Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 1:37:51 GMT -5
Name: Ashmira
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: Henchcat
Tribe Position:
Family: Long lost sister of Bombalurina (this was the case before-not sure who plays Bomba now/what the situation is...)
Appearance: She looks very similar to Bombalurina, except her mane is much longer. Her white chest has some black markings like on her legs. She has one blue eye and one green eye, and she has many scars littering her body, most of which she manages to hide under her fur. Some of the scars, however, are visible on her white chest.
Human Appearance:
Personality: Ashmira is a proud, stubborn queen who is incredibly beautiful, and she knows it. She always gets what she wants, and the combination of her looks and her wit make her one of the most manipulative cats on the streets. She won't let others push her around; may the gods take pity on any cat that invokes her ire. This, however, sometimes gets her into more trouble than she bargains for-her pride and occasional inability to stay calm can get her into dangerous situations. She is also quite mysterious, has many secrets, and is very good at keeping them secret; she is an excellent liar. Growing up on the streets has made her very resilient, to the point that it can be difficult for others to get to know her. She has trouble putting these guards down and therefore never really forms significant long-term relationships with other cats (romantic or otherwise), preferring to keep relationships superficial so she doesn't get hurt if cats disappear or die as they tended to do while she was growing up.
She also has a certain vindictive streak, stemming from her history with her father, and tends to hold onto grudges and seek revenge against any person she deems to have wronged her in any way. While making her an excellent hench and effective killer, her quests for revenge can sometimes become obsessions that isolate her from everyone more than she already is.
Faults: As somewhat explained above, she is emotionally isolated, which while protective, also prevents her from experiencing the joy that companionship can bring. This lack of any real loyalties can also leave her in some dangerous situations. When she makes enemies she has no one else to back her up or to rely on, leaving her alone to defend herself against cats that are sometimes much bigger and much more powerful than she is. She can sometimes come off as b*tchy and standoff-ish and seems uninterested in getting to know other cats. As also mentioned above, she can become quite obsessed with a single goal (often related to revenge), that tends to block out other aspects of her life. This obsessiveness often puts others off, and on occasion distracts her from her work for Macavity.
Describing word: Proud
History: Ashmira was born and raised on the streets of London. The events of her childhood years are unknown to all who know her, but they were things that changed her forever. She was not privy to the innocence that most kittens have. Her father abused her mother, and began beating Ash when she was old enough to think and talk for herself. As soon as she was old enough, she fought back against her father, but didn't have the strength to beat him. He abandoned her and took her mother with him. Ash then began her life on the streets.
She learned how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive, waiting for the day when she could meet her father again and this time defeat him. She also learned that an attractive queen can get whatever she wants, if she was willing to sacrifice some of her morality. After years of living this way, she met a cat who showed her to his tribe, and from then on, called herself a Jellicle. For the first time, life was easy. She had friends, and a family that wasn't going to hurt her. It was also here, that she felt love for the first time. And it was this love for the Napoleon of Crime himself the led her to follow him to the Henchcats when he fled. This is where we find Ashmira now, where she is waiting, hoping for Macavity to notice her.
RP Sample: Ashmira wound her way through the streets of London, her head held high and swinging her hips as she walked, heading back to the Henchcats' headquarters after just robbing a tom of a very important talisman. She didn't know the meaning behind the jewel- her orders had simply been to retrieve it and return as soon as possible, for apparently it was very important to Macavity.
"Not lost are you, dearie?" came a snarling voice from behind a dumpster.
"Not at all," Ash replied haughtily as she walked past the tom's hiding place.
"Really? Are you sure? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around here alone at this time of night..." The tom slid out from behind the dumpster and slid his hand around her waist. He was a mangy-looking cat, clearly living on the streets.
"I'm alright..." she said, trailing off as she realised this could be fun. She stopped and allowed the tom to pull her closer, and she wrapped one arm around his neck. A very sinister grin crossed the tom's face, but before he could make another move, Ashmira's claws had slashed his shoulder, leaving deep cuts; and she was strutting off down the street again, to return the talisman to Macavity.
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: Henchcat
Tribe Position:
Family: Long lost sister of Bombalurina (this was the case before-not sure who plays Bomba now/what the situation is...)
Appearance: She looks very similar to Bombalurina, except her mane is much longer. Her white chest has some black markings like on her legs. She has one blue eye and one green eye, and she has many scars littering her body, most of which she manages to hide under her fur. Some of the scars, however, are visible on her white chest.
Human Appearance:
Personality: Ashmira is a proud, stubborn queen who is incredibly beautiful, and she knows it. She always gets what she wants, and the combination of her looks and her wit make her one of the most manipulative cats on the streets. She won't let others push her around; may the gods take pity on any cat that invokes her ire. This, however, sometimes gets her into more trouble than she bargains for-her pride and occasional inability to stay calm can get her into dangerous situations. She is also quite mysterious, has many secrets, and is very good at keeping them secret; she is an excellent liar. Growing up on the streets has made her very resilient, to the point that it can be difficult for others to get to know her. She has trouble putting these guards down and therefore never really forms significant long-term relationships with other cats (romantic or otherwise), preferring to keep relationships superficial so she doesn't get hurt if cats disappear or die as they tended to do while she was growing up.
She also has a certain vindictive streak, stemming from her history with her father, and tends to hold onto grudges and seek revenge against any person she deems to have wronged her in any way. While making her an excellent hench and effective killer, her quests for revenge can sometimes become obsessions that isolate her from everyone more than she already is.
Faults: As somewhat explained above, she is emotionally isolated, which while protective, also prevents her from experiencing the joy that companionship can bring. This lack of any real loyalties can also leave her in some dangerous situations. When she makes enemies she has no one else to back her up or to rely on, leaving her alone to defend herself against cats that are sometimes much bigger and much more powerful than she is. She can sometimes come off as b*tchy and standoff-ish and seems uninterested in getting to know other cats. As also mentioned above, she can become quite obsessed with a single goal (often related to revenge), that tends to block out other aspects of her life. This obsessiveness often puts others off, and on occasion distracts her from her work for Macavity.
Describing word: Proud
History: Ashmira was born and raised on the streets of London. The events of her childhood years are unknown to all who know her, but they were things that changed her forever. She was not privy to the innocence that most kittens have. Her father abused her mother, and began beating Ash when she was old enough to think and talk for herself. As soon as she was old enough, she fought back against her father, but didn't have the strength to beat him. He abandoned her and took her mother with him. Ash then began her life on the streets.
She learned how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive, waiting for the day when she could meet her father again and this time defeat him. She also learned that an attractive queen can get whatever she wants, if she was willing to sacrifice some of her morality. After years of living this way, she met a cat who showed her to his tribe, and from then on, called herself a Jellicle. For the first time, life was easy. She had friends, and a family that wasn't going to hurt her. It was also here, that she felt love for the first time. And it was this love for the Napoleon of Crime himself the led her to follow him to the Henchcats when he fled. This is where we find Ashmira now, where she is waiting, hoping for Macavity to notice her.
RP Sample: Ashmira wound her way through the streets of London, her head held high and swinging her hips as she walked, heading back to the Henchcats' headquarters after just robbing a tom of a very important talisman. She didn't know the meaning behind the jewel- her orders had simply been to retrieve it and return as soon as possible, for apparently it was very important to Macavity.
"Not lost are you, dearie?" came a snarling voice from behind a dumpster.
"Not at all," Ash replied haughtily as she walked past the tom's hiding place.
"Really? Are you sure? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking around here alone at this time of night..." The tom slid out from behind the dumpster and slid his hand around her waist. He was a mangy-looking cat, clearly living on the streets.
"I'm alright..." she said, trailing off as she realised this could be fun. She stopped and allowed the tom to pull her closer, and she wrapped one arm around his neck. A very sinister grin crossed the tom's face, but before he could make another move, Ashmira's claws had slashed his shoulder, leaving deep cuts; and she was strutting off down the street again, to return the talisman to Macavity.
