Posts by NEITH MALLISTER

GENERAL:

. Neith Mallister | named after the egyptian goddess of weaving, war, hunting, and wisdom

. nicknamed ni

. fourteen months | physically && mentally

. heterosexual, heteroromantic | wary of affectionate advances

. capricorn

. prefers feminine pronouns

. pure leopardess

. vocals of Ellen Pompeo [will change as she does have a more African accent because of her homage]

IMPORTANT INFO:

. intends to be the next lady

. naturally nocturnal

. obeys her mother's words only

. efficient huntress && warrior

. first gen

. saved by jaelynn

. HATES BIRDS

TITLES:

least to greatest

. child (member) of Mallister house

RELATIONS:

npc xx npc

. adoptive daughter to jaelynn mallister

. adoptive niece to arecel mallister && ismira mallister && betrayal mallister

. adoptive "sibling" to axel mallister, caspian mallister, damien mallister

. adoptive cousin to

PHYSICAL:

health : 100% | mentally stable

neith is a beautiful leopard, spotted with ebony along an enriched, golden colored coat. her eyes are uniquely colored, a pale green on in the outside while a well-blended dark green hue extends from the pupil. muscles ripple beneath her sleek, short-furred pelt, and thick tail lashes firmly at her back. her head is more narrow, more slimmer along the sides to exploit her elegant, feminine nature. neith's frame consists of hard bone and meat, and is a decent size and height for her species. perhaps a hint on the shorter side, but just a hint of course. and fortunately no deformities mark her being, yet at least. it's evident neith was created to be a huntress, to be something sly and seducing.

. equipped gift from jaelynn - a necklace of seaglass and ice

PERSONALITY:

+ careful, dependable, refined, sophisticated, thoughtful, ambitious

- insecure, ruthless, distrusting, stubborn, unforgiving, anxious

neith is a thoughtful, observant creature, and a maiden of ice much like her adoptive mother. although smiling hardly comes easily, the goddess remians polite and practical, with an even temper and strong determination. Despite her pleasantries, and elegant attitude, neith can be rather direct, and hates being the center of a joke even in play. she's a defensive beast, formulating strong opinions but wallowing in her self-consciousness. neith is a witty lass, a surprising contrast to her dark nature, and is equally patient and humble. she also possesses a steadiness that speaks volumes in her ambition and quest for leadership. she tends to be very decisive in what she chooses to do and isn't easily thrown off her game. despite her patience, neith has no time for mind games and usually has a high sense of realism. generally this feline is pretty sensitive, and a bit gullible, and because of that weakness she chooses to be reserved and blunt as a defense.

Neith strode to the scene, a mass of lean muscle and pure grace. Her coat gleamed, ebony spots positioned above a coat of gold. It was evident the feline like to keep her appearance together, was necessary. Embarrassing her savior, no.. her mother now, was out of the question. Her mother was a wintry dream, in Neith's eyes, and here Neith was sporting the Mallister name. It was only right, to respect her appearance.

Her hips and shoulder rolled in a rhythm, nearing the family gathering at a leisurely pace. Her visage were speculative pools of soft green, questioning the arrival of the three strangers. Yet, to keep from being too intimidating, the spotted vixen dipped her shapely head in the direction of the newcomers. Her attention would then focus on her mother, gaze apologetic and soft. "Excuse my tardy mother, I can assure you I won't miss another," Neith rumbled, slinking to the white wolf's side. Upon passing her brothers, her lengthy tail would slip teasingly across their snouts and she'd shoot them a rather playful smirk. Just like Axel, Neith was crafted with the idea of a soldier and a spie. She loved her nightly hunts, and though blood wasn't a delightful substance, shedding it brought guilty satisfaction. After all, Neith was a great beast meant to belong in the thick,green wild, where ripping into flesh was all that was needed to survive.

Here was not that green foliage of ruthlessness, but it was an instinct that lay like a gruesome monster in her being. It waited with a salivating mouth, great large talons, and fearsome teeth; ready to spring at any opportunity of death. The leopard's pupils would dilate at the sudden thought, and one massive paw would rise up to swipe casually at her ear, intending to bat the ugly thoughts away. Again her gaze would alight upon the male and what'd look to be his offspring. "Hello. I don't think I recognize you," Neith would comment at last, voice void of emotion although her nose twitched at their unfamiliar stench. "I am Neith."

The Mallisters were really on the prowl in Westeros it'd seem. This land, of different territories and vast ownerships, was new to the limber goddess. Neith was born in a jungle, in a tribe that was as ruthless as her species should be. At a young age, though, Neith was stolen from her home in the jungle. Bold, avian-like creatures swooped upon the spotted felines, their battles cries the most piercing she'd ever heard. The air had reeked of death and an odd, tangy stench of metal that day, and Neith had been lucky. Lucky enough to be tiny and slink through the undergrowth,away from the murderous site like the helpless scrap she was. So many days... so many endless days of loneliness had passed until she'd met Jaelynn. It'd been such a miracle, such a fortunate find, Neith was convinced she had died. The icy she-wolf's appearance was like that of a kind spirit who'd lead souls to a better land. Who's wings might've been frozen but her heart a wild flame.

The maiden's shoulder muscles peeked through her coat each time she rolled them in her stride, green optics blinking simply after the creatures. It did frighten her, though she'd never admit, all the various species and the political matters involved with each beast. It was unfamiliar, even after some time, but the huntress remained poised and reserved, sitting down at last beside her mother. Neith was also a bit amused by the goods herself, nose twitching as the aroma invited her to inquire about the vixen's treats, yet she lowered her angled face and lifted those intricately colored eyes to study the features of the audience.

lowkey track

Oh, Neith had seen that bird alright, but she hadn't seen the rider when the leopardess was hung lazily in the branches of a tree. Her eyes, interesting pools of light green, were just fluttering closed to take a nap when a colorful stripe in the sky caused her lids to fly open. Neith's pupils had widened to the size of saucers, and by instinct she dropped from her luxurious lounging spot and onto the foliage where she crouched. It'd looked to have been a bird streaking by, convinced it wasn't a dragon by the lack of reflection as it passed through the sunlight. It's great size had looked familiar, even in that fleeting moment.

With time a-wasting, the golden goddess had taken suit, having to be incredibly swift-footed to keep up with the great avian. She had little idea of where she was going, unfocused about her surroundings as she intently thought about taking the bird down. Neith did not favor killing, nor was she hungry at the moment, but she despised birds with her entire being. Hated them so much, it was the one thing she shamelessly liked to killed. Her eyes locked on her prey, breath coming in pants as she began to tire. At last, it's form descended from the sky and alighted on the floor somewhere ahead the huntress. Prowling forth, Neith became one with the silent shadows as she ascended a tree and looked eagerly at the bird below... and its small, spotted companion.

The bird belonged to someone! The Mallister lady hissed in irritation, knowing very well killing property would put a stain on the Mallister title. She couldn't do that... Neith was selfish but not that selfish. Not selfish enough to endanger her adoptive mother's reputation. Hatred for the colorful creature roiled like hot water beneath the dame's pelt. It was the same species of those ravenous, black creatures from long ago but more cheery... more mocking. Black lips quirked at the corners, the ghost of a smirk on her face as she remained concealed

[eww this was a mess sorry ;^;]

Track on this bby

The leopardess would glance sideways at her newfound kin, tail-tip twitching momentarily as she rolled her mother's offer in her mind, What was Neith to do? Lately she simple laid around and spent the night doing nothing, entertaining herself by killing pesky birds and eating when she actually needed to. Patrolling the Seaguard was another hobby, and adventuring the unfamiliar parts of Westeros kept her busy. But being busy didn't ensure the building of character. This training, this dark art Jaelynn was willing to gift her children, that was something that piqued the golden maiden's interest. She wouldn't be surprised if her coyote brother had agreed too.

"I'd be incredibly honored to have you as my teacher mother. Show me the ways to better use my stealth and other skills so that I may further benefit this house," the great she-cat would purr, butting the white wolf's shoulder with her immense head.

YAAAAAASSSSSS <3

This family is so beautifully awesome already

Neith needs some sibling threads fo sure, and she'll probably extend her adventures to the Sanctuary seeing as her uncle? is leader, she'll try to better understand him if he means a lot to Jaelynn.

track-a-lackin' <3

ready to rip the throat out of any she who takes up the task to hurt cassy. that's right. cassy. not something neith would say, I know.... unless she uses it against him. ooo good idea xD

sissy track !

For realll. Mallister's be like

OMG GOD BLESS.

I found the name of my favorite faceclaim I used to have lonnnggg ago. Definitely smacking her as Neith's human form.

Lucy Foster is/was an instagramer my friend followed waaaay back. So that's Neith's for the moment cause I too want her to have a celebrity faceclaim but with platinum hair and freckles like lucy to show of the exoticness and spotted leopard ;-;

It's really a lot to ask for though

Can I just mention that movie was amazing? Save for the predictable middle -facepalm- People who "die" or die, should stay dead.

LOWKEY NEITH. rillane m.  

-pounds fist lightly over heart, throws up deuce sigh- Respect. Loyalty. Honor

Concealed by the foliage, Neith stared unblinkingly at the serval as he looked in her direction. With no intent to spring, the goddess might have revealed herself then if the boom of wings hadn't kept her intentions at bay. If she'd thought the Mallisters were growing in Westeros, seeming to be almost in every conversation these days, she was wrong. The Targaryens were a massive house, perhaps even legendary, and something inside Neith knew that whatever wispy words spilled from her maw she'd have to be careful of what they were. Or maybe she should just leave... but that bird... Temptation brushed its metaphorical claws gently down her sides like a caress. It was a motion that sent the leopard shivering, and her pale visage darkened. She'd be a fool to act out here, even more so when another dragoness landed, no doubt from the Targaryens.

Exhaling a deep breath, Neith supposed she'd make up for sinful thoughts by simply greeting this stranger. Slipping down the trunk, as easily as though she were liquid gold oozing down the bark, Neith stopped short. Who did this serval think he was? With his smart, humorous antics to this high house? All formality was absent of the small cat, and the maiden of Mallister's black lips twitched up every so slightly. A feline with guts, what a valuable find. Now Neith was eager to make her presence shown, breaking through the bushes with a leisurely gait. Each muscle shown through her pelt were set into motion, a mass of beauty and strength, and her shoulders and hips rolled in a sort of rhythm as she approached the serval male quite closely.

At first she just started at him, light green gaze speculative as they roved over his figure. Upon taking some note, the leopardess turned and teasingly flicked her spotted tail in the stranger's face. "You know very well she wasn't speaking of your vibrant... monster," Neith rumbled, unafraid to mask her dislike of the creature as she turned to sit down as far from the avian as she could manage. The playfulness of the flick did not shown on her shapely face. "Although I do admire your humor, I too would like to set aside the games to know your name. Unless of course, we are talking to the bird. She looks to be owning you more than you are owning it, after all." Neith's chuckle was a low one, a chuff rather as she didn't usually laugh or smile, but it was hard to keep the witty remark from spilling out as she eyed the serval and his pet with a slightly raised brow.

awe thanks!

Trackkk <3

-wave wave- c:

So much had happened at once, the spotted goddess would blink with faint amusement. The serval had approached her in return, his gaze oddly dazed. When he spoke, she was surely thrown off by the nervousness and flirtatious nature in which he spoke. Her rounded ears would flatten to her skull, making her pale green eyes even bigger as her black lips trembled on the verge of laughter. Never had she been approached by such a starstruck male, and never had she been vain, but the maiden wouldn't take these words to heart. Love was a dangerous beast itself, probably more treacherous than that winged killer the serval called a... a companion. Jaelynn had spoken once or twice of love to the leopardess, but it was easy to see it was a touchy matter. So, Neith had no intention of letting her mother meddle in anything that risked her heart.

Raising a massive paw, Neith's pink tongue would help to casually groom herself as the smaller feline spoke. Some of his words made sense, while the other half of the sentence simply confused her. A few moons under Jaelynn's care, and yet she still wasn't familiar with the expanse of territory, but she didn't dare admit to being ignorant of the lands. Nevertheless, Neith listened respectfully, focusing on him with her piercing gaze every so often.

That was until, her attention was drawn aside from a familiar voice. It was Jaelynn, icier than usual as she spoke about Asher's actions towards her, as though she weren't even present. Neith would momentarily glower, before the bigger cat would rest her thick tail across the candid's shoulders comfortingly. She had so many questions for the tomcat, but was afraid to voice them with an audience. Once all the talk had concluded, the young lady finally spoke.

"Neith Mallister, a devil in disguise," the she-cat would say, her vocals thick like honey as her gaze alighted passively upon Asher. She was flattered indeed, but he would not slip by so easily past her defenses. She was hardly a cruel girl, but rather a calculating huntress. One that did not deny her instincts that were unleashed in the night. Even more so, she wanted to tease the serval. She wanted to express that rendering her "angelic" would not immediately win her heart, although it had conquered her interest. "I see... And unfortunately I haven't spotted any Dornishmen although by the question, its evident you're searching for someone. I genuinely hope you find them, and finish these deeds you're responsible for," she'd continue softly, eyes taking in the forest around her and its mistreated treasure at its center, a temple that'd probably served for an ancient house. "I won't deny, it's a beautiful place here and will be even more so once somebody takes residence," the leopardess commented, her voice surprisingly breathy as she admired the scenery. The foliage was thick here, reminding her of her tribe with an aching heart.

[neith doesn't even know how to take this xD

Oi but I would like Asher and Neith to get to know each other, he is a pretty interesting character and so lovely. If he did take an official interest in Neith their relationship would be so angsty, that is if Asher doesn't try to get Neith to warm up to Mira]

The human version of Neith would also be a teen, nearing into her adulthood. She'd have porcelian skin dusted in light freckles here and there. Her eyes would become an intricate hazel, colors of deep green, a bit of blue, and a tad of brown. Neith's shapely leopard face would remain shapely even now, a girl with strong cheekbones with a strong nose that was a bit upturned. Freckles sprinkled themselves over the bridge of that elegant nose, and thick brows would be above wide eyes shadowed by thick black lashes. Her lips would be plump, pouty, and of the palest pink, while her body would also resemble that of her feline form. A strong build, with a toned stomach and slight bulge in her biceps. Hair that was black at the roots but was so blonde it was nearly white, cascaded like a gentle wave down her back.

Neith loved the water, found it the most intriguing of any other elements on this earth. She also loved being with Jaelynn, and possibly tussling with her siblings. At the invitation to go to beach, the girl would spring to life. As though by magic, her pajamas were thrown to the side and a black bikini would take it place. Unafraid of being revealing, as it was simply her family at this gathering and she wasn't afraid to hide her skin, Neith would tug on jean shorts to at least appear a bit decent when she wasn't enjoy herself in the ocean. Once done, the eager Mallister would rush out the door and bound down the steps, inhaling the salt air as her feet stomped down in the sand. Wiggling her toes, a very rare smile eased its way onto baby-pink lips as her hazel eyes took in the view.

Bump ^^