Post by karhi on May 2, 2007 15:36:06 GMT -5
Name: Karhi
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: Femme
Clan: Rogue
Rank: n/a
Description: Karhi is a snow white femme with the most amazingly clean pelt; that is for a rogue. She has fur that seems so glow with utmost perfection pretty much all the time. This seems impossible as the coat is fairly long and attracts the most dreadful tangles and messes. The fur that grows on her tail is a tad bit longer than her body, making it very bushy. The fur 'round her paws is likewise and it sometimes hides her tiny feet. Underneath said coat lays a small build of a she-cat. She is considerably short for a cat and slender. The long fur hides the toned muscles of the stray that she is. Her face is what most cats find most exquisite about her. Her ears are always perky and alive with the sounds that fill the air about her. And she has two different orbs; one icy blue, and the other a soft brown. She thinks of them as two separate, but equal views of herself. One, a bit chilling and scary; the other, approachable and gentle.
( imma make a picture for my desc. soon :] )
Personality:
As previously stated, Karhi usually has one of two personalities, or personas if you will. Some might simply declare her as being bipolar, but she denies any disease. She finds that most anycat can look deep inside himself and find that they lack one complete individual, so how would she be the one who's ill?
As for her more personal details, she is awfully sentimental and tends to read into things more times than not. She has some of the most rude tendencies of anycat she knows. She will often make a sarcastic comment that is received wrongly and then she is bashed. She can't help the way others may perceive her sometimes, but she would really prefer if cats liked her rather than the alternative.
Fighting is a topic she loves to dive into. She thinks of it as her forte sometimes because her approach is stealth. Being a rogue, she isn't bound to any rules or stipulations so she can be downright nasty to meet claw to claw.
She also has the ability to be nicer than anything; that is, when she's in the mood. She has a soft spot for kits and certain toms. Karhi loves to flirt, but then shies away if it leads to anything. She hardly ever means any harm though.
History:
In the few moons that Karhi has been in existence, she has been through quite a few things. She's basically kitty-pet turned clancat turned rogue.
Her earliest memories include the hazy life in a comfortable home. She faintly remembers her twolegs, but believes that they will never forget her. That life was pleasant, but unsatisfying. Day in and day out it was the exact same thing. Talk about monotonous. The same greasy pebbles of food, slimy bowl of water, and same old pillow. She was suffocating there and desperately needed to break away. She finally took it upon herself to seize the moment when the big gate to the outside was briefly opened. Her twolegs tried to catch her, but they were to big and uncoordinated.
Her blood pounding in her ears, she arrived in a giant forest of colors and smells. Everything was so new and inviting; it was like her first breath of life beyond her restricting nest. She met up with somecats and joined a clan faster than you can say mousebait. Immediately she knew that that wasn't her her either. It was much of the same everyday once again. Hunt, protect, eat, sleep. It was dull too. Luckily there was a short scuffle with the loners, and she learned of the life of the rouges. She shot out of her camp before she could even remember what the place was called or what her own name had even been.
She loved that she had the chance to do anything she wanted every day she woke up. Now that she had the life she longed for, all she was missing was a real name and friend. Something had answered her prayers when she came across a very young cat one day in her travels. The cat's title was Cy and she was the most rambunctious being Karhi had ever met in any of her lives.
Cy blessed her with the name Karr, short for Karhi. It was almost the first thing they ever discussed when they shared tongues.
Her fling of a friendship was cut short when some very odd creatures came one day. The two were completely frazzled and had no idea what to do. The things were clothed in a sterile and ungodly white material, and smelled so vile that Karhi will never forget that scent.
They captured poor Cy in some mesh-y contraption before she could dive to the brush that Karr was hiding in.
Karhi was sent into a spiraling feeling of regret and loss for a while. Everything in her moons seemed to happen faster than lightning struck, but the thunder of the actions rang in her head eternally.
RPing Example:
Karr stood atop a sun-warmed stone with her eyes glittering. Her sides heaved as she gasped in the freshest air she thought she would ever breathe. Her tail swung as her orbs scanned the scenery. The rabbit she had been chasing must be hiding. She sighed and sat down. A sudden shiver was sent up her spine as the warmth of the stone went through her. She wasn't very hungry, but lacked anything else to content herself with doing.
She absent-mindedly licked at the fur atop her paw as she looked around. She locked her brilliant gaze upon her next attraction. Karr padded briskly to the bank of the brown-blue water, hating the feeling of the sandy rocks below her clean paws. The sight of the water broke her free of those thoughts though. She sat down and curled her tail on top of her paws as she peered at her double staring back at her.
Playing in the water had always been her absolute favorite thing to do. She lifted a white mitt and poked at the surface; purring at the multiple tiny ripples that scattered from her point of entrance. If she hadn't the gut wrenching feeling that somecat was watching her, she would be splashing about like a kit at the first sight of a river. But she didn't have the courage in her. Instead, she set her wet foot back to her side and whipped her head around. Her mis-matched eyes scouring the horizon for the origin of this horrid feeling. She spied an owl, but it was daylight so it was most likely asleep. It wouldn't be much of a threat even if it was awake though.
She got up and padded away in spite of herself. After a while the feeling went away, but she didn't have the energy to go back to the water's edge.
Codewords: road bend
(( hi everyone. :D ))
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: Femme
Clan: Rogue
Rank: n/a
Description: Karhi is a snow white femme with the most amazingly clean pelt; that is for a rogue. She has fur that seems so glow with utmost perfection pretty much all the time. This seems impossible as the coat is fairly long and attracts the most dreadful tangles and messes. The fur that grows on her tail is a tad bit longer than her body, making it very bushy. The fur 'round her paws is likewise and it sometimes hides her tiny feet. Underneath said coat lays a small build of a she-cat. She is considerably short for a cat and slender. The long fur hides the toned muscles of the stray that she is. Her face is what most cats find most exquisite about her. Her ears are always perky and alive with the sounds that fill the air about her. And she has two different orbs; one icy blue, and the other a soft brown. She thinks of them as two separate, but equal views of herself. One, a bit chilling and scary; the other, approachable and gentle.
( imma make a picture for my desc. soon :] )
Personality:
As previously stated, Karhi usually has one of two personalities, or personas if you will. Some might simply declare her as being bipolar, but she denies any disease. She finds that most anycat can look deep inside himself and find that they lack one complete individual, so how would she be the one who's ill?
As for her more personal details, she is awfully sentimental and tends to read into things more times than not. She has some of the most rude tendencies of anycat she knows. She will often make a sarcastic comment that is received wrongly and then she is bashed. She can't help the way others may perceive her sometimes, but she would really prefer if cats liked her rather than the alternative.
Fighting is a topic she loves to dive into. She thinks of it as her forte sometimes because her approach is stealth. Being a rogue, she isn't bound to any rules or stipulations so she can be downright nasty to meet claw to claw.
She also has the ability to be nicer than anything; that is, when she's in the mood. She has a soft spot for kits and certain toms. Karhi loves to flirt, but then shies away if it leads to anything. She hardly ever means any harm though.
History:
In the few moons that Karhi has been in existence, she has been through quite a few things. She's basically kitty-pet turned clancat turned rogue.
Her earliest memories include the hazy life in a comfortable home. She faintly remembers her twolegs, but believes that they will never forget her. That life was pleasant, but unsatisfying. Day in and day out it was the exact same thing. Talk about monotonous. The same greasy pebbles of food, slimy bowl of water, and same old pillow. She was suffocating there and desperately needed to break away. She finally took it upon herself to seize the moment when the big gate to the outside was briefly opened. Her twolegs tried to catch her, but they were to big and uncoordinated.
Her blood pounding in her ears, she arrived in a giant forest of colors and smells. Everything was so new and inviting; it was like her first breath of life beyond her restricting nest. She met up with somecats and joined a clan faster than you can say mousebait. Immediately she knew that that wasn't her her either. It was much of the same everyday once again. Hunt, protect, eat, sleep. It was dull too. Luckily there was a short scuffle with the loners, and she learned of the life of the rouges. She shot out of her camp before she could even remember what the place was called or what her own name had even been.
She loved that she had the chance to do anything she wanted every day she woke up. Now that she had the life she longed for, all she was missing was a real name and friend. Something had answered her prayers when she came across a very young cat one day in her travels. The cat's title was Cy and she was the most rambunctious being Karhi had ever met in any of her lives.
Cy blessed her with the name Karr, short for Karhi. It was almost the first thing they ever discussed when they shared tongues.
Her fling of a friendship was cut short when some very odd creatures came one day. The two were completely frazzled and had no idea what to do. The things were clothed in a sterile and ungodly white material, and smelled so vile that Karhi will never forget that scent.
They captured poor Cy in some mesh-y contraption before she could dive to the brush that Karr was hiding in.
Karhi was sent into a spiraling feeling of regret and loss for a while. Everything in her moons seemed to happen faster than lightning struck, but the thunder of the actions rang in her head eternally.
RPing Example:
Karr stood atop a sun-warmed stone with her eyes glittering. Her sides heaved as she gasped in the freshest air she thought she would ever breathe. Her tail swung as her orbs scanned the scenery. The rabbit she had been chasing must be hiding. She sighed and sat down. A sudden shiver was sent up her spine as the warmth of the stone went through her. She wasn't very hungry, but lacked anything else to content herself with doing.
She absent-mindedly licked at the fur atop her paw as she looked around. She locked her brilliant gaze upon her next attraction. Karr padded briskly to the bank of the brown-blue water, hating the feeling of the sandy rocks below her clean paws. The sight of the water broke her free of those thoughts though. She sat down and curled her tail on top of her paws as she peered at her double staring back at her.
Playing in the water had always been her absolute favorite thing to do. She lifted a white mitt and poked at the surface; purring at the multiple tiny ripples that scattered from her point of entrance. If she hadn't the gut wrenching feeling that somecat was watching her, she would be splashing about like a kit at the first sight of a river. But she didn't have the courage in her. Instead, she set her wet foot back to her side and whipped her head around. Her mis-matched eyes scouring the horizon for the origin of this horrid feeling. She spied an owl, but it was daylight so it was most likely asleep. It wouldn't be much of a threat even if it was awake though.
She got up and padded away in spite of herself. After a while the feeling went away, but she didn't have the energy to go back to the water's edge.
Codewords: road bend
(( hi everyone. :D ))