Post by cayran on Sept 1, 2012 18:29:24 GMT -5
Name: Dagda
Gender: Female
Age: Adult (24)
Tribe: Henchcat
Tribe Position: None
Family: Daneera (sister).
Appearance: Dagda is a rather muscular queen. Not overbearingly so, but she isn't a petite little thing you can walk all over. Her body is very toned and firm, and any extra weight she might have can be found in her thighs. You best believe she has hips. She stands at around 5'6, and is classified as a bobtail. She isn't a full blooded bobtail; however, due to her genetic makeup, she was born with a bob. She has a rounder face, and short choppy hair with side swept bangs.
In all honestly, Dagda isn’t what anyone would consider a knock-out; however, she’s attractive enough in her own weird way.
Human Appearance: heckyeahpixiecuts.tumblr.com/post/5954352590
Personality: Dagda has had a rough life. For that reason, nothing about her is average, or normal. Firstly, she is extremely distant. She seems a bit separated from reality, and in most cases will not initiate a conversation. Mind you, Dagda will talk, however most end a conversation as quickly as they start it due to the over all look of utter tolerance she emits.
As one could expect, Dagda isn’t the most “pleasant” and bubbly character to hang around. I wouldn’t consider her evil, or even hateful, but as noted above, she isn’t optimistic. She is cold - she is distant. She is very literal and straightforward, and things that would interest the normal giddly/girly queen doesn’t interest her. She won’t beat around the bush with you, nor will she make anything seem better than what it really is. She is honest - almost too honest. If she does make something seem even in the tiniest bit better than what it truly is, Dagda has secretly become slightly protective of you.
She isn’t all that sensitive to the feelings of others simply because she doesn’t know how. Even when she is around her humans, she can only take so much petting and doting because needy behavior makes her uncomfortable. She has grown to learn that life isn’t easy, so why should she pretend otherwise? She doesn’t get though that being a little sensitive towards others is acceptable and recommended.
Because of what happened to Dagda in the past, she isn’t quite capable of accepting her own feelings, nor the feelings she might have for another. She is under the impression that every tom and queen has the same mind set of her father, and although she will graciously offer her body to them, she will not allow herself to feel anything. Trust me, secretly Dagda wants to open up herself, to allow someone to take care of her and love her, but she feels as if she can’t; it is nearly impossible for her. She wants to smile when around a tom that shows real interest in her, she wants to sigh contently at the sight of innocent kittens running about, but those feelings are locked down in a deep dark place for Dagda, and she is terrified of even allowing herself such simple pleasures. In a way, Dagda is needy in the sense that she desperately desires all these things, but she has come to the conclusion that she will die alone, with nothing but the rain to mourn her passing.
Lastly, Dagda has been known to sleep around. She doesn’t do it for a job, she just does it. Plain and simple. She doesn’t think of it as anything “sacred” or special - it just gives her a brief fleeting moment of pleasure. She has never been emotionally attached to any of her partners, and to be honest, Dagda uses sex as a crutch. It has been apart of her life since she was very young, and she doesn’t know any better. When her barriers begin to crack, and the slightest shimmer of redemption creeps along, Dagda will purposefully use such nighttime activities to spoil it out of fear. She is afraid to know what it is like to be normal and emotional; it terrifies her more than anything. She thinks that if she lets herself smile and live a semi-optimistic life something will come along and smash it all to pieces. For that reason, Dagda engulfs herself in nightly activities - it makes her life easier.
Describing word: Lonley.
History: If your looking for a fairy tale, your not going to find it here. Prepare for disappointment. Dadga’s past is anything but, but it shines light on the reason as to why she is the way she is; cold, distant, and corrupted.
Dagda’s father had two mates from what she could remember, one of which was her mother, Santina. The other she never really knew other than in passing, however she did for a brief point in her life get to know her half sister Daneera. We will get to that later. Anyway, Dagda’s father was a Japanese bobtail, while her mother was mainly an all white queen save for a few black markings. For the first part of Dagda’s life, everything was normal. Her mother seemed happy, as did her father, and she had developed the same innocent kittenish glee that most kitten’s had at her age. She was intuitive, lively, spirited, and completely oblivious to the demons of the world.
When Dagda turned 6 years old, she began to notice a change in her mother and father’s relationship. They fought more, her mother cried, and her father would leave for days on end, only to return with a less than optimistic look in his eyes. For a while, Dagda strove to ignore it. She would try and seek out her father’s attention and make her mother smile, but for the most part, neither happened. She didn’t stop trying though. It was almost pathetic what she did to make things “all better,” but the little kitten was determined to make things right.
One afternoon though, Dagda couldn’t ignore the screaming going on in the room next to hers, and she made the mistake of walking in on her insanely furious father. It was then that she first witnessed her father hit her mother, and if it hadn’t been for her mother blocking her father’s hand, he would have smacked her too. Dagda quickly slapped a hand over her eyes and left the room, only to sit in the darkness of her own room and try and drown the sobs of her mother out with tears of her own.
It only got worse after that.
Only a month after Dagda witnessed her father’s brutality did she walk into her parent’s room to find her mother dead. Her father jerked her out of the room shortly after she entered, but before he did so, she noticed bruising around her mother’s neck, which she would later determine to have been the cause of her mother’s death. It was no surprise that the kitten took the death of her mother hard, but according to her father, “tears weren’t allowed.”
Dagda’s father made her leave the home she had always known, and took her to a new den on the outskirts of the city. It was there that she met a young kitten around her same age named Daneera, whom she soon found out was her half sister. Daneera’s mother had “mysteriously” died as well; however Daneera seemed to believe it to be of natural causes rather than her own father’s hand. Although extremely young, Dagda knew better. Neverthless, Dagda grew extremely protective and loving of Daneera, and the two became close companions and friends.
With both their mothers dead, and without anyone to unleash his frustration’s on, Dagda and Daneera’s father soon began using his own daughter’s as his punching bags. He was a tad bit more gentle with them than he was with his deceased mates, but it didn’t mean that his beatings were any less painful. The beatings made Daneera extremely hopeful and fakely optimistic, and she sought to please her father in any way possible. It was her way of dealing with situation. Dadga on the other hand was the one that tried to fight back; however, she was slowly breaking inside. Her rebottles only made her father even more furious, and he grew to become even less compassionate with her. You see, Dagda and Daneera’s father had been corrupted by a less than pleasant Alley gang. He had fallen victim to the way in which they treated their mates and began practicing their brutality.
It wasn’t until Dagda turned 13 did she finally break and loose all hope for a brighter future. Her father had brought home a few of his fellow gang members one evening, and being the skum bags that they were, they showed immediate interest in Dagda. Her father eagerly offered his eldest to them without any second thought or hesitation, and Dagda will never forget the tom’s green eyes as they looked her up and down greedily before he took the only pure and untarnished gift from her. Dagda took it without weeping though. She simply stared at the ceiling and kept her mouth shut.
From that night on she became the gang’s little sex toy. Her father allowed her to be passed around between the toms, and even laughed at the crude comments they said concerning her. Dagda could only suck it up and roll with the punches. Literally.
With her heart shattered and her kittenish innocence abolished, Dagda wanted nothing more than for her young life to end. She would blankly stare at Daneera as her sister would continue to try and fill her mind with positive thoughts, but would nevertheless try and make life better for her. They were all they really had after all.
Life did get better - somewhat. Shortly after Dagda turned 15 she heard news that her father had died in a gang related fight. If he had been anything short of a good father, she might have mourned his passing, but Dagda was anything but sad. She actually smirked when she heard the news. With her father dead, Dagda eager fled the den, and that was when the half sister’s lost contact with the other. They had left together, yes, but one night while Dagda left to go find food, she got lost, and never found her way back to her and her sister’s camp for the night. She searched and searched, but to her disappointment, she never found Daneera again. Despite being saddened by her and Daneera’s separation, she quickly locked away any emotions that might make her weak and moved on.
That was then when she ran across the hench cats. She felt comfortable with their over all aura, and the fact that they were a tad bit rough around the edges. She couldn’t handle anything normal at that moment. She took up with them quickly, and while she affiliates herself with them and Macavity, she does live for the most part with humans. They are rich and rarely at home, which pleases her just fine.
RP Sample: After a typical night of meandering about, Dagda was ready to take a brief break, curl up on the foot of her human’s bed, and rest. Although her night hadn’t been all that productive, she was ready for it to end. Lingering nights often meant that memories of her past would show it’s ugly face, and Dagda had to do all that she could to keep her emotions in control. She had to, if not, Dagda didn’t think she would remain sane.
Walking down the little pathway to her human’s home, Dagda stopped dead in the tracks, her eyes spotting an array of unfamiliar colors. Why was this stranger on her lawn? Did her humans purchase another cat while she was out? If so, she wasn’t going to adjust.
Gender: Female
Age: Adult (24)
Tribe: Henchcat
Tribe Position: None
Family: Daneera (sister).
Appearance: Dagda is a rather muscular queen. Not overbearingly so, but she isn't a petite little thing you can walk all over. Her body is very toned and firm, and any extra weight she might have can be found in her thighs. You best believe she has hips. She stands at around 5'6, and is classified as a bobtail. She isn't a full blooded bobtail; however, due to her genetic makeup, she was born with a bob. She has a rounder face, and short choppy hair with side swept bangs.
In all honestly, Dagda isn’t what anyone would consider a knock-out; however, she’s attractive enough in her own weird way.
Human Appearance: heckyeahpixiecuts.tumblr.com/post/5954352590
Personality: Dagda has had a rough life. For that reason, nothing about her is average, or normal. Firstly, she is extremely distant. She seems a bit separated from reality, and in most cases will not initiate a conversation. Mind you, Dagda will talk, however most end a conversation as quickly as they start it due to the over all look of utter tolerance she emits.
As one could expect, Dagda isn’t the most “pleasant” and bubbly character to hang around. I wouldn’t consider her evil, or even hateful, but as noted above, she isn’t optimistic. She is cold - she is distant. She is very literal and straightforward, and things that would interest the normal giddly/girly queen doesn’t interest her. She won’t beat around the bush with you, nor will she make anything seem better than what it really is. She is honest - almost too honest. If she does make something seem even in the tiniest bit better than what it truly is, Dagda has secretly become slightly protective of you.
She isn’t all that sensitive to the feelings of others simply because she doesn’t know how. Even when she is around her humans, she can only take so much petting and doting because needy behavior makes her uncomfortable. She has grown to learn that life isn’t easy, so why should she pretend otherwise? She doesn’t get though that being a little sensitive towards others is acceptable and recommended.
Because of what happened to Dagda in the past, she isn’t quite capable of accepting her own feelings, nor the feelings she might have for another. She is under the impression that every tom and queen has the same mind set of her father, and although she will graciously offer her body to them, she will not allow herself to feel anything. Trust me, secretly Dagda wants to open up herself, to allow someone to take care of her and love her, but she feels as if she can’t; it is nearly impossible for her. She wants to smile when around a tom that shows real interest in her, she wants to sigh contently at the sight of innocent kittens running about, but those feelings are locked down in a deep dark place for Dagda, and she is terrified of even allowing herself such simple pleasures. In a way, Dagda is needy in the sense that she desperately desires all these things, but she has come to the conclusion that she will die alone, with nothing but the rain to mourn her passing.
Lastly, Dagda has been known to sleep around. She doesn’t do it for a job, she just does it. Plain and simple. She doesn’t think of it as anything “sacred” or special - it just gives her a brief fleeting moment of pleasure. She has never been emotionally attached to any of her partners, and to be honest, Dagda uses sex as a crutch. It has been apart of her life since she was very young, and she doesn’t know any better. When her barriers begin to crack, and the slightest shimmer of redemption creeps along, Dagda will purposefully use such nighttime activities to spoil it out of fear. She is afraid to know what it is like to be normal and emotional; it terrifies her more than anything. She thinks that if she lets herself smile and live a semi-optimistic life something will come along and smash it all to pieces. For that reason, Dagda engulfs herself in nightly activities - it makes her life easier.
Describing word: Lonley.
History: If your looking for a fairy tale, your not going to find it here. Prepare for disappointment. Dadga’s past is anything but, but it shines light on the reason as to why she is the way she is; cold, distant, and corrupted.
Dagda’s father had two mates from what she could remember, one of which was her mother, Santina. The other she never really knew other than in passing, however she did for a brief point in her life get to know her half sister Daneera. We will get to that later. Anyway, Dagda’s father was a Japanese bobtail, while her mother was mainly an all white queen save for a few black markings. For the first part of Dagda’s life, everything was normal. Her mother seemed happy, as did her father, and she had developed the same innocent kittenish glee that most kitten’s had at her age. She was intuitive, lively, spirited, and completely oblivious to the demons of the world.
When Dagda turned 6 years old, she began to notice a change in her mother and father’s relationship. They fought more, her mother cried, and her father would leave for days on end, only to return with a less than optimistic look in his eyes. For a while, Dagda strove to ignore it. She would try and seek out her father’s attention and make her mother smile, but for the most part, neither happened. She didn’t stop trying though. It was almost pathetic what she did to make things “all better,” but the little kitten was determined to make things right.
One afternoon though, Dagda couldn’t ignore the screaming going on in the room next to hers, and she made the mistake of walking in on her insanely furious father. It was then that she first witnessed her father hit her mother, and if it hadn’t been for her mother blocking her father’s hand, he would have smacked her too. Dagda quickly slapped a hand over her eyes and left the room, only to sit in the darkness of her own room and try and drown the sobs of her mother out with tears of her own.
It only got worse after that.
Only a month after Dagda witnessed her father’s brutality did she walk into her parent’s room to find her mother dead. Her father jerked her out of the room shortly after she entered, but before he did so, she noticed bruising around her mother’s neck, which she would later determine to have been the cause of her mother’s death. It was no surprise that the kitten took the death of her mother hard, but according to her father, “tears weren’t allowed.”
Dagda’s father made her leave the home she had always known, and took her to a new den on the outskirts of the city. It was there that she met a young kitten around her same age named Daneera, whom she soon found out was her half sister. Daneera’s mother had “mysteriously” died as well; however Daneera seemed to believe it to be of natural causes rather than her own father’s hand. Although extremely young, Dagda knew better. Neverthless, Dagda grew extremely protective and loving of Daneera, and the two became close companions and friends.
With both their mothers dead, and without anyone to unleash his frustration’s on, Dagda and Daneera’s father soon began using his own daughter’s as his punching bags. He was a tad bit more gentle with them than he was with his deceased mates, but it didn’t mean that his beatings were any less painful. The beatings made Daneera extremely hopeful and fakely optimistic, and she sought to please her father in any way possible. It was her way of dealing with situation. Dadga on the other hand was the one that tried to fight back; however, she was slowly breaking inside. Her rebottles only made her father even more furious, and he grew to become even less compassionate with her. You see, Dagda and Daneera’s father had been corrupted by a less than pleasant Alley gang. He had fallen victim to the way in which they treated their mates and began practicing their brutality.
It wasn’t until Dagda turned 13 did she finally break and loose all hope for a brighter future. Her father had brought home a few of his fellow gang members one evening, and being the skum bags that they were, they showed immediate interest in Dagda. Her father eagerly offered his eldest to them without any second thought or hesitation, and Dagda will never forget the tom’s green eyes as they looked her up and down greedily before he took the only pure and untarnished gift from her. Dagda took it without weeping though. She simply stared at the ceiling and kept her mouth shut.
From that night on she became the gang’s little sex toy. Her father allowed her to be passed around between the toms, and even laughed at the crude comments they said concerning her. Dagda could only suck it up and roll with the punches. Literally.
With her heart shattered and her kittenish innocence abolished, Dagda wanted nothing more than for her young life to end. She would blankly stare at Daneera as her sister would continue to try and fill her mind with positive thoughts, but would nevertheless try and make life better for her. They were all they really had after all.
Life did get better - somewhat. Shortly after Dagda turned 15 she heard news that her father had died in a gang related fight. If he had been anything short of a good father, she might have mourned his passing, but Dagda was anything but sad. She actually smirked when she heard the news. With her father dead, Dagda eager fled the den, and that was when the half sister’s lost contact with the other. They had left together, yes, but one night while Dagda left to go find food, she got lost, and never found her way back to her and her sister’s camp for the night. She searched and searched, but to her disappointment, she never found Daneera again. Despite being saddened by her and Daneera’s separation, she quickly locked away any emotions that might make her weak and moved on.
That was then when she ran across the hench cats. She felt comfortable with their over all aura, and the fact that they were a tad bit rough around the edges. She couldn’t handle anything normal at that moment. She took up with them quickly, and while she affiliates herself with them and Macavity, she does live for the most part with humans. They are rich and rarely at home, which pleases her just fine.
RP Sample: After a typical night of meandering about, Dagda was ready to take a brief break, curl up on the foot of her human’s bed, and rest. Although her night hadn’t been all that productive, she was ready for it to end. Lingering nights often meant that memories of her past would show it’s ugly face, and Dagda had to do all that she could to keep her emotions in control. She had to, if not, Dagda didn’t think she would remain sane.
Walking down the little pathway to her human’s home, Dagda stopped dead in the tracks, her eyes spotting an array of unfamiliar colors. Why was this stranger on her lawn? Did her humans purchase another cat while she was out? If so, she wasn’t going to adjust.
