Name: Arc

Species: Felis

Age: 16

Position: Jemane Dethasiel's Servant

Description: Arc is a dainty little creature sporting distinct feline physiology, her fur is a subtle mix of pale grey and clean white; her luminous eyes are as large and colourful as chrysoberyl gemstones, all the while her form is clad in children sized replicas of servant's clothing, for in all her lithe and exotic appearances she is at heart and soul a possession of the Dethasiel household.

History: 'Found' during a southbound expedition at the age tender age of three years old, barely past the point of requiring her mother's milk, Arc was taken by into the human kingdom to be sold for profit as yet another exotic good, however fate may of been kind to her upon the day she was placed upon the auction block for this was a day a certain Jemane Dethasiel was being escorted by his father to visit their holdings in the centre of the city; one such holding was reached by passing by the square the sale of slaves took place in - and by passing through, Jemane's eyes passed over the crowd to Arc. Now at the tender age of eight, Jemane was still of an age where he looked at the world with wonder and the carefree attitude that is washed away by adulthood and the teenage years - it was this innocent and benign child who so loudly proclaimed across the crowd and the near tolerance of his father that he just had to have the feline curiosity.

So deep were pockets dug to purchase Arc, for Jemane's childish persistence eventually wore down upon the nerves and sanity of his father until he finally conceded to part with the gold if only to keep his insipid son quiet for a few weeks whilst he continued tutoring him in the art of managing the family as his heir. Thus Arc entered service of the family, initially as a playmate and companion to Jemane, later a drudge servant and errand girl within the limits of the family estate and seats of power - for despite her status as a servant (slave), she was still non-human and the general populace looked all too unkindly upon her in public.

Even as a servant in position, Arc is and probably will remain the closest thing Jemane has to a friend, social rulings decree the man is much too busy to partake in the frivolity that is friendship, thus he confides in her, talks with her and treats her above her station when out of the view of the rest of the servant body - perhaps because of this, she would deign to follow him anywhere, even on upon the strange trips he now seeks to make to recoup the losses his family has suffered due to the new ruler.