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Post by Vale on Apr 12, 2010 14:53:42 GMT -5
Name: Mercy
Gender: Female
Age: Five years
Orientation: Straight
Phase: Quart Creixent
Rank: Estimat Líder
Appearance: Mercy, tall and stately, looks in all outwards appearances like royalty. The way she carries herself, the light in her eyes, all scream that she is someone to be respected.
Mercy has mixed blood in her, but by the look of her, her bloodline is mostly Siamese. Short, well groomed, pale fur covers her entire body. Although, being of the Quart Creixent her home is generally muddy and wet causing her fur to take on a rough weathered look, the product of constant cleaning and even more constant dirtying.
Mercy has eyes of white fire. Light blue eyes, owing to her Siamese heritage no doubt, glow from Mercy's thin face. Her eyes are very large, and somewhat out of proportion with the rest of her face. Many describe them as 'eyes of the devil', considering her reputation for spotting everything that goes on.
Her stature favors speed more than strength. Long legs, long tail, long neck, there is something almost breakable looking about Mercy. Something in her sunken face that gives her the look of a skeleton in certain lights.
She isn't what one would call pretty. Her eyes are too bright and her features are to out of balance for conventional beauty. However one might argue that Mercy's strange complexion holds a mysterious grace. Others might call it a dark glamor, but something about her is appealing and draws others in. There is something wildly enticing about Mercy, something that is not within conventional bounds.
Personality:
It has been said that Mercy would do better among the últim trimestre, she has such a fondness for rules. Her expression is as severe as her punishments to any who break her beloved law. She has been criticized for turning her Phase into a cult-like place, with her strict decrees and harsh punishments.
Mercy is no actress. She has a range of emotions from A to B, and seems to always have her back rigid and her eyes fixed, unless something has been done to arouse her anger. When Mercy is angered, her fury is terrible to see. She throws such fits of rage that she is completely unrecognizable.
Mercy is trapped by her own pride. She has worked herself into a corner in which she cannot show any other feelings she may have without admitting that she is a normal cat just like the rest of her phase, not just a firm head of estate.
She takes great pride in her family. She has two sisters each with two sons, her pride is not spawned from love or genuine respect, but simply regard for their high rank as respected Huntresses, and her late parents ranks as Enforcer and Shamin. Mercy does not fail to remind her Phase often that she is of high birth, and of a noble line.
History: Mercy is of high birth, and though officially that does not count for much, among the social circles of the Phase, that counted for quite a lot. She was born into a life where things were handed to her. That is, until her training began. The Quart Creixent has a reputation for training their young ones harshly, to make them strong, and Mercy was no exception. She was a strong kit, so she shouldered her burden well, but at times she wondered if it was even worth it. She went on like this, sinking in and out of depression until it was time for her final test.
Pain like none she had ever experienced. Pain, and cruelty, as if the cat who tested her liked to see young cats twitching in pain. Mercy could not believe it, she was so stunned. Yet, she passed her test, and was made a Dimonis. Being quick and brave she rose quickly through the ranks, although she felt strangely detached from her Phase. She no longer trusted the cats around her, and she slowly sank into her current rigid frame of mind.
After sometime, it was decided that the current leader was weakening, and it was time for a new champion to lead. There was no doubt who would be chosen, there was only one cat with the right qualities, and that was a cat named Ginger. Violent hatred shot through Mercy's veins. She should have been chosen! She was ready! Mercy served Ginger throughout his time in 'office' faithfully, plot after plot to unseat him drifting through her mind. However, for better or worse, she never needed to put these plots into action, the Phase seemed to think that Ginger was to soft, to weak of a leader for them, and this time it was Mercy's turn. No cat dared to speak up now, finally it was her time to show these fools what leadership was.
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