Description
Name: Saken
Age: Adult.
Race: A sort of Cat-Deamon like creature, that goes through a process to be turned into something that resembles a humanoid like creature.
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Positive Racial Abilities: heightened senses, of course.
Negative Racial Abilities: cannibalism(or the consumption of flesh and blood of a humanoid creature)/ A heightened sense of hunger.
Racial Abnormalities: The extra appendages/warped personality.
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: --((Who gives a shit?))
Marital Status: --((Really. =I))
Handedness: Ambidextrous in any way it counts.
Primary Language: English/ the Common language in the multiverse.
Secondary Language: N/A
Appearance: Original picture by: I dunno, but it isn't mine.
Photo edited and made wondrous by Relic, from RPG.
Saken is a rather extraordinary specimen when considering her physical appearance. She's short, standing at maybe four feet and nine inches in height (4'9), with an extra two inches of height provided by the set of cat-like ears that are set on the side's of her head. These feline like appendages are furred with black fur. Along with these odd ears, the woman's head is covered in a shock of white hair that falls down her body, tangled locks that are tied into knots, littered with leaves. She has high cheekbones, a full mouth. She's beautiful savage. Supernatural.
Considering odd aspects, the woman is cursed with the condition of Heterochromia iridis, or the differentiate in the color of her left and right iris. Her left iris is a golden color and her right is a light green. Her fingers, the elegant digits, are tipped with slightly curved claws, about three centimeters in length. Inside of the girl's mouth, adorning both her upper and lower jaw, are fangs, much like one would see in a cat.
On the female's left cheek is a crescent-shaped scar placed high up on her cheeks and beneath her golden eye. Generally the female is seen as a rather unclean specimen, rolling around in the dirt and the like. This is meant to change- as soon as she can meet someone with the patience to teach her self hygiene.
Personality
As for personality, Saken is a rather peculiar creature in this form as well. Despite the fact that most people have certain aspects that do not change, no matter how old they grow, Saken is not like this. Since she goes through 'sessions' of her ages, much like human's go through their teen years and younger years, Saken experiences a maturity jump whenever this happens. Because of this maturity jump she can fluctuate between personalities whenever this happens. As such Saken has been going through some changes- think puberty, and her old personality that people may know is not the same.
-- At this point in time Saken appears to be more cranky than before, rather disliking her delicate stature and shortness. As such she could either be pissed off at being called cute, or sulk.
-- Being highly intelligent, Saken dislikes being regarded as a dumb creature because of her unfortunate mistaken identity of a neko.
-- Is, actually, a rather charming woman-child, despite the fact that she does not really know much of, or understand, much of the society that she is surrounded by. Because of this she may seem dumb, naive, and adorable.
-- She's not.
Equipment
The only Equipment that Saken ever has on her, at all times, is her clothing, which can fluxuate. Otherwise what she has will be stated in the posts.
History
At first...
Saken was no more than a creature, devoid of the emotion which makes humanity tic, that tells you what is right and what is wrong... She was a creature purely ruled by her body, by the hunger that rippled through her, by the simple thought of what was hers and what was not.
Of who was an enemy and who was a person a family, a kit, a mate. As such the girl was rather anti-social, getting into fights with anything that was bigger than her (which happened to be almost the entire population). the female was, at this time, attempting to prove that she was the Alpha-Creature
The first human thought...
Feeling was so odd to the girl at first, and she didn't understand it. The first moment a word, something that those creatures had spoken slipped from her mouth she was shocked, horrified.
Being able to think was something so odd and it had happened so quickly. There were moments when her head was just filled with this stuff, this nonsense. It was then that she learned what friends meant, what talking was- what she was. A creature, an animal, a human.
It was then that she learned of the hunger that plagued her and, when there is hunger, there is food...
And so she feasted.
Growing up...
It's never easy growing up and, for Saken, it was no different from a humanoid type creature. She got bigger, she filled out, her bone structure changed and the like. She gained the form she would have as an adult and the intelligence, which she rarely ever used, as well. It was nothing different from any other person in the world.
Except the hunger, but..
Well, a girl has to eat.
Currently...
- Blank Slate, So far. This is the history as writin on the 21 of july, wed. 2010. -
So begins...
Anger seemed to flash through the beings entire form, her body going rigid, a soft growl falling from full lips. The words he spoke- she could not understand them, knew nothing of what he was saying, besides the fact it was noise that assaulted her poor ears.The feline shifted the slightests of bits, her hair falling like a curtain over her torso as she dragged her nails along the table, all in order to show her frustration at the barrier between them.
Lips parted, for a moment, a stutter falling from her lips, "Don't," was all she could say- all that she knew that had a negative connotation. She could not say, "I do not know how to speak English," for she did not know all the words, nor could she say her name- for she had none.
It was hard to be an animal, trapped in a human form.
She felt disturbed, as if perhaps the being(s) in front of her where not all that she could see, or sense. She felt as if they were putting a weight upon her, not a physical one, but rather a mental one, which brought to light all her downfalls with her inability to communicate or to understand their odd behavior. Her eyes danced away from the form in front of her, instead fixating on a place around it's right shoulder, lips curled back to expose fangs that adorned her upper and lower jaw.
The moment the mental, unspoken connection began, Saken leaped backwards, as if the new distance between the two could erase the unspoken connection, fear overriding her simple mind. She was terrified- to put it simply, her heart beat becoming erratic, her lips curved upwards to present her fangs to the other once more, fingers bleeding as the skin split and claws grew a few more centimeters outwards, wickedly sharp.
She wanted to speak, wanted to shove all these emotions at the other, like some form of a weapon, to warm him hat she was dangerous, she was not prey, but to do so would make the animalstic woman feel just like that- an animal. She was sick of that, the feeling of sickening anger and shame that came with being unable to do more than stuff her face and think of territory. She was ready to become human - or, at least, the closest that one such as her could get to human.
Once again, the feline found herself at the bar, although this time it was not out of a need to feed, or the want to find prey. No, this time it was to try and rid her mind of the confusion that had settled heavily upon her slight frame. The fear that was usually present in the neko's mind, the fear that came from not knowing anything, but knowing that she did not know. The woman's nose scrunched upwards, her mismatched eyes focused upon the ground.
She was walking - upright, as if she were a human being, which she was. If you ignored the extra appendages settled upon the top of her head and collarbone. The woman's dark tail twitched back and forth, flickering through the air, her nose scrunching upwards as she choked back the soft purr that attempted to slip free from her lips in pleasure.
She was becoming more and more like the human being that her mentality was tricking her into believing. Fingers were curled upwards, slight claws digging into her palms as she used the slightest bite of pain to make sure that she was focused on walking. She would be a human. She would learn.
She'd understand, soon.
There must have been a reason for her to stumble in, and then she spotted it. Of course, the male last time had forced her into fear from their last encounter. The woman, of course, had frozen with her lips parted and her eyes wide, those eccentric mismatched orbs focused intently upon the two, her gaze dropping to the floor as her claws lengthened and pricked at the skin for a few moments. She was afraid- terrified, of course.
But what if he could help her? What if he could make it so that she would know these things that she knows, that she thought she knows. Without words, it would be hard- but perhaps he could help her overcome that issue, as well?
Taking a deep breath the feline headed forward with slow, measured, steps. Gaze once more focused upon that of the two-in-one deal before her.
Neko Saken wiggled herself into the bar- somehow. The neko stood at a rather large height (for her kind) at 4'11, and she was swaying side to side as if she were drunk. She was not, she was simply devoid of a tail, something that had fallen off when she had gone through 'puberty'. It was kinda hard for her to walk now, and she appeared to be drunk.
The neko managed her way to a seat and flung her body into it.
The cat woman wiggled her eyebrows a little bit, crossing her arms and putting them on the table as she leaned her mass onto it, "Milk please?" She called out, to the bartender.
The cat woman, being a cat woman, did what most cats would do and managed to slide her mass to seat herself on the new, stranger. She figured, what with the nod and all, he'd be ompliant to petting her atop the head, cause she was a good kitty, oh yes she was.
aken didn't actually know what the word you used would be for getting something that you had wanted, so she blinked at the snowman and parted her lips, letting out a long purring noise in gratitude.
She may look like a human, but she was still far to much of a feline for most people's taste.
Neko Saken failed whispered.
The neko-like creature, whom was hidden beneath the bar and curled up int a small little ball, shot out from beneath the structure at the loud thud noise. The white-haired feline straightened up- as much as she could without falling down- and peered about with multicolored optics narrowed.
Who had dare to wake (more like scared her) up!? She hissed a bit, lips drawing back to expose sharpened teeth.
The feline, much like most would do after realizing that they had made a fool of themselves, gave a delicate snort and turned her head from the male (though, she kept an eye on him in her perphial vision). The cat-thing scrunched her nose up and planted her bottom on the bar top, crossing her legs and pushing her fingernails through tangled white locks, golden-red and green orbs switching their focus from Lukas, to Nobody, and to the bar.
She was obviously very pretty, yes. And the queen of the bar. Obviously.
It wasn't everyday- recently, that is- that the Neko-esque creature visited the bar for the pure pleasure of people watching. She had, once more, advanced from her native state (that of a mewling, hungry kitten creature). Now the woman sauntered into the bar, the black ears that topped her head flicking ever so slightly as she took in the multitude of conversations. Mismatched eyes fixated on the bartop, though, as she hurried to it.
She had to get something into her stomach before her people watching became people eating- and she didn't want to do that. Not yet, at least. She wanted to learn her prey, know her prey. Become them.
For a moment, the girl stopped, her eyes narrowing in confusion before she realized that the "Good Afternoon," was not for her- luckily for them, because her nature dictated to eat their omelets if they had talked to her. With a quick shake of brilliant white curls, the catcreature climbed herself onto a stool and perched there, head tilted curiously.
At the mention of salmon, Saken purred, lips stretching into a smile to show off the delicate fangs that adorned her upper and lower jaw, just like her feline counter part. The woman's ears twitched once more, in pleasure knowing that she'd get food- and not have to pay, or snag it, when someone wasn't looking. And it was meat! Just what the flesh eater needed to refrain from taking a bite out of a tasty looking man or woman.
"Thank you," she stuttered out. It was hard to talk with fangs, and Saken did not have that much practice talking yet, since she had just 'grown up' from the growling and hissing stage. Not that she had STOPPED growling and hissing, she had just decided to try and use her words.
Saken was unsure of what a 'fist bump' was, and watched it in mild fascination, green and golden eyes wide as she stored away the motion for a later use, perhaps. "I'm Me!" She proclaimed, sure of whom she was. She didn't particularly have an actual name, though, seeing as most people simply called her Neko, for the creature she appeared to be like- if they got the chance to talk. With a slight nod to her head, the woman adjusted herself onto the new stool nearer to the duo and shoved her face close to the brother, Malware, ignoring all types of personal space.
"What's that?" She questioned, her nose scrunched up as the bitter odor of coffee filled her head with it's scent.
Saken blinked a few times, not quite sure why Malware had scooted away from her. The girl licked her chops- removing any stray pieces of meat that might have stuck to her teeth in the process- and sat back onto her stool again, lips curved downwards into a frown! The woman's ears dropped, as well, giving her an overall look of a pouting child.
Saken sat back up, back ramrod straight, and flashed the questioning one a smile, once more full of teeth. She didn't have enough common sense, it would seem, to hide the fangs from sight. She shifted a little bit, "What is coffee?" She was still stuttering, voice wavering as she attempted to push the words from behind her teeth, knicking her lower lip on a fang as she made the 'ff' sound in coffee.
At the mention of her 'name', she turned and flashed another fanged grin. "I'm Me!" She proclaimed, with all the enthusiasm of a child. Shifting a bit more, the woman turned her attention back to Malware. "But it smells..." She didn't have a word in her vocabulary to describe it, yet, and so instead flailed her arms around and laid her ears atop her white curls and hissed. Loudly.
As the child-kitten fell backwards, and hiccuped into a kitten again, Saken snatched it up (or tried to, at the very least) her ears drooping once more. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong to make Malware yell at her, but she was properly chastised. "Sorry," she mumbled out, tongue flicking out to catch the beaded drops of blood from her self-inflicted wounds. "Coffee," she stated in William's general direction, "Is," and she hissed again.
Surely -someone- would understand that it smelled bad!
Saken cooed, her nose wiggling as her cheek was patted. She stuck her tongue out at the little girl, rocking it slightly. She -did- have the maternal instinct, of course, being a female and being capable of having children. She beamed once more, before blinking. She was not quite sure what Malware was talking about- she wasn't holding it upside down by it's leg. Sure, she wasn't supporting it's head- but, it could crawl. It could hold it's head up, she assumed.
