GHOSTVALLY.

Personality:

Antisocial;
Anti-social, theres no other way to put it really. She will try and avoid conversations whenever possible and tends to keep to herself. Being born into a litter of six wasn't what she wanted - to keep it simple - and she will avoid her siblings allot. She is a huge pain around most cats, not liking to interact with anyone most of the time. Keep out of her way and she will get on with you quite well but if you are constantly trying to talk to her she won't get on with you all that well. This little serval finds that she feels better on her own and when she has time to think without everyone moaning about her, knowing she is a bit of a loner within the pride. She has always liked things better that way though and will sneak away to have some time alone whenever she feels the need to. She feels that the scars she has already cast her apart from the clan and that her personality won't change much about that and so there is no point in trying to be 'normal'.

Her soft side;
She can be a truly cold cat at times, always thinking she is unwanted in the tribe. But she has a soft side and if you can find it, she can be a really nice feline. Hardly anyone has seen this side of her though and she will only show it to those she knows she can trust and those she cares about above anyone else. She tries to hide this from everyone though and would hate for anyone to find out, thinking she would look weak if they were to find out. Maybe one day she will find someone who she can show this side of herself to without worrying about herself.

Out of place;
Ever since birth Ghostvally has felt out of place in the Iris Pride, always trying to prove herself to everyone. Part of this are her scars and the fact that she didn't have the best upbringing as a child. But she got a little tired of this after a short while and just started to become more anti-social and less involved with everyone. She still likes everyone, just feels out of place around them. As often as she has thought, she would never be able to move away from everyone. She would miss them all far too much, even her family though she has never spent much time with them. She gets tired of feeling so left out sometimes but she will get over this in the end, like the fighter she is.

Appearance:

(If you want to understand more about her eyes turning out blue rather than pink/red try looking here) Ghostvally takes after her father with her looks, though she has her mothers eyes. She is a tall but thin serval with a lithe figure. Her eyes are a beautiful seafoam color like her mother's. She has light grey serval markings that show up a little darker on her back compared to anywhere else on her body. She has a scar on her chest which is in a small 'x' shape where she had came close to death. It seems to separate her from everyone else and she is seen as a freak compared to her littermates. Her fur is thick but short, making her pretty good in different weather conditions. She is quite a good looking feline but never really pays attention to this seeing as she is always so caught up in making herself noticed in the pride. Ghost is quite tall, like most servals though she seems slightly taller than the average serval. Her mother says she got this from her father and seeing as she had never met him, she took her word for it. She has a small tail that has dark grey markings running down it, the end being in tatters from the same fight that she had gained the scar on her chest.

History:

Ghostvally was brought up in a family made up of her mother, her and five siblings. She never knew her father and grew up avoiding everyone, not wanting to be around them when she can tell what they are thinking. She has always known she was looked at as a 'loner' and not many cats had much to do with her. Her father actually passed away when she was ten months old but before then she hadn't met her father, only knowing him shortly before his death. She had never had the chance to get close to her father which just made her feel worse about the whole thing and crafted her into the anti-social feline she is to this day. After that she became depressed for a long while, grieving over the death of her father for a long time and still feels awful for what had happened to him. He was killed by a dog and she had came close to death at the same time which then fueled her hatred for the creatures.

Season born:

Winter

RP Sample:

She could smell it, the cold, metallic tang of blood and death that lingered in the air that she breathed. She was shaking, trying to stay calm as she continued to move across the area of land. Her seafoam blue eyes were staring into the gloomy sky around her before landing on the corpse that the scent was coming from. Her brother. She took a shaky breath as she held back tears and edged closer to the other serval's unmoving body. A tear fell down her face. She broke down, falling to the ground as she cried for the tom she hadn't got to know that well before now. It was too late to get to know him, she had wasted her chances now. He was gone, she could tell. Her ears were pinned against her head, shaking as she pressed her nose to his side. Nobody would find her, nobody would come out at this time other than him by the looks of it. She wouldn't have usually, but she needed to spend some time alone and thats why. But she didn't expect to see this. "I'm sorry, I really am" she whimpered as she looked at the body, knowing he hadn't suffered long by the wound to the neck. Somebody decent enough to make sure he wouldn't suffer for long.

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