~Puss in Boots~Background
It’s funny how nicknames come about.
Once upon a time, there was an old miller with three sons. When the miller grew old and died, he left all of his belongings to his three children. To the oldest son, he left the mill. To his middle son, he left his donkey. There wasn’t much to leave to the third son – only a cat. Now, the cat was a curious thing. During the miller’s youth, there was a tavern in the town that was quite the place to steal a kiss from a pretty miss. On a night full of drunken escapades, the miller stole quite a bit more than a kiss from a particularly pretty miss. Unfortunately for him, she turned out to be more than met the eye. Nine months later he found a basket sitting on his front steps in the rain, and underneath the wicker lid was a tiny orange kitten.
The miller had always been fond of animals, and he couldn’t find it in his heart to leave the sweet little kitten out in the rain. He brought the little thing inside and gave her a saucer of milk. Of course he was shocked when she thanked him
for it. A talking cat! And so the story goes. The kitten played and grew in the miller’s home, keeping him company as his parents died and he started a family of his own. She would often leave the house for days at a time, but she would always return home to the miller – her father.
When the miller died, the cat was quite torn about what to do with her life. Shortly after the funeral, she heard the third son declare that he was surely doomed. “I have nothing but a cat. How shall I make my way in this world? After I eat the cat and make a muff with her fur, I will have nothing!”
Now, the cat certainly did not want to be eaten or turned into a muff. Luckily, she was more than just an average cat. She was a cunning thing, and she vowed to find a way out of this tricky predicament. She could have just run away, but it was best to stay and utilize the resources that she had. Though she had not played with the rotten third son since he was a young lad, she went to him and promised that if he would find her a pair of very sexy boots and perhaps some other equipment, she would improve his lot in life. The third son was skeptical, of course, but what did he have to lose?
The very next day, she went out and caught a fat, juicy rabbit. She took the rabbit to the King and requested a private audience with him. She presented him with the rabbit as a gift from her Master, the Marquis of Carabas. After presenting the King with the rabbit, she showed the King something that she had only ever showed the miller – she transformed into a tall, lithe, leggy miss wearing sexy, thigh-high boots. She locked the King’s audience chamber and gave him a gift truly
fit for a king.
She continued her private visits to the King for several months, and the King looked forward to the weekly visits from his “Puss in Boots.” She knew that the third son could never get away with killing her now. She even considered leaving the son to flounder and die for his wretched thoughts, but she felt that she owed the miller for his kindness.
One day, when she knew that the King would be traveling the countryside, Puss told the third son to bathe in the river if he wished to secure his fortune. Just as the King was nearing the river, Puss hid the man’s clothes and ran out to the King’s procession in her feline form. “Help, help!” she cried. “Someone has stolen the clothes of my Lord Marquis of Carabas! He will surely drown if he cannot leave the river soon!”
The King, recognizing his “Little Puss in Boots” in her feline disguise, agreed to help the man by giving him an outfit of fine clothing. He even let the Marquis ride in his fine carriage with his daughter, calculating the brownie points that he was earning with his Little Puss. As his carriage ride continued, Puss disappeared, running ahead of the train of carriages and servants. She slipped into her human form just outside of the carriage’s view, and accosted the first man that she saw. She snuck up behind the poor peasant and touched a sharp dagger to his neck. Whispering in a deadly, sexy voice, she murmured, “You will tell the King how pleased you are to see that he has met the Marquis of Carabas, owner of this great and fertile land, or I will chop you into mince meat.” The man was startled and frightened and incredibly aroused by this scandalous woman in boots, and he agreed immediately.
Puss continued to accost and threaten peasants all the way to the castle of the ogre. She had heard of this ogre and gathered information about him from the local villagers. She asked to speak with the ogre (a hideous thing, really) and told him what she had heard. “One villager told me that you could transform yourself into a large animal – a lion, or an elephant!”
“Indeed, I can,” said the ogre. He transformed himself into a lion and gave a ferocious roar that frightened Puss so much that she leapt onto the roof of the castle in terror. Quickly regaining her wits, however, she pressed him, “Oh, neat trick, but I bet you cannot turn into a tiny animal, for that is so difficult that it is impossible!”
“Impossible?!” roared the ogre, and then he turned into a mouse. Ever the quick and cunning one, Puss leapt down and squashed the mouse with her boot heel before eating him for good measure.
Soon, the King arrived at the castle, and Puss lied and welcomed him to the estate of her master, the Marquis of Carabas. The King was so impressed with the castle and the following evening of drinking that he allowed the Marquis to marry his daughter. Puss learned several important lessons that day. The first moral was that men are easily manipulated, and it was oh-so-nice to get her own way. The second moral was that the third son now owed her a great deal, and she would never have to want for anything for as long as she lived. The third moral was that nothing spells success like a pair of sexy boots.Alias
: Puss in BootsAge
: Hard to be certain. Nine lives, you know.Gender
: 5’ 6” (human), 9” (cat)Weight
: 135lbs (human), 8lbs (cat)Basic Appearance
Puss is relatively small for a cat. She’s a classic orange tabby with a dainty, pink nose. She can walk upright in cat form, but she prefers to walk on all fours because the feline spine is not really designed for bipedal movement. The only difference between her cat form and that of a normal cat is the movement of her tongue and lips as she speaks.
In her human form, Puss is tall and lithe. She has the body of a gymnast and she keeps herself in good shape. Her stride has a distinctly feline quality to it, and she tends to perch on high lookouts or sprawl languidly across plush furniture when she is resting. She often wears modified hunter’s garb, always with her characteristic boots. She spends a good deal of her time traveling and sneaking about, so flashy clothes are often not an option. That being said, she is incredibly feminine, and she loves to dress to impress for fancy occasions. Puss has a delicate face with a small, straight nose. Her cheekbones are prominent and her skin is pale despite all of the time she spends outdoors. Almost startling green eyes with bright, yellow rims glitter from the darkness under the hood of her cloak. The orange-red color of her hair is similar to that of her cat form, and the cut allows straight strands to fringe her lovely face. Her mouth is a perfectly red, down-turned bow. Personality
Puss tends to portray herself as an uncaring individual. She appears nonchalant, nonplussed, disinterested, uninterested, and suave. She is generally very laid back, concerned with quietly absorbing information and allowing situations to unfold from her vantage point as the clever mastermind. That is, until it is time to put some key play into motion. This is in contrast to her personality when she goes into manipulation mode. Like any feline, she can be completely deadly if the situation calls for it. At other times, she can play the cuddly kitten or the talented seductress. A lot of her outwardly displayed emotions are acts, carefully cultivated facades that hide her true motives and feelings. She mostly treats men like pawns, and females fall somewhere along the continuum between pawns and competition.
Beneath the confusing façade, Puss is a clever manipulator. She has the unique ability to understand people and complex, dynamic, large-scale situations. She is also well known for coming up with unexpected, improbable solutions for problems that appear impossible to solve. This is the skill that will make her most valuable to the White Order. Her ability to employ stealth, both in cat form and human form, allows her to collect information that most spies would never dream of having access to. When she does not wish to be seen or heard, she is not seen or heard. She thus conducts business in two main areas: information and strategy. Name your price.Weaknesses
Despite her apparently impenetrable exterior, Puss has some specific weaknesses. As a perfectionist, she finds it difficult to deal with failed plans. She is able to adapt new plans to suit changing situations, but total failure is unfathomable. She has also learned to be careful in the choice of her pawns because some men (and women) are able to reach her emotions easier than others do. She avoids these individuals as much as possible, preferring to keep her distance and avoiding relationships in these troubled, uncertain times. Likes
: Dairy products, meat, chasing mice and butterflies, sexy and powerful men (preferably rich), successful plans, riddles, challenges, catnip, and bootsDislikes
: Having her tail pulled, ugly men that must be persuaded, failed plans, small dogs, the third son of the miller, and rainPsychological Disorder(s)
: Prone to unhealthy relationships designed to fit into her master plan, trust issues, and a superiority complex.Partner
: No oneWeaponry
: In cat form, she has her teeth and claws, but these do no more damage than your average tabby. As a mistress of intrigue, she often travels alone, on foot, and in full stealth mode. She carries a bow with her for hunting, as well as a large knife for skinning and cleaning prey and enemies.Powers
Puss in unusually difficult to kill in cat form. That doesn’t mean she is immortal – she is simply much more difficult to off than your average cat. Don’t forget the nine lives. Her only ‘supernatural’ power is the ability to transform between cat form and human form. This transition is incredibly rapid (“poof”) and does not leave her vulnerable during the transition period. Changing multiple times in a short period will leave her feeling weak, however, so she tends to chose one form or the other for several hour increments.