Post by The White Cat on Dec 18, 2007 11:27:32 GMT
Name: The White Cat.
Birthname: Nadhera.
Nicknames: None to date.
Fairytale: The White Cat.
Age: Appears to be in her late teens, early tweenties.
Race: Cursed shapeshifter. She is only capable of taking human form after dusk. When in feline form she is still capable of human speech.
Hair: Long, slightly wavey ebony tresses. Her hair shifts to white when under the influence of strong emotions.
Eyes: Deep azure.
Height/weight: Slender and youthful.
Appearance: Dark, silky locks fall loosely to caress her bare shoulders. Her pale irises lifeless behind her downcast gaze.
Attire: A white velvet collar bordered with tiny dew drop diamonds tenderly hugs the pale skin of her neck, the only piece of adornment shared by both her human and feline forms. Whilst in her larger bipedal state, her slender frame is embraced by a beautifully embroidered corset. The delicate material of her long, gossamer skirts give her movements a wispy, ghost-like appearance. She is often mistaken for a tragic spirit, wandering bare foot through the forest, silhouetted in the moonlight.
Personality: As a cat she is surprisingly friendly. Having been trapped as a small feline for so long, she craves intelligent conversation and human touch. Nadhera has long since resigned herself to a cursed existence, attempting to find contentment within the walls of her beautiful prison. With each sunset she is returned to her humanoid form. For Nadhera it is nightly torture, mocking her attempts to accept her fate and make the most of her feline reality. Internally, she has yet to release her desperate grasp upon her humanity.
Sexual preference: Unexplored.
Romantic interests: None.
Occupation: Lady of Chateau Dauphin, governess to the animalistic circus that the estate has become.
Home: A splendid mansion, covered in overgrown ivy, hidden deep within a dense forest. The once magnificent courtyard is now overrun with wild foilage. Vines twist up the length of the stone pillars and water lillies ornament the forgotten fountain. All of the household servants have been transformed into nothing but a pair of white gloved hands that float silently about as they do her bidding. The other humanoids remaining on the property were also transformed into cats, the animals changed into exotic creatures or animated toys.
Likes: The White Cat entertains herself by reading, hunting, and watching her servant's dramatic performances.
Dislikes: Hidden inside a wistfully forgotten jewelry box lies a charm bracelet. The sight of which can bring tears to her eyes.
Pets: A stunningly beautiful little dog, small enough to fit within a hollowed acorn. Her favorite steed is wiry monkey.
History: There was no young prince trying to please his dying father. There is only isolation within the Feral Masquerade.
Other: Always open for rp.
Codeword:: TopHats!
Birthname: Nadhera.
Nicknames: None to date.
Fairytale: The White Cat.
Age: Appears to be in her late teens, early tweenties.
Race: Cursed shapeshifter. She is only capable of taking human form after dusk. When in feline form she is still capable of human speech.
Hair: Long, slightly wavey ebony tresses. Her hair shifts to white when under the influence of strong emotions.
Eyes: Deep azure.
Height/weight: Slender and youthful.
Appearance: Dark, silky locks fall loosely to caress her bare shoulders. Her pale irises lifeless behind her downcast gaze.
Attire: A white velvet collar bordered with tiny dew drop diamonds tenderly hugs the pale skin of her neck, the only piece of adornment shared by both her human and feline forms. Whilst in her larger bipedal state, her slender frame is embraced by a beautifully embroidered corset. The delicate material of her long, gossamer skirts give her movements a wispy, ghost-like appearance. She is often mistaken for a tragic spirit, wandering bare foot through the forest, silhouetted in the moonlight.
Personality: As a cat she is surprisingly friendly. Having been trapped as a small feline for so long, she craves intelligent conversation and human touch. Nadhera has long since resigned herself to a cursed existence, attempting to find contentment within the walls of her beautiful prison. With each sunset she is returned to her humanoid form. For Nadhera it is nightly torture, mocking her attempts to accept her fate and make the most of her feline reality. Internally, she has yet to release her desperate grasp upon her humanity.
Sexual preference: Unexplored.
Romantic interests: None.
Occupation: Lady of Chateau Dauphin, governess to the animalistic circus that the estate has become.
Home: A splendid mansion, covered in overgrown ivy, hidden deep within a dense forest. The once magnificent courtyard is now overrun with wild foilage. Vines twist up the length of the stone pillars and water lillies ornament the forgotten fountain. All of the household servants have been transformed into nothing but a pair of white gloved hands that float silently about as they do her bidding. The other humanoids remaining on the property were also transformed into cats, the animals changed into exotic creatures or animated toys.
Likes: The White Cat entertains herself by reading, hunting, and watching her servant's dramatic performances.
Dislikes: Hidden inside a wistfully forgotten jewelry box lies a charm bracelet. The sight of which can bring tears to her eyes.
Pets: A stunningly beautiful little dog, small enough to fit within a hollowed acorn. Her favorite steed is wiry monkey.
History: There was no young prince trying to please his dying father. There is only isolation within the Feral Masquerade.
Other: Always open for rp.
Codeword:: TopHats!