Wyatti

[Wyatti]

Wyatti Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back Name: Wyatti (pronounced: Why-tee) Race: Kelvic - Clouded Leopard Age: 1 year (looks currently pre-adolescent) Birthday: Winter 89th 511 Gender: Female Height: still currently growing, her full adult height will be 5”6’ when she gets there. Weight: 70.0lb Profession: Likes: Coffee, the scent reminds her of mother when she was not a ‘scarf’, and high places (hence is commonly found sitting off the ground on window sills, beams and walls). Dislikes: collars and chains. And large crowds of people- too many eyes- and it stinks. Also mean people. Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: None Poor Language: None Physical Description: The Face of the Human Small, but she is only young after all. Bright eyed, the mind of a child filling her, big round kitten like eyes… At least that’s what she should have looked like. Dirty, dusty-grey looking hair covered her face, a look of uncertainty in her eyes, humans and those that looked like them making her tremble. Around her neck are scar marks, a collar that has been kept on too long, and a sign perhaps of a cruel owner. Her form is thin, her eyes hungry looking, but most importantly searching constantly for an answer to “why?” She nervously bites at her lip, a brief flash of long canines peeking out before disappearing again. Pale skinned, dark shadows having formed around her yellow-green eyes, vacant of fun and the liveliness that should be seen in a child. She keeps herself lightly clothed and barefoot, allowing her a quick escape into her more bestial nature if need be; sticking to rough, worn clothing. Perhaps it is her small nature that makes her look young, pre-adolescent, barely into what the humans would call her teen years. Her hands are uncertain, and untrained, not use to grasping and holding along with the mannerisms of a human. When cleaned up she takes on a lighter sheen. Though still pale skinned, her eyes brighten, her hair turns to the colour of ash, a warm golden glow, a look of mischief filling her. She still however is prone to shying away and turning even into a full run when faced with the wrong person. Physical Description: The Nature of the Beast A clouded leopard, dark grey fur covered by dusty-grey and darker blotches. Broken dark stripes run across her face, with large yellow eyes staring at who ever looks. Small, barely over half a metre in length, a long swishing tail kept close. At her young age she could easily be mistaken for a large house cat, but as she grows older so will her size also grow. She could become a powerful creature, but her previous ‘master’ made her timid and frightened even when in this form. It is the form she is most use to, though it is not preferred. In time it is clear she will become stronger, if she were to let herself. OC About Cloud Leopards : Clouded Leopards by nature are smaller than their cousins, they often weigh between 25 and 51 lb, with females having a head-to-body length from 27 to 37 inches (not even a metre), with a matching tail length, and an shoulder height from 9.8 to 16 inches. Simply put, this is not a typical "big cat", there is lots of humans out there who are a lot heavier! Character Concept: Look into my eyes Cold, alone. The Kelvic stares upon humans with little trust due to her previous master. Humans make her feel nervous; she can never tell if they will be nasty or nice. Not that she is bias on their nature, if the right person was to come along however and show her a different light she may open up. Those that become precious to her will begin to notice her unselfish interest in the welfare of other, beyond simple care. But in the meanwhile, a firm no touching regulation is kept unless in dire circumstances. Quiet, rarely speaking, she is an observer. In her animal form her senses are heightened and when human Wyatti carrying over a heightened sense of smell and low light vision. Other than do not go out to harm others unless the only option, otherwise Wyatt is only set on trying to find a place of safety and belonging, without the cold hand of abuse. When with the comfort of people she knows she is naturally curious, a want to understand and know more pushing her forward. She is lively and alert, a keen interest in learning new things but a strong want to succeed at everything in the first attempt. This makes her prone to being grouchy and unsociable at the best of times, but when Wyatti does succeed her face lights up with a large grin. This Kelvic does not lack energy, making it difficult to keep her in one place for too long. When alone she is prone to explore, to find new places and adventure forth. In terms of combat and fighting, Wyatti is faced with the age old choice of flight or fight. Most often this Kelvic would take the option to run, to save herself from damage and harm, but when backed into a corner with no other option she is prone to turning vicious and violent. She will not back down and do all in her power to achieve what she desires. Much like when in combat, when with words she keen to find out exactly what she wants, with nothing stopping her from what she truly desires. Character History: Thoughts of a child Kelvic Cold chain, tight around the neck. It kept me in form, stuck and imprisoned. Claws and paws would not remove it, nor would my master; instead he would just sit there and laugh, before delivering a swift kick. He was cruel, he would remove it when I came closer to my forth season, but only for short times, and even then he was cruel again. He kept me in this state, this cat, his ‘leopard’ as he called me. He use to parade about, showing off his stuff, I couldn’t get use to it, not after what he did to mother. He now wears her round his neck, a scarf that he throws about. One day, he got angry. He threw a vase in his rage, and I ran. Simple as. I ran, and ran. Stuck in my form sure, but I ran, and ran. I had to get away, he said he would kill me, I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to be like mother. I’m not sure how far I ran, but I guess it doesn’t matter now, I can’t go home, he’ll kill me. It’s weird outside, is it autumn, or is it winter? There are so many shades. I wonder if mother saw this… Mother. I miss you. Unbonded, unmated, and not allowed to leave, Wyatt was confined in her early years and knowing very little of the outside world of her “Master’s” house. She never saw him as her master, that was her mother's position before her untimely demise. From a young age her mother was taken from her, and so began receiving the brunt of his anger, with any form of understanding for him and other humans slowly slipping away. The last lot of abuse spiralled down and struck at her very core, with absolute terror and fear pushing her to flee. Now, lost in the outside world for the first time and stuck with only what she started with as she ran away. It would have been nothing if her master had not decided to tie a rucksack around her and keeping money in it for “safety”. The collar itself is designed to stop her from returning to her human form. After escaping however during the Winter of 512, Wyatti's real life truly began. She broke out from the hell that had contained her and raced for the outside, not holding back until she finally collapsed from exhaustion. There she met one of the first humans she would get to know on the outside world, recovering in the short amount of time she had in the human's care before leaving again. Everything Else: That you need to know ]   Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Acrobatics 10 SP +2XP 12 Novice Brawling 2XP 2 Novice Hunting 10 RB 10 Novice Observation 10 SP +2XP 12 Novice Philosophy 1 XP 1 Novice Rhetoric 1XP 1 Novice Running 10 SP +2XP 12 Novice Socialization 3XP 3 Novice Unarmed Combat 20 SP +2XP 22 Novice   Magic Wyatti currently does not practice any magic.   Lores Lore of History of Zeltiva Lore of Zeltivan Culture Given A New Name: Elizabeth Hound: A Name From Sunberth Lance Tycan: The Liar Lance Tycan: Homeless Valo: The Observant Valo's Offer Recognizing Scents (Basic) Valo: A Father Figure Winning A Playful Duel Valo's Dream   Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots -Wool Scarf 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Backpack Iron Kelvic Collar 1 Short sword Blanket, Winter Flute, Wooden Dice Set, Ivory Leather Gloves Leather Belt Heirloom: A silver ring with a crest upon it. The crest itself appears to be a winged creature of sorts, but due to its size it is difficult to determine what it exactly is. It was her mother's that was given to her by her unknown father. Housing: None   Ledger Note: Recipts are noted as R(no) (season) (year) Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Starting house trade in +500 GM 600 GM Collar, Kelvic (Iron) -10 GM 590 GM Backpack -2 GM 589 GM Wool Scarf -7 CM 587.91 GM R1 Winter 5121 Short sword- 10gm, Blanket, Winter- 5sm, Flute Wooden- 5sm, Dice Set Ivory- 8 sm, Leather Gloves- 5 sm, Leather Belt- 2 sm -12 GM 575.91 GM Thread List: Keeping yourself busy   Winter 512 The Great Escape: Zeltiva 9th Winter 512- Cat in the Streets [Arianthe Swansong] 31st Winter 512- How to get lost 34th Winter 512- Fever Heat 38th Winter 512- And so the rain comes down 45th Winter 512- Chasing Rabbits 51st Winter 512- The Vanishing Cat 52nd Winter 512- Keeping yourself occupied 55th Winter 512- Swish? 63rd Winter 512- The midnight hour [Zivilist Gott] 68th Winter 512- What not to drink 76th Winter 512- Coffee 88th Winter 512- No more running   Spring 513 Contents yet to be made People Observations: Getting to know you   Zeltiva Arianthe Swansong- Seems nice, I like her food. Smells of flowers. "Hound"(Wrenmae)- Seems to play good cop, bad cop. Can do weird magic thing. Smells of pen ink, parchment and dusty books. Lance Tycan- All good intentions, just goes the wrong way about it. Smells of damp and horses. Valo- Play time!!! Smells of Oils and Paints. Ricky- Seems sad, hope he get's happy again soon. Smells faintly of fish and the sea. Reaver Riatal- Talks a lot but seems normal. Smells of burned wood. Kenneric Crow- Polite and clean, has the manners of a gentleman. Smells of the weird fluid used to preserve bodies. Skaiira- I think he's going to be the fun troublesome! Smells of... hmmm... Philomena Lefting- Raiden- Synthira- Quite quiet, seems not that good at conversation. Smells of lilies and the ocean.