Post by petserpit on Dec 4, 2014 11:24:08 GMT -5
Name: Valentine
Gender: Hermaphroditic (referred to and addressed as male)
Age: Adult (mid 20s)
Tribe: Henchcats
Tribe Position:
Family: OPEN
Appearance: Valentine is an Oriental Shorthair. Though he is tall, almost to the point of ungainliness, at first glance he is deceptively fragile. His limbs appear overly long and slender, and the brittle look of his neck causes his head to seem heavy, like a marble bust on a thin spring. In spite of his soft appearance, his body is solid with hidden sinew. He is especially powerful at his back, stomach and thighs. He is notably rounded in the face, with eyes the size of Clementine, and the shade of burnt sugar. His ears are large, almost bat like, and animated in their movement. His coat is frost grey in colour, and kittenishly soft. Several areas of his body are lined with piercings. His ears from base to tip, across his collarbone, below his navel, beneath the buttocks and the upsides of his wrist and ankles are studded with the teeth of other cats. Along the ridges of his hipbones and brokenly down his spine are delicate golden rings. He also wears a choker like garment made of the skin of a white cat, fastened at the nape with brass buttons.
Human Appearance: (In attachments)
Personality: There is a great surrealism to Valentine's countenance that gives him the air of a gentle, yet ominous figure from a dream. His voice is pitched to complete androgyny, soft with a metallic huskiness that reminds one of a hand wound music box. He possess an accent that is distinctly Latin, though it has a slight Slavic flavour if one listens closely. It does not sound quite like any romance, nor Slavic language, leaving his national origin ambiguous (read in history). There is a seemingly constant aura of deep, quiet merriment surrounding Valentine that is never feigned, though it is no assurance of safety. The lulling tick of his voice and his treatment of his companions, as if they are of glass, light and cautious, is the black death. It is spread to every cat in his acquaintance and potentially fatal. No one is honestly safe from his obsession.
Valentine has an obsessive interest in the process of turning his victims into sexless dolls. Depending on location and how much time he is given to do so, he will alter his corpses accordingly. If originally male, he will castrate and emasculate. If female he will mutilate the genitalia, and cut away any excess fat. If in the open with little time, he will use his teeth and claws. If in his quarters he will use tools, sewing up the genitalia, filing down overly broad or heavy bone structures in the shoulders and face, sewing the skin to size, and burning away excess fat and sinew with hot stones. He will also remove all internal organs and stuff the body with rags or sand. The ones he alters in his quarters, he keeps until they become too decomposed to bear. Having been taught from an early age that cats of singular sex are deformities, and of a lower social rank than himself, he views them as wholly imperfect. By altering their corpses to appear sexless, he believes that he is creating the illusion of the highest beauty, therefore paying them a kindness. He has stated that this is also a favour to the dead cat's loved ones; “Though they may never share a word with their beloved again, they will confess to all who will listen, even as they wet the grave of the departed with tears of sorrow, that it is the most beautiful they have ever seen the darling creature.”
Valentine displays a disturbing level of affection for his own body. Usually while he is alone, though he has been viewed by others accidentally, he treats himself as if he were someone with whom he is romantically involved. He will hug, pat, nuzzle and kiss himself while whispering to himself in another language. He does not always treat himself gently, if in a fit of anger of sadness he will speak harshly and wound himself by puncturing his flesh with his teeth and claws. He never slashes or cuts his skin. He has an evident liking for rich or sugary food, and he will usually eat it via crushing and smearing it in his palm and applying it to his shoulders, arms and legs. He will then lick it off. These behaviours are not due to any kind of mental instability, but a desire for feeling cared for that he does not get, nor wishes to receive from any Henchcat. The only Henchcat that he has a small soft spot for is Serpit, having been acquainted with him before either had joined the Henchcats. He loves the way Serpit speaks, and fondly remembers his time with him outside the tribe. The feeling is not mutual.
Gender: Hermaphroditic (referred to and addressed as male)
Age: Adult (mid 20s)
Tribe: Henchcats
Tribe Position:
Family: OPEN
Appearance: Valentine is an Oriental Shorthair. Though he is tall, almost to the point of ungainliness, at first glance he is deceptively fragile. His limbs appear overly long and slender, and the brittle look of his neck causes his head to seem heavy, like a marble bust on a thin spring. In spite of his soft appearance, his body is solid with hidden sinew. He is especially powerful at his back, stomach and thighs. He is notably rounded in the face, with eyes the size of Clementine, and the shade of burnt sugar. His ears are large, almost bat like, and animated in their movement. His coat is frost grey in colour, and kittenishly soft. Several areas of his body are lined with piercings. His ears from base to tip, across his collarbone, below his navel, beneath the buttocks and the upsides of his wrist and ankles are studded with the teeth of other cats. Along the ridges of his hipbones and brokenly down his spine are delicate golden rings. He also wears a choker like garment made of the skin of a white cat, fastened at the nape with brass buttons.
Human Appearance: (In attachments)
Personality: There is a great surrealism to Valentine's countenance that gives him the air of a gentle, yet ominous figure from a dream. His voice is pitched to complete androgyny, soft with a metallic huskiness that reminds one of a hand wound music box. He possess an accent that is distinctly Latin, though it has a slight Slavic flavour if one listens closely. It does not sound quite like any romance, nor Slavic language, leaving his national origin ambiguous (read in history). There is a seemingly constant aura of deep, quiet merriment surrounding Valentine that is never feigned, though it is no assurance of safety. The lulling tick of his voice and his treatment of his companions, as if they are of glass, light and cautious, is the black death. It is spread to every cat in his acquaintance and potentially fatal. No one is honestly safe from his obsession.
Valentine has an obsessive interest in the process of turning his victims into sexless dolls. Depending on location and how much time he is given to do so, he will alter his corpses accordingly. If originally male, he will castrate and emasculate. If female he will mutilate the genitalia, and cut away any excess fat. If in the open with little time, he will use his teeth and claws. If in his quarters he will use tools, sewing up the genitalia, filing down overly broad or heavy bone structures in the shoulders and face, sewing the skin to size, and burning away excess fat and sinew with hot stones. He will also remove all internal organs and stuff the body with rags or sand. The ones he alters in his quarters, he keeps until they become too decomposed to bear. Having been taught from an early age that cats of singular sex are deformities, and of a lower social rank than himself, he views them as wholly imperfect. By altering their corpses to appear sexless, he believes that he is creating the illusion of the highest beauty, therefore paying them a kindness. He has stated that this is also a favour to the dead cat's loved ones; “Though they may never share a word with their beloved again, they will confess to all who will listen, even as they wet the grave of the departed with tears of sorrow, that it is the most beautiful they have ever seen the darling creature.”
Valentine displays a disturbing level of affection for his own body. Usually while he is alone, though he has been viewed by others accidentally, he treats himself as if he were someone with whom he is romantically involved. He will hug, pat, nuzzle and kiss himself while whispering to himself in another language. He does not always treat himself gently, if in a fit of anger of sadness he will speak harshly and wound himself by puncturing his flesh with his teeth and claws. He never slashes or cuts his skin. He has an evident liking for rich or sugary food, and he will usually eat it via crushing and smearing it in his palm and applying it to his shoulders, arms and legs. He will then lick it off. These behaviours are not due to any kind of mental instability, but a desire for feeling cared for that he does not get, nor wishes to receive from any Henchcat. The only Henchcat that he has a small soft spot for is Serpit, having been acquainted with him before either had joined the Henchcats. He loves the way Serpit speaks, and fondly remembers his time with him outside the tribe. The feeling is not mutual.
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