Post by violetrook on Jan 5, 2020 23:52:45 GMT -5
Name: Balseraph, The Witch Cat
Gender: FM
Age: Adolescent
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position:
Family: Unknown
Appearance: Balseraph is a black LaPerm with fierce orange eyes. As an adolescent her coat is just now beginning to curl which does not improve her over all appearance (see history).
Human appearance: Fairuza Balk
Personality: Due to her tragic past, Balseraph has a pervasive distrust and suspicion of others and their motives. As a result she also has a lack of interest in real social or personal relationships. Balseraph assumes that most others are either judging her or have already judged her. She has a massive chip on her shoulder and has no issues clobbering people with it. Even though she prefers to be alone, Balseraph knows that she will not survive that way. It bothers her that she must rely on others, but she has no problem keeping them at arm's length. If there is still a place within, she who was once Seraphim, that shines, it is buried deep behind a painfully scarred psyche. It's her vs the world and the world has already taken first blood.
Faults: Balseraph is not only physically disfigured, but she is also socially scarred. To compound the issue, she was never trained in her Mystic Gift and it has now fearfully colored her delusions. She hates humans and has an unimaginable fear of fire. Balseraph can hear spirits still, but does not know she is gifted and therefor has a responsibility to her gift. The voices she hears she often interacts with to the confusion of any witnesses. It may be possible that there is a soft center to her, but she's been burned (literally) before. It will take time and an unbelievable commitment to be allowed close to her. Strike first, strike hard, no surrender. She's been near death and does not fear it. In a way she welcomes that final moment when all this may finally be over. However, she's not going out without a fight. The true fault of her Mystic Power is: She is duty bound to be a guide for spirits and to help others with the loss. All with her gift are "pulled" to graveyards to be the keepers of peace for the dead (all the dead). Halloween is a special time as the veil between worlds thins and these special cats are called to assist in potent ways.
Describing word: Fallen
History & role-play sample:
Seraphim is a black Laperm cat with pumpkin orange eyes born on Halloween. Through her bloodline she received the Mystic Power to commune with spirits (or the echo of souls). Like others with this gift she was meant to be a balm against the sting of loss others feel when someone near them has passed away. Commonly, they use their gift to allow humans to “feel” the presence of their loves ones in the room with them. It’s not uncommon for these Mystic cats to also allow love ones to feel the peace a spirit has found on the other side thus giving them closure. However, Seraphim was never given the opportunity to experience this wonderful gift.
When she was only fourteen-years-old Seraphim began to feel the pull that graveyards exude around Halloween on these mystics. She was unknowingly exploring toward a large grave yard when four human children captured her. In a grim turn of events Seraphim was tortured to near death. In what should have been a final act by these truly evil humans, Seraphim was soaked in gas and lit on fire. Only then was she let go; to the amusement of the children as she streaked away in the night like a bright orange burning comet. The trauma muted the awakening of her Mystic Power.
When she woke up, she was heavily medicated and wrapped in bandages at a pet hospital. Her humans were there and understandably upset. Engulfed in the haze of her treatment she watched through half-slit eyes as Patrisha, her human child, told her mother that she’d rather have another cat.
Seraphim’s heat broke. Shattered.
It was that moment she gave up. It was that moment she fell. Not a physical fall. Much worse and much further than any physical fall. She became Balseraph. What was left of her heart was surrounded by an iron wall and topped with barbed wire.
Unknown time passed as Balseraph was forced to live by humans she had come to hate. When she recovered and could again move freely on her own she fled. It was her hope that the friends she had in the area would help her live on the streets. They too hurt her though as none of them could get beyond what the fire had done to her face.
While she kept all the whiskers on the left side, she had managed to keep only one on her right side and the fur around that eye never returned. In its place was twisted and scarred skin. The hospital did allow her to keep the rest of her fur and tail, by the grace of Heaviside.
Balseraph became a transient cat. She moved from town to town putting down no roots and avoiding any and all relationships. That is until she got to London. Balseraph had made it to London right as Halloween rolled around again. Once again her Mystic Power began to stir.
Balseraph began to hear voices. They would say random things to her, ask her questions she could not possibly have the answers to, and some would tell her do things. She couldn’t take it any longer and collapsed on the side walk.
When she woke up, she was in a comfortable make shift bed. It was made up of human clothes and a shopping cart. Balseraph tried to get out but could not quite manage it. Then a human peered over the shopping cart.
“Hello there. You’re awake. Are you okay little one? You want some food? You were pretty weak when I found you,” he asked.
“You can understand me?”, she croaked.
“Aww, you’re probably hungry and thirsty. You’re little meows sound so pathetic,” he said.
“Yeah, well, guess you can’t understand me,” she responded.
“It’s okay. I’ll get you something.” And he walked away.
A little bit of time went by and when he returned he placed chicken wings and water in the shopping basket with her. At first she didn’t eat. It was clearly poisoned or something. But, in time her hunger forced her to eat and drink. The man left her alone for a long time. He was present, but went about his business. It was then that Balseraph noticed he was blind. He was also homeless.
After three days Balseraph decided that this human was, okay. He spoke to her as if she were also human. He pet her. At one point he touched her scars and she bit him. It was only a reaction. He only laughed and wagged his finger.
“Guess you got some scars too, huh? Yeah, it’s okay. I wont touch it again, I promise,” he said.
And they became as close of friends as Balseraph was going to allow. He called her by no name and she didn’t know his. But, she did come to relax around him. In his presence the voices were not so persistent too.
Snow came that winter.
The blind man became sick and passed away.
On rare occasions Balseraph could still hear him. She heard him best by their shopping cart. She could swear that there were times she could still feel his touch. There were moments when she caught his phantom peeking in at her. But, eventually, that stopped as well.
Once again, Balseraph struck out on her own. This time she was found by another cat. One that, at first, observed her from afar. Eventually, the tom approached her.
“What in the nine hells happen to you,” he asked as he brushed away a stray strand of hair from his highly domed head.
“If it’s a fight you’re looking for I swear to you that it will be a short one for one of us,” she said flatly as her vivid orange eyes met his.
Macavity could sense right away the Mystic Power within her. The orange eyes only confirmed it. This cat was indeed a treasure. And like all real treasure, he wanted it. He laughed. If it was at her or something in his mad mind, Balseraph couldn’t tell.
“No. I’m not here to fight. I’ve seen you around London. You’re Blind Samuel’s friend. I’m Macavity, I run London.”
“Ha, bold claim Macavity. I also don’t care. Go, run your little world,” she said dismissively, “leave me alone.”
“Don’t try my patience. You will not last the rest of this winter without shelter. I have a base of operations that’s warm and contains a veritable smorgasbord at all times,” he said as he sat and openly relaxed in front of her.
“Death does not frighten me. I’ll pass,” and she began to continue on her way.
“Balseraph! It’s Balseraph, right?”
She stared at him and froze in her tracks.
“Oh ho ho, I can always tell when I’ve hit the mark,” he teased.
“Hurt him.” “Claw out his eyes.” “Run away,” came the voices.
“What’s the matter Balseraph…Macavity got your tongue,” he continued.
Balseraph’s right paw shot out so fast that not even Macavity could track the movement in time to escape the entire attack. She managed to cut a shallow line on the side of his face that almost reached his left ear.
“You done yet…Or is one of us going to lie here forever,” she snarled.
Macavity cocked his head from side to side as if reappraising an old artifact. “You just may be as determined as I am. You’ve impressed me girl. Truly. And trust me…I don’t say that often,” he said as he licked away the trickle of blood on his cheek.
“I’m not here to impress you. And those who say 'trust me' are often the ones to look out for. Now, what’s it going to be,” she demanded.
Macavity only laughed yet again. “What’s it going to be indeed…hehehee,” he smiled and then turned around to leave. She didn’t move an inch. Macavity took four steps and then looked over his shoulder, “Follow me, Balseraph. With me by your side you’ll never lose again.”
She watched as this ridiculous cat continued to walk away. The nerve! Yet, there was something about the way he had said ‘you’ll never lose again’. He knew too much. Somehow this cat knew way too much about her.”
“Run, Seraphim, run,” whispered a voice.
Balseraph shook her head rapidly in an attempt to shake the voice in to silence. The next thing she knew she had scampered up to Macavity’s side.
“You actually had me worried there,” he said as they strolled.
“Shut up.”
“Hehehe, oh kid. You’re going to do so well here.”
“Seraphim…run,” came the voice again.
“Shut…up.”
And they walked the rest of the way to his lair in silence. --- end.
Comments: Mystic Power request: Seraphim/Balseraph is a true cat medium. At the height of her power, like other medium cats, she should have the ability to help souls crossover. True Mediums are the protectors of the dead and are called to graveyards as their custodians. Balseraph just was never given instruction to her power so it is stunted and currently believed to be a derangement.
Gender: FM
Age: Adolescent
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position:
Family: Unknown
Appearance: Balseraph is a black LaPerm with fierce orange eyes. As an adolescent her coat is just now beginning to curl which does not improve her over all appearance (see history).
Human appearance: Fairuza Balk
Personality: Due to her tragic past, Balseraph has a pervasive distrust and suspicion of others and their motives. As a result she also has a lack of interest in real social or personal relationships. Balseraph assumes that most others are either judging her or have already judged her. She has a massive chip on her shoulder and has no issues clobbering people with it. Even though she prefers to be alone, Balseraph knows that she will not survive that way. It bothers her that she must rely on others, but she has no problem keeping them at arm's length. If there is still a place within, she who was once Seraphim, that shines, it is buried deep behind a painfully scarred psyche. It's her vs the world and the world has already taken first blood.
Faults: Balseraph is not only physically disfigured, but she is also socially scarred. To compound the issue, she was never trained in her Mystic Gift and it has now fearfully colored her delusions. She hates humans and has an unimaginable fear of fire. Balseraph can hear spirits still, but does not know she is gifted and therefor has a responsibility to her gift. The voices she hears she often interacts with to the confusion of any witnesses. It may be possible that there is a soft center to her, but she's been burned (literally) before. It will take time and an unbelievable commitment to be allowed close to her. Strike first, strike hard, no surrender. She's been near death and does not fear it. In a way she welcomes that final moment when all this may finally be over. However, she's not going out without a fight. The true fault of her Mystic Power is: She is duty bound to be a guide for spirits and to help others with the loss. All with her gift are "pulled" to graveyards to be the keepers of peace for the dead (all the dead). Halloween is a special time as the veil between worlds thins and these special cats are called to assist in potent ways.
Describing word: Fallen
History & role-play sample:
Seraphim is a black Laperm cat with pumpkin orange eyes born on Halloween. Through her bloodline she received the Mystic Power to commune with spirits (or the echo of souls). Like others with this gift she was meant to be a balm against the sting of loss others feel when someone near them has passed away. Commonly, they use their gift to allow humans to “feel” the presence of their loves ones in the room with them. It’s not uncommon for these Mystic cats to also allow love ones to feel the peace a spirit has found on the other side thus giving them closure. However, Seraphim was never given the opportunity to experience this wonderful gift.
When she was only fourteen-years-old Seraphim began to feel the pull that graveyards exude around Halloween on these mystics. She was unknowingly exploring toward a large grave yard when four human children captured her. In a grim turn of events Seraphim was tortured to near death. In what should have been a final act by these truly evil humans, Seraphim was soaked in gas and lit on fire. Only then was she let go; to the amusement of the children as she streaked away in the night like a bright orange burning comet. The trauma muted the awakening of her Mystic Power.
When she woke up, she was heavily medicated and wrapped in bandages at a pet hospital. Her humans were there and understandably upset. Engulfed in the haze of her treatment she watched through half-slit eyes as Patrisha, her human child, told her mother that she’d rather have another cat.
Seraphim’s heat broke. Shattered.
It was that moment she gave up. It was that moment she fell. Not a physical fall. Much worse and much further than any physical fall. She became Balseraph. What was left of her heart was surrounded by an iron wall and topped with barbed wire.
Unknown time passed as Balseraph was forced to live by humans she had come to hate. When she recovered and could again move freely on her own she fled. It was her hope that the friends she had in the area would help her live on the streets. They too hurt her though as none of them could get beyond what the fire had done to her face.
While she kept all the whiskers on the left side, she had managed to keep only one on her right side and the fur around that eye never returned. In its place was twisted and scarred skin. The hospital did allow her to keep the rest of her fur and tail, by the grace of Heaviside.
Balseraph became a transient cat. She moved from town to town putting down no roots and avoiding any and all relationships. That is until she got to London. Balseraph had made it to London right as Halloween rolled around again. Once again her Mystic Power began to stir.
Balseraph began to hear voices. They would say random things to her, ask her questions she could not possibly have the answers to, and some would tell her do things. She couldn’t take it any longer and collapsed on the side walk.
When she woke up, she was in a comfortable make shift bed. It was made up of human clothes and a shopping cart. Balseraph tried to get out but could not quite manage it. Then a human peered over the shopping cart.
“Hello there. You’re awake. Are you okay little one? You want some food? You were pretty weak when I found you,” he asked.
“You can understand me?”, she croaked.
“Aww, you’re probably hungry and thirsty. You’re little meows sound so pathetic,” he said.
“Yeah, well, guess you can’t understand me,” she responded.
“It’s okay. I’ll get you something.” And he walked away.
A little bit of time went by and when he returned he placed chicken wings and water in the shopping basket with her. At first she didn’t eat. It was clearly poisoned or something. But, in time her hunger forced her to eat and drink. The man left her alone for a long time. He was present, but went about his business. It was then that Balseraph noticed he was blind. He was also homeless.
After three days Balseraph decided that this human was, okay. He spoke to her as if she were also human. He pet her. At one point he touched her scars and she bit him. It was only a reaction. He only laughed and wagged his finger.
“Guess you got some scars too, huh? Yeah, it’s okay. I wont touch it again, I promise,” he said.
And they became as close of friends as Balseraph was going to allow. He called her by no name and she didn’t know his. But, she did come to relax around him. In his presence the voices were not so persistent too.
Snow came that winter.
The blind man became sick and passed away.
On rare occasions Balseraph could still hear him. She heard him best by their shopping cart. She could swear that there were times she could still feel his touch. There were moments when she caught his phantom peeking in at her. But, eventually, that stopped as well.
Once again, Balseraph struck out on her own. This time she was found by another cat. One that, at first, observed her from afar. Eventually, the tom approached her.
“What in the nine hells happen to you,” he asked as he brushed away a stray strand of hair from his highly domed head.
“If it’s a fight you’re looking for I swear to you that it will be a short one for one of us,” she said flatly as her vivid orange eyes met his.
Macavity could sense right away the Mystic Power within her. The orange eyes only confirmed it. This cat was indeed a treasure. And like all real treasure, he wanted it. He laughed. If it was at her or something in his mad mind, Balseraph couldn’t tell.
“No. I’m not here to fight. I’ve seen you around London. You’re Blind Samuel’s friend. I’m Macavity, I run London.”
“Ha, bold claim Macavity. I also don’t care. Go, run your little world,” she said dismissively, “leave me alone.”
“Don’t try my patience. You will not last the rest of this winter without shelter. I have a base of operations that’s warm and contains a veritable smorgasbord at all times,” he said as he sat and openly relaxed in front of her.
“Death does not frighten me. I’ll pass,” and she began to continue on her way.
“Balseraph! It’s Balseraph, right?”
She stared at him and froze in her tracks.
“Oh ho ho, I can always tell when I’ve hit the mark,” he teased.
“Hurt him.” “Claw out his eyes.” “Run away,” came the voices.
“What’s the matter Balseraph…Macavity got your tongue,” he continued.
Balseraph’s right paw shot out so fast that not even Macavity could track the movement in time to escape the entire attack. She managed to cut a shallow line on the side of his face that almost reached his left ear.
“You done yet…Or is one of us going to lie here forever,” she snarled.
Macavity cocked his head from side to side as if reappraising an old artifact. “You just may be as determined as I am. You’ve impressed me girl. Truly. And trust me…I don’t say that often,” he said as he licked away the trickle of blood on his cheek.
“I’m not here to impress you. And those who say 'trust me' are often the ones to look out for. Now, what’s it going to be,” she demanded.
Macavity only laughed yet again. “What’s it going to be indeed…hehehee,” he smiled and then turned around to leave. She didn’t move an inch. Macavity took four steps and then looked over his shoulder, “Follow me, Balseraph. With me by your side you’ll never lose again.”
She watched as this ridiculous cat continued to walk away. The nerve! Yet, there was something about the way he had said ‘you’ll never lose again’. He knew too much. Somehow this cat knew way too much about her.”
“Run, Seraphim, run,” whispered a voice.
Balseraph shook her head rapidly in an attempt to shake the voice in to silence. The next thing she knew she had scampered up to Macavity’s side.
“You actually had me worried there,” he said as they strolled.
“Shut up.”
“Hehehe, oh kid. You’re going to do so well here.”
“Seraphim…run,” came the voice again.
“Shut…up.”
And they walked the rest of the way to his lair in silence. --- end.
Comments: Mystic Power request: Seraphim/Balseraph is a true cat medium. At the height of her power, like other medium cats, she should have the ability to help souls crossover. True Mediums are the protectors of the dead and are called to graveyards as their custodians. Balseraph just was never given instruction to her power so it is stunted and currently believed to be a derangement.
