Post by Khaz on Feb 6, 2010 15:22:04 GMT -5
Koyami Doma
The writing on the wall is in blood
Age: 17
Group: Shapeshifter - cat
Appearance/Photo:
History: I was born in what most would call an occult. I was the product of polgmy, of rotten old sperm in a supple woman's body. My father died of old age before I was ever even born. I was sheltered, some could say, for those early years; the occult drilling into our minds how we had to use the power of our spirit animals for good and how we would ascend to heaven. But I never really understood. Dogs are man's best friend; then what are cats? I was the problem child, and so they named me the spawn of the devil. THEY KICKED MY MOTHER OUT OF THE FRIGGIN OCCULT! Yes, I was about six, and mommy dearest was about 19. That's how bad it had been. She could never get enough food because she was always chasing me. And so when I was only 9, my mommy dearest died. I laughed. Good riddance. Who cares. I don't need her anymore.
But I was alone. I had to learn my skills all on my own. And so I would hunt in the daylight, when people would take pity on the cat and give it whatever scrape was in their pocket, or when the other cats weren't watching. I became rather good, and I began hunting at night, hating the humans that I lived amongst; even though I was one of them. I played with their minds whenever I saw them in my human form. I knew they wanted me; and I made sure they did with the clothes I would wear. I don't think I've worn a shirt that actually covered all of my torso since my mother died. And so you have it, oh, but I left the prime of my life out of this. Yes, I was enlisted to be a prostitute, and so I trained to kill. I trained to defend myself with a gun and with a knife.
Personality: I'm not your average playboy bunny, even if you wanted me to be. I am the angry type; someone may even call me the emo type. Well, in some cases. I mostly push that out of my mind and try to move on, try to climb up the ladder and disrupt whoever is in charge so that I can claim the throne. I am the woman, I am told that I am the chosen. And why shouldn't cats rule like they did in Ancient Egypt?
I am a loner, and I like it that way. Like my spirit animal, I am an introvert, you do not get to know the real me for a while, and even then it takes a while to get it all out of me. My face does not often show my feelings, it is stoic, as some would say, and others would say it is a mask. My warning to you? Don't mess with me, I can get revengeful. And don't think I just know how to use my claws.
Likes: sex, killing to gain power
Dislikes: arrogant males
Family: unknown
Bf/Gf: none
[/font] [/size]The writing on the wall is in blood
Age: 17
Group: Shapeshifter - cat
Appearance/Photo:
History: I was born in what most would call an occult. I was the product of polgmy, of rotten old sperm in a supple woman's body. My father died of old age before I was ever even born. I was sheltered, some could say, for those early years; the occult drilling into our minds how we had to use the power of our spirit animals for good and how we would ascend to heaven. But I never really understood. Dogs are man's best friend; then what are cats? I was the problem child, and so they named me the spawn of the devil. THEY KICKED MY MOTHER OUT OF THE FRIGGIN OCCULT! Yes, I was about six, and mommy dearest was about 19. That's how bad it had been. She could never get enough food because she was always chasing me. And so when I was only 9, my mommy dearest died. I laughed. Good riddance. Who cares. I don't need her anymore.
But I was alone. I had to learn my skills all on my own. And so I would hunt in the daylight, when people would take pity on the cat and give it whatever scrape was in their pocket, or when the other cats weren't watching. I became rather good, and I began hunting at night, hating the humans that I lived amongst; even though I was one of them. I played with their minds whenever I saw them in my human form. I knew they wanted me; and I made sure they did with the clothes I would wear. I don't think I've worn a shirt that actually covered all of my torso since my mother died. And so you have it, oh, but I left the prime of my life out of this. Yes, I was enlisted to be a prostitute, and so I trained to kill. I trained to defend myself with a gun and with a knife.
Personality: I'm not your average playboy bunny, even if you wanted me to be. I am the angry type; someone may even call me the emo type. Well, in some cases. I mostly push that out of my mind and try to move on, try to climb up the ladder and disrupt whoever is in charge so that I can claim the throne. I am the woman, I am told that I am the chosen. And why shouldn't cats rule like they did in Ancient Egypt?
I am a loner, and I like it that way. Like my spirit animal, I am an introvert, you do not get to know the real me for a while, and even then it takes a while to get it all out of me. My face does not often show my feelings, it is stoic, as some would say, and others would say it is a mask. My warning to you? Don't mess with me, I can get revengeful. And don't think I just know how to use my claws.
Likes: sex, killing to gain power
Dislikes: arrogant males
Family: unknown
Bf/Gf: none
