{ we will pay for our sins } wip.

{ Character Name: Saccahrine. }{ Character Age: 2 Years. }
{ Gender: Female. }{ Generation: First. }{ Alliance: None. }

The first thing most cats notice about Saccharine is her perfect face.
Secondly, the assortment of lacy scars that decorate her underbelly.
These are the her representation of the souls she's freed--most cats
would simply call it murder. She has five to date. Isn't that darling?

Her figure could be referred to as lithe and long, a result of her ritual
fasting. Although, we'll diverge into that later. Her coat is is long and
soft, often attended too by its wearer. Complemented by dark,
swirling, classic tabby markings. She also expresses white markings
on her maw and underbelly.

Her paw pads and nose are colored a smoky rose. As for eye color, her
iris is a subtle copper-green.

Saccharine, to put it simply, is a religionist. Everything she does is
meant in favor of the gods. What others call massacre, she calls soul
reaping of the sinners. At first glance, she comes across as reserved,
even soft spoken. I pray for anyone who falls into her righteous claws.
Is she evil? Of course not. She just has a twisted since of right and
wrong. She believes she is to be apart of a mass cleansing of the
sinners, and plays her part well. The scars on her underbelly speak
for themselves. Her ultimate goal is simply to kill all sinners,
including herself.

Despite her twisted sense of morale, she's a pretty laid back cat. I
wouldn't go as far as calling her power hungry, or even bipolar. Sacch
is simply lovely, intelligent, and beautiful, with a deadly quirk. What
qualifies a sinner you ask? A proud look. A lying tongue. Hands that
shed innocent blood. A heart that devises wicked plots. Feet that are
swift to run into mischief. A deceitful witness that uttereth lies. Him
that soweth discord among brethren. Yep, committing one of those
around Saccharine would be like jumping into your own coffin.

[font=georgia]Her cunning, or her ability to think something through.