Chamistala
Apr 22, 2012 1:32:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2012 1:32:03 GMT -5
Original
Name: Chamistala
Age: 18
Species: Mutated Human
Planet of Origin: New New New New New New New New New New New New York
Occupation: Pick Pocket
Physical Description: Medium height Causcasion, with shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, wide smile and smallish build. Has cat-like reflexes and can turn into a cat when threatened.
Personality: Shy until she gets to know you, very friendly and bubbly after; easily spooked(occasionally will cause her to change), but quick to recover.
History: She lost her parents at the age of 14 and was left homeless with her younger sister in the city of New New New New New New New New New New New New York. She lost her younger sister when she (Chamistala) was abducted in the park. Has not found her sister yet, this is her main goal in all she does: to ultimately find her (although she keeps this a secret to most, unless they know her on a personal level). When she was abducted, she found herself in a lab with a scientist experimenting on her. Then her new life began (along with her new love for tuna).
Additional Medical Information: Had unknown experiments on her body when she was abducted. All that she really knows is that she now mutates into a feline form at will (and when spooked, which is how she found out about her new, what she calls, power).
RP sample
Chamistala woke up in a beautiful garden, the sun shining down on her, warming her skin. She looked around and sniffed at the blades of grass in front of her nose. She smiled. Delightful, she thought. She sat up and heard the far off noises of birds chirping. At that, Chamistala got up and started trotting up to the gate and jumped on it, feeling the wind in her fur. She stopped and thought about it, as panic slowly began to engulf her.
Chamistala looked down slowly, fearing what she would see there. As she gazed upon two cat paws and a breast of fur, her fear was actualized. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a yowl. No, no, no, no, no! What in the hell is going on here?! She yowled again in panic and began to claw at herself. Wake up! Damnit, Chamistala, wake up!
When she had clawed several deep scratches into her front legs, she collapsed in a heap on the stone gate, trying to catch her breath. Her ear twitched as she head a door open and a pleasant voice floated through the air. Chanirra! She raced towards the voice, seeing a younger version of her and sister entering their childhood home. Chamistala ran to the walkway just as the door closed behind her sister, she sighed then, realizing the sound of foot steps behind her, she turned around…and looked straight into her mother’s face. “Mum,” she attempted to ask, though it was just a meow.
Name: Chamistala
Age: 18
Species: Mutated Human
Planet of Origin: New New New New New New New New New New New New York
Occupation: Pick Pocket
Physical Description: Medium height Causcasion, with shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, wide smile and smallish build. Has cat-like reflexes and can turn into a cat when threatened.
Personality: Shy until she gets to know you, very friendly and bubbly after; easily spooked(occasionally will cause her to change), but quick to recover.
History: She lost her parents at the age of 14 and was left homeless with her younger sister in the city of New New New New New New New New New New New New York. She lost her younger sister when she (Chamistala) was abducted in the park. Has not found her sister yet, this is her main goal in all she does: to ultimately find her (although she keeps this a secret to most, unless they know her on a personal level). When she was abducted, she found herself in a lab with a scientist experimenting on her. Then her new life began (along with her new love for tuna).
Additional Medical Information: Had unknown experiments on her body when she was abducted. All that she really knows is that she now mutates into a feline form at will (and when spooked, which is how she found out about her new, what she calls, power).
RP sample
Chamistala woke up in a beautiful garden, the sun shining down on her, warming her skin. She looked around and sniffed at the blades of grass in front of her nose. She smiled. Delightful, she thought. She sat up and heard the far off noises of birds chirping. At that, Chamistala got up and started trotting up to the gate and jumped on it, feeling the wind in her fur. She stopped and thought about it, as panic slowly began to engulf her.
Chamistala looked down slowly, fearing what she would see there. As she gazed upon two cat paws and a breast of fur, her fear was actualized. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a yowl. No, no, no, no, no! What in the hell is going on here?! She yowled again in panic and began to claw at herself. Wake up! Damnit, Chamistala, wake up!
When she had clawed several deep scratches into her front legs, she collapsed in a heap on the stone gate, trying to catch her breath. Her ear twitched as she head a door open and a pleasant voice floated through the air. Chanirra! She raced towards the voice, seeing a younger version of her and sister entering their childhood home. Chamistala ran to the walkway just as the door closed behind her sister, she sighed then, realizing the sound of foot steps behind her, she turned around…and looked straight into her mother’s face. “Mum,” she attempted to ask, though it was just a meow.