Vakiaditch

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Personality: <curious><quiet><hates feuds><annoyed><hates outside><picky><likes certain people><sweet at a stingy way><persuasive><possessive>

Curious: Curiosity is in EVERY cat’s genes hidden by a blindfold. It shines through Vakia like there was no blindfold. She will dig herself into any situation, sad, depressing, aggressive, sweet; anything. That often gets her into some deep trouble by how far she gets herself into it. It seems a bit absurd that she wouldn’t get into someone elses business with permission. It would be rather thoughtful to ignore her as she hides in the shadows and doesn’t make a sound.

Quiet: It follows along with her curiosity, half the time she doesn’t talk. She gathers information for her own drama in the shadows where she can not be seen. Vakia favors it more not to be disturbed while she is enjoying to quiet time. Don’t mess with her.

Hates Feuds: When someone is arguing, Vakia doesn’t want to hear it. If someone is arguing her her, she will unleash her teeth and claws. She’s not one to make decisions on who’s right or who's wrong. It’s all in the matter of who started it.  Most of the time, it was Vakia’s fault for her interjections. She wants it to be her only and no one else can change it.

Annoyed: Vakia has a hard time grasping the truth of reality. She wants everything her way. If she doesn’t have it her way, she will be annoyed. This happens often and usually lets down some people when they are having a good time. She becomes crabby when this happens and is not a happy kitty when she is.

Hates Outside: Because of her bare skin, she likes being inside. Outside is usually too hot or too cold, that does not suit her needs. Occasionally, she will go outside for something or instinct. But since she was raised from inside, she HATES being outside. When someone tries to convince her on being outside or forces her, claws and teeth will be showing. This will happen especially if it is cold outside. The slightest breeze can make her very angry of being outside. The heat she can take just a bit more than the cold. But neither will she ever favor.

Picky: if you have not learned by now, she is very picky. Food, placement, terrain, climate, people, surroundings, etc.. She will never learn that she can’t have everything she want at the tips of her fingers. She grew up as a kitten who want EVERYTHING. She didn’t get everything she wanted so she grew to be a snobby pig; wanting everything by wit or force.

Likes certain people: Vakia is a bit possessive when it comes to certain people. She prefer only 3 people and the rest gone. Since she is such a case to handle, she might not have any friends. It all depends on who will take her, not if she will take them. Plus, if they give her the things she wants, they will be her “ultimate, best of the best, most fantastic friend in the whole wide world.” but naturally, they are just a tool. If you don’t, she hates you, period.

Sweet at a stingy way: Vakia has a light side to her personally. There is that break where she cares for some people. She does give grief to others if necessary. Also, her squishy side appears a lot.  She’s not all bad news, she has a light side. She is generous, responsible, a well leader, respectful, and friendly. But that won't last very long if you say or do something she doesn’t like. She can turn on you like a flip of a quarter, watch your tails everyone.  

Persuasive: Words are Vakia’s best friend. They give her the will to convince anyone to give her watch she wants.  Half the time it works, the other half, ends up in a disaster. She utilizes words for her own behalf and advantages as well as she can. Some words may be a lie too.

Possessive: No one should ever touch her stuff. If she says she claims it, she will throw her life out just to keep it. This is a good way of her getting killed half the time. Just like she hates people, she hates people taking her things. Unless you want missing body pieces, don’t take her things.

Appearance: Vakiaditch doesn’t have a very appealing appearance. Naked skin, very little fur, and her large ears and eyes create her head to appear to have a small size to it. Her tail is a turn away than from her skin. It looks rat like but without the individual gash wrings. It’s not lush and gorgeous like the other cats, especially the large furred ones. Although, the one thing that does make her a tad bit pretty are her mismatched eyes.  Her right eye is brown and her left eye is blue. Her litter mates called them angel eyes from the way the blue and the green look perfect together.  

History: Vakia was not in the best climate for birthing. It was the mid winter and only 3 out of the 6 where born. Vakia was apart of that three, It may explain her eyes. One eye is blue, left, and one eye is brown, early birth can cause defects within the genes including eye pigment mutations. She was raised in a warehouse, along the side of a very small street of Hexasol filled with cars. Those cars have never moved and the streets were littered with garbage and the stench of dead meat. Her mother was a Peterbald like Vakia, no fur, dark brown eyes.  Vakia’s father is unknown, since males have a habit of running away after mating. Threw that horrible winter, Vakia was close to dying until her mother decided to move her litter. She moved to  building that had heating, water, etc. for Vakia, herself, and the litter’s needs.

Vakia grew old to the 1 of one and was let out into the world to start herself a new life. She hid in buildings most of her life, hunting on her own, struggling on her own. It was until she went and found herself a good place to find company. Northern Hexasol was her home now. She took pride in the large houses that contained all the building she wanted, including the heating and air conditioning. 2 years in and the building was starting to age along with the rest of the glorious venting. So, Vakia moved somewhere in a small building that has ventilation and a good amount of conditioning. Vakia is now 3 and she has found herself lonely and bored after the years of enjoying herself.

A set to a new ground was in her schedule and it finally came a day where she was ready to venture to new lands and new people again. That is when she met the Iris pack, and that is when she meets the pages inside the book that unfolded when it fell to the ground. Vakia has found what she has been looking for.    

Season born: Mid Winter

RP Sample: “Corrupt little rat”

Vakiaditch’s skin burns under the spring sun and she needed to find shelter before she gains, yet another, sunburn. It was so long since she has eaten, scrounging around for self gain and excitement. She has just left her darling mother and last litter mate back at the den. First time, ever, going out of her own. It was a bit like a train ride, waiting for something to happen so you can brag about it to the window that you sat in front of. But in this case, the vacant streets had no excitement. Her litter mate, Dexil, is a devious one in the litter. He was never clean from monstrocity, causing tremendous trouble in the litter.  Most the time he would make Vakia, his target, starve. She never understood why he was so selfish around her.  She would always believe it was because of her eyes, or jealousy. But that wasn’t the matter now that she was walking the streets without a hand in hers.

She had time to shine now, and it is today that she will find her own settlement somewhere in the town. Vakia sighed with an impatient manor, “Where do I need to go?” Every step she took would send vibes up her legs with an uncomfortable feeling. Vakia felt like it was not the right place for a lonely, vulnerable, female cat.  She could be pounced, ripped apart, eaten, or tricked. It was a very good place to be wondering since she was unfamiliar with the area.  “Don’t turn around to them. They will think I’m a baby, especially Dexil.” She grumbled rolling her eyes around the walls of the alley. Vakia notices an area where where a large

hole was dug into the ground. Was it a dogs whole? Most likely not knowing there was no dogs in this part, well believed Vakia.

Like the little kitty she is, she went to investigate it. She slips her thin body through the hole and pops out to a new area. It was a bit brighter than where she was and a little warmer as well. The streets were clean and the air was a bit more filtered. Even though it was just another side of a wall, the imagery changed everything Vakia thought of it; cleaner. Large buildings were stacked upon each other without hardly any yards. They seemed perfect for her likings, that instinctual pull dragged her over to a building with an agaped door. When she stepped through, goosebumps covered her body and the relief of perfect climate was overwhelming. “Welcome home.” She smiles, but her frown soon drops her an angry frown. Dexil. He was sitting on the counter with a happy smirk and a tail high in the air. “Dexil, this is my place, get out.” She hisses.

Dexil smiles at her like he knew she was going to say those very words. “Oh really? Where you the one sitting on this counter when you walked in?”

Vakia growls at him hastily, “Get out or I will-”

Dexil interrupts, “Or you will what? Everytime I own something, you try to take it away from me.”  

“Bullshit!” She screams at him. Vakia jumps onto the counter and gets to his face, “Why do you do this to me? I never get anything. I like this place.”

Dexil sighs and looks into her eyes, “You see how big this place is? We are CATS. We are not humans like mom says. We are small so we can fit anywhere. I don’t understand why you want such a big place for such your small size.”

Vakia sighs, “Whatever, but I want this place to stay clean and not have you near me.”

They both nodded in agreement and parted. The only think Vakia could think of was, ‘how did he find this place before me when I was the first one to leave?’ It was very confusing for her but she needed to se her mind at ease with a grooming.

Before she could start, Dexil interrupts, “I hope you are being very corrupt, rat.”

That struck Vakia’s last match. She stood up and slashed him with her claws. “I found this place first you asshole! It’s hard to believe that I grew up with such a bastard as you!” She hisses. That was the first time she ever slashed him as hard as she could.

Dexil was dumbfounded, his face turned into an angry frown. “Like I said, corrupt little rat,” he growls, “I found this place, you just happened to walk in when I was sitting on the counter. For the first time, I was happy to see you walk in the door. I was happy that you were alive and not dead on the streets.”

Vakai stopped and hung her head. “Dexil,” she looks at him and licks his face, “thank you. But why did you call me dishonest?” She could tell Dexil was studying her and was laughing on the inside.

He answered, “Because you are.”

 

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