Post by Kin on Feb 3, 2013 17:57:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2][classy=charname]grace[/classy] | |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]none[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]loner[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]twenty-three moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]bisexual[/classy] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]lithe, beautiful black she-cat with blue eyes. pic![/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Describing Grace is a little like trying to catch sunlight in your hands. She's light, ephemeral, and warm. Her steps are light and silent, product of her trade. The she-cat is a real charmer, all genuine smiles and purrs. On the other paw, she's a little hard-pressed to take any form of authority seriously, simply finding the quickest and most efficient route around a rule impeding her. While authority isn't something Grace has any fondness for, she's quite able to deal with it, more likely to flirt with a captor or attacker than panic. Grace is, above all else, in life for the experience. She lives her days to their fullest, catering to whims and indulging her impulses. Excepting, of course, as pertains to her kleptomania. And her work. The loner is nothing but professional when it comes to her jobs, able to perform competently and without detection. Between her light paws and her charming smile, the she-cat is able to sneak into more places than most cats visit in a year.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Grace and her brother Tyrus were born to a pair of alley cats. Mosby and Rocky were fierce, boisterous cats-- well, Rocky was. Mosby was a calm, collected she-cat, and she taught Grace everything she knew about hunting, tracking, and stealth. To survive on the streets, Mosby taught Grace to steal from twoleg trash cans and outdoor areas, and even how to beg food from them in desperate times. Rocky, as alarmingly boisterous and eccentric as he was, was also a very charming tom, and Grace picked up the more desirable aspects of his charm, spinning them and weaving them together with Mosby's lessons to produce an effective thief. She began to steal from other cats at around ten moons of age, partnering with Tyrus as a distraction. The two were able to snatch meals right from under other cats' noses, and they took materials for nests, and even just shiny or pretty things as well. She began to branch out and ply her trade in the forest, but found that it was very much a horse of a different color. Grace took a few moons to experiment and figure out how to catch mice in the forest. The she-cat dragged Tyrus into the forest as well, and the siblings explored the area, finding the best places to find shiny stones or colorful feathers and flowers. They stayed away from the areas drenched in the smell of strange cats, instinct warning them of a group larger than themselves. Nowadays, Grace is confident enough in herself and her knowledge of the forest to roam wherever she pleases, be it for prey, work (as both a tracker and thief), or pleasure.[/classy] |
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