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...
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A name, he wanted a name. For a few seconds the only thing the girl could do is open and close her mouth, lips trying to form sounds as her eyebrows furrowed, a pained expression highlighting her delicate features. After a few moments Saken hissed between her teeth and ended the noise with a high pitched Reowr. In her own made up cat language it would translate to "Saken", but she doubted he - or anyone- would get that.
Her tail lashed behind he back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
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Although she understood, sort of, his words thanks to his translation thing it was clear that he could tell she was having some sort of troubles. When he pointed to her mouth, although he had mentioned food earlier, she reached under the table and pulled out a human's half of a leg and plopped it on the table and beamed.
The leg was wrapped in plastic and was tied in a brown bag, much like one would get from the butcher block. It didn't look like a human leg but if he knew the scent of old blood and human it would be very, very apparent what was in the bag.
Saken mimed eating and pointed at the bag.
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He handed her the food back and she cocked her head tot he side, ears flat onto her white curls. Confusion was clearly present on her face and she searched his for the answer that wasn't in his words. The blueish tint and the sweat on his face would have tipped a normal humanoid off but Saken was far from a normal humanoid.
With a shrug the woman dropped the bag back under the table, where it landed with a wet thud. She sniffed the air with a low,throaty purr. The smell of dead flesh made her stomach rumble but she had eaten a dead body once before in the bar and still had the scars on her back.
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Her ears twitched with each sound that came from his lips. Once he removed the thing from his ear and spoke in his home tongue she jerked. His voice was deeper and more natural now. Once more her head cocked, eyes narrowed at the translator and then on his lips as he spoe. "Gahweet" she repeated back to him, knicking her lower lip on her upper set of fangs.
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"GoooKahrt", she stated sternly, brows furrowed. Her green and gold eyes were fixated firmly on his finger and ,eventually he would realize she would think finger and the word, "Go Kart", would become interchangeable. Her eyes flashed back up to his face, her lips twisting into the biggest and brightest smile that she had
"Go kart!!" she screamed the word at him now, laughing and clapping her hands - she was like a giant child.
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Alighieri evaporated into existence with a foul
hum emanating from what seemed to be the very walls themselves. After what felt like nearly an aeon, all sound was annihilated from existence as he manifested his corporeal form.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~
he exhaled, extending his claw-rife hand towards the center of the room as a faint red glow began to illuminate the mysteriously-darkening Bar.
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."
