Post by Lisenet on Oct 21, 2013 9:08:59 GMT -5
Name: Roa
Age: eighty-two
Race: Werecats
Allegiance: Whoever feeds her
Physical Description: Roa's appearance as a cat is similar to that of a blue Persian, though with a few differences; she has long fur, though it is frequently tufted at odd angles from rolling in the grass, large ears with tufts at the top, and yellow-orange eyes most of the time. She is of course larger than your standard house cat, and is also blue. Not your ordinary blue either--bottled ink blue. When feeling forthcoming, she readily admits that bearding a sorcerer was likely not the best idea, but she doesn't regret it either. If she genuinely tried she could probably change her fur back to its natural blue-gray, but she kind of likes standing out.
The blue carries over when she's on two legs. Her scruffy hair tufts down to a hand's width above her shoulders and she rarely bothers to brush it because it irritates her to have to bother. She's of similar stature to her fellow werecats, slim and sharply boned, and as ready to grin as to snarl.
Personality: Roa is bound and determined not to do what people expect, and not to do as told if ever anyone dares. Most of the time she sees no need to butt into others' conversations, but just the same never assume she won't. Sometimes she causes small, contained chaoses just to see how people will hop and flail and also how the problem will be resolved. She's not the sort to tell a fable with any intention of having anyone believe it, but neither will she cushion the truth as she sees it. Whether or not that truth needs to be heard. She considers belching, yawning and farting among her many hobbies, as well as relieving people of garments with poor stitching, and never regrets a thing.
History: Roa was born with five siblings, one of which died before adulthood, but her mother and father both agreed that they didn't want a kit who wasn't strong enough to live anyway. Her sisters and brothers all grew well and quickly, and though Roa reached her adulthood healthy, she was the last to grow, and all of her family watched her closely after that to be certain she was strong enough to keep around. Watched as she was, instead of learning to resent the frequent inspections, she learned to revel in them. She discovered the quickest ways to grab attention and to discourage it. How to draw it out without seeming to and how to make it clear to some and not all that she was watching back.
Eventually she and her sisters came to the beginning of the age where toms started to follow them, tails twitching. Roa had the eccentric personality and faint disdain to attract more toms than her three sisters together, but within the first three years, everyone discovered that the toms would be better off with other females. Roa lost four full litters of kits in three years and one almost right from the start was entirely wrong. The shift after the fourth litter was subtle at first, a faint tilt in gravity and attraction, and then within the course of a month she was shunted socially into the same level of importance as the grizzled females who couldn't bear even with all of the toms on par. But Roa was worth even less, because she had never borne live kits and the old females had. They had been useful. Roa served no purpose.
Eventually even Roa got tired of being shunted off to the side as though she were beig wasteful just by living. She'd heard of others who had left the clans to spend time teasing members of the other races, so she did so. The other worlds would be fascinating.
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