Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 21:19:02 GMT -5
Name:
Neith
Gender: Female
Age: 22, Young Adult
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position:
Family: None
Appearance:
Human Appearance:
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 of her mothers death. She has trust issues with any toms that she comes across in her travels since the incident, never had an interest in a single tom yet, and tends to stay close to any queens or kittens. Neith has a loving heart, but for a tom trying to woo her will struggle in gaining her trust and admiration.
Faults: Since the death of her mother, she has never had anyone to teach her to fight or to protect herself effectively. Her only means of protection, in her mind, is her mist which sometimes appears randomly. And because of her trust issues with toms, she isn't sure who to believe, whether they are telling the trust or lying, and believes anything that seems to 'fit' the situation better. But because of these issues, she still has a hard time accepting the males as friends or acquaintances, even if they are nice and help her when she struggles on her combat skills.
Describing word: Innocence
History: She was born to a pure white queen who passed away a few years after birth by a raid from the henches. They were out in the grove practicing their 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 by fighting the toms. She was devasted when she found her mother laying in the dirt, unmoving, after the raid. Neith believed that because of this, all toms were born killers and would attack innocent cats and kits. Ever since that day, she has become more reserved and has looked for a place to call 'home' ever since then, all the while keeping her mothers memory alive by continuously practicing their dance her mother taught her that day. On the other hand, Neith isn't sure who her father is at all, and will never know who he could be. For all she knew, he could have been one of the killers who killed her mother. But she wants answers as to why they were raided, who her father really is, and why did she develop a finicky misty power when her mother had no powers at all. Could it be random from birth or could it be from her fathers bloodline? This thought has never left her mind, but she couldnt help but think that maybe he wasn't a bad cat at all, and doesn't know of her existence, or probably does and won't speak up about it. Either way, she wants to know the truth. Neith has traveled through the city over the years looking for signs of anything that could lead her to her new home, or to any one who could help her find what she wants, until one day when she came across a junkyard that was shrouded by overgrowth and trees. Something about it made her uneasy, yet welcomed at the same time. Would they accept her as one of their own? There was only one way to find out...
RP 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.
Comments: She has a power to create a mist around her or the area. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, and she doesn't know why it happens like that. It usually works when she dances or when she is feeling down, but when she is frightened or in danger, it is a hit or miss and there is no way for her to hide or seek protection. But when it does work in a danger zone, it wont go away on command and could give away her position in a hiding spot, which could put her in even more risk from patrolling hench cats. Neith currently cant fully control when or how to use her power.
