Post by MudBug on Mar 21, 2013 22:22:11 GMT
MAVIS
4yrs. - female - cat - mix shorthair - loner - medic/
Personality:
---Hypochondriac
The lines between fiction and reality tend to blur when it comes to symptoms of any given illness that might strike this kitty down. The lines between illness and nothing at all have a tendency to get fuzzy in her eyes, as well. The common cold? Scarlet fever? What's the difference? Anyone who knows her long enoug will learn the guestimate how far off the mark she is. If she swears she's suffocating and quite randomly stops breathing until she turns blue... she must have a decent sinus infection. Clutching at her abdomen, wailing cries of woe until the entire city converges on the alarm being raised... is a common sign of Mavis' indigestion.
---Compulsive liar
99.9% of Mavis non-truths are regarding her health, but that's only because that's her favorite topic. She's a liar, to get to the point, but only about small things. For some reason she can't ever see the details making a difference, so what does it matter if they all get mixed up beyond recognition. She never really lies to maliciously mislead either, just, like a habit. Almost like hearing a loud noise might make someone cry "Ow!". It doesn't make much sense, but it was a reflex. Mavis will regularly answer "No." to a question, when the truthful answer was "Yes." more out of reflex than anything else.
---Loves attention/sympathy from others
Mavis simply thrives on attention and sympathy from others. Males, females, dogs, cats, fish, doesn't matter. If you're willing to listen, for even a matter of minutes, she'll spin you a tail of woe that would make anyone naive enough to believe it just cringe for her poor soul. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately enough for those who cross her path, she isn't the most natural born charmer, or manipulator, as much as she might try. The dramatic airs to her tales and cries of pain are clearly there to anyone who is capable of noticing that kind of thing.
---Self centered
Mavis is all about Mavis, in the most classic, basic sense of the word. She's not particularly vain, greedy, or even lazy. She simply thinks about herself quite a lot. If she thinks she feels funny, how something is going to effect her health, whether or not someone in need could be contagious, even if they seem perfectly healthy. Constantly wondering if anyone is thinking of her, caring about her, if they would help her should the situation be flipped. It's not in a paranoid sort of way, just that she doesn't much care to think about anyone else's affairs, concerns, etc. when her own are just so at the front of her mind.
---No sense of humor
Nothing is funny to this not-so-old feline. She never smiles. Never. When she does laugh, it's a very unhappy sound, and only ever occurs at others' expense. Even then it's a short, nasally, almost menacing, and certainly obnoxious noise.
---Always serious/grumpy
Mavis takes everything very seriously, if she believes you to be beneath her intelligence. She's a tad full of herself, but only when it's obvoius you don't share her superstitions about illness, or obviously disregard her latest life threatening ailment. She will liven up quite a bit when she's led the opportunity to regile someone with her latest near-death experience. Other than that, she's rather disinterested in most things, choosing to primarily focus on getting tasks simple done.
---Rather hearty immune system despite claims
Mavis knows this, which is why she's never been truly in fear for her life. The acts are more for the sake of attention from everyone else, than for her own legitimate worry. Likely as not, were she honestly concerned that she could be meeting her maker any time soon, she would simply crawl off into a hole and let it happen, rather than be alone without it being her choice to be so.
---Only true fear is being alone
Obviously she doesn't want to die, who does (don't answer that), but her deepest, darkest fear, is being truly alone. Loneliness is such a stark feeling to Mavis, it can, and will, consume her every thought. She often makes it up in her own mind, but this isn't something she lets the world know about. It's her own battle. Making up for it with sympathy for her exaggerated sicknesses usually does the trick, but every now and again that's not quite enough either, and the depression symptoms that strike her suddenly are very real.
---Surprisingly oblivious to most real world dangers
Despite constantly going on about contaminates in the water, grass, air, her own fur, physical dangers don't immediately register with Mavis. It might make her have a mini-panic attack a few moments later, once you explain to her what could have happened. In the moment, however, she'll be focused on what needs done more than anything.
---Impressively agile/quick/fighter/physically capable when necessary
When she's not rolling around on the ground pleading with the light she claims to see, Mavis is no slouch. Not being lazy, and using overexertion as the easiest way to get the sympathy and pampering she craves, she's become quite adept at most common physically demanding activities. Not to mention, the brief time she spent truly on her own, required what everyone knows it takes to simply survive.
---Not easily impressed, especially with physical prowess
Mavis will quickly scoff at your proudest achievements. Nothing is impressive enough to trump having spent her entire kitten-hood completely self reliant. Loneliness being such a strong pain to her, it's the only thing she finds an impressive feat to widthstand.
---Only interested in a male who will tend to her every faux discomfort
Mavis couldn't possibly be with a tom cat that wanted her to stand on her own two feet when she felt like being the center of his sweetest affections. Of course, that doesn't mean a strong father figure wouldn't be what's best for her, simply what she can't, or rather refuses to imagine herself with... but, then again, life has it's ways.
History:
It all began on a cold, dark, winter evening... but what sad story doesn't begin that way?
It's a sad story, but still a simple one.
The humans had been dead for a quite a while. A good three years had gone by since the plague finished off the two legged race. Two young felines found themselves alone, without their caregivers, and sort of in something that could be mistaken for love. Two cowards, to be honest, in a survival situation. They were also young, and... easily excited. One thing led to a litter of others, and of course Mavis was born.
Having grown up during the birth of the packs of species war of Hexasol, Mavis' parents finally chose their side. The woods had become too hard of a life, and with soldiers and spies from either side regularly stumbling upon their dwellings, it was only a matter of time before their loner status was the end of them. The land, resources, and freedom to roam had been consumed with the war. Being felines, and a good few years of hard life putting some grit in their teeth, they chose Iris. They weren't fools, however. They decided the most natural way in would be with a small gang of willing soldiers trailing behind them. A litter, almost like an offering, for Iris to train up in whatever way they saw fit.
The litter came, and the cold came with it, almost like the warm glow of new life made the cold hungry to consume it. Five young kittens, and of course their had to be the runt. The runt went by Mavis. A mother named Magnolia, and father named Davis. Her parents didn't see fit to put much thought into a named they didn't think would be spoken by many, or remembered.
Being neglected, had it's advantages, however. Less time playing, boding, or being fed by her parents meant more time prowling the woods on her own, honing her physical skills without even realizing. Of course, even while she was doing this, it was all in a vain attempt to acquire the acceptance of her family. Acceptance she wouldn't even have a chance to earn.
Magnolia and Davis thought it right to let the kittens grow just enough to show their promise before marching them off to Iris borders for presentation, but they would never make it that far anyway. The cold came quick, with a snap, and despite Mavis being the physical runt, her body had spared no expense on a killer immune system.
The common illnesses of the season came, and took a toll on the systems of her entire family. She felt a tad under the weather some days, but never enough to really slow her down. Her parents could barely keep up with the mouths of themselves, let alone the five kittens. She thought it proper to use her health and hunt for herself, to relieve them of some of the burden.
Little did she know, simply by missing family meals, she narrowly avoided the infection they had no knowledge of that was only just starting to grow in an old wound on the family's best meal to date, a fat young chicken. Of course the bacteria quickly took root in their compromised immune systems before they could even wash down the last bites.
The next morning came with upset tummies, that evening came with high fevers. The following days were a blur of care giving and counting bodies through tars. Mavis had not a soul left on this earth that even knew she existed. The loneliness would have been crushing to most from such a large family, but she was somewhat used to it. Of course, nothing can prepare you for losing your entire family in less than a business week. Still, she found strength from somewhere to carry on. If for no reason other than she must find someone to accept her before she perished. She couldn't stand the thought of dying alone. Being alone was one thing, dying alone was completely different. Someone, somewhere, HAD to remember her, even briefly. That was her will to live.
Surviving alone in the woods for years was the farthest thing from what Mavis sought to accomplish. Every now and then a stranger would stumble upon her path. She would try to make friends, albeit her social graces were wobbly, at best. Something about her always seemed to turn them off, however. She could never put her finger on it.
One day that changed, briefly, when she took a foul step on a branch and promptly dropped from her rather lofty hunting perch on the thin branches of a pine tree. The resulting crack and cries of agony quickly brought the nearest intelligent creature to her side. It was a small, cautious little feline, but luckily for Mavis, no sort of threat. The soft spoken tom cat was more than happy to take a break from the mind straining task of a hunt to listen to Mavis bathe him in gratitude for aiding her in regaining her stride. All too soon, however, she was back on her feet, and the damsel in distress quickly became nothing more than a completely awkward young cat to be around, as usual. The friendly tom cat ducked his way out of the acquaintance as quickly as he had hopped in.
Again, alone, Mavis felt hopeless. Until it clicked in her mind exactly what had brought the only friend she'd had in her life to her side, what kept him there, and what was missing when he suddenly left her alone. Her injury, her grief, her woe. Something in her mind linked friendship and others' care with her being in agony.
Stumbling upon Hexasol was nothing more than a happy accident. Mavis not-so-accidentally followed the path of her estranged caregiver, which led her to the ruins of a city, and the front lines of a war. Seeing the thriving population, there wasn't a moment's hesitation before she simply walked into the center of the city. Thankfully she's a rather invisible feline, not to be noticed until she wants to be. But it's never long before Mavis feels she needs to be noticed.
Season born: winter
RP Sample: I'll find an old one if you want, but you know I can sprekkins ze englesh Pic. ;3
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