Post by Mali on Apr 25, 2010 21:35:59 GMT -5
Name:Mali (last name unknown)
Age:46, though she looks like early 20’s
Race: Werecat
Appearance:
Mali had no clue what she was for the most part of her life. Because of that, she continued to age and look her age until she was around her 20s. It was at that time that an overwhelming emotional moment happened and she discovered her abilities. She found out how to change her appearance and could even look varying ages than she really was. Though she knew how, she decided that she would rather stay this age, even as she continued to age.
With pale skin and red lips, she looks rather attractive for a woman, even with a small chest. If only she didn’t have some differences, she would be able to pass off as a normal human. Mali has shoulder length black hair. It is soft to the touch with the help of magic. Her lacking perfection of magic causes her to constantly wear her ears, tail, and cat-like eyes even when in human form. Her ears are dark at the base and gradually change colour until they are tipped white at the top. Her tail is a mash of colours from white, to black, to a white tip again. She has green, circle eyes, with slit-shaped pupils that mirror that of her cat form.
She is normally found in a green pair of lace up boots as well as a wool knit dress with black tights and arm covers, all of which she stole. She likes to run around on all fours—even when she is human—but only when the situation is dire does she do it in human form. Even though she has her tail and ears while in human form, she still desires to be as human as possible. She doesn’t change clothes much, as she likes to stay in her 20s body and doesn’t feel the need to look any different or dress differently.
Personality:
Mali is rather shy for someone who lives off the streets. Her mother died when she was five, thus leaving her to fend for herself. She shied away from civilization as a five year old wasn’t common to be seen walking around on their own. The loud noises and action of cities also made her scared, feeling the desire to have someone there to protect her. Because of such things, she seeks and desires company. As long as someone was willing to keep her, for whatever reason, she would willingly stay with that person, even if treated improperly. Not knowing the rights and wrongs of such things, she wouldn’t see the harm of someone beating her. Though she would cry and react, she would only think it was a sign of affection, though slightly odd.
Mali is very quiet. She likes to keep to herself when in busy areas; so that she can make sure she isn’t seen. When commotion or loud noises start up in populated areas, the common reaction is to hide or find someone she trusts. Since she doesn’t have anyone she trusts, she mostly hides. She is a very curious girl, as the sayings go, curiosity killed the cat. She likes to ask questions and find out how things work. Since she never had the luxury of ‘being a kid’ when she was far younger, her mind is still set in that of a young child or early teenager.
She enjoys having fun and tries to amuse herself often. She can be very stubborn and childish at times but serious when important matters are brought up. She is generally a very happy person and will tag along behind someone as soon as trust is built. It doesn’t take long for her to build trust, as she is a little naïve and a little too trusting. After living off the streets so long, one would figure that she would be hardened from the horrible life, but it is her own fear of being alone as well as large, crowded areas that has kept her the way she is.
She is easily scared and relatively ‘jumpy’. She cries often when she is sad, though she’ll stop immediately if she is asked to by someone she trusts.
History:
Mali’s original parents were curious, watching this family as they farmed. As cats, they tended to steal some of the family’s food for their own gain. They were cats after all and the meals were almost handed to them they were that easy. One day, the woman of the family gave birth to a child, a still born child. They could understand the pain it could bring to a mother and felt sorry for the poor human. But for some reason, even unknown to her parents, they decided to leave Mali on the doorstep of the farmers’ house and hope that she would be raised. They knew it would be difficult for her to grow up in a world that wasn’t her own, but they also knew it was possible. Hoping that this act would cheer the farmers up, they left soon enough. Though they did check in on her from a far distance.
Mali was ‘born’ into a rather poor family. Her parents were farmers and thus had little money. They couldn’t find work in the winter or if the frost came early in the fall, during which time they would have to hunt for their own food. All money during that time would go towards paying their property owner.
Mali never knew her father, as her mother told her that he ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother was human and had no idea what Mali was. She had spent the last years of her life and the only years of Mali’s searching for her husband, Mali’s father. Although she was searching for most of Mali’s life, she was still able to teach and be with her daughter for a fair amount of her life so far.
Since her mother died, from the age of five, Mali has been trying to survive on her own as well as figure out what she is. She hasn’t had any form of education or permanent housing, stealing food from vendors and running as fast as her feet can carry her. Even though her original parents looked after her from time to time, and only from a far distance, they had lost connection with her when her human mother died. They were not able to find Mali so that they could teach her about what she really was. She had figured out on her own that she is able to change forms, which first scared her to death, as well as she can change her appearance slightly when she changes back. Although she is about a late teen/early adult for her species, she is still uncomfortable with her magic abilities, often being stuck with feline traits. She usually sports her feline ears, tail, her green eyes and retractable claws when in human form. She is currently travelling, trying to find someone else like her that may be able to give her answers. Having another being like herself would be a nice change since being alone all these years.
Roleplaying example:
Allen Seaward from an old site: Visions of the Night
This was the seventh time. He’d been restrained yet again.
Why? Why does this happen to him? Allen never saw other people around him acting like this. Was he cursed?
Allen was currently sitting in a chair in the kitchen. He had leather belts tied around him and the chair. He was alone in the room, left in solitude due to yet more physical harm he’d caused.
This was the after-effect. He’d be perfectly fine. He’d be having a nice chat with someone, and they’ll say something. It could easily just be a word, or bring back a memory. Suddenly, Allen would go hysterical. He’d start yelling, or hissing. No one would be able to talk to him afterwards; it’d just be a vain attempt, and would usually worsen it. He’d start to throw things, hit, punch, or convulse.
His staff would have to rush to his side; men in his staff would restrain his arms, while others tried to get him to stop moving frantically. If it got too far, then they’d tie him to something. This time, it was a chair.
However, after it was all done, he’d be depressed. Allen would sit there, and just think. He’d think about what he’d just done. Most of which he couldn’t remember. Nevertheless, that was the strange part, he couldn’t control it, he wouldn’t know what would set it off, and he could never remember it. It was as if it wasn’t there. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be seen, what would cause his rages couldn’t be described; defined.
“What did it this time? I was talking to Gordon, and suddenly I threw a punch at him. Why?” he asked himself. Was it that he personally didn’t like Gordon? No, that couldn’t be it. There were many people that he didn’t like, but he knew better than to just attack them. He was raised better than that.
“Is it because there’s something wrong with me? Doctors can’t see anything. I’m not ill, and I’ve been told that I’m not mental.” Allen would sit there for another hour, until one of his staff members was brave enough to check if he was okay yet.
Although, he’d rather just sit there, alone, where he couldn’t lash out at anyone. Where he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting someone or himself. As long as he was alone, then there wouldn’t be a problem.
However, he couldn’t be alone. His father would never allow it. He was required to get married and have heirs. What would happen then? Would whomever became his wife be afraid of him, he certainly hoped not. But he wouldn’t be able to live, if he lashed out and physically harmed her, or his children.
How did you find us? Emma lol