Post by Neith on Mar 2, 2015 5:51:15 GMT -5
Cat’s Name:
Neith
Loyalty:
Jellicle
Age:
22, young adult
Family:
Open to any family relations
Appearance:
Her pelt is pure white, with the exception of a small splash of black above her left eye, and stunning blue eyes.
Personality:
Neith is graceful, calm and charming, but distant those who she feels uneasy of or in a large crowd of cats. She is often soft spoken and shy, but when she dances, that is her speech in itself with no words to be spoken for her. When she thinks of her mother, Neith tries to re-enact her mothers dance in private to carry on her sad remembrance.
History:
She was born to a queen who passed away a few years after birth by a raid from the henches. They were out in the grove dancing when they attacked, trying to steal valuables, and Neith in the process, when she was a kitten. Her mother died trying to protect Neith, and succeeded by hiding her in a hole in the side of a tree, but only to end her own life. Ever since that day, she has become more reserved and has looked for a place to call 'home' ever since then. Neith isn't sure who her father is, she never had the thought or a chance to ask her mother, and now she will never know who he might be, or where he could be.
Roleplaying Sample:
"Neith, lets go to the grove today. I want to show you a dance that we can both do together." A soft voice came from atop a fence. "A new dance? I don't remember the last time that we have learned a new one." She answered back, tilting her head up to face her gentle blue eyes. She chuckled a bit as she smoothed down a tuft of fur on her head. "Yes, well, I want this one to be special for the two of us. Come. The day isn't getting any younger, and you need to practice." She jumped down to the other side of the fence and into the grove, waiting for her daughter, who soon joined her. Together they danced, practicing their jumps and posture, ignoring any prying eyes that seem to watch them as the day turned into a fully moonlit night. A rustling in the brush and growls interrupted their practice, and put her mother on edge, who quickly grabbed Neith and shoved her into a tree. "Stay here until it is safe, Neith. Wait for me, I'll call for you when the danger is gone." She padded away quickly, followed by growls of her own, which in turn sounded like battle cries and... pain. That sounded like mother! Is she okay? She has to be, she is the best charmer any tom has ever seen! No one could hurt her, so I'll wait for mothers call. But no call came. Hours have past, and she hasn't heard the gentle coo of her mother. Neith was getting scared, worried even, if she should leave her safe spot to check up on her. She had to, she had to know if her mother was alright. Neith squirmed out of the hole slowly, sniffing the air to smell the fading scents of many toms, and her mothers. "Mother?" Nothing. "Mother? It's me, Neith.. Mother?" She walked out into the clearing of the grove, and saw her mothers white fur, stained with dirt and blood. "This isn't the time to play a prank on me mother, get up. Please?" She nudged her, who didn't respond. In the distance, she could hear the toms yelling and arguing over killing the queen and how they failed to capture her, which frightened her into running far away from the grove.
Desired pairings:[b/] Open to any tom
How often can you be on?:
Daily. Trying to apply for classes in the summer or fall. Other than that, I'm always on the internet.
Password:
*rolls the 'R'* Rice pudding! Aaaaand Mutton!
Comments:
Neith
Loyalty:
Jellicle
Age:
22, young adult
Family:
Open to any family relations
Appearance:
Her pelt is pure white, with the exception of a small splash of black above her left eye, and stunning blue eyes.
Personality:
Neith is graceful, calm and charming, but distant those who she feels uneasy of or in a large crowd of cats. She is often soft spoken and shy, but when she dances, that is her speech in itself with no words to be spoken for her. When she thinks of her mother, Neith tries to re-enact her mothers dance in private to carry on her sad remembrance.
History:
She was born to a queen who passed away a few years after birth by a raid from the henches. They were out in the grove dancing when they attacked, trying to steal valuables, and Neith in the process, when she was a kitten. Her mother died trying to protect Neith, and succeeded by hiding her in a hole in the side of a tree, but only to end her own life. Ever since that day, she has become more reserved and has looked for a place to call 'home' ever since then. Neith isn't sure who her father is, she never had the thought or a chance to ask her mother, and now she will never know who he might be, or where he could be.
Roleplaying Sample:
"Neith, lets go to the grove today. I want to show you a dance that we can both do together." A soft voice came from atop a fence. "A new dance? I don't remember the last time that we have learned a new one." She answered back, tilting her head up to face her gentle blue eyes. She chuckled a bit as she smoothed down a tuft of fur on her head. "Yes, well, I want this one to be special for the two of us. Come. The day isn't getting any younger, and you need to practice." She jumped down to the other side of the fence and into the grove, waiting for her daughter, who soon joined her. Together they danced, practicing their jumps and posture, ignoring any prying eyes that seem to watch them as the day turned into a fully moonlit night. A rustling in the brush and growls interrupted their practice, and put her mother on edge, who quickly grabbed Neith and shoved her into a tree. "Stay here until it is safe, Neith. Wait for me, I'll call for you when the danger is gone." She padded away quickly, followed by growls of her own, which in turn sounded like battle cries and... pain. That sounded like mother! Is she okay? She has to be, she is the best charmer any tom has ever seen! No one could hurt her, so I'll wait for mothers call. But no call came. Hours have past, and she hasn't heard the gentle coo of her mother. Neith was getting scared, worried even, if she should leave her safe spot to check up on her. She had to, she had to know if her mother was alright. Neith squirmed out of the hole slowly, sniffing the air to smell the fading scents of many toms, and her mothers. "Mother?" Nothing. "Mother? It's me, Neith.. Mother?" She walked out into the clearing of the grove, and saw her mothers white fur, stained with dirt and blood. "This isn't the time to play a prank on me mother, get up. Please?" She nudged her, who didn't respond. In the distance, she could hear the toms yelling and arguing over killing the queen and how they failed to capture her, which frightened her into running far away from the grove.
Desired pairings:[b/] Open to any tom
How often can you be on?:
Daily. Trying to apply for classes in the summer or fall. Other than that, I'm always on the internet.
Password:
*rolls the 'R'* Rice pudding! Aaaaand Mutton!
Comments:
