Hello, I'm...Character's Name:
Somewhere in AlabamaSexuality:
Swara (Cheetah)Bitten or Born:
BornI look like...Hair:
Natalie is tall and lithe in all her forms. She is very clearly of Native American descent when in human form and fiercely attractive. She has kept fit and trim as a messenger and hunter who survives on her own in the wild. Natalie prefers clothing that identifies her heritage and is comfortable and durable in nature. She rarely wears anything frivolous unless it is make-up, which she finds oddly fascinating. I'm usually...Athletic:
Life as a messenger and hunter, constantly moving from place to place has kept Natalie in tip top shape. There are few creatures alive (Cheetas and Swara aside) that can catch Natalie in an outright sprint. Her fitness and endurance are astounding which has helped make her such a reliable messenger to the towns within “her territory.” Growing up on the reservation and living so close to the land has taught Natalie how to swim and climb and stalk and hunt.Self-Sufficient:
Natalie can live off the land for a long time. She knows how to hunt and how to survive in her human and animal forms when in nature. Natalie learned a lot from her elders about natural healing methods and first aid. She makes it a point to find useful resources when she enters region she is unfamiliar with.Helpful:
Natalie and the other young Cree were tasked by her elders and the Great Spirit to help society heal in the wake of the virus and the anarchy that followed. She takes this task very seriously. Help is not always provided through grand tasks. Simple actions such as keeping people connected, sharing healing rituals or sharing a kill help the world heal. It is not something that can be rushed.Irritable:
Natalie is used to being on her own and being self-sufficient. She is not used to having to compromise with others and finds those that cling to their creature comforts and trappings of western society at best annoying at worst worthless. Having to deal with others on a consistent basis and live within a small social group again can rub her the wrong way especially if the people are racist or amused by her beliefs.Cautious:
A cheetah’s best defense is its speed. Natalie would rather run away from danger than stay in one place and fight. This mentality colors a lot of her thinking. She plans any endeavor and assures that she has a clear advantage before proceeding. If she does not so does not force the issue at hand and would rather regroup and tackle the task when the odds are clearly in her favor.Religious:
The Cree legends and stories are very real for Natalie. The Great Spirit exists, as does Grandmother Fox and all of the other spirits of the Cree people. She understands science and has an education in schools that were westernized, but none of that has proven to her that the stories of her people are not true. There is a place for both in her world it is simply that the spirit world is more important to her than the scientific one.I come from...
Natalie was born on what was once a Cree reservation in Alberta Canada. She was just a child at the outbreak of the virus that culled the human and werecat populations of North America. The reservations were some of the last places that the virus hit being seldom visited by outsiders. However even the isolated nature of her people did not save them from the impending doom and its aftermath. Many of her people thought they were better prepared for the crumbling of civilization across the continent, but truthfully much of their ancestor’s knowledge of nature and the land had been forgotten, slowly eroded by technology and wealth. Yes they made out better than the foreigners in their cities with all of their creature comforts that meant so little at the end of the world, but they were far from unscathed by the ending.
There medicine was an ineffective as the white man’s when it came to the virus and already decimated populations were brought to the brink of extinction. Those that survived made do the best they could with the knowledge they had, but most of the elders died in the plague and took the old ways to the grave with them. Still the reservations were largely left alone by the anarchy that followed in the wake of the virus and what remained of the Cree waited as the few remaining elders advised.
It was only ten years ago that an elder of the village received a vision from Grandmother Fox. In the vision Grandmother Fox said that it was time for the Cree to return to their place in the world. They would be needed for it to heal. The elders and the young remained on the reservation the former unable to move with great ease and the latter not yet adults. Those of age returned to a land that had forgotten the great spirit, Kisimanito, but Kisimanito had not forgotten the land and gave it its children.
Natalie was along the young Cree men and women to volunteer to leave the old reservation lands and help heal the world. Being one of the Swara, Natalie was a natural hunter and not just in her feline form. She knew how to trap and use a bow and arrow. She could build a fire and live off the land and when danger reared she could outrun almost anything on legs. Natalie headed south into the old United States visiting towns and farms as she went where she would trade information about what she had seen in her travels for a place to bed for a night or two. Sometimes the people would ask her to deliver a message to a friend or loved one which she did if her path led her there or if the need seemed urgent. She met more of her kind along the way and exchanged information with them as well. She was well acquainted with the discrimination facing the werecats, she had faced it in her human form her whole life.
It was during her early travels that Natalie fell ill. She had seen the ravages of the virus as a young girl and knew that it had finally caught her. It was the one thing she could not outrun. Fever and delirium took hold and she found a wonderful spot under the stars to lie down and die. In her fevered dream state Grandmother Fox sat next to her and told her stories like her mother used to when she was sick or scared. Grandmother Fox spoke of Wesakechak and how the trickster had cheated death. She urged Natalie to stand and run with her if only for a little while. She was old and wanted one more merry chase with before their time was done. In her dream she did not feel so ill and obliged Grandmother Fox as was only proper. As fast as Natalie was in all of her forms Grandmother Fox stayed one step ahead of her. Eventually Natalie tired and Grandmother Fox thanked her for the chase and bade her to rest again.
Natalie woke up days later in a bed. An old farmer and his wife had found her laying near their chicken coop. They nursed her back to health in spite of the danger of infection. It was a week before Natalie was strong enough to get out of bed and longer still until she was ready to travel again. As a favor Natalie continued to keep an eye on the couple over the years. During the lean times she caught game and delivered it to them and brought them news of the world.
Natalie soon found herself settling into a pattern of travel, marking out a territory that she moved through, hunted in and brought news too. She did this until the elderly couple who had saved her life passed on to the next. It was at this time that she was approached to join a group forming to explore beyond the western wall. An opportunity to be with other werecats and away from humans intrigued her and she eventually accepted.My quirks are...Fears:
Natalie fears letting her people down. She fears becoming something other than Cree. The world is very different away from family and others that understand her. She is alone, which in the wild is fine, but being alone among other people is frightening.O/O's: Player’s Ons and OffsFace Claim:
Carries a hand carved bow and arrows in a leather quiver and assorted survival gear.