Post by Katira Bast on May 10, 2009 22:56:30 GMT -5
Katira Jamila Bast
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Name:Katira Jamila Bast
Nickname: “Kat” “Kitten” Lady luck”
Age: Looks 26 but is in reality over 5000 years old.
Birthday: Unkown
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Canon: Canon
Species: Bastet Demon
Occupation: a Pondera, a keeper of the balance for the human world / She owns a Nightclub called “Lucky Cat”.
main Demon power;; She is what had inspired the Asian “Lucky” Cat because she can give people luck. How she gives luck is either by physically touching the person or by blowing her “luck dust” onto the chosen person from the palms of her hands. Her dust comes from her tattoos and depending on what easier she can spread her luck from any part of her tattoo that is excisable. She can even work her powers on herself to the point she has a Houdini like power to escape capture, or injury. Even at it’s mildest she can simply dodge blows, or weapons until the other is too tired to fight, or her “luck” runs out. But this will only happen if she is forced to use her powers for hours, even days, without respite or replenishing her self with food or rest.
Her other power is to shift into several kind of cats, but on of her favorites is a mountain cat and her smallest is a sand cat. She doesn’t have to be in cat form to have their grace and speed that comes to her as naturally as breathing. Though when she is scared or angry this will trigger her to change and depending on the intensity of her fear or angry will determine how fast she will change. Sometimes it will only be a lengthening of her nails and teeth. Other times she could go as far as to sprout a tail and fur. But a fast change can leave her very drained after she reverts back to her human self.
Physical Description
Height:6’2”
Weight:180 pounds
eye color:dark green the colour of emeralds
Hair color: Golden blond
Assets: Her feminine wiles and the way she moves.
Flaw: She has several scars crisscrossing her body.
Distinguishing mark: her tattoos they crawl up her back and wrap around her upper arms until they tendril onto her palms and legs until the ends at her big toe like Ivy work.Kat has a commanding presence at 6’ 2”, with a slender but curvy build and long wavy golden, below the shoulder, hair. She often leaves her hair loose but on a rare occasion she would put it up in some manner. She has a proud bearing and a seductive nature that makes it easy for anyone to take her serious even if she is joking and to per sway others to do what she says. Being from a hot and dry climate in Animula her skin is naturally dark even in the coldest and most sunless time of year she always has a tan. Her dark skin does make her tattoos said out more, shimmering brightly from her skin like the lines were drawn with a metallic sharpie and not needled under the skin. Her voice can be as soft as silk or as hard as tempered steel when the mood strikes her, but usually her voice is very calm almost musical when she speaks to others normally.
She is often clad in ripped jeans, or frayed jean skirts with a revealing shirt. She dislikes being covered from head to toe, and if she does have to wear new clothes. She is more often then not, will be seen, fidgeting with them, or purposely ripping holes in them. She likes open toed boots with high but sturdy heels when she is at her club but at home she prefers to be barefoot at all times. She tends to wear a lot of navy blue, dark greens, and black because they blend into the night a time at which she often works her magic on unsuspecting humans in need of some luck.
Personality Description
[/color] human food; dairy products especially.
Likes:
[/li][li][/color]Music
[/li][li][/color] Movies; they don’t have those in Animula
[/li][li][/color] the sun
[/li][li][/color] speed; fast cars, bikes[/li][/ul]
Dislikes:
[/li][li][/color] death
[/li][li][/color] suffering
[/li][li][/color] being helpless
[/li][li][/color] War[/li][/ul]
Dreams:
[/li][li][/color] to get married
[/li][li][/color] to stay in the human’s world permanently
[/li][li][/color] to change as many people’s lives for the best as she can.
[/li][li][/color] to see more of the human world.[/li][/ul]
Fears:
[/li][li][/color] never seeing anyone she knows again.
[/li][li][/color] being forever alone.
[/li][li][/color] Fire
[/li][li][/color] guns[/li][/ul]
Eccentricities: She must consume a lot of food after she uses her powers in excess; such as sweets or other high calorie foods. She has a tendency to look like she lounging, aka elegantly sprawled, around and always sits with her back to a wall to people watch.
Katira can be considered rather aloof when meeting new people like the cat she can change into. But give her time and you can find that she does show she cares even if it is not in the obvious way. Her personal space is very important to her so if she spends a lot of time with someone that mean that she likes/cares for them and is willing to share her personal space with them. She more often then not appears to have this endless amount of patience and calmness about her because she rarely ever raises her voice above what is considered polite, but if she does that mean she is a hair’s wide from snapping and you’d better watch out if she does. But don’t worry this occurrence happens only once in every three hundred years, or until someone empties her seemingly endless supply of patience.
Katira loves to tease or taunt those she likes and even those she doesn’t particularly care for like her Maleficus (evil) demon counter part. Emotions are an oddity to her for she has grown up around a race of people that rarely express their emotions so seeing others do it so freely is odd to her and she finds intensely interesting. But a side effect from living with humans is she as began to loose her icy exterior and lets others get a true glimpse of her inter self the one that can be as elusive as finding a cat without fur. But on the inside Katira has been feeling a little lonely and little restless, for the past century, or two, and even though her duty keeps her busy she can’t help but wish she could find someone just for her.
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Character Relationships
Fathers name: Kyle Bast
Mothers name: Amelia Bast
Siblings: she has several half brothers and sisters.
Significant other: N/A
Children: N/A
Others:
Katira was born in Animula when demons had just discovered the human’s realm and had reached her majority at five hundred years of age when it was decided upon by both demon kings; Benevolentia (good) and Maleficus (evil) demons, would have to keep the magical balance in the human world because it was their fault the human’s world’s magic was out of balance. She grew up with an almost unnatural interest in humans because her father had been one of the first to enter the human world and told Katira of their world to his daughter as bedtime stories. So like human children with tales of fairies and elves Katira began to inspire to become a Pondera, a keeper of the balance for the human world. But her dream wasn’t realized until she was almost three thousand years old and she was sent into the human world just after the death of one called Christ.
She was given an area in what would be later called the New Worlds when Europeans came to it. Her lands were vast in what would be later called Canada spanning from half the country until the English land on the shores and began to push the Native Americans back. This caused much conflict between the Europeans and the natives. Katira tried to stay out of it as much as possible but some time she was thrown in with the Natives because of her dark skin. It was centuries later when she received word that her range was to be cut down very sizably because of the influx of humans moving to the New World and that she would be joined by other Ponderas to help keep the balance as the population grew.
Now in the twenty first century Katira has had to except a lot of changes one being that she is now limited to the city Cam Cross, a small but heavily populated area that is less then a five percent of her original range. Also the on going changes in technology have thrown her for a loop because she dislikes high tech devices like computers and all but refuses to touch them except when she has too. But she is not completely computer illiterate, she does see the benefits of having a technology. Because in her club computer does all of her tills, plus her food ordering system, but that is as far as her knowledge goes with computers. This also makes it difficult to keep the fact she isn’t human and will live fore ever so therefore she has had to change her identity every hundred years, so that she doesn’t come into the “spot light” of the government. ((may add more later on))
Complete
Real name: Brandy
Age:22
RP skill: intermediate
Rping length: six years
Rp sample: This is a RP sample from another site where I play Remy Lebeau aka Gambit.
He let out a loud gasp of pain as the girl moved in his arms and her knee hit one of his wounds causing agony to spider across his entire side. But he didn’t stop running he couldn’t. He didn’t know how many bullets Scalphunter had left and he didn’t think he could dodge even a kitten right now. This wasn’t suppose to happen it was just suppose to be, get some samples from the Morlocks. Not this slaughter it had become. He heard the girl whimper and tighten her grip on his neck as the gunfire and screams grew louder then quieted as he darted down another tunnel.
“It’ll be ok, petite. Gambit ‘ll get yo out o’ ‘ere. ‘E won’t let nut’ing ‘appen to you,” he whispered as he slowed to a walk as a wave of dizziness washed over him. “E promise yo,” he added as almost bumped into the wall.
Suddenly he was tackled to the ground by a dark shadow. He heard the girl shout for them to stop and not to hurt him. Remy groaned and nearly blacked out as who ever slammed him into the wall caused him to gasp in pain. Then he was pinned to the wall by his throat. The girl began to plead for them to let him go that he saved her. But his captor growled back that he had led the murders here. The grip on his throat tightened cutting off his breath and his vision darkened suddenly he was released and he slid into blissful unconsciousness.
He blinked slowly and sat up, he was outside, well outside the Morlock tunnels, but still underground in the subway tunnels. The girl was gone… and his head pounded and his body hurt more then it has ever hurt before. He felt his side, the bleeding had stopped and someone had roughly wrapped his wounds but his shoulder still bled soaking through his jacket. He struggled to his feet fighting to remain conscious and succeeded, just barely. He pulled out his bow staff and screwed the three lengths of the modified pipe together. He leaned heavily on the metal pole and closed his eyes briefly. Mon dieu. The floor dipped and swayed dangerously causing his eyes to snap open to orient himself and regain his balance. He had to leave but where? He didn’t have many options. He couldn’t go to the hospital too many question asked too easy to be found. New Orleans? Canada? No, and no again, neither were options, really, in his condition. There wasn’t many places in New York that were safe anymore, for sure not his apartment.
Suddenly unbidden he remembered something some one told him long ago, “…If you ever need any help, or change your mind come to Westchester, New York. We’ll have a place for you there…”
He didn’t really remember how he managed to get to his motorcycle but the next thing he knew it he was on the highway to Westchester. He hoped he would still be welcome there… if he didn’t bleed out before getting there.
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