Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 4:06:16 GMT
Melissa
2 - Female- Feline - Tabby- Loner- None
Nicknames: Mel, Captain, Red, Missy(only if you have a deathwish)
Personality:
Smart & Witty: Mel has the street-smarts to match any native-born cat, and she posses a quick wit fueled by irony.
Sarcastic & No-nonsense: Sarcasm is one her bad habits, and she allows no “horsing around” when there’s important work to be done.
Sometimes impatient & Can often be abrasive: Impatience is another one of her bad habits, especially with younger cats who know they’re breaking the rules and do it anyway. Sometimes her words come out harsher then she means to.
Headstrong: Mel doesn’t back down from a fight, even if it means death. Loyalty and justice are important to her. She stands up for what she believes in.
Underestimated & Kind: Others often underestimate her because of her rather frail-looking form and quiet voice, but she can become deadly if you piss her off. On the other hand, she’s very kind and has a soft spot for ‘outcasts’ such as herself.
Agile and Tough: As most cats, Mel has is very agile and has no problem jumping from high places and walking along slender pipes. She had fight using her claws and wits to survive among her 3 brothers. Only a very serious wound would slow her down, but she probably wouldn’t even stop for that.
Appearance: Dark red striped fur with a white chest and green eyes (See photo)
History: Melissa was the only female among her 3 brothers. She had to fight tooth and nail for food that their exhausted mother would bring them. She never knew her father, only that he had attacked by a starving dog who had her own children to feed. She dislikes dogs, but doesn’t hate them like the Iris Pride does. It’s one of the reason she hasn’t joined. She grew close the youngest of her brother, Christopher. He had always been the shy, sweet one. The two of them would often working together to overpower the two stronger siblings. The family lived near Hexasol City, and Melissa and Chris liked to go on adventures there. Eventually, the older brothers split off from the group, claiming they were tired of baby-sitting and went to join the Iris Pride. Melissa didn’t hear from them for awhile, and she assumes that they died in one of numerous skirmishes with the Tempest Pack. Melissa mourned them and begged Christopher not to go. He did anyway. He wanted to prove himself, that he wasn’t a soft-hearted kit anymore. He befell the same fate. Since then, Melissa has been wandering around Hexasol City, looking for a place to call home.
Season born: Fall
RP Sample: "Your fur looks like the leaves!" Chris giggled, watching his sister try to catch one. She glanced at him and smiled, her quarry forgotten. The moment of innocence was interrupted when Melissa saw her brothers fighting over a rabbit. She sprang forward, her paws crunching on the dead leaves. Chris followed behind her, his steps more cautious. She sped forward and grabbed the prey’s middle. The sound of tearing flesh echoed in the silent forest.Melissa dared a look behind her. Her brothers were standing with the head and the hind-legs, respectively. She wrinkled her nose at the small trail of spilled guts. The eldest one dropped the head and tackled her. She hissed through the chunk of meat as he tried to rip it from her. She unsheathed her tiny, thorn-like claws and swiped across his face. He howled and dropped it. “That really hurt, Missy.” Melissa stuck out her pink tongue and dragged her catch over to Chris, who had been watching the fight with wide eyes. “T-Thank you, Mel. I would have been eating leftovers again.” He shuddered at the thought and started to take small bites. Melissa stood guard over him, tossing glares to the eldest, who returned them with the same malice.
Link to image of character: www.flickr.com/photos/rocketjim54/3802011311/