Mercedes

Cat’s Name: Mercedes (aka Sadie)

Loyalty: Hench

Age: 26

Family: Dail (father- deceased),
Carlotta (mother)
Antonio (brother - oldest),
Breany (sister - second oldest),
Frieda (sister - youngest)
(OPEN TO OTHER OPTIONS)

Appearance: Sadie stands at 5’7 - quite tall for a queen. She isn’t abnormally tall, for there are far more taller than she, but she has a bit of stance to her, and she holds herself well. For a queen, Mercedes is muscular. She has made herself that way. She has noticeable muscle in her upper arms, and she has vague, but noticeable abdomen indentions. Sadie’s legs however are thick (but long), accompanied by a semi round hind-end, and a tail that doesn’t stop.

Sadie’s face is unique. It is a face that can look either delicate and feminine, or boyish depending on her hair style and the lightening. If not for her breasts and hips, Sadie at times could be depicted as a youthful boy. In simple terms, Mercedes is androgynous. She is an attractive queen - though her beauty isn’t noticed at first glance, but her face is captivating, and worth taking a second glance at. She as a thin, button nose, and a round jawline. Her eyes are almond shaped, and her eyebrows are only slightly arched. Although her lips are full, she doesn’t have a pouty appearance, and Sadie rarely shows her teeth when she smiles. Her neck is long and delicate, however thick enough to accompany the muscle in her shoulder blades.

Mercedes base coat is a basic silver. She has lighter silver, almost white points on her face and chest, though her arms and legs are a light charcoal. Various gray splotches dot her cheeks and breasts, and run up her arms and legs wear the charcoal stops. Her most noticeable markings are the orange and charcoal stripes that run across her back and down her hips. The orange even fades into the base of her tail, and seems to spread outwards from her spine. Sadie’s eyes and lips match in color. They are both a deep set of honey-gold, with small flecks of orange.

Although her markings set her apart in appearance, her hair cut adds to her “look”. Sadie’s hair was once long and wavy, passing her shoulders in length; however recently she has cut it short, and her hairline falls just above her shoulders and curls in neatly around her face. Her bangs are cut straight across, and when working, she’ll often clip her hair back with stray bobby pens. Mercy’s tail is long - almost abnormally so, and feathers out like a boa. In most cases, it drags the ground. On most occasions, Sadie wears a basic loose, brown leather belt with small compartments built within it to hold viles of medicine and herbs. The belt is worn and cracked in most places, but it allows her easy and quick access to basic vaccines and remedies should she need them.

Her human reference is Brittani Kline.



Personality: Once delicate, innocent, and sincerely naive, Sadie has learned her lesson. Heart break and embarrassment took quite toll on her. Delicate skin and baby fat turned to muscle, innocence turned to experience, and naive replaced by hard truth. She has taken everything that had gotten her caught in a tangled web of pretty lies and learned from them. In her opinion she has made herself stronger - better even, and she won’t make the second mistake twice.

Mercedes isn’t sentimental. She has no interest in listening to anyone’s love sick sob story. Public displays of emotion - kissing, holding hands, fondling; they all make her want to gag, and she’ll openly roll her eyes. She’ll mock gag when in the presence of PDA, meaning she’ll blatantly stick a finger in her throat and pretend to barf. She thinks it is because she’s out grown such childish gestures, but in fact it is because she is undeniably bitter. Sadie was once one of the love sick “fools” she likes to mock and make fun of, and although she secretly envies those in love, she’ll never openly admit it. Her heart was broken, no, crushed, and even after two years, she hasn’t gotten over it. For that reason, she can’t and will not sugar coat any hard lesson learned. She’ll tell you to “suck it up”, “that is what you get for trying”, and “for the love of...move on!”

Despite her harsh take on love, Sadie isn’t void of all “pleasant” emotions. Being a healer, she has a soft heart for those physically injured or in turmoil, and becomes quite motherly when a patient is in her care. She has an ungodly amount of patience for squirming kittens and vocal patients, and will greet both with a tender smile, soft voice, and gentle hands. She has a tough stomach and a stark demeanor, which allows her to handle most medical emergencies with professionalism. She hardly ever over reacts, and tries to keep her patients from worrying to much, if possible. Though, in dire situations, she’ll quickly put on her “listen to me and calm down” face, look you straight in the eye, and tell you exactly what is wrong, what could happen, and that she’ll try to fix it. She’ll always try to fix it. If she can’t, she’ll dose her patient up on pain medicine to help make them more comfortable.

In fact, Sadie’s specialty is pain medicine. She knows what herbs to mix, where to find them and how much to add. She knows who gets what, and how much they’ve already had. No matter the illness or injury, Mercedes can ease the pain. If she can’t “fix” your problem, she can at least give you enough dope to make your passing painless. In addition, Mercedes tries all of her concoctions; more than once I might add. But a good doctor does that, right? If she was honest with herself, she’d admit to having a bit of a “pill popping” problem, but to her, it isn’t a problem unless it damages her. Love damaged her - it made her feel pain, but pain medicine relaxes her muscles, clears her mind, and allows her to sleep stress free. It allows her to forget about her “worldly” problems and transcend elsewhere.

Mercedes is quiet in nature. She isn’t anti-social, but she generally isn’t the type to go out of her way to meet you should the opportunity arise. She’s not shy by any means, she just values her personal time and space, and would far rather be an observer then ramble on about nothing in particular. Nevertheless, if you want her opinion, she’ll give it to you. If you bring up a topic she is familiar with, she give you her input. If you need a little company, then plop right down, she’ll listen. She’s just not boisterous or bold, nor does she put herself out there on display. She doesn’t need attention, and does not fight for it. Sadie will gladly give you her undivided attention, but she’s not an entertainer. She doesn’t have the gumption for it.

Lastly, despite her take on love, SHOULD Mercedes open her heart to another, she’ll want to call the shots. She’ll want to be on top (physically speaking), and she’ll want to express dominance. She let Lorenzo - Renazzo hold dominance over her last go around, and look at where that got her. Fucking no where. She is still attracted to toms, but she is far more open to the possibility of a queen. They would understand her better - they could and would relate. Sadie may be bitter, but she isn’t barren. She is a queen with needs, and eventually, she’ll give in.

History: Anything worth telling really didn’t start until Mercedes turned of age. It was the drama she happened to be involved in that really made Sadie into the queen she is today - her child hood had nothing to do with it. Nevertheless, she must give credit for her parents birthing her, otherwise, she wouldn’t be here, in her current predicament and state.

Sadie was the third youngest out of a four siblings. Her mother, Carlotta, was a basic, but lovley silver tabby queen, who resided a few blocks down from the Junkyard. Her mother hadn’t been an active member of the Jellicles, but she was undoubtedly affiliated with them, and kept a fairly decent social standing with them. Sadie’s father on the other hand, Dail, was a well to do Toyger mix. Although not fully purebred, Dail and his humans resided in the upper east side, though his humans decided to put him to sleep due to a rather worrisome breathing problem.

For as long as Mercedes can remember, Carlotta always worried over Dail’s condition, but Dail constantly insisted that he was fine. Her mother told her that her father didn’t always bare the illness, but that he had started showing signs of respiratory problems shortly after her elder sister (the second oldest) was born. Trying to ignore the problem, Dail and Carlotta’s little family continued to grow. After Sadie came her youngest sister, Frieda, whom Mercedes grew closest to in her younger years.

Around the age of 11, Sadie began to notice how her father’s chest seemed to rattle when he got worked up, and despite any medication his humans gave him, nothing seemed to fully cure it. It upset her to see her father in such pain (though he tried to hide it), and it was then that Mercedes began to tamper in herbology. She studied plants - what plant healed what, what was poisonous, and what plants didn’t have healing attributes. She followed around one of the street healers, asking them questions and stealing medicines and viles when they weren’t looking. She was looking for any solution that might help cure her father, or at least ease his pain.

Sadie’s mother found it sweet that her young daughter, whom was hardly a teen, was trying to make her father better, though she tried not to encourage it. Carlotta knew that if human medicine couldn’t help her mate, then surely nothing her daughter mixed up or found would do the trick.

She was right.

Not hardly a year later, Carlotta received word that Dail’s humans had put him down. They had taken him away during the night when it seemed he couldn’t get a proper gulp of oxygen, and brought his body back in a white towel. She then learned that his humans buried him in theie back yard, and with a heavy heart, she took Sadie and her siblings to his resting place for their final goodbyes. Shaken by her father’s death, Mercedes became far more determined to study the art of healing. Her father’s pain had been hard for her to watch, and she hated the thought of anyone ever having to go through what he had gone through.

One of the elder feline healers in her father’s duplex, Marlina, agreed to train Sadie, and Sadie apprenticed her until she herself turned 18 years of age. It was then she met Macavity and agreed to serve him and his round about crew. He seemed to need a healer – someone that could bandage the scrapes and doctor the puncture wounds when fights went to far, and having a desire to practice her art, she moved in with the henches shortly after accepting his offer.

At the age of 23, Sadie met Lorenzo. He was a handsome, intriguing tom, and somewhat “untouchable”. That was what made him worth chasing. He wasn’t affiliated with any tribe, but was a very noticeable tom around town. At first, they had ever intention of remaining “just friends”, but as time passed, and they began to spend more time together, friendship blossomed into something more.

In short, Mercedes fell in love with Lorenzo, and she’d like to think that for a fleeting moment, he loved her too. He was her first. He made life interesting and exciting, and although she couldn’t introduce him to her family, nor could he show her off to his friends, their secretive relationship sort of worked for them. It was what they were used to, and for the time being, it was enough.

A year into their relationship, Lorenzo became far more distant, and made little effort to see Sadie. It grew to the point that she hardly saw him at all. Worried over him, Mercedes confronted him, wanting to know the details of his sudden change. She wanted to know if she had done something wrong – if so, she’d try to fix whatever is was. Finally, after enough prodding, Lorenzo snapped. He told her that he was done –plain and simple. He expressed his dislike for her affiliation with the Henches, and told her he wanted nothing to do with her anymore.

As any heart broken queen would have done, Sadie insisted that he didn’t mean it - none of it. He however, insisted that he did, and that he wanted her to leave. Mercedes didn’t ask any more questions, she just left.

Mercedes likes to think that he regrets ending their relationship - that he honestly misses her, and might even still love her. Although she won’t admit it, she still loves him. He was her first after all, and therefore, he was special. Nevertheless, Lorenzo’s break up ruined her take on love. She understands that others might have and will go through worse, but she can’t help the way she feels, nor does she regret her way of handling herself. Now, at least she can say she has had experience, and she is prepared for whatever else might knock on her door step.

Desired Pairings: Nothing particular in mind. I want to stay true to the character, so a possible pairing has to really work in order for her to consider opening her heart again.

Roleplaying Sample: (example from another rp) Mercedes, as of late, had been given the task of "herb" gatherer. Of course, the Los Felicianos healers managed to grow a good deal of their own; however, certain herbs were best plucked from the gardens of city folk. Humans seemed to have a knack for growing decent aloe, oregano, peppermint, and tobacco, all of which the Mayflower seemed to be running low on. She even managed to snatch a few leaves and seeds from a five-leafed plant sitting on the balcony of a particular high rise. The plant, when used properly, relieved stress and tension, and eased pain, as did the oregano and peppermint. The aloe was for burns, and the tobacco for bug bites and stings - which seemed to be their main cause for visitors during the heat of summer.

Placing the leaves in her satchel, Sadie swung herself down from the fire escape and landed gracefully against the pavement. The oddly marked queen exited the alley way, dodging a few feet in the process, only to find herself behind a familiar form.

Symphonetta.

The young queen's scandalous birth was no secret amongst the tribes - particularly the three tribes involved. One being the tribe of the "father", Symphonetta's old affiliates, and now the Los Felicianos due to their help in fostering the kit. There was no way the Lost Boys would take her back, nor did the Omegatos care much for her bought of un luck, so the task of looking out for the wayward queen was left to the only tribe that seemed to give a shit.

Sadie tutted under her breath as she noticed the queen's limp, and with the shake of her head, the Santina quickened her pace so that she walked in time with the brown queen. It was no secret that Symphonetta was somewhat wary of her and her "I told you so" sort of attitude, but Sadie was somewhat persistent, and to watch a cat limp was equivalent to nails on a chalk board.

"What did you do to yourself this time, Spunky?" Sadie asked, glancing sideways at the brown queen. "Some limp you have there."

How often can you be on?: Every day to every other day.

Password: rice pudding and mutton

Comments: Mercedes has a secret hidden closet where she stores her personal stash of pain meds and herbs.

Flowers, in Sadie’s opinion, symbolize love. For that reason, she cares not for flowers - none of them. She prefers a weed any day.