Posts by GRETTA FAVARA

Gretta was by all means not an honorable person. It wasn't that she lacked honor in the sense that people might think- she could be loyal to one thing or person if it so suited her, and honored her own morals . She was not, however, honorable in the sense that she was a manipulator, and to some, that might mean that she had no honor, no morals as she was willing to twist people around her paws. Then again, she knew little of this place and its inhabitants, and her discovery of it was all quite by accident. She'd discover, perhaps, there were more people like her here than she first imagined.

Gretta stepped her way through the desert landscape, her paws digging in to the loose sand to keep her footing as she stepped along. A red head-scarf was wrapped around her neck and face to protect it from the sand, and from beneath the hems of the red fabric, a bright pair of pale green eyes stared out, bright and stunning from the dark colors of her fur and the dark lining around her eyes. The small curl of ram's horns from beneath her head scarf could be seen, a dark brown-almost-black in color that curled to rest gently at her temples.

Her feet continued to drift in the desert sand, carrying her closer to the border that she had been curiously tracking since she first picked up a waft of its scent. She was finally to a place where it was at its strongest point, where she stopped, and sat, the tail of her scarf gently ruffling as her head lifted, her gaze slowly moving to look around at the surrounding area. Right now, she couldn't say it looked like much, but there were other people here, she knew, and she wanted to meet them. There was nothing that could go wrong, after all. If they were hospitable, then that was that- and if they were someone not worth her liking, she could just make them forget her.

Gretta Fawkes

✧ Female | Heterosexual

✧ 8 months old physically | 3 years mentally | Ages 1 month every 200 posts

✧ BloodClan | No Rank | No Titles

✧ Created 8/27/2017

✧Pinterest Board

Facts

✧ Eurasian Lynx

✧ Does not know age ICly

✧ Has a heavy accent

✧ Voice based off of Tia Dalma from Pirates of the Carribean

✧ Selective mute

✧ Sarcastic as heck

Appearance

✧ Lynx | Ref | Human Ref | Horn Ref

✧ Eurasian Lynx with brown ram horns and gold paint swirls and designs painted on her face and down her legs and paws and part of her back

✧ No scars or deformities

✧ Health 100%

Personality

✧ Loyal, Manipulative, Smart, Cunning

✧ Tends to be sarcastic, expressing herself through body language rather than words on most occasions. She tends to observe quietly, but isn't afraid to get down and dirty if someone insults her.

✧ Manipulative; she can use her powers to twist anyone's mind, if she so feels like it, and isn't afraid to do so, often using that as a way to get out of situations she doesn't like, especially before joining BloodClan.

✧ Loyal. Though she may not be the most kindly of people, she will take care of the people that she cares about, and the people that she aligns her allegiance with.

✧ Smart, can quickly find solutions to tricky situations, observing and using a situation to her advantage. In this way, she is also cunning.

Relationships

✧ NPC x NPC

✧ First Generation

✧ Adopted daughter of Jamison Fawkes

✧ 1/2 of nothing

✧ No Crushes

✧ No Children

Interaction

✧ Will not typically start fights, but will end them

✧ Medium physically, extremely hard mentally.

✧ Has emotion manipulation, memory manipulation, and telepathy.

✧ Attack in Bold #B2000E

✧ Can powerplay peaceful or non-violent actions

Now who was this? A feline, a pretty one, might she add, whose fur blended in rather nicely with the sand around them. Her head lifted higher, her eyes bright as a small smirk crossed her face- not unkindly, but amused, rather, her eyes glinting as she almost appeared to be laughing, aside from there lacking any sort of sound to announce such a thing. Lost? No, she was hardly lost. And, frankly, if this is what stood beyond the borders of this invisible line she now stood at she wasn't exactly... Impressed? No, perhaps not.

"Hmm," she drawled softly in a murmur, her head tilting down as she briefly allowed her eyes to close in a nod, a respectful gesture of greeting, in any case. She was one against many, if this border was to be correct, even if the initial greeter had yet to prove himself as anything but ordinary to the Lynx. Then again, maybe this was a waste of time. With this thought seemingly in mind, her head would lift slowly again as she met James' eyes, her own piercing as she tried to reach out with her memory manipulation, like invisible, darkly tendrils to curl at his mind, as if only she could see the spectral-like grip of a hand reaching out towards Jamie.

And then she stopped. Her eyes briefly going wide in confusion before they narrowed into silts as she scowled at the tom-cat. It wasn't working. She wasn't feeling anything, even though it should have been working, it just... wasn't. There was no satisfactory change in the feline, no feeling that the lynx felt of power and control over the creatures mind, no flash of images; just her invisible metaphorical grip frozen like a wall in front of Jamie. Untouchable. She huffed a note of annoyance as she straightened back up, blinking and breaking her concentration to dismiss the attempt. "You have a strong mind," she would drawl, her voice heavy with an accent, the words a little choppy and heavy as if English wasn't her first language- it likely wasn't. Though she did not show it, her face blank, the fact that Jamie was immune to her set her on edge, putting a shred of fear into her heart. No one had been able to do that before. "I am not lost. Alone, yes, lost, no. You have proven yourself. I am Gretta."

Sooo I'm new to BloodClan and trying to get into the swing of things so throw your characters at me!

Gretta is a young Lynx who has emotion manipulation, memory manipulation, and telepathy. Her character, in general, is meant to be a sort of manipulator/interrigator, getting into people's heads, figuring out how they tick and how to get them to do or say what she wants them to do. She will be likely adopted by Jamie (hence the surname on her), and he is currently the only person in which Gretta has encountered so far who isn't affected by her powers.

She can be a bit of a hot-head since she feels like she can be superiour in getting to control people- which she'll find out isn't always the case. She's also a selective mute, choosing to speak through body language instead of words or something that could be used against her. (Though she's not completely cut off to speaking, she just prefers to not have to if she doesn't have to, y'know?) She also speaks in a heavy accent- her voice is based off Tia Dalma.

She's open for friends, enemies, love interests, p much anything tbh

Her full tags are at the bottom but she's still really new so c:

Well. She had never thought she would end up here, if she was being truthful with herself. Why should she? She had spent all of her life wandering, unwanted, unloved- not that it bothered her in the slightest. She wasn't one for sob stories, and frankly, she did better on her own, so she thought. Then she met him. Someone who wasn't affected by her. Someone she couldn't control- and for the first time in a long time, it had been a wake up call. She had felt fear that her ways out where all suddenly gone. But in that instant, she dismissed it. She held her head high, as she always did, she played her cards well- a smooth voice, a sharp mind, and she had become... friends? family? She had met someone that she could put her trust in, that she would make them trust her. If she couldn't control them, she'd at least know better than to make an enemy of them.

Regardless. The Lynx knew that now she was a part of this group, she had people to met. People to learn about. The lynx held her head high, her pale green eyes sharp, attentive as she made her way to the one they called Barbra. The Leader of this land of sand. Hm. In all honesty, she wasn't sure what to expect of the girl; Jamison so far had been friendly enough, and she assumed that now she was 'one of them', she'd get a similar hospitality. She came as herself, bearing no gifts, nothing to kiss up to the leader, but just a piercing gaze, her head covered within a red head scarf, with her curled horns poking out from beneath as they rested against her temples. She did not speak, but took a breath as she had to test her gifts. Had to ensure that Jamison wasn't the only one. "Barbra." Telepathy, like a string connecting mind to mind, an attempt to put her words into Barbra's mind- she had been given a good enough description of the leader to think that she had finally tracked down the right person, and if she hadn't, it was easy enough to fix.

"Hardly," she replied after his bout of theatrics, her heavily accented voice clipping at the word- it was clear that only with a few minutes of meeting Gretta she wasn't one to speak often, but her usual route of Telepathy was out of the question. How dull was this man to not notice that she had been trying to manipulate him? Apparently much, since he dismissed everything she said without blinking an eye- a fact that made her grimace at if struck by an invisible insult. "I was not making a joke," she quipped back with a small frown at the feline, yet, she had to admit he was at the very least amusing. Still, not wanting to offend, she returned a small nod to his bow before she straightened her head back up and allowed what was only a touch of a smile on her lips. "Jamison. What is this BloodClan? I am only here because that is where my feet took me. But a... BloodClan... does not seem a place for someone like you. Why are you here?"