Post by ♫ admin on Feb 29, 2008 19:53:45 GMT 9
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Name: Alice
Gender: She-cat
Status: Rogue
Appearance:
Name: Alice
Gender: She-cat
Status: Rogue
Appearance:
Alice has a strange fur color. It is something of a mottled, brown tortoiseshell, in every tone of brown one could possibly imagine, from dark chocolate color to creamy whitish tufts. She flanks hints of deep brown tabby stripes in the chest area, paws and muzzle, a more creamy color, which is extended to a pure white in her long whiskers. The consistancy of her fur is coarse, short, and thick.Personality:
As far as her eyes go, they are lost. Their murky green depths wander through space and time, and they always give the impression that she's not quite there, filled with simmering sadness, even at the most joyous of times.
It's hard for Alice to do much--she's de-clawed, her teeth, dulled to blunt stubs. One can often find her drinking from puddles and slurping up whatever soft, remaining carcass of something is left.
She's a frail cat with nearly no meat on her bones. When wet, ribs are clearly seen jutting out of the slick dark fur hugging her frail body. Even when not yet, she looks a sickly, scrawny thing, and is underdevevloped for her age--which is, by the way, around the age of a newly-made apprentice.
The leather on her paw pads and nose is a deep, earthy pink color. She herself smells of earth and snow, soft, warm, and comforting--though no cat can deny that behind this is an odd, bitter, unnatural tang--a smell left over from her dark past.
Finally, there's the space above Alice's nose. It's furless, charred a deep, dark brown, a constant reminder of where she was. The skin under her pelt, hidden, is scarred and scratched, sporting burns and uneven grooves. Her paw pads are thick and rough--no cat could withstand the way the bars always cut into their paws without developing such thick foot-bottoms...
Looking just out of kithood, Alice is young and tender. Her murky, sad eyes are always wide with fear. She's a jumpy, shy character, capable of love--but incapable of trust. She doesn't ever expect to be loved in return. She never was...History:
Alice doesn't like to talk much. Rather, she prefers to sit on the sidelines, listening as other cats blather. She's soft and kind, and can only be around cats.
As I've mentioned before, it's hard to gain Alice's trust--even harder if you're not a cat! Dogs, she hates, birds, she fears, mice, she avoids. Twolegs...she can't stand to even see one. She needs to be as far from them as possible. She's never been able to trust them, since the moment she was born...
...she had bad experiences with twolegs.Kin:
Mewling, squirming, she was just a little kit! It smelled bad--really bad! A little brown, furless kit, she pressed into her mother, felt the heat of her siblings against her body. And only just out of the womb, she was thrust away from her mother and dumped in a place where, through a dirty blanket, she felt bars pressing into her. She tried to find her mother, but she wasn't there. There was instead, a teddy bear with a bottle built into its stomach. Ouch.
She never again saw her siblings. She suckled from the bear daily--gave out high pitched mews, pleading for social interaction, but the only interaction she got was from the gloved hands of twolegs. They were brutal and rough. When her eyes opened, she was put in a different cage. No blanket here--she had to start eating solid food every day.
When her teeth came in, the twolegs took blades and dulled them. It hurt. When her claws came, they were yanked from her, like a new gift, taken away forever--for, needless to say, they never grew back.
The twolegs at once began cutting her open. Giving her surgeries without anesthetic. Her paws bled daily from wire cuts. She was sprayed with things. Twoleg products, appied to her fur, her eyes. Soon she smelled bitter. The other cats she saw were never much bigger than her. She was always hungry--never fed enough. Once, they tested fire. It burned the bridge of her nose. And still, she was just a kit.
One day, she saw the twolegs carting a bunch of dead cats away--and at that moment, she was certain she had to get out.
One rainy day, full of fear, starving, and after she had been sprayed and knocked unconcious by some nasty twoleg stuff that made her fur fluff out and her eyes water, the cage door was opened, and she was thrust into a cardboard box with a few other cats her age. Standard procedure.
Desperate to get away, she leaped higher than she ever had, hurtling herself over the edge of the box and landing hard on the floor--but the impact didn't seem to bother her. Her adrenaline was running wild. She had to get away! Darting between the legs of no-furs, she made her way blindly around, until she thought there was no way out.
I'm stupid! I'll always live like this! I'll die young! There's no other world out there, all cats are tested on!
She ran through rows and rows of cages and kennels of animals--cats, dogs, birds, hamsters. They were sickly and squealing in pain, pleading for company as wire cages dug through their paws. It was too much to bear.
And suddenly everything was much colder.
She felt the wind whip through her fur.
The drizzle of rain on her foul-smelling pelt, and on her face.
She was free.
Somehow or another, she had gotten out.
After wandering for an hour or two, she collapsed out of hunger and exhaustion. Her pelt was soaked. Her tiny body was frail. She was freezing her tail off.
This is the end.
Again, no such luck. She awoke to a warm, soft surface. Her fur was fluffed out and dry--and had a sickly sweet smell.
Sitting up, she was very confused, before another cat bounced up to her.
"What's your name?! Aren't my housefolk nice? What were you doing on our lawn? Where'd you come from? Wanna be friends? What's your name? Who are you? What's your name?"
"Name?"
"Yeah! My name is Alice!"
"Name?" she repeated, feeling stupid.
"What you're called."
"Oh."
"What are you called?" the mew came slower this time.
"Called? I'm...I'm not called anything."
"What?! But...you have to have a name!"
"Name?"
The cat turned, angry now.
"Fine. Don't tell me."
She began to stalk away.
She didn't know why she said it.
"Wait! I'm...Alice."
She didn't know what else to say. What else could a cat be called? Where she was from, they were called nothing at all.
A twoleg entered just as the other Alice turned around again, angry now, because this stupid mottled she-cat had stolen her name.
With a terrified yowl at the sight of the twoleg, the newly-named Alice leaped out of the soft spot. Belly still yowling, she made a daring leap out of an open window. It was dry now. But still cold.
She came to a forest, eventually. It was full of snow and dirt. There, she saw another cat.
"What's your name?" he inquired.
And this time, she knew just how to reply.
"I'm Alice."
UnknownOther:
I won't start playing her right away--she's for later ;3 Maybe after the whole TalonClant thing. After my other cats have died.[/blockquote]