Description

As most neko`s, Mikhaela strenth does not lie in her physical appearance. She`s only a little over 5 foot tall en slender build. Her long wavy locks that fall down to the height of her waist are pitchblack as well as her furry ears and tail. Her facial features are delicate yet strong, with full lips and small nose. The only flaw in her beauty might be that her green catlike eyes are a little too far set, one of them scarred from her brow down to halfway her cheeck. Her face is not the only thing that`s been damaged though. On her right side from the shoulder down, her arm`s been replaced by a mechanical one as she lost the real one in battle. Her style varies though usually she is dark and simply clad to not stand out or lately since she has become more confident she is been spotted in, revealing though darkly toned, dresses usually in the black or red tones Her fair skin is covered in various tattoos and piercings, lips usually dyed in a firey shade of red.

Personality

She seems a little distant, but when she feels at ease she is kind, funny even at times. Years of being alone can make her a little socially akward but she does long for people around her. Will only fight out of selfdefense. As of late she has grown more confident, using her beauty and a bit of charm to get what she needs.

Equipment

Her claws if no other weapons available. The ones on her left are natural feline claws, the one on her right razorsharp surgeon steel. When it comes to blades she prefers short swords or knifes.

History

Born and raised a neko, Mikaela has become a confident young woman despite of the ears and tail that made her an oddity in the little town where she was born, as the small population there, her mother being one of them, consisted of merely humans, or at least people who appeared to be humans. Her father, who had past the panther genes on to her has never been part of her life as she was the result of one stolen night before he`d fled the scene again. Still her mother`s eyes glossed over when she spoke of the strange young men that had appeared in the villages years ago. Then misfortune sprung upon their little family of two and her mother got ill. Black death held the kind woman within it`s iron grip untill all life had fled her. Her mother was not yet burried when the villagers turned against her. She was a freak, somehow she must have had something to do with the lethal disease that tortured the town. It was then that Mikaela left her home and started wandering around, never knowing what would happen next day, just trying to survive. It was a tough life as she was not the only one that wandered the lands she lived in. Everyday was a struggle for survive although with every fight she grew stronger, faster and more able to protect herself. But one day it all went wrong. As she was hunting for food she stumbled upon one of the outlaws that lived in those woods asking for the usual randsom for passage. Naturally she refused and they got into a nasty fight which caused the loss of her right arm. Luckily she was found by an old man that lived nearby. Most called him crazy, some called him brilliant but fact is that he managed to replace Mikhaela`s arm with a mechanical one and took care of her as long as was needed. He too got sick though and not long after they met he passed away. Mikhaela burried him and got on her way again though the thought that she brought misfortune upon all she cared about never left her mind from that point on.