Post by Analia on Mar 21, 2010 9:10:27 GMT
Player’s Name: Summer
Player's Gender: Of the lady type
Roleplay Experience: Spotted experience over the last 5 years or so.
Name: Analia (ʌ ˈnɒ li ʌ)
Species: Guardian
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Face Claim: Emily Mortimer
Appearance: Analia spends almost all of her time as a lithe black feline with green eyes. She's a rather small cat, looking just barely out out kittenhood; her on the go lifestyle has never allowed her to grow much more than absolutely necessary. Lean and slender, she's used to moving a lot and living off whatever scraps she can find, so there is very little fat on her athletic body.
Analia rarely takes her human form. Her night-black hair contrasts starkly with her pale Guardian skin, giving her an almost vampirical look. She's about 5'7" or so, and just like her feline body, she is small and light, but muscular. Her body is in it's prime, by evolutionary standards, and though one could look at her and see malnourished, Analia could be said to be thriving.
Personality: Analia is, to be frank, quite skittish. She isn't used to people much; the only one she's ever really interacted with is the gypsy peddler she lived with for the first part of her life. She's very feral; she has no experience with humanity or society except what she viewed with the peddler, and then for the next seven years after that she lived in the wild. So she has a very animalistic view on life, and does not easily pick up on a lot of social cues that are habitual for most people. She is very goal-oriented; she looks out for her own survival first and foremost, and has very honed instincts when it comes to protection and safety.
She has very little sense of family, except that she used to have one and wants it back. But she has no idea anymore of what it means to be a part of a family. She never really saw her peddler companion as family, or even as a friend, though he saw her as both; to her he was the nice man who gave her food. She wants to find her place in the world, the one thing she noticed about society - everyone had a role to play and someone or something to come home to. Analia feels she has neither.
She is rather shy and solitary, as she is quite accustomed to spending a lot of time by herself in the quiet among the trees. But that's not to say she is a calm sort of animal normally. She has nearly boundless energy, and often made up games to amuse herself while she traveled for home. She has never had any real friends to talk to or communicate with, and doesn't really have a concept of trust or sharing; in the wild, everything is a danger, and everyone wants to one-up you.
Misc. Important Info: She speaks very little English, communicating mainly through the sending of images through the mind. However, she rarely ever needs to communicate with anyone, except by subtle manipulation, as she lives a solitary traveler's life. She also has no knowledge of Guardians or their laws.
Biography: Analia doesn't remember where she was born. She doesn't remember who her parents were. In fact, she doesn't remember much. She remembers her parents as vague scents and whispered ideas; the dark of her father, the mismatched calico of her mother. All she knows is that she was taken away, and she needs to get home.
The Full Story:
Analia was born to two Guardians who were very much in love with each other, and with their newborn daughter. They were fiercely dedicated to her, and never went out on guard duty at the same time so that one of them was always with her. One night, with her father out, her mother stayed with her daughter, playing with Analia and letting her chase her tail around. Suddenly, though, the calico's sixth sense pinged, and with a quick nip, had picked Analia up by the scruff of her neck, carried her to the little nest they slept in, and run off after her lover.
But Analia, curious kitten that she was, leapt out and followed the scent of her mother's fear. Her tiny legs didn't carry her fast, though, and good thing for her: when she finally found her mother and father, hours later, their bodies were cold, ravaged by Gewin claws. She curled up between the dead bodies of her parents, mewling piteously.
A few hours later, a gypsy peddler making his was out of town picked her up as a stray. He made Analia his companion until she was 14, and she traveled with him, gradually losing almost the entirety of her memories of her parents and home. All she had left was her mother's calico tail, flipping back and forth, and a warm tongue, the scent of masculinity lingering in the air. She had to get home.
She'd done enough exploring in the woods in her time with the peddler that she knew about enough different foods she could munch on as she traveled. So one night, after watching him for hours, making sure he was sound asleep, she left. She wished she could tell him why; she sent out her thoughts to him as she stole away from the cart, and was shocked to find that she was seeing into his mind. Not only that, but she realized she could send things to him, if she wanted to. Pictures, words... her thoughts rubbed against his the way she would sometimes rub his cheek in the mornings, flashed him an image of herself and the shapes she remembered as her parents, curled up together, and stole into the night.
It took her seven years to get back to Benevolence. Analia wandered in the woods mostly, backtracking to towns the peddler had visited, sending thoughts to various vendors in marketplaces she found, subtly influencing them that they should pity her and give her food; forest fare for a house cat was not what one would call a well-balanced diet.
She also did what she could to search through the villagers' minds for useful bits of information; mental maps of the area, images of cats who looked similar to her parents, anything that might let her know where she was. Eventually she heard rumors of "the cat village," and it piqued her interest.
It was just after she first heard the rumor that she discovered what else she could do: shapeshift. It was a dark night, as so often happens, and Analia had been shooed out of every home she could find. In desperation, ran back to the forest for shelter, but there wasn't much there, either. She managed to find a wayward pine to curl up in just before the rain started, but the thunder was too much for the lonely feline, and she jumped out of her skin - and into a new one. She yowled in surprise and pain as her body structure rearranged itself, and when the pain subsided, she turned around, meaning to lick her fur to regain some composure, only to lose it again as she discovered that she was now one of the hairless tall villagers that gave her food, minus that stuff they put on their bodies... clothes.
It would have been an interesting development for Analia if she had been in the right state of mind to realize what she'd done. Unfortunately, the shock of seeing herself as a hairless two-legged creature was too much for her, and she passed out with a flash of pain. When she woke up the next morning, she was perfectly catty again.
Afterwards, she spent a good deal of her time trying to figure out how to do it again. She Spent her nights in wayward pines whenever she could, wishing for thunderstorms, trying to recreate the experience, but was thoroughly unsuccessful.
So for now, she continues her search for her home and her family.
Player's Gender: Of the lady type
Roleplay Experience: Spotted experience over the last 5 years or so.
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Name: Analia (ʌ ˈnɒ li ʌ)
Species: Guardian
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Face Claim: Emily Mortimer
Appearance: Analia spends almost all of her time as a lithe black feline with green eyes. She's a rather small cat, looking just barely out out kittenhood; her on the go lifestyle has never allowed her to grow much more than absolutely necessary. Lean and slender, she's used to moving a lot and living off whatever scraps she can find, so there is very little fat on her athletic body.
Analia rarely takes her human form. Her night-black hair contrasts starkly with her pale Guardian skin, giving her an almost vampirical look. She's about 5'7" or so, and just like her feline body, she is small and light, but muscular. Her body is in it's prime, by evolutionary standards, and though one could look at her and see malnourished, Analia could be said to be thriving.
Personality: Analia is, to be frank, quite skittish. She isn't used to people much; the only one she's ever really interacted with is the gypsy peddler she lived with for the first part of her life. She's very feral; she has no experience with humanity or society except what she viewed with the peddler, and then for the next seven years after that she lived in the wild. So she has a very animalistic view on life, and does not easily pick up on a lot of social cues that are habitual for most people. She is very goal-oriented; she looks out for her own survival first and foremost, and has very honed instincts when it comes to protection and safety.
She has very little sense of family, except that she used to have one and wants it back. But she has no idea anymore of what it means to be a part of a family. She never really saw her peddler companion as family, or even as a friend, though he saw her as both; to her he was the nice man who gave her food. She wants to find her place in the world, the one thing she noticed about society - everyone had a role to play and someone or something to come home to. Analia feels she has neither.
She is rather shy and solitary, as she is quite accustomed to spending a lot of time by herself in the quiet among the trees. But that's not to say she is a calm sort of animal normally. She has nearly boundless energy, and often made up games to amuse herself while she traveled for home. She has never had any real friends to talk to or communicate with, and doesn't really have a concept of trust or sharing; in the wild, everything is a danger, and everyone wants to one-up you.
Misc. Important Info: She speaks very little English, communicating mainly through the sending of images through the mind. However, she rarely ever needs to communicate with anyone, except by subtle manipulation, as she lives a solitary traveler's life. She also has no knowledge of Guardians or their laws.
Biography: Analia doesn't remember where she was born. She doesn't remember who her parents were. In fact, she doesn't remember much. She remembers her parents as vague scents and whispered ideas; the dark of her father, the mismatched calico of her mother. All she knows is that she was taken away, and she needs to get home.
The Full Story:
Analia was born to two Guardians who were very much in love with each other, and with their newborn daughter. They were fiercely dedicated to her, and never went out on guard duty at the same time so that one of them was always with her. One night, with her father out, her mother stayed with her daughter, playing with Analia and letting her chase her tail around. Suddenly, though, the calico's sixth sense pinged, and with a quick nip, had picked Analia up by the scruff of her neck, carried her to the little nest they slept in, and run off after her lover.
But Analia, curious kitten that she was, leapt out and followed the scent of her mother's fear. Her tiny legs didn't carry her fast, though, and good thing for her: when she finally found her mother and father, hours later, their bodies were cold, ravaged by Gewin claws. She curled up between the dead bodies of her parents, mewling piteously.
A few hours later, a gypsy peddler making his was out of town picked her up as a stray. He made Analia his companion until she was 14, and she traveled with him, gradually losing almost the entirety of her memories of her parents and home. All she had left was her mother's calico tail, flipping back and forth, and a warm tongue, the scent of masculinity lingering in the air. She had to get home.
She'd done enough exploring in the woods in her time with the peddler that she knew about enough different foods she could munch on as she traveled. So one night, after watching him for hours, making sure he was sound asleep, she left. She wished she could tell him why; she sent out her thoughts to him as she stole away from the cart, and was shocked to find that she was seeing into his mind. Not only that, but she realized she could send things to him, if she wanted to. Pictures, words... her thoughts rubbed against his the way she would sometimes rub his cheek in the mornings, flashed him an image of herself and the shapes she remembered as her parents, curled up together, and stole into the night.
It took her seven years to get back to Benevolence. Analia wandered in the woods mostly, backtracking to towns the peddler had visited, sending thoughts to various vendors in marketplaces she found, subtly influencing them that they should pity her and give her food; forest fare for a house cat was not what one would call a well-balanced diet.
She also did what she could to search through the villagers' minds for useful bits of information; mental maps of the area, images of cats who looked similar to her parents, anything that might let her know where she was. Eventually she heard rumors of "the cat village," and it piqued her interest.
It was just after she first heard the rumor that she discovered what else she could do: shapeshift. It was a dark night, as so often happens, and Analia had been shooed out of every home she could find. In desperation, ran back to the forest for shelter, but there wasn't much there, either. She managed to find a wayward pine to curl up in just before the rain started, but the thunder was too much for the lonely feline, and she jumped out of her skin - and into a new one. She yowled in surprise and pain as her body structure rearranged itself, and when the pain subsided, she turned around, meaning to lick her fur to regain some composure, only to lose it again as she discovered that she was now one of the hairless tall villagers that gave her food, minus that stuff they put on their bodies... clothes.
It would have been an interesting development for Analia if she had been in the right state of mind to realize what she'd done. Unfortunately, the shock of seeing herself as a hairless two-legged creature was too much for her, and she passed out with a flash of pain. When she woke up the next morning, she was perfectly catty again.
Afterwards, she spent a good deal of her time trying to figure out how to do it again. She Spent her nights in wayward pines whenever she could, wishing for thunderstorms, trying to recreate the experience, but was thoroughly unsuccessful.
So for now, she continues her search for her home and her family.
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Love the idea! First shifter (Gewyn or Guardian) who's been taken away. Nice back story
Love the idea! First shifter (Gewyn or Guardian) who's been taken away. Nice back story
