Post by Elysia on Oct 23, 2011 11:00:13 GMT -5
Name;; Elysia; She generally prefer being called 'Lee,' however.
Age;; Five years old
Gender;; Female
Breed;; Cheetah
Pride;; ---
Position;; Loner
Height;; 33 inches at the shoulder
Weight:: 120 lbs
Appearance;;
Elysia has a very generic appearance for a cheetah. Her fur is a variety of golden shades, from the darker, nearly reddish twinge that runs along her spine to the pale, cream swatches of her underbelly, to the glaringly white puff of fur beneath her chin, and surrounding her mouth and eyes, she is a palette of different level of gold. Spots adorn her body from head to tail- some as large as, and even larger than quarters, and some roughly the size of a junebug. The spots generally fade in size as they near her face- leaving only a pleasant speckling of dark circles across her forehead. Lee claims the black 'tear marks' typical of cheetahs- two slightly wavy bars running from the corner of her eyes to the vanishing points at the corners of her mouth.
As far as builds go, Elysia isn't anything special. She's of average height and weight for a female of her species, if not an inch or two shorter and a pound or two lighter. Her legs are long and wirily muscled- ending in dainty, small paws with dark gray pads on their under sides. Her tail is long, even for a cheetah, and it's dark tip seems to be in a constant state of motion. Her body is average of her kind, as well- long and lean, with a streamlined shape to contribute to her speed.
Perhaps the only interesting point on this Cheetah are her eyes- wide, staring amber eyes that are two off-hued pinpoints around the black, white, and gold of her face. Her black nose seems to accentuate this, as well as the noticeable pentagon-shape of her head. Characteristic of a cheetah, her muzzle is short, her small ears darkly colored and rounded, and her eyes rimmed in a clean, blackish shade. Overall? Lee is your run of the mill cheetah.
Personality;;
Elysia is a very dominating creature. It isn't so much that she enjoys being in charge, or even wishes it upon herself, but more of a deep passion for her survival that makes her adept at giving direction. She has a very intimidating air about her- in the off chance you meander close enough to pick up on it- that tends to keep most felines, save for idiotic ones, at bay, or at the very least submitting to whatever she asks them to do. She never threatens, nor demands, simply asks whatever she needs to of whomever she needs to. Not one to repeat herself, Elysia won't settle for anyone not paying attention when she is giving direction, and tends to take on a cold edge to her voice when questioned about details of what she would have other cats do. Intimidation is a big part of who she is, and she can't seem to lose it no matter how ditsy or air-headed she attempts to seem.
Lee is very, very difficult to track down. She doesn't believe in making a permanent residence for herself, and therefore she has no technical 'home' to go back to after the events of day-to-day life. She either bunks down where she stands in the wee hours of the night, or she finds a safe place to curl up for quick catnaps throughout the day. Because of her tendency to drift and inability to stay in one place, Elysia has become a very elusive and difficult to follow feline- which can only aid her, considering the fact that she spends her time stealing from most cats she meets.
Unintentionally helpful and serene, it is said this feline seems to have something of a Hercules complex- she cannot turn down a request for help. Her elusive nature mostly negates this aspect of her personality, but on the rare chance she can be caught around, Lee will do all she can to assist those who require it. Though she is sweet in this way, Elysia is rather paranoid about who she helps- one can never be too careful, when dealing with fellow cats in a fairly dog-eat-dog world. Those you help might only be using such wisdom for other means.
Lee does not fear death- she never has. The monsters of legend told to kits in their early years to make them behave never scared her, and nor do others fearful attitudes toward the tales. While she, with all of her being, believes that creatures of fantasy and legend do indeed walk the earth, she cannot bring herself to be afraid. This cheetah has cheated death so many times that she treats danger as a dance with her oldest friend and rival.
Atop this mix of good and bad traits, Elysia is also very cunning. As she prefers to wander where she pleases, she has never settled down in one place long enough to establish a route of good hunting grounds- thus resorting to thievery whenever her stomach calls out for a bite to eat. Her heightened agility and speed in comparison to non-cheetah felines makes her a hard target to hit after she's made her mark on whatever she wants to take- thus making her very often successful as well as a notorious face to large prides or even loners who can't keep up with their meals. It is not that she lacks the ability to hunt for herself- more that she finds it keeps her more alert and focused to have to plan out her stealing and food plan methods, rather than spending her time on simply physically chasing something in a hunt. Atop of that, she knows that she has a higher chance of securing food from other felines than she does of catching it herself- that, she believes, is just the cold hard truth of it all.
History;;
Opting out, for the time being. ;D
Other;;
She'll take your food, so watch out. :B
Also, my bios are always ridiculously long, so look forward to more of this! 8D
Your Name;; Snufffffeeeennnnn <3
Other Characters;; None... yet~
Roleplaying Experience;; Going on eight years~
Sample;; [Taken from the middle of a roleplay; if it doesn't make sense, that is because the topic was a rather unique one. xD]
[A shrug was his response. Hmmm... "Ah, so Fear may follow a Thief. I've been told they leave Fear in their wake, especially good ones." A smirk, self-satisfied and teasing. Was she speaking of herself, or of an actual stealer? Interpret it as you please, thought the serval. There seemed to be a lot of that going around. She mirrored his expression, delicate eyebrows arching over feral eyes. What was he thinking? She would sell her soul to know such a thing. Was he pondering true Fear, true Terror? Or was his mind elsewhere, on things she would never hear tale of, of stories he could tell but might never? She preferred to think it was of some story that reminded him of such a sentence as the one he had uttered- but the chances were slim, even if Thief would have liked a nice tale to unravel itself from the rosetted males lips. Lips her eyes had wandered to now, before darting quickly away. She hadn't really been looking at those lips, oh...no.... Her gaze was intent on the teeth. Sharp little buggers, tapered like her own. Pointy needles of destruction. She wondered, briefly, quite how many necks those teeth /did/ happen to pierce, instead of grazing over like her own. How many necks, bodies, faces.... and how many did this male actually... devour? She wasn't sure if he was one of those flesh-eaters she heard about, but no inkling was too crazy to fit this mysterious speckled one. "Understand, I think. Knowledge is nothing without the intelligence to figure out how to hone it." True. One man might hold all the secrets of the universe yet have the mentality of a child, and not have the words to tell any of it. Intelligence didn't mean understanding, it entitled none to a good speech pattern and knowledge specific of words. Was that what he was searching for, with his words? She had a faint niggling that it was so, but Thief made no extra comments, merely let the first few words settle again.
"I... don't." It was barely an audible whisper. Require someone else.... she hadn't. Not since she was a young, young, child. With never-present parents who trained you to kill and steal the few times they were around, how could she depend on them? They were scum, worthless flesh who had burned up as just that. "I have... yet... to need someone. Friends are rare to come by, when you're known more for your killing than your personality. And as for a lover..." A bitter chuckle escaped, one in which those eyebrows raised up again and she fixed Fear with a sad yet fiery look. "I don't seem to fit anyones bill. Much less anyone I'd have liked to cling to. But I suppose, if I ever did have either, and I lost them.... yes, I believe I'd be sad." Mmm... why exactly had she never had those things, the luxury of others to lean on like a crutch? No friends- They considered her distant. Strange. No lovers- She was pretty, but too 'out of it', or so she had been told, to keep up her end of such a sensual relationship. Of course, in truth, she had never been out of anything. She had never fancied any man who had approached her, and therefore completely ignored what he did near or around her until he went away, claiming her attitude as the fault. 'Lovers' and 'loving' was a game of chance and blame, a game she dabbled in... but never took seriously. Thief preferred not to be tiered to much, in case such ties were ever abruptly snapped. What had the leopard said before? Nobody wants to die, but everyone does. The reason for her lack of social connections- knowing that if anything ever happened to her, the few she would reach out to would be sad. Disappointed. So she had shed such connections... of friends, lovers..... she had left them long ago. It was for the best, really. Knowing her was a sin in and of itself.]
