Description
A combination of matted, unkempt black and brown fur
in uneven horizontal lines come together to form the
figure of this stalwart Fela. Piercing yellow eyes
stare narrowly while her head looks about curiously,
ever watchful. Sharply pointed ears rotate randomly
about, listening carefully to her surroundings. They
flatten down slightly and she fixes her gaze quickly
towards you, noticing your scrutiny. A set of ivory
white fang-like teeth protrude past her upper lip,
appearing very sharp in nature. Her paws, bearing
large, muddied-brown claws, seem disproportionate
to the rest of her figure--they seem very lethal and
stained just slightly blood-red. This Fela remains
in a warrior's battle stance constantly. She appears
very well trained, strong and agile, common amongst
this race. She absently snorts, seemingly directed
towards you perhaps, and she continues tending to
her business. Along with the backpack she wears,
which has a roughly carved stone statue poking out
of the top, she is wearing:
Role
Deception
Added Sat Dec 23 00:19:44 2006 at level 1:
WHACK! This mother-figure Fela slams a frying pan over
Kazee's head... hard. It knocked her out! That seems
like a strange thing to do. Of course, when you have
social problems like Kazee does--and a fanatic desire
to eat lots of catnip--maybe it isn't such a crazy thing
after all.
With a huge, sore...painful...pissed off..."WHAT THE HELL!"
Kazee sat there rubbing her head. She was all
covered in mud. It was raining. What a terrible day!
"This is going to ruin my fur!" She began wondering
just where the hell she was, and, quite frankly, she
didn't have a damn clue. All she knew is she was
sinking into the mud, her claws were dirty, her fur
was getting ruined, and someone better have a damn
good explanation!
Kazee's ears perked up when she started "hearing
things". Admittedly, she was actually sort of scared.
Well, that's understandable. Lost...wet...hurt...
angry... Not a very good thing to be, when you're
"hearing things". She got up... cursing... a lot, and
started slowly and quietly making her way through the
disgusting marshland of a hell she was in
Chaos
Added Sat Dec 23 00:23:14 2006 at level 1:
- * * * -
So Kazee's been lost in this freaking swamp for maybe
two months now. She certainly couldn't tell you... at
least nothing more than "WAY TOO DAMN LONG!" Although,
she is rather proud of herself. And what's not to be
proud of? She's been in here for couple months and...
I don't know how... managed to survive. I suppose that
says something about her character. Stubborn!
She has every intention of hitting SOMEONE over the
head... and with a lot more than a frying pan, that's
for certain! Every time she thinks about it, a bit of
zealousness overcomes her, and she gets that much more
determined. She continues to march her way through the
mud. She came across a puddle of standing water the
other day... she didn't even recognize herself. She
was a hideous swamp-thing!
So... She's had to kill an alligator, some snakes...
more alligators... more snakes... eat bugs, drink
dirty water. Sounds like paradise! But paradise was
just around the bend. Sitting there, like some gift
from the heavens, a battered up stone statue was
sticking half-way out from the mud. Kazee, not being
so bright, tried to pick the thing up and take a bite
out of it. Real strong genes there. With the statue
hanging half-way out of her mouth, she looks up in
dumbfounded amazement and drops the statue.
It might as well have been a mound of catnip with
"Kazee" written all over it. Actually, it looked like
a way out of the swamp. She'd been traveling in
circles all day long, like any non-experienced person
might. But this was glory! She headed out... stopped...
turned around and picked up the statue of an "Imp",
and continued her way out... laughing like some sort
of lunatic set free from jail.
Wisdom
Added Sat Dec 23 00:24:40 2006 at level 1:
Really though, after all this time of being on her
own, Kazee managed to learn a thing or two. What she
did realize is that being on her own, she didn't have
to do stupid chores, say "yes mother", get strange
looks from other villagers... She was on her very own
program and was able to do whatever she wanted! Of
course, she also learned how to survive in one of
the harshest habitats on Thera! But that's just an
afterthought to Kazee.
She decided she wasn't going back. Screw that.
There was nothing but a bunch of gossiping hens(Fela)
there anyway. As a matter of fact, Kazee was going
to start her own little village... and only she was
invited--which comes as no surprise. It would be
called... Kazeeland! Right here in the swamp too!
Where no one would go! Just her and her statue, and
a whole lot of catnip!
Kazee made her own little dwelling hole there in
the swampland, coming and going as she pleases. She's
pretty much forgotten all about her past--whether
memory). Who knows? She was pretty much a swamp-junky.
She prayed to her precious little statue periodically,
usually when she was high, believing it gave her
supernatural strength. Yeah, not too bright... But
still, she was growing in strength in other ways.
She was slowly becoming a masterful swamp-Fela-thing.