Post by Mali on Mar 7, 2011 21:28:56 GMT -5
Name: Mali Cat (she doesn’t have a last name, but when asked, she says cat)
Age: she is 46 but appears only 16 (by choice)
Race: werecat
Occupation: traveller, thief, freeloader
Allegiance: undecided. She doesn’t care what side is which, the only thing that matters to her, is that neither sides catch her. But she is willing to join sides if affection and want is provided.
Physical Description: Mali had no clue what she was for the most part of her life. Because of that, she continued to age and look her age until she was 16. It was at that time that an overwhelming emotional moment happened and she discovered her abilities. She found out how to change her appearance and could even look varying ages than she really was. Though she knew how, she decided that she would rather stay this age, even as she continued to age.
Mali is rather tall for the average werecat, standing at 5’3”. She is slim, only 112 lbs, and flat chested. With pale skin and red lips, she looks rather attractive for a woman. If only she didn’t have some differences, she would be able to pass off as a normal human. Mali has shoulder length ebony black hair which is soft to the touch. Her lacking perfection or knowledge of her magic—she calls it magic because she has no idea what it is—causes her to constantly wear her ears, tail, and claws even when in human form (though, she can hide her claws like a regular cat when she doesn’t need them). Her ears are dark at the base and gradually change colour until they are tipped white at the top. Her tail is a mash of colours from white, to black, to a white tip again. She has green, circle eyes, with slit-shaped pupils that mirror that of her cat form.
She is normally found in a green pair of lace up boots as well as a wool knit dress with black tights and arm covers, all of which she stole. She likes to run around on all fours—even when she is human—but only when the situation is dire does she do it in human form. Even though she has her tail and ears while in human form, she still desires to be as human as possible. She doesn’t change clothes much, as she likes to stay in her 16 year old body and doesn’t feel the need to look any different or dress differently.
Personality: Mali is rather shy for someone who lives off the streets. Her mother died when she was five, thus leaving her to fend for herself. She shied away from civilization—as a five year old wasn’t common to be seen walking around on their own as well as with the war going on at the time. The loud noises and action of cities also made her scared, feeling the desire to have someone there to protect her. Because of such things, she seeks and desires company. As long as someone was willing to keep her, for whatever reason, she would willingly stay with that person, even if treated improperly. Not knowing the rights and wrongs of such things, she wouldn’t see the harm of someone beating her. Though she would cry and react, she would only think it was a sign of affection, though slightly odd.
Mali is very quiet. She likes to keep to herself when in busy areas; so that she can make sure she isn’t seen. When commotion or loud noises start up in populated areas, the common reaction is to hide or find someone she trusts. Since she doesn’t have anyone she trusts, she mostly hides. She is a very curious girl, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. She likes to ask questions and find out how things work. Since she never had the luxury of ‘being a kid’ when she was far younger, her mind is still set in that of a young child or early teenager.
She enjoys having fun and tries to amuse herself often. She can be very stubborn and childish at times but serious when important matters are brought up. She is generally a very happy person and will tag along behind someone as soon as trust is built. It doesn’t take long for her to build trust, as she is a little naïve and a little too trusting. After living off the streets so long, one would figure that she would be hardened from the horrible life, but it is her own fear of being alone as well as large, crowded areas that has kept her the way she is. She is easily scared and relatively ‘jumpy’. She cries often when she is sad, though she’ll stop immediately if she is asked to by someone she trusts.
History: Mali’s original parents were curious, watching this family as they farmed. As cats, they tended to steal some of the family’s food for their own gain. They were cats after all and the meals were almost handed to them they were that easy. One day, the woman of the family gave birth to a child, a still born child. They could understand the pain it could bring to a mother and felt sorry for the poor human. But for some reason, even unknown to her parents, they decided to leave Mali on the doorstep of the farmers’ house and hope that she would be raised. It was the curiosity of what would happen to Mali—as well as how humans could/would raise such a creature—that probably triggered their actions. They believed it would be difficult for her to grow up in a world that wasn’t her own, but they also wanted to know if it was possible. Hoping to observe whether this act would cheer the farmers up, they left soon enough. Though they did check in on her from a far distance.
Mali was ‘born’ into a rather poor family. Her parents were farmers and thus had little money. They couldn’t find work in the winter or if the frost came early in the fall, during which time they would have to hunt for their own food. All money during that time would go towards paying their property owner.
Mali never knew her father, as her mother told her that he ran off shortly after she was born. Her husband was angered at the idea of raising an unknown creature as their own child. Her mother was human and had no idea what Mali was. She had spent the last years of her life and the only years of Mali’s searching for her husband, Mali’s father. Although she was searching for most of Mali’s life, she was still able to teach and be with her daughter for a fair amount of her life so far.
Her mother taught her only a few things. Mali knows how to cook and clean. Her mother wasn't knowledgable of how to read and write, thus, Mali never had the chance to learn. She learned how to make straw dolls and other things to entertain herself for when her mother was away. The only fighting Mali ever learned was when she was a cat. The instinct of clawing and hissing come naturally to her, even when she is human. She can jump pretty well and if she took the time, she could probably learn to do flips as well.
Since her mother died, from the age of five, Mali has been trying to survive on her own as well as figure out what she is. She hasn’t had any form of education or permanent housing, stealing food from vendors and running as fast as her feet can carry her. Even though her original parents looked after her from time to time, and only from a far distance, they had lost connection with her when her human mother died. They were not able to find Mali so that they could teach her about what she really was. She had figured out on her own that she is able to change forms, which first scared her to death, as well as she can change her appearance slightly when she changes back. Although she is about a late teen/early adult for her species, she is still uncomfortable with her magic abilities, often being stuck with feline traits. She usually sports her feline ears, tail, her green eyes and retractable claws when in human form. She is currently travelling, trying to find someone else like her that may be able to give her answers. Having another being like herself would be a nice change since being alone all these years.
Roleplaying Sample: Mali was ready to pounce. If only there weren’t so many people around, then she would. If only the fish vendor wasn’t right there, talking to another customer. Another customer? Mali wasn’t a customer, more like his little pest. She was going to perform her ritual routine, come up—more like sneak up—and steal from the stand. Some times she got away unnoticed, others he would catch sight of her, but he was never fast enough to catch her. He was far too large to be able to run after her. In fact, he was even far too large to speed walk. Such an act would probably give him a heart attack.
The fish was in her sights, she licked her lips in the anticipation of what it would taste like. To keep herself hidden from prying eyes, she currently wore a satin cloak with gold trimming to cover her ears. It was painful, having them pinned back like this, but it was the only way. Her tail could easily be hidden, but her ears posed a problem. She hadn’t perfected her change back from form to form, and if she attempted this in her cat form, she most likely would be trampled by people.
Slowly moving over to the stand, she watched the vendor and the customer talk, aware that any moment he might catch her. She placed her fingers over the fish, her anticipation of the taste growing even more. She could feel herself salivating at the memory of the item at hand. She picked it up slowly, raising it to her bag and placing it inside. She was just buckling the bag, thinking of how easy this success had been before she heard it. “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?! You won’t get away without paying this time!” She was too far away for him to grab from the other side of the stall, so while he was climbing out the opposite side to try to snatch her, she took off. Running as fast as she could, she laughed to herself. Humans were so simple. “Get her! Someone, stop her,” She cursed to herself. He had gotten help in the chase. But now she didn’t know who was chasing after her.
Pushing her legs faster she grinned, thinking that she was out of harm now. Glancing behind her, she smirked. Her hood stayed on her head, still covering her ears, the cloak flew behind her, her tail barely visible. She was going to get away with it, again. That is, if only she had been looking where she was going and not at who was chasing her.
Age: she is 46 but appears only 16 (by choice)
Race: werecat
Occupation: traveller, thief, freeloader
Allegiance: undecided. She doesn’t care what side is which, the only thing that matters to her, is that neither sides catch her. But she is willing to join sides if affection and want is provided.
Physical Description: Mali had no clue what she was for the most part of her life. Because of that, she continued to age and look her age until she was 16. It was at that time that an overwhelming emotional moment happened and she discovered her abilities. She found out how to change her appearance and could even look varying ages than she really was. Though she knew how, she decided that she would rather stay this age, even as she continued to age.
Mali is rather tall for the average werecat, standing at 5’3”. She is slim, only 112 lbs, and flat chested. With pale skin and red lips, she looks rather attractive for a woman. If only she didn’t have some differences, she would be able to pass off as a normal human. Mali has shoulder length ebony black hair which is soft to the touch. Her lacking perfection or knowledge of her magic—she calls it magic because she has no idea what it is—causes her to constantly wear her ears, tail, and claws even when in human form (though, she can hide her claws like a regular cat when she doesn’t need them). Her ears are dark at the base and gradually change colour until they are tipped white at the top. Her tail is a mash of colours from white, to black, to a white tip again. She has green, circle eyes, with slit-shaped pupils that mirror that of her cat form.
She is normally found in a green pair of lace up boots as well as a wool knit dress with black tights and arm covers, all of which she stole. She likes to run around on all fours—even when she is human—but only when the situation is dire does she do it in human form. Even though she has her tail and ears while in human form, she still desires to be as human as possible. She doesn’t change clothes much, as she likes to stay in her 16 year old body and doesn’t feel the need to look any different or dress differently.
Personality: Mali is rather shy for someone who lives off the streets. Her mother died when she was five, thus leaving her to fend for herself. She shied away from civilization—as a five year old wasn’t common to be seen walking around on their own as well as with the war going on at the time. The loud noises and action of cities also made her scared, feeling the desire to have someone there to protect her. Because of such things, she seeks and desires company. As long as someone was willing to keep her, for whatever reason, she would willingly stay with that person, even if treated improperly. Not knowing the rights and wrongs of such things, she wouldn’t see the harm of someone beating her. Though she would cry and react, she would only think it was a sign of affection, though slightly odd.
Mali is very quiet. She likes to keep to herself when in busy areas; so that she can make sure she isn’t seen. When commotion or loud noises start up in populated areas, the common reaction is to hide or find someone she trusts. Since she doesn’t have anyone she trusts, she mostly hides. She is a very curious girl, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. She likes to ask questions and find out how things work. Since she never had the luxury of ‘being a kid’ when she was far younger, her mind is still set in that of a young child or early teenager.
She enjoys having fun and tries to amuse herself often. She can be very stubborn and childish at times but serious when important matters are brought up. She is generally a very happy person and will tag along behind someone as soon as trust is built. It doesn’t take long for her to build trust, as she is a little naïve and a little too trusting. After living off the streets so long, one would figure that she would be hardened from the horrible life, but it is her own fear of being alone as well as large, crowded areas that has kept her the way she is. She is easily scared and relatively ‘jumpy’. She cries often when she is sad, though she’ll stop immediately if she is asked to by someone she trusts.
History: Mali’s original parents were curious, watching this family as they farmed. As cats, they tended to steal some of the family’s food for their own gain. They were cats after all and the meals were almost handed to them they were that easy. One day, the woman of the family gave birth to a child, a still born child. They could understand the pain it could bring to a mother and felt sorry for the poor human. But for some reason, even unknown to her parents, they decided to leave Mali on the doorstep of the farmers’ house and hope that she would be raised. It was the curiosity of what would happen to Mali—as well as how humans could/would raise such a creature—that probably triggered their actions. They believed it would be difficult for her to grow up in a world that wasn’t her own, but they also wanted to know if it was possible. Hoping to observe whether this act would cheer the farmers up, they left soon enough. Though they did check in on her from a far distance.
Mali was ‘born’ into a rather poor family. Her parents were farmers and thus had little money. They couldn’t find work in the winter or if the frost came early in the fall, during which time they would have to hunt for their own food. All money during that time would go towards paying their property owner.
Mali never knew her father, as her mother told her that he ran off shortly after she was born. Her husband was angered at the idea of raising an unknown creature as their own child. Her mother was human and had no idea what Mali was. She had spent the last years of her life and the only years of Mali’s searching for her husband, Mali’s father. Although she was searching for most of Mali’s life, she was still able to teach and be with her daughter for a fair amount of her life so far.
Her mother taught her only a few things. Mali knows how to cook and clean. Her mother wasn't knowledgable of how to read and write, thus, Mali never had the chance to learn. She learned how to make straw dolls and other things to entertain herself for when her mother was away. The only fighting Mali ever learned was when she was a cat. The instinct of clawing and hissing come naturally to her, even when she is human. She can jump pretty well and if she took the time, she could probably learn to do flips as well.
Since her mother died, from the age of five, Mali has been trying to survive on her own as well as figure out what she is. She hasn’t had any form of education or permanent housing, stealing food from vendors and running as fast as her feet can carry her. Even though her original parents looked after her from time to time, and only from a far distance, they had lost connection with her when her human mother died. They were not able to find Mali so that they could teach her about what she really was. She had figured out on her own that she is able to change forms, which first scared her to death, as well as she can change her appearance slightly when she changes back. Although she is about a late teen/early adult for her species, she is still uncomfortable with her magic abilities, often being stuck with feline traits. She usually sports her feline ears, tail, her green eyes and retractable claws when in human form. She is currently travelling, trying to find someone else like her that may be able to give her answers. Having another being like herself would be a nice change since being alone all these years.
Roleplaying Sample: Mali was ready to pounce. If only there weren’t so many people around, then she would. If only the fish vendor wasn’t right there, talking to another customer. Another customer? Mali wasn’t a customer, more like his little pest. She was going to perform her ritual routine, come up—more like sneak up—and steal from the stand. Some times she got away unnoticed, others he would catch sight of her, but he was never fast enough to catch her. He was far too large to be able to run after her. In fact, he was even far too large to speed walk. Such an act would probably give him a heart attack.
The fish was in her sights, she licked her lips in the anticipation of what it would taste like. To keep herself hidden from prying eyes, she currently wore a satin cloak with gold trimming to cover her ears. It was painful, having them pinned back like this, but it was the only way. Her tail could easily be hidden, but her ears posed a problem. She hadn’t perfected her change back from form to form, and if she attempted this in her cat form, she most likely would be trampled by people.
Slowly moving over to the stand, she watched the vendor and the customer talk, aware that any moment he might catch her. She placed her fingers over the fish, her anticipation of the taste growing even more. She could feel herself salivating at the memory of the item at hand. She picked it up slowly, raising it to her bag and placing it inside. She was just buckling the bag, thinking of how easy this success had been before she heard it. “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?! You won’t get away without paying this time!” She was too far away for him to grab from the other side of the stall, so while he was climbing out the opposite side to try to snatch her, she took off. Running as fast as she could, she laughed to herself. Humans were so simple. “Get her! Someone, stop her,” She cursed to herself. He had gotten help in the chase. But now she didn’t know who was chasing after her.
Pushing her legs faster she grinned, thinking that she was out of harm now. Glancing behind her, she smirked. Her hood stayed on her head, still covering her ears, the cloak flew behind her, her tail barely visible. She was going to get away with it, again. That is, if only she had been looking where she was going and not at who was chasing her.
