Post by Luna on Feb 27, 2012 4:13:45 GMT -5
Name: Luna
Alias: The Stray, That F@#$ing Cat
Age: 4 (in cat years)
Birthdate: Winter. Cats don't keep calendars.
Sex: Female
Occupation: Semi-feral cat
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Copper
Height: 24cm (9.5 inches)
Face Claim: TBD
Appearance: A short-haired cat of indeterminate breed, with dark fur and copper-colored eyes. She has a scar on her forehead that seems to resemble a crescent moon, but otherwise is remarkably unblemished for a cat living on the streets. She has a long tail, which helps her keep balanced in even the most frightening situations, and the claws on her front and back paws are very sharp.
Personality: Luna is a survivor who knows what she needs and takes it without reservation. Growing up on the street, she's extraordinarily self-reliant, and would never even consider the idea of surrendering her freedom. Autonomy is more important than comfort in her mind, and she's adapted to her vagrant lifestyle extremely well. She knows every place she goes down to the last crack in the alley, but she calls none of them home. The city is her home, but it's also her provider and her tormentor all in one. She dislikes large gatherings of people and will never go where the crowds are, preferring to slink along the backstreets and hide in the shadows until she gets where she wants to go.
Living for nothing but herself has also made her impulsive and somewhat selfish. When Luna has a whim, she follows it. Without any obligations or responsibilities, she's not tied down by feelings of guilt or regret. She lives in the moment, because she's seen throughout her short life that any moment might very well be her last.
Though she relishes her freedom, she still longs for some degree of companionship. From the moment she was born, she knew she was different from her litter mates, and in all of her time roaming the city streets, she's never found another cat quite like her. In fact, she feels closer in spirit to humans, though she fears them as well. Her friends are the poor and the downtrodden, the lost souls who live on the streets like her. She's well-known among the the homeless and the poor children in certain neighborhoods, and although they have very little to spare, they still often find some little piece of food or a small bit of string to give to her when she comes around. Luna, in turn, likes to leave things for them, though they've never seemed very taken with the rats she so diligently hunts.
Powers and Abilities:
Awakened - For a cat, Luna is phenomenally intelligent. She can read, she can understand human speech, and she is able to follow along with human customs to some extent. Sometimes she even has dreams of being a human, but she knows these are simply fantasies.
Unawakened - With certain gifted humans, cats like Luna can communicate through mind-speech. Of course, she's never encountered anyone who fits this description, so these powers remain unknown to her. She also has the ability to assume a human form, though without her connection to the reborn Princess Serenity, this power remains hidden.
Family: Mother cat, 3 litter mates (whereabouts unknown)
Other Connections: Charlie, a homeless war veteran
History: Luna was born in a box a few blocks from a bus station sometime in midwinter. From her very first moments, she knew that she was special. Her siblings could do nothing be mew and sniff around, but she could think and she could almost remember something that happened a very long, long time ago. What it was, she forgot, but from that day onward she always knew that she was born for a reason.
Her intelligence made life on the street much easier in many ways, but it also made it hard. She could understand the world around her in great depth, in both its wonder and its sadness. None of the other cats seemed to show any of the insights she had, so she forsook her own kind and set out to make her way in the world of humans.
She had a good life, by all accounts. She went to sleep warm and dry most days, sometimes even with a full belly. She had places where she sat and caught the rare bits of sunlight, where she stalked rats for fun and food, and where she watched the people of the city going about their own busy lives. Then, one day, she began to dream...
There was something she was missing, something she had to find.
Writing Sample: Luna stepped onto the train at Chancery Lane, ignoring the odd looks from the old women holding their shopping. A child standing with his mother by the rails tugged on the woman's coat and pointed.
"Mum, there's a cat on the train!"
"Don't touch it!" the woman hissed. "It probably has diseases."
Luna leveled her gaze on the woman in the coat as she curled her tail around her feet. The only thing that looks to have diseases is that horrid coat. I slept on cleaner-smelling rags last night... Luna raised her front paw and began to clean herself just at the thought of it. Honestly, how could humans survive with that dull thing they called a sense of smell? Luckily, she didn't have to suffer the stench for long, and wasted no time darting off onto the platform at the next station while a cry rose up from the passengers waiting to board.
"Did you just see that cat?"
"What's it doing on the tube?"
"Bet it didn't even pay its fare..."
OOC
Name: Kestrel
Over 17?: Yes
Contact: PM or e-mail (kestrel.linden [at] gmail.com)
Alias: The Stray, That F@#$ing Cat
Age: 4 (in cat years)
Birthdate: Winter. Cats don't keep calendars.
Sex: Female
Occupation: Semi-feral cat
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Copper
Height: 24cm (9.5 inches)
Face Claim: TBD
Appearance: A short-haired cat of indeterminate breed, with dark fur and copper-colored eyes. She has a scar on her forehead that seems to resemble a crescent moon, but otherwise is remarkably unblemished for a cat living on the streets. She has a long tail, which helps her keep balanced in even the most frightening situations, and the claws on her front and back paws are very sharp.
Personality: Luna is a survivor who knows what she needs and takes it without reservation. Growing up on the street, she's extraordinarily self-reliant, and would never even consider the idea of surrendering her freedom. Autonomy is more important than comfort in her mind, and she's adapted to her vagrant lifestyle extremely well. She knows every place she goes down to the last crack in the alley, but she calls none of them home. The city is her home, but it's also her provider and her tormentor all in one. She dislikes large gatherings of people and will never go where the crowds are, preferring to slink along the backstreets and hide in the shadows until she gets where she wants to go.
Living for nothing but herself has also made her impulsive and somewhat selfish. When Luna has a whim, she follows it. Without any obligations or responsibilities, she's not tied down by feelings of guilt or regret. She lives in the moment, because she's seen throughout her short life that any moment might very well be her last.
Though she relishes her freedom, she still longs for some degree of companionship. From the moment she was born, she knew she was different from her litter mates, and in all of her time roaming the city streets, she's never found another cat quite like her. In fact, she feels closer in spirit to humans, though she fears them as well. Her friends are the poor and the downtrodden, the lost souls who live on the streets like her. She's well-known among the the homeless and the poor children in certain neighborhoods, and although they have very little to spare, they still often find some little piece of food or a small bit of string to give to her when she comes around. Luna, in turn, likes to leave things for them, though they've never seemed very taken with the rats she so diligently hunts.
Powers and Abilities:
Awakened - For a cat, Luna is phenomenally intelligent. She can read, she can understand human speech, and she is able to follow along with human customs to some extent. Sometimes she even has dreams of being a human, but she knows these are simply fantasies.
Unawakened - With certain gifted humans, cats like Luna can communicate through mind-speech. Of course, she's never encountered anyone who fits this description, so these powers remain unknown to her. She also has the ability to assume a human form, though without her connection to the reborn Princess Serenity, this power remains hidden.
Family: Mother cat, 3 litter mates (whereabouts unknown)
Other Connections: Charlie, a homeless war veteran
History: Luna was born in a box a few blocks from a bus station sometime in midwinter. From her very first moments, she knew that she was special. Her siblings could do nothing be mew and sniff around, but she could think and she could almost remember something that happened a very long, long time ago. What it was, she forgot, but from that day onward she always knew that she was born for a reason.
Her intelligence made life on the street much easier in many ways, but it also made it hard. She could understand the world around her in great depth, in both its wonder and its sadness. None of the other cats seemed to show any of the insights she had, so she forsook her own kind and set out to make her way in the world of humans.
She had a good life, by all accounts. She went to sleep warm and dry most days, sometimes even with a full belly. She had places where she sat and caught the rare bits of sunlight, where she stalked rats for fun and food, and where she watched the people of the city going about their own busy lives. Then, one day, she began to dream...
There was something she was missing, something she had to find.
Writing Sample: Luna stepped onto the train at Chancery Lane, ignoring the odd looks from the old women holding their shopping. A child standing with his mother by the rails tugged on the woman's coat and pointed.
"Mum, there's a cat on the train!"
"Don't touch it!" the woman hissed. "It probably has diseases."
Luna leveled her gaze on the woman in the coat as she curled her tail around her feet. The only thing that looks to have diseases is that horrid coat. I slept on cleaner-smelling rags last night... Luna raised her front paw and began to clean herself just at the thought of it. Honestly, how could humans survive with that dull thing they called a sense of smell? Luckily, she didn't have to suffer the stench for long, and wasted no time darting off onto the platform at the next station while a cry rose up from the passengers waiting to board.
"Did you just see that cat?"
"What's it doing on the tube?"
"Bet it didn't even pay its fare..."
OOC
Name: Kestrel
Over 17?: Yes
Contact: PM or e-mail (kestrel.linden [at] gmail.com)