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[size=36pt]D E V I L S K I T[/size]
[align=center][color=#c2a385] we're all going to hell; might as well enjoy the ride.
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&&name. devilskit/paw/trap
&&age. just over 6 moons ; old enough to walk, talk, & understand surroundings
&&sexuality. bisexual
&&gender. female; very masculine.
&&alliance. the covenant
&&rank. warrior
&&appearance. devilskit is a very tall, slender, thin she-cat - and she knows it.
for a cat, with her deep amber eyes that sparkle in the morning sunlight, she's very pretty. as she grows, she learns this and begins to understand it. she then realizes that - oh yeah, i can use this. but really, it's not her beauty that catches others.
it can be the way she walks. it's not swagger - it's anything but, she retorts - for she carries herself with pride, but in a way so she doesn't draw too much attention to her and her usually well-groomed ice-white pelt. that's what she has to do to be hidden "in the shadows."
her paws - which are kind of small for a cat - carry her silently, undetected through any chaos. they can barely be heard in any situation, but they wouldn't get her far if it weren't for her long legs. they've taken her to oblivion (or so she has boasted before), and usually keep her up and walking for a long time.
her tail is particularly short.
her face is smushed in, and her nose sort of small, eyes unusually big, ears kind of looming over her like tall trees, but it all works out - she's a disproportionate beauty.
&&personality. devilskit is very, very sneaky.
she's always been able to avoid trouble due to her cunning skills, and can work her way out of situations with her looks -- yet she isn't boastful. she tries to not draw attention to herself, but when she does, she plays it cool. there's no such thing as stage fright to her, but there's no such thing as being an 'attention grabber' to her.
she's tough.
devilskit usually despises fighting, because when it comes down to it, she's not the best. she'll threaten them, but needs backup or some sort of help, usually, to take down an opponent. that's why she likes to stay in the shadows.
she is a very bright girl, but generally doesn't show her knowledge (or shove it down others' throats, really).
strengths -- sneak, speech, smarts
weaknesses -- making decisions, fighting, sometimes using common sense
&&history.
devilskit doesn't exactly know of her history; she's young, and doesn't remember much.
there are things she does remember though; she remembers her mother, the kind calico with the soft eyes, and her father, the white tom with green eyes. the rogues, starting a family on their own.
she remembers how they lived near a farm with horses, cows, sheep, and dogs. she remembers her mother warning, "stay away from those dogs; those dogs are not friendly."
she remembers losing her siblings one day, and remembers being angry at her parents, because her siblings were her best friends. she remembers her father attacking her, and that she grew so angry, she left, but made sure to leave a trail for the dogs to reach their dens. "i owe you," she said as they turned to her, blood on their jaws from her parents. they didn't attack her, but they knew that in the future, they'd be there for her.
devilskit will realize that that is too wrong for her to tell -- the story of how she murdered her parents. so, she sticks to how she walked too far from home one day and was lost, and somehow ended up on the covenant's territory.
and she remembers her old name -- the weak kittypet name, "flurry."
ever since she's lied about her parents, she figured she'd lie about her name, too. so, she took what was on the dog's name tags -- "devil" and "trappe" and created "devilstrap."
it's not a bad lie, after all.
&&roleplay sample.
It's not like she hated her parents. She really didn't.
She was just angry. Angry - no. Angry was an understatement.
Bloodthirsty - well, she wasn't ready to kill her parents on her own, was she?
Am I?
No. Devilskit shook her head and turned towards the fence, facing the dogs. "Hey!" she whispered, but it came out a mewl. As long as it grabbed their attention.
One of the filthy rottweiler's heads popped up, drool pouring out of its jaws like a waterfall. Devilskit gagged, but coughed and forced back the urge to vomit.
"Hey, yeah. You. You hungry? I got some good cat. There's a trail."
There was a pause, then footsteps. Big ones.
She turned to face a paw that was literally the size of her little white body. The kitten glanced up, facing snagged teeth, drooling lips, and dark, round eyes that showed unspoken words.
Kill.
The next she felt was pain. Pain, throughout her little body. The kitten opened her eyes and found --
Oh, just a dream. She was there, in the forest, in a thicket of branches.
That never happened. She was alive.
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