Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 10, 2006 11:13:50 GMT 12
[Name >> Kathryn Jasmine Lotus
[Alias>> Ocelot
[Age >> 17
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> Huntress/Unofficial Leader
[Nationality >> Briton
[Politics >> Just because I kill with ought much reason doesn’t mean I don’t have mercy for those around me. But just remember, you mess with the tribe I mess you up.
[Romantic orientation >> She’s too busy helping to leading the bloody god damn tribe to have an affair right now. Sorry Boys.
[Appearance >> Kathryn “Ocelot” Jasmine Lotus is a beauty for sure, but a poisoned kind of pretty… a dangerous kind. She doesn’t need amazing clothes to show it either, for her striking features seem to stand out with anything she throws on. She has enchanting emerald green eyes that seem to vocalize her emotions with ought a word from her mouth. Her hair is a striking firey red that flows down her back in soft waves so it can billow around her in the wind of the park where she calls home. She wears a green headband to keep her long hair out of her eyes most of the time along with a unusually patterned green shirt and long flowing black skirt when she isn’t hunting. She is very fond of ringlets and other things to wear on her arms and will always send out scouts to dig through the rubbage heaps to find some. Her face is very defined and has a heart shaped look to it her face lightly dusted with freckles, her slim eyebrows adding to her various moods and expressions. And of course… Ocelia. Ocelia is her petcat she rescued from the fire that perished her family in England and she fled with, it never leaves her sight and she often has conversations with it. One thing she always has are her gold earings studded with rubys that dangle in a glamorous way, she claims they belonged to the current queen of England and she nicked them right from her own ears. Who knows? She can be rather serious sometimes…
[Attitude >> Kathryn is very feline like, cool calm composure so she is a natural leader. And then she is very fierce and unnerved and bullheaded. She /hates/ being ordered about and likes to take charge and gives out commands freely and expects them to be obeyed with haste.
[Notable History >> Kathryn was born into a lower class family who just always seemed to /just/ get by with what they could afford, which wasn’t much. Her family lived in the slummiest of the slums of London that could barley squeeze in 5 people, let alone 13 children 8 cats and a possessed hamster. But they somehow managed each year, her parents would pay the bills with treasured possessions, such as her mothers jewelry she had gotten passed down from her ancestors for centuries. Her father worked at a chemical plant, which worried her mother greatly a feared of the many things he could catch from the unstable chemicals. Her mother however stayed home to look after 13 children and the many animals that were squashed into one apartment –If you could call it that- . Kathryn liked her siblings –When they weren’t fighting with each other- and she liked her Mum. But she loved her Da. Her father would always beam down at her and scoop her up into his arms after she got home from school and say in his merry tones,” Ello Kitty Kat! How has my Kitten been?” Everyone naturally tried to call her Kitty, or Kat, but she would never let anyone but her father call her it. All her life Kathryn loved music –She loved playing the piano at Church on Sundays for the organist-, and to sing… oh to hear her sing! It was as if angles had touched her chiming voice! Her father would always grin as Kathryn sang for the family at night after dinner and say in his booming jolly voice, “Kitty Kat you blessed your family love! Ye gods you have blessed us Kitty.” Her mother would always come out from the small cramped kitchen with a worn smile and say softly, “That she has Al… Dinner time loves!” Kathryn grew and matured aswell as her soprano voice that lost its sweet child innocence and morphed into a strong matured voice. When Kathryn was 9, on Christmas day all the children stampeded into the room where the pitiful looking weed stood sagging and dreary looking. The kids dove into the few presents and Kathryn stood confused searching for her present and at last when everyone was playing with their toy Kathryn looked about and there was not one single present left under the tree. Her father grinned from ear to ear and swooped her into his arms and then she saw something she had overlooked. A large object covered with a tarp. She looked up at her father and he gave –if possible- a even wider grin and put her down and Kathryn bouncing on her toes tore off the tarp and there stood a piano… used but still beautiful in its own way to Kathryn. She gasped and looked to her parents green eyes sparkling as she hugged both her parents. She finally let go of her embrace and looked up at them smiling brightly, her father put a hand on the piano and said the words Kathryn would never forget, “Your going to get us out of here one day Kitty Kat.” From that day on beautiful music was always about the house as Kathryn played and sang by heart the songs of Chicago, SouthPacific, Les Miserale and Cats from the Musical Song book. For there was only one music booklet and her family didn’t have the money to buy anymore at the time being. Then the next year on her 10th birthday disaster struck. A few feral kids started throwing lit matches into houses at midnight. Kathryn’s family was sound asleep unaware of the fire from the match that had got caught in the curtains. The fire raged and Kathryn awoke smoke filling her nostrils and stumbled about calling, “Mum! Da! Charlie! Jacob! Emma! Hannah! Lizzy! Anyone! Somebody Help!”. Her cries went unheard as she stumbled blindly through the smoke. She felt a brush of silky fur run against her leg and a strong purr and frightened Kathryn followed the sound of the purring until she coughing walked into the darkness and fresh air –if you call the smog of London fresher than smoke- outside and before her cleaning itself was one of the kittens the Egyptian Mau had...The cat had saved her. She dubbed it Ocelia and putting it on her shoulder in the middle of the night ran from her burning house trying to drone out the screams of her perishing family, one yell burning into her mind… her fathers bellow of pain. She still replays the night, cursing to herself wondering why she had been such a coward and had ran with ought trying to save her family… with ought trying to save her dad. She roamed the streets, learning from the kitten Ocelia to move and stalk like a cat, and as she matured she became to almost resemble one. She learned the art of pick pocketing and then matured into breakins and even bank robberies and became a major threat to Scotland Yard. Because eshe wasn’t like other street girls… she killed withought mercy or reason and did what she pleased when she pleased… like a feline. She even raided and stole articles of clothing from a duchess which she wears all the time, her tight fitting green shirt with amazing designs her gold ringlets and black flowing skirt that whisps about her bare ankles. She came into her possession a silver and bronze daggers both which she keeps unsheathed dangling at her hip ready to kill. She grew and matured into a curvy slim young woman, Ocelia still at her side and she had over the years grown to
talk to the cat outloud or ‘telepathically’ –so she says- for advice or just to talk and will often even invite her two daggers into the conversation if the cat dosen’t feel like talking much. She had attained when she was 15 a scar on her right shoulder blade. Noone knows how and noone dares to ask. Then at 16 she fled from London and the Scotland Yard, now at large as a Serial Killer and large thefts in her charge. The chase finally made its way to the International Airport as she quickly dove into the many tourists luggages and sat in the cargo area unnoticed as the plane took off unaware of where she was going. Aslong as it isint England right Ocelia? . Arriving in a city an hours drive from New Pork walked for 2 days until she reached the city and then while walking in what was left of central park
and was ambushed by the Wildcats a fierce gleam in her eye she took out her daggers and fought fiercly almost killing one of the hunters and said in a commanding tone, ”Bring me to your tribe, for you aer found worthy of my services.” She came and never left becoming one fo the chief hunters of the Wildcats.
[Reputation >> You stay loyal and true to her and she won’t mess with you…much. Kathryn will protect those in her tribe fiercely, and will tolerate most outsiders for information of the other tribes where-abouts and what they are doing.
[Charrie Image>> -It’s a book cover I know, but It reminds me ever so much of Kathryn with the clothes and features-
[Familiar/Pet Image>> Ocelia
[Alias>> Ocelot
[Age >> 17
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> Huntress/Unofficial Leader
[Nationality >> Briton
[Politics >> Just because I kill with ought much reason doesn’t mean I don’t have mercy for those around me. But just remember, you mess with the tribe I mess you up.
[Romantic orientation >> She’s too busy helping to leading the bloody god damn tribe to have an affair right now. Sorry Boys.
[Appearance >> Kathryn “Ocelot” Jasmine Lotus is a beauty for sure, but a poisoned kind of pretty… a dangerous kind. She doesn’t need amazing clothes to show it either, for her striking features seem to stand out with anything she throws on. She has enchanting emerald green eyes that seem to vocalize her emotions with ought a word from her mouth. Her hair is a striking firey red that flows down her back in soft waves so it can billow around her in the wind of the park where she calls home. She wears a green headband to keep her long hair out of her eyes most of the time along with a unusually patterned green shirt and long flowing black skirt when she isn’t hunting. She is very fond of ringlets and other things to wear on her arms and will always send out scouts to dig through the rubbage heaps to find some. Her face is very defined and has a heart shaped look to it her face lightly dusted with freckles, her slim eyebrows adding to her various moods and expressions. And of course… Ocelia. Ocelia is her petcat she rescued from the fire that perished her family in England and she fled with, it never leaves her sight and she often has conversations with it. One thing she always has are her gold earings studded with rubys that dangle in a glamorous way, she claims they belonged to the current queen of England and she nicked them right from her own ears. Who knows? She can be rather serious sometimes…
[Attitude >> Kathryn is very feline like, cool calm composure so she is a natural leader. And then she is very fierce and unnerved and bullheaded. She /hates/ being ordered about and likes to take charge and gives out commands freely and expects them to be obeyed with haste.
[Notable History >> Kathryn was born into a lower class family who just always seemed to /just/ get by with what they could afford, which wasn’t much. Her family lived in the slummiest of the slums of London that could barley squeeze in 5 people, let alone 13 children 8 cats and a possessed hamster. But they somehow managed each year, her parents would pay the bills with treasured possessions, such as her mothers jewelry she had gotten passed down from her ancestors for centuries. Her father worked at a chemical plant, which worried her mother greatly a feared of the many things he could catch from the unstable chemicals. Her mother however stayed home to look after 13 children and the many animals that were squashed into one apartment –If you could call it that- . Kathryn liked her siblings –When they weren’t fighting with each other- and she liked her Mum. But she loved her Da. Her father would always beam down at her and scoop her up into his arms after she got home from school and say in his merry tones,” Ello Kitty Kat! How has my Kitten been?” Everyone naturally tried to call her Kitty, or Kat, but she would never let anyone but her father call her it. All her life Kathryn loved music –She loved playing the piano at Church on Sundays for the organist-, and to sing… oh to hear her sing! It was as if angles had touched her chiming voice! Her father would always grin as Kathryn sang for the family at night after dinner and say in his booming jolly voice, “Kitty Kat you blessed your family love! Ye gods you have blessed us Kitty.” Her mother would always come out from the small cramped kitchen with a worn smile and say softly, “That she has Al… Dinner time loves!” Kathryn grew and matured aswell as her soprano voice that lost its sweet child innocence and morphed into a strong matured voice. When Kathryn was 9, on Christmas day all the children stampeded into the room where the pitiful looking weed stood sagging and dreary looking. The kids dove into the few presents and Kathryn stood confused searching for her present and at last when everyone was playing with their toy Kathryn looked about and there was not one single present left under the tree. Her father grinned from ear to ear and swooped her into his arms and then she saw something she had overlooked. A large object covered with a tarp. She looked up at her father and he gave –if possible- a even wider grin and put her down and Kathryn bouncing on her toes tore off the tarp and there stood a piano… used but still beautiful in its own way to Kathryn. She gasped and looked to her parents green eyes sparkling as she hugged both her parents. She finally let go of her embrace and looked up at them smiling brightly, her father put a hand on the piano and said the words Kathryn would never forget, “Your going to get us out of here one day Kitty Kat.” From that day on beautiful music was always about the house as Kathryn played and sang by heart the songs of Chicago, SouthPacific, Les Miserale and Cats from the Musical Song book. For there was only one music booklet and her family didn’t have the money to buy anymore at the time being. Then the next year on her 10th birthday disaster struck. A few feral kids started throwing lit matches into houses at midnight. Kathryn’s family was sound asleep unaware of the fire from the match that had got caught in the curtains. The fire raged and Kathryn awoke smoke filling her nostrils and stumbled about calling, “Mum! Da! Charlie! Jacob! Emma! Hannah! Lizzy! Anyone! Somebody Help!”. Her cries went unheard as she stumbled blindly through the smoke. She felt a brush of silky fur run against her leg and a strong purr and frightened Kathryn followed the sound of the purring until she coughing walked into the darkness and fresh air –if you call the smog of London fresher than smoke- outside and before her cleaning itself was one of the kittens the Egyptian Mau had...The cat had saved her. She dubbed it Ocelia and putting it on her shoulder in the middle of the night ran from her burning house trying to drone out the screams of her perishing family, one yell burning into her mind… her fathers bellow of pain. She still replays the night, cursing to herself wondering why she had been such a coward and had ran with ought trying to save her family… with ought trying to save her dad. She roamed the streets, learning from the kitten Ocelia to move and stalk like a cat, and as she matured she became to almost resemble one. She learned the art of pick pocketing and then matured into breakins and even bank robberies and became a major threat to Scotland Yard. Because eshe wasn’t like other street girls… she killed withought mercy or reason and did what she pleased when she pleased… like a feline. She even raided and stole articles of clothing from a duchess which she wears all the time, her tight fitting green shirt with amazing designs her gold ringlets and black flowing skirt that whisps about her bare ankles. She came into her possession a silver and bronze daggers both which she keeps unsheathed dangling at her hip ready to kill. She grew and matured into a curvy slim young woman, Ocelia still at her side and she had over the years grown to
talk to the cat outloud or ‘telepathically’ –so she says- for advice or just to talk and will often even invite her two daggers into the conversation if the cat dosen’t feel like talking much. She had attained when she was 15 a scar on her right shoulder blade. Noone knows how and noone dares to ask. Then at 16 she fled from London and the Scotland Yard, now at large as a Serial Killer and large thefts in her charge. The chase finally made its way to the International Airport as she quickly dove into the many tourists luggages and sat in the cargo area unnoticed as the plane took off unaware of where she was going. Aslong as it isint England right Ocelia? . Arriving in a city an hours drive from New Pork walked for 2 days until she reached the city and then while walking in what was left of central park
and was ambushed by the Wildcats a fierce gleam in her eye she took out her daggers and fought fiercly almost killing one of the hunters and said in a commanding tone, ”Bring me to your tribe, for you aer found worthy of my services.” She came and never left becoming one fo the chief hunters of the Wildcats.
[Reputation >> You stay loyal and true to her and she won’t mess with you…much. Kathryn will protect those in her tribe fiercely, and will tolerate most outsiders for information of the other tribes where-abouts and what they are doing.
[Charrie Image>> -It’s a book cover I know, but It reminds me ever so much of Kathryn with the clothes and features-
[Familiar/Pet Image>> Ocelia
