"I sort of miss that hood, it was my good luck charm."
Nicknames:
Cat, Kitten, Kit-Kat, and Ash.
"'Cat' is the most commonly used, and others have been created through the years."
Human or Vampire:
Human
"And exactly what kind of a question is that?"
Age:
17
"Yay?"
Gender:
Female
"I mean, did you really have to ask?"
Sexuality:
Pansexual
"Any remarks?"
"Can't believe I let someone convince me into wearing a dress."
Height:
5'1"
"What I lack in height I make up for in speed."
Weight:
122 lbs.
"Light as a feather some say, light as some near-adult dogs I say."
Hair Color:
White, though certain lights may somewhat affect it. Moonlight makes it appear silvery while sunlight gives it a sort of pale, platinum blonde coloring.
"I'm odd enough, why shouldn't my hair be... I guess."
Eye Color:
A deep, warm red.
"I've been told some can see fire in my eyes. It's just a trick of the light."
Skin Tone:
Pale
"I often think I should actually go in the sun more often. And then I laugh and go back inside."
"The first time I saw... one of them, it was dark and cold. He seemed nice at first."
Habits/Quirks:
- People Watching: "Not only can it be amusing, but also rather useful."
- Boredom Movements: "When thinking or just bored I'll often tap fingers, fidget, play with my hair, talk to myself, hum, etc."
- Continuous Snacking: "Sweets are a must for me. People that know me aren't surprised when I pull a bag of candy seemingly out of no where."
- Night Owl: "I have difficulty making myself sleep, and the night intrigues me. So many things can happen if you're not watching."
- Easily Distracted: "I find it difficult to focus on one thing when there's something too shiny or glittery around, like sunlight bouncing off water."
- Singing and Dancing: "I'll dance with anyone at anytime, but singing is more on my own... I don't like audiences."
Personality:
Catherine is can be the sweetest girl one moment and a raging inferno the next, but her rapid changes are never without reason. She seeks to understand before allowing herself to judge. She watches others closely but from a distance, hoping to get to know them a bit before even speaking to them. It's more a habit than anything after experiencing what can happen when you trust someone much too quickly. Some say she's rather mature or wise for her age, but those are the ones that have either only seen her surface which is a tough, quiet shell or the deepest parts of her, which seem to give off the aura of an old, sad soul with too many memories. Just between that is her current self; a sweet, loving, passionate girl with a big heart and endless curiosity accompanied by an unbreakable stubbornness, love for freedom, and a trust that's hard to truly earn, but nearly impossible to regain if lost.
Her personality gives her a magnetism to trouble and a dislike of most authority. Needless to say, it's the source of most of her physical and emotional scarring, though she bears such scars as proof of her survival. Once befriended she will do anything to protect you unless it conflicts with her morals, which are the only things she truly has set in metaphorical stone.
"After that first encounter I kept myself up using matches and rarely slept out in the open."
Strengths:- Speed: Her small figure makes her quick and quiet, the Hunter blood helps too.
- Fighting: For a human girl, she's not half bad and can take care of herself.
- Strength: It's not something most (not even herself) would expect her to have much of, but Vampire Hunter blood runs through her veins.
- Health: She heals quickly and has rarely become ill, she doesn't even remember the last time she was bed-ridden.
Weaknesses:- Fears: Pitch black darkness, needles, complete quiet, extreme heights, losing a loved one. Each can leave her paralyzed if used against her.
- Self Control: She lacks it majorly. If an instinct tells her to flee or to fight, she'll do it. If curiosity draws her she follows without question.
- Authority: It's already hard for her to trust, but she rarely trusts any authority figure without them earning her respect first.
- Trouble Magnet: As stated, she's a magnet for trouble and a rather strong one at that. Her life is full of examples.
- Animals and Children: Has a huge soft spot for each.
Likes:- Sweets: "I've got a sweet tooth..."
- Sour Food/Candies: "...a sour tooth..."
- Just Food in General: "...and just plain teeth. And the appetite to fit a large bear."
- Animals: "Fanged, furred, scaled, eight-legged. You name one, I'll tell you what I find beautiful about it."
- Music: "It calms me... even the more energetic and chaotic types."
- Dancing: "I'll dance if you want to, but also if you don't."
- Singing (But not with an audience): "Psh, I don't sing... not when people are around."
- Not Sunny Weather: "Rain, thunder, lightning, hail, snow, anything but the sun."
Dislikes:- Reasonless Conflict: "For instance, getting mad because someone simply bumps you in the shoulder. I mean, seriously? It's a small thing."
- Teen Girl Logic: "Okay, if a guy leaves you for someone else, it's not the other girl's fault. The guy's got an obvious weak will."
- Bloodshed: "Where I came from... the streets are... well, let's just say there's a lot more bloodshed than what most might imagine."
- Spicy Food: "It burns me, I'm not kidding. The mildest spice sets my tongue on fire."
- The School Uniform: "Really, it's the skirt. I hate it. I hate skirts. I burned the last dress I wore to a party and then buried it... yeah.
- Makeup: "It makes my face feel like plastic and it makes people look unlrealistic. It's not natural."
- Sunny Days: "I've never been one for bright lights or high temperatures, both exhaust me and give me headaches."
- Being Underestimated: I'm a girl, I'm small, and I seem fragile. But I was raised by the streets. Don't think I won't draw blood."
"The one time I allowed myself to relax amongst friends, we're surrounded... and I burn everything down."
History:
Catherine remembers nothing of her parents or family. The first nine years of her life are blank to her, no memories reside, only sounds and smells and unrecognizable voices that sometimes surface when she sleeps. So she never knew, never learned she was from a family of Hunters feared by Vampires around the world. From age ten she had a life of running form orphanages and foster families, learning to survive on her own because she couldn't stand what others were wanting to put her through in those places. The ever-growing need to be taken in, the heart break every time it doesn't happen or when a friend leaves. Even at such a young age she didn't like the sound of that, so she lived on the street, making truer friends than what she ever wouldn've made in those false homes. She learned to fight, and to survive, who to trust and who to not even look at. Catherine, as she grew older, grew bolder and more skilled with her abilities until she could walk through the streets and wouldn't even look homeless with what she could get herself. Her name, or rather a nickname of hers, became whispered by the lips of those more familiar with the streets as she become some sort of a story... then she saw her first vampire.
It was cold out that night, October winds beginning to settle into the streets as chills ran down the backs of those living there. The man had been sitting on a bus stop bench for hours on end, waiting for something, Catherine simply watched. And odd feeling in her gut compelled her to watch him from the shadows, though he seemed like any other man, she did has she felt she should. She stayed, still and cold in a corner of shadows as the man did so in the light. Then a girl came along, appearing stressed as she sat on the other end of the bench to wait for the bus. The man began making small talk with the flustered woman, getting slowly, almost unnoticably closer until he was so close they could kiss. Something caused Catherine's breathe to stop, as if she was supposed to do something about some unseen thing, and then she saw the man close in on the woman's neck. He bit in. Catherine watched. He drained the woman. Catherine clenched her fists. He left the body there. Catherine ran.
After that night, she stayed up longer into the night, early into the morning using firelight and smoke to keep awake. She only ever slept with her back in a corner and a mild light near, and as long as there was sound she was fine. She became watchful of everything and everyone, and avoided those that gave her gut the same feeling as that man had though she didn't know if it was just some feeling or if it meant something. Finally, she found a rundown old building housing people like her, and she allowed herself to sleep there for a few nights. She allowed herself to be befriended, convinced to stay longer with the promise of safety. But at the end of the week, she found out what it really was. It was a feeding out, one where the urchins of the street would gather for a place to sleep and would find themselves feeding the monsters Catherine now feared. She woke with fangs in her neck and arms, but she broke free. She struggled and writhed and panicked until she was out of their grasp and able to set a match. The young woman with white hair and firey eyes burned the feeding house to the ground, and left with blood seeping from odd wounds.
The day she heard of Aurora Academy was an odd one. A woman with a kind smile and cheerful gaze had spoken with her, letting slip the names of the academy Catherine now attends. It was strange because... the woman gave her that same gut-tugging feeling as the man and the monsters she'd burnt down, but she was too kind and, when she saw her bite scars said nothing. Catherine, intrigued and thinking it could be a good experience, asked more about this Academy. Later, she found herself applying for it, but leaving out enough information to seem rather normal. She didn't lie about her life or skills she just... didn't say some things. Nowadays, she tends to spend more time in her own little world in her free time but listening intently to the lessons. She feels like people avoid her, like knowing what she knows and living the life she did had built up some sort of aura around her that warded others off. It's not like she minds it, actually. Catherine isn't amongst those that crowd around the Night Class either, she actually quite the opposite. She avoids them, getting the same gut feeling from them as she did all the others, but she sometimes helps keep the other hormonal teen girls in check whether the Day/Night Watches know it or not.
"Sometimes I think that, perhaps I didn't actually see what had been happening that night. Maybe I'd just gone mad. Maybe I burned my sanity along with my friends and those monsters so long ago."