over her demeanor like a mask.
The cat also tends to be insecure about herself, and as a result, hides away her feelings – like with her stories, she is afraid to say things without saying and resaying them until they are perfect, in her mind. This emotional insecurity makes Valeina want to cling to other canines and felines, trying to find someone who will like her for her. Because of this pickiness in friends, and her insecurity, Valeina has very few close friends.
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• likes | being alone, telling stories
• dislikes | sharing her stories too early, when other critique her stories
• goals | to have more than a few close friends
• fears | she'll never let anyone get close to her
• strengths | telling stories, being imaginative, being descriptive
• weaknesses | being antisocial, being insecure,
• mental disorders | slight OCD
APPEARANCE |[/font]
The Mau is rather petite in frame, being the smallest that humans would have considered 'normal' - given, of course, if they were still alive. However, despite her small frame, Valeina is fast on her feet – as a breed, Maus are significantly fast runners, and with her long limbs, hugely disproportional to her body, and light weight, Valeina could be considered one of the fastest – though she has yet to meet another Mau. Valeina’s fur is of a gorgeous hue, strived for when humans bred Maus – a delicate pelt of an extremely light silver shade, the she-cat appears almost white, in a way resembling a mini-leopard. Her coat is spotted with both leopard-like rings and spots, though they are lighter than those of her parents – Valeina imagines if she ever has children with any breed other than a Mau, they will disappear completely. The Mau’s tail has raccoon-like rings running up and down its length, fractured by spots at the base of the tail.
Valeina’s eyes are a bright green, set on a face that is proportionally small to her body. Her muzzle juts out from her body at a slight downward angle, and her nose rests at the tip, a bright blossom pink against the black ring that surrounds it. It, too, is small and angular.
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• height | 9 inches
• weight | 5 pounds
• fur colour | white-silver
• eye colour | bright green
• scars | a small one on the back of her left ear, extending from the base of the ear to halfway up
• noticeable features | the "scarab" marking on her forehead, her scar
• physical disorders | none
HISTORY | [/font]
What a day it was when the kitten was born. Hexasol had suffered a drought for many days, and Valeina’s mother was severely dehydrated at the time of her birth. Thankfully, that same day, mere minutes after the birth of Valeina (the latter of the two kits), rain came. So desperate was Plie that she abandoned her just-minutes old kittens to lap up the surrounding rainwater – and the kits are better off for it, they suppose.
The next few months are a mystery to Valeina – she grew, she saw, she heard, but she does not remember. She hopes to, one day, so that she can draw on her experience, but the first memory she has is at about four months old. She remembers pounding through rain puddle with Hamlet, and him falling, straight into one, onto the stone beneath. Her mother whisked the other kit away before Valeina could fully see what happened, but all she could remember was her brother’s face being a bloody mess. Even after hours of nursing, Hamlet’s face was still broken – forever.
About a half a ear after that, Valeina was independent, after having learned how to hunt and fight by her father, and learning the more peaceful ways of resolving things from her mother – both useful skills, though her mother’s ideals have stuck with Valeina, and she has become more of a peaceful spirit. Later in life, at about a year and a half, Valeina joined the Lexis tribe. Since then, nothing significant has happened, but she has learned many, many things, both about herself, and about life.
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• season born | summer
• place of birth | Hexasol
• family |
* mother;; plie
* father;; orisino
* brother;; hamlet
• memorable events | the first rain after her birth, her brother's injury, learning how to hunt and fight, joining the Lexis tribe
SAMPLE | [/font] Her petite frame curled around itself, trying to protect the warmth that her rather thin coat gave up to the chilling fall air so willingly. The silver fur that clothed her blew freely in the wind, some of it giving up so completely that it spiraled into the air, leaving a small gap for just a half a moment before the other fibers of fur took its place. It was not that cold, not yet, but the gentle breath of spring and the oh-so enjoyable heat of summer were just dreams now.
The Mau finally gave up on trying to sleep, and in a flash was up on her feet again, moving with a deft ease through the junkyard. Her back feet moved through the garbage, so familiar with it even though she had only been there for half a year – she knew exactly which pieces of garbage would support her weight (most), and which would not (the rest – she had found this out through a rather unpleasant series of spills, and the rest through estimation). As she reached the crest of the nearest pile of junk, her feet scrabbling to get to the very apex, a story sprung to her head.
A hero, yes, a hero, that’s what she needed. Her past stories had been aimless, and since the time she had come to the Lexis Tribe, she had only gotten past the brainstorming stage once – and even that story didn’t get very far. Her story would be spectacular with the right hero. Her hero would be strong – a canine, who at first, had an aversion to felines. Okay, that was a good start. But the expectation after that, she knew, would be for a feline to save his life or something along those melodramatic lines, so that he would forever be fair to felines. In a mixed tribe, having something like a canine not liking felines would be controversial. But, being a feline, wouldn’t that be fine? Oh, the joys of walking on eggshells.
Her mind was still spinning, but the drowsiness that had eluded her earlier was beginning to take over her mind. Oh, she didn’t want to lose this fantastic start! Still, the lack of sleep from the previous night began taking its toll, and Valeina had no choice but to at least sink down to a lying down position. Maybe the canine could… Maybe he could…A yawn and a few minutes later, Valeina was dead to the world, a piece of garbage gripped in her claws as she silently willed herself to remember the fantastic start.
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• link to image of character | look at this sexy kitty :3
• where did you find CR? | As an affiliate of Island of Rymm
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Post by ella on Dec 30, 2011 16:12:38 GMT
valeina's art none as of yet. |
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