Post by Sahar on Jul 7, 2011 11:12:33 GMT -5
Name: Sahar
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): None
Nickname(s): None. Sahar refuses to respond to anything other than her proper name.
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Macavity
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Technically, she’s bisexual, and is attracted to both queens and toms. Realistically, she is so freaked out about getting close to anyone and opening herself up that any type of relationship is inconceivable.
Age (Human Years): 24
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): She has a mother and younger siblings somewhere, but she isn’t in contact with them.
Appearance: Sahar is a Singapura, or a half-breed at least. Most of her fur is very short and brownish beige, darker on her back and sides than her front. Her fur is longer around her calves, forearms, and tail than the rest of her body. Sahar has bright blue eyes, but the rest of her face is fairly ordinary. Pretty enough, but nothing striking. Sahar is petite and very slim, with slight curves. She wears jeans and long sleeved tops or jackets to hide her scars. Noticeable scars include a deep slash on her left bicep, a trio of claw marks on her right cheek and clumsy slashes on her wrists. Her ‘M’ brand is on her lower back. Kinda like a tramp stamp, but she wouldn’t call it that.
Personality: Stoic and unemotional, Sahar hates it when people draw attention to her. She’d much rather remain in the background, carrying out orders and avoiding conflict with her superiors. She is very good at blending in to the shadows, and serves as a very effective assassin when subtlety is required. And when subtlety is not needed, Sahar can be a ruthless killer and fighter.
Though Sahar doesn’t often talk or draw attention to herself, there are a few members of the gang who she considers friends. With those few cats, she reveals a very wry and often disturbing sense of humor. She is very intelligent, but refuses to get too close to anyone. She won’t let herself get hurt again. Also, she is very fastidious about her personal appearance. Enough that getting blood on her clothing is a tragedy worse than the murder she just committed.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Sahar was born to a stray queen (probably a prostitute, but they didn’t talk about such things), the oldest of a succession of kittens. She was always quiet and self-sufficient. Her mother often left her alone for much of the day and night, usually with no food and a few younger siblings. She soon became adept at catching and killing rodent and birds. When she was about twelve, that skill at killing rats translated into being able to defend herself and her siblings when a half-crazed stray attacked them for food.
Sahar was very close to her younger sister, Nizar. Sahar was 16 when she returned from hunting to find a mangy stray raping her little sister. Sahar attacked, brutally murdering the tom before returning to find her sister badly hurt and barely hanging on to life. Sahar hardly had time to try and help Nizar before she died.
Angry and hating the world, Sahar left her other siblings and ventured off alone with a death wish. When throwing herself at any tough looking cat that crossed her path didn’t kill her, she slashed her wrists with a broken bottle. Nizar was the person Sahar loved more than anything in the world and she blamed herself for her sister’s death.
Sahar was found by one of Macavity’s cats before she bled to death and once she recovered enough that she stopped trying to kill herself, she joined the gang as a low-level thug, slowly working her way up to an effective assassin.
Now she focuses on following orders, refusing to think about her past and not letting herself get close to anyone. She has friends in the gang, sure, but they don’t mean enough to her to hurt her.
Anything Else: Sahar is moderately friendly to most of the gang, though she doesn’t usually speak much. Thus, she has maintained some sort of friendship with Rumpleteazer, even though the latter left the gang two years ago. But due to the two not working in the same area and Rumple kept popping up around Mac’s territory, Sahar has not realized that Rumple and Mungo are no longer affiliated with the gang.
Writing Sample:
Licking her lips, she counted to ten before pushing herself away from the wall and darting around the corner. Her target was just ahead. Her feet made no noise as she sprinted up to him, grabbing his arms and moving to slam him against the alley wall. The tom let out a whimper and she jammed her shoulder into the middle of his back. “Shut up.”
Shifting slightly, she moved both his wrists into one hand so she could yank his head back. “You really shouldn’t have cheated Macavity. Then we wouldn’t be in this nasty situation.”
“Please, no….”
“Shut up. I hate it when they plead.” Letting go of his wrists, she yanked a knife out of her belt and slashed it across his throat. She released his hair and stepped back, letting the body crumple to the floor.
As Sahar walked away, she glanced down at her shirt and made a face. “Damn it, this was my favorite shirt.” Stripping it off to reveal her camisole, she folded it neatly and draped it over her arm. “I’ll have to burn it now, and I just hate burning good silk.”
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): None
Nickname(s): None. Sahar refuses to respond to anything other than her proper name.
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Macavity
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Technically, she’s bisexual, and is attracted to both queens and toms. Realistically, she is so freaked out about getting close to anyone and opening herself up that any type of relationship is inconceivable.
Age (Human Years): 24
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): She has a mother and younger siblings somewhere, but she isn’t in contact with them.
Appearance: Sahar is a Singapura, or a half-breed at least. Most of her fur is very short and brownish beige, darker on her back and sides than her front. Her fur is longer around her calves, forearms, and tail than the rest of her body. Sahar has bright blue eyes, but the rest of her face is fairly ordinary. Pretty enough, but nothing striking. Sahar is petite and very slim, with slight curves. She wears jeans and long sleeved tops or jackets to hide her scars. Noticeable scars include a deep slash on her left bicep, a trio of claw marks on her right cheek and clumsy slashes on her wrists. Her ‘M’ brand is on her lower back. Kinda like a tramp stamp, but she wouldn’t call it that.
Personality: Stoic and unemotional, Sahar hates it when people draw attention to her. She’d much rather remain in the background, carrying out orders and avoiding conflict with her superiors. She is very good at blending in to the shadows, and serves as a very effective assassin when subtlety is required. And when subtlety is not needed, Sahar can be a ruthless killer and fighter.
Though Sahar doesn’t often talk or draw attention to herself, there are a few members of the gang who she considers friends. With those few cats, she reveals a very wry and often disturbing sense of humor. She is very intelligent, but refuses to get too close to anyone. She won’t let herself get hurt again. Also, she is very fastidious about her personal appearance. Enough that getting blood on her clothing is a tragedy worse than the murder she just committed.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Sahar was born to a stray queen (probably a prostitute, but they didn’t talk about such things), the oldest of a succession of kittens. She was always quiet and self-sufficient. Her mother often left her alone for much of the day and night, usually with no food and a few younger siblings. She soon became adept at catching and killing rodent and birds. When she was about twelve, that skill at killing rats translated into being able to defend herself and her siblings when a half-crazed stray attacked them for food.
Sahar was very close to her younger sister, Nizar. Sahar was 16 when she returned from hunting to find a mangy stray raping her little sister. Sahar attacked, brutally murdering the tom before returning to find her sister badly hurt and barely hanging on to life. Sahar hardly had time to try and help Nizar before she died.
Angry and hating the world, Sahar left her other siblings and ventured off alone with a death wish. When throwing herself at any tough looking cat that crossed her path didn’t kill her, she slashed her wrists with a broken bottle. Nizar was the person Sahar loved more than anything in the world and she blamed herself for her sister’s death.
Sahar was found by one of Macavity’s cats before she bled to death and once she recovered enough that she stopped trying to kill herself, she joined the gang as a low-level thug, slowly working her way up to an effective assassin.
Now she focuses on following orders, refusing to think about her past and not letting herself get close to anyone. She has friends in the gang, sure, but they don’t mean enough to her to hurt her.
Anything Else: Sahar is moderately friendly to most of the gang, though she doesn’t usually speak much. Thus, she has maintained some sort of friendship with Rumpleteazer, even though the latter left the gang two years ago. But due to the two not working in the same area and Rumple kept popping up around Mac’s territory, Sahar has not realized that Rumple and Mungo are no longer affiliated with the gang.
Writing Sample:
Licking her lips, she counted to ten before pushing herself away from the wall and darting around the corner. Her target was just ahead. Her feet made no noise as she sprinted up to him, grabbing his arms and moving to slam him against the alley wall. The tom let out a whimper and she jammed her shoulder into the middle of his back. “Shut up.”
Shifting slightly, she moved both his wrists into one hand so she could yank his head back. “You really shouldn’t have cheated Macavity. Then we wouldn’t be in this nasty situation.”
“Please, no….”
“Shut up. I hate it when they plead.” Letting go of his wrists, she yanked a knife out of her belt and slashed it across his throat. She released his hair and stepped back, letting the body crumple to the floor.
As Sahar walked away, she glanced down at her shirt and made a face. “Damn it, this was my favorite shirt.” Stripping it off to reveal her camisole, she folded it neatly and draped it over her arm. “I’ll have to burn it now, and I just hate burning good silk.”