Eyes: A mix of obsidian and liquid copper. Pupil is that of a feline.
Hair: Down to the small of her back.- Spun darkness, silk like texture. If one were to look closely they would notice strands of white at the base of her neck.
Skin: The shade of caramel and milk mixed together; the lightest hue of a tan.
Build: Slender with lean muscles
Other: Canines elongated in a feline fashion.
-Clothing: Depends on her mood really, although it will most likely always be something comfortable and form hugging.
-Right Ear: Four cartilage
- Left Ear: Three cartilage. Includes a barbell piercing.
- Note: All jewelry is high-grade titanium
-Tattoo: Large cat paw on her chest above her heart.Disposition:
Like any feline it is hard to pinpoint her moods, most would describe Neit as fickle at best. She can be smiling with a strange purr to her voice one moment then a complete opposite the next. Neit often has a dry sense of humor more along the morbid side though she tries her best to appear upbeat and friendly. She cannot be around too many new alone people at once, it makes her instincts scream for room and she often panics.
Quirks: She has a small obsession with paper clips, feathers, and catnip. She carries around a large crimson velvet satchel. Its only magical attribute is the fact it can hold more than it appears. While the space isn’t unlimited, it somehow manages to hold not only her paper clips but also her companion Zae’Za.
Miscellaneous Skills: Lock-picking Power. Ability.
- Dislocation: In order to squeeze through all sorts of openings she can actually pop her bones out of place to make it easier.
- Enhanced senses: The character has improved vision (including night vision, though it still requires at least a weak light source).
- Mind: Quick to react and try to rationalize or figure out a problem.
- Paperclips: They have numerous uses. From hair accessories to lock picks and the occasional weapon when coupled with something that has elastic like stretch.
- Safe Fall: This character is able to fall great distances without injury. Two stories [20ft] is no problem though anything higher and she must roll to avoid injury. Anything above five stories and she takes half the damage a normal human would likely sustain.
- Stealth Steps: Steps are made in silence. Even long drops are landed in silence.
- Strength: Enough inhuman strength to hold up the fat feline called her companion.
- True Sight: With focus and effort comes the reward to see past most glamour. In no way does this mean she can break through a particularly well cast glamour spell, but she can usually tell when something isn’t as it seems. Draw Back. Weakness.
- Dislocation: While it is an ever so nifty trick, she pays for it the following day. Muscles remain sore for quite some time.
- Form: She is trapped as a human, limiting her actual magical abilities. She cannot blend in well with humans due to her ethereal eyes and grace. Also, just like a cat, while she can easily scale a tree….getting down is a completely different matter.
- Iron: Though it doesn’t have as much of an adverse effect on her as pure Fae, it does disorientate her and drain her energy.
- Promises: She is bound by her word when she promises someone something. Whether it takes her ten seconds or a hundred years to complete, eventually it will be done. The main reason she doesn’t make promises lightly.
- Recklessness: Being of the feline family Neit, more often than not, doesn’t know when to duck and run. Instead she sticks around to see what happens, which has the potential to get her in a lot of trouble.
- Sight: No matter what, she can’t see in pitch black. There has to be some source of light for her eyes to reflect, be it the subtle light of moon and stars or the glow of a nearby clock. Without something, she’s as blind as anyone else. CompanionName
-Pronounced: zay - zay
Race: Cat Sith in feline form
Coat: Pure black with a single white diamond upon its breast
Measurements: Think Large Bob Tail Cat
- Height: 2’1”
- Length Excluding Tail: 3’5”
- Length Including Tail: 6’5”
- Being Cat Sith means he has the ability to speak but chooses to do so with only a few people at most. Unless of course he is showing off for attention.
- When trouble arises… He’s no where to be found, appearing once the coast is clear.
- Curls up to about half his size when he feels playful or wants to take a nap.
- Can somehow fit into Neits satchel bag, though he is none too pleased about it.
A New Home
Slender bits of metal gave way to the whim of nimble fingers before they were carefully nestled in a mane of silken shadows. Hair that seemed to trap the light within it was slowly pulled into an intricate design atop her head, its placeholders made of twisted paper clips that curled outwards like spikes. Obsidian hued eyes were speckled with flecks of liquid copper, making them glow. Neit glanced towards the mirror as her lips curled in a feline grin. Light giggles emitted from the depth of her chest, like the purr of a content housecat, at the sight of her creation.
Wisps of hair played along light caramel skin like wild children, dancing with every whisper of a breeze. Final remains of a paperclip twisted in place, she was satisfied with the new grunge look befit any streetwalker. Digits curled around a box of those pesky metal bits and threw them in her crimson velvet bag. Worn strap sliding in place as a satchel rested against opposing hip. Fingers tugged at clinging material of her shirt, random designs thrown across a canvas of red, before they delved into the unknown of jean pockets to rest. Low cut collar showed half of a tribal paw print resting against her chest, above her heart. Ink so dark it swirled with a shimmering, trapped, coloration.
Once more she caught her reflection, pausing for a moment to admire. Head tilted as she watched the dim light dance across her skin, making the rings in her ears glitter like rubies. That same purring giggle sounded again, heard only by her for the time being. Pupils were the slits of a cat, black cut diamonds shades darker than surrounding iris; expanding until the nocturnal world was almost as bright and brilliant as the diurnal one.
Light steps faltered then halted all together as her gaze shifted to the once empty space beside her. Spotting the slender form a feline sat, quietly grooming its sleek black coat, pattern of a single white diamond on its chest. It gave one excusing mew of a kitten as it slowly stood and wove around the tattered ends of her jeans. Quick as a serpents strike Neit grabbed the cat and hauled it by the scruff of the neck till presumed human and feline were eye to eye. Obsidian with copper looked into a mirror image of orbs, lips curled in a frown.
Feline gave an annoyed hiss and flick of its tail, the promise that such an action would be regretted clear. Equal eyes narrowed as a growl caused its body to shake. No explanation was given though the human creature huffed and released her hold on black fur. Digits brushed once more against her red shirt as she adjusted the strap of her bag, voice a supple purr. Nothing but honey sweet melody poured from parted lips “Needed more paperclips…. I had to fix my hair.” Light nod of head caused mane to dance one more, as if emphasizing her point to feline she motioned to twisting spikes of metal.
Another flick of the tail and the feline began to walk down the street; Neit gave a sigh before moving to follow. “We won’t be late… Train doesn’t leave for another-” She glance to an old brass watch, strap barely hanging on to her wrist, “Twenty minutes. We’ll make it.” Finally the feline paused just long enough to be scooped up in the girls’ arms. Heading towards the station she felt the familiar swell of excitement and anxiety, looking forward to their new home.
A place where feline notions wouldn’t have her standing out like it did here. Holding her companion close to her chest she softly sighed. Breathing in the stench of iron as the train roared across the tracks; slightly wincing at every loud hiss and squeal of gears against gears. A tolerable agony compared to flying, at least in her opinion.
Train roared, lurched, and began to move forward, carrying them that much closer to their destination. Nervous fingers worked through the fur of the feline, finally coaxing a purr from the disgruntled animal. Somehow, she managed to stretch out and fall asleep, waking with a start as needles pierced through material of her pants and straight into her thighs. There was no shout or cry, only a violent rumble of a growl as she looked to the cat in her lap. Satisfied with her waking, the animal gave a lazy yawn and stretched before jumping to the floor and sauntering towards the doors, tail high in the air. Scrambling for her bag, Neit followed the feline outside.
Head down to hide those brilliant eyes, Neit managed to keep in step with the cat beside her. Following it as if they had both been here many times… while true, that was long ago. So much had changed; she wanted nothing more than to look around. Every time she paused there was a needle poke of a claw from the feline, demanding she keep up and take in the scenery later.
Ahead of them loomed a great wall of trees, only a thin twisting path to guide them to their destination. Neit scooped up her companion with ease, letting him settling in her arms as she finally stopped at the entrance of the forest. “I’m so going to get lost.” There was a satisfied huff from the cat as she continued on towards their new home.