Character Name:
Gingermist
Character Age:
Twenty-five moons.
Gender:
Female
Alliance:
Loner
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Gingermist has a rather small, but sleek appearance. While her overall build seems normal, her strength isn't half of her 'healthy' size. This leads to her constant slinking around, showing off her high endurance running skill. But she really isn't anything special for the most part. Her ginger coat is striped in a tabby style with darker orange. It makes her easily noticeable, so she usually stalks to the back of what she catches, the only exception to this being in the autumn when the leaves can conceal her fine. Her muscled legs make it easier to pounce, rather than sneak, because her paws are clumsy and big. She has a generous length tail, as well, and it's definitely a big give away to anyone/thing she stalks.
Mostly because she steps on it constantly, the dim child. The bright side to the otherwise unappealing. disinteresting girl is that her eyes are are golden-greenish color, bright with interest and, well, foreboding disaster.
Personality:
Gingermist isn't the brightest star of Silverpelt, sadly. But, really, that's putting it kindly. Her instincts seem to be the only thing keeping her alive back there, but she does have good intentions. With a bright mask of goodwill, yet an easily manipulated head behind her skull, it never leads to anything good. Not knowing much leads to curiosity, and when you don't know what to do with curiosity, it leads to that 'never any good' thing. She is really hated because of her idiocy, if you don't know her, because really, what kind of cat goes scratching up a tree wanting to befriend squirrels.
She can hunt, but she can't really do that on her own. She naturally finds herself drawn to group enviroments, which is good for her, or else she really wouldn't be here today.
---Likes (at least 3): Other cats, hunting (to a degree), rainbows (she can't really see most of the colors but it's a BOW OF RAIN), learning, running.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Thinking, fighting, being alone, sounds louder than her own.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): High endurance activities, mediating (surprisingly), making others happy (for whatever agenda they have)
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Puzzles, surviving alone, fighting.
History (8 or more sentences):
Gingermist started, actually, as a clan cat. It seemed like she would be a fortunate kit, and most cats thought that she would be smart as a whip. So when Gingerkit was born, many clan cats were expecting the next leader on their hands. But her mother, well, she wasn't exactly happy about that. She was never motherly, not in the least, so when Gingerkit /was/ born, she asked a loner outside of the clans to take her away. She thought that was for the best, for herself anyway.
So, she never knew her mother, only her 'father' named King. King wasn't really that smart, so as much as he tried to be a father, it never worked out somewhere. It kind of settled in that he wasn't prepared to take care of a kit when Gingerkit fell out of a tree when he wasn't looking, and hit her head. Lucky the kit wasn't badly injured, but the head trauma was... exceptional.
So, King left her to the twolegs and went on his own again. He wasn't so attached to her... wait, he was! But before he could go back to get her, she was gone. So she ended up spending a great deal of life as a kittypet and running into things.
Constantly.
But, around 16 moons, she found that she wasn't really happy. The wild cat was in her blood, even if she couldn't tell which way was left/right. She left for a place she could call her own, and she has been traveling ever sense. She caught on quick, luckily, with a little help from passing travelers who felt sorry for her, and she continued on satisfied and full after each encounter. But it's only a matter of time before she settle happily or is captured without kind mercy.
Roleplay Sample:
Gingermist sat content on the large, open plain she had called her home last night. It was definately a breezy place, but she eventually found a nice, comfortable spot without to much trouble. She felt peaceful, but something was wrong. Geez, wonder where other cats are~! she thought lazily, taking a last bite of recently killed prey. This life wasn't to different from being a kittypet, and everyone loved her here! Nobody ever hurt anybody on these plains, not a sing---
The thought was cut of instantly as a strong breeze blew her over, taking her by surprise. Well, Wind is being rude today! she thought indignantly, standing up to face the direction of the blow. She was not hurt, but she was still uneasy. Was that shadow there a second ago?
"Err, helllooo~?" she called melodically, stretching as if she could care less. Nobody would hurt her, everyone loved her! Didn't they?
Comments (optional):
ohai
My name is Kes.
Hope you enjoyed. ^^