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Post by -<}_[arrow]~ on Jun 25, 2008 15:14:30 GMT -5
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Name : Citadelle
Gender : female
Age : 40 moons
Clan : rogue
Rank : evil creature
Description : Citadelle is a cruelly beautiful rogue with silvery fur and narrow eyes of an indescribable colour. They're a sort of dirty green-brown-grey-silver, the colour of a bog, or a swamp by the light of a will 'o' the wisp. And that's sort of what she reminds you of - a will 'o' the wisp. Her luminescant silver fur (of medium length and lightly striped with darker bands around her ankles and tail) draws you in, making her seem beautiful and kind - that's the way the mind works: beautiful = intriguing, interesting. At least, until you get closer. Then you notice that there's a sharp, cruel edge to her beauty, in the aquiline body and narrow eyes, swivelled-back ears and sharply-clawed paws. Chances are, if you're close enough to see all these things, your close enough to be shredded. Goodbye.
Personality : Citadelle is a dark, mysterious creature who seems to keep to herself. However, there are countless cats who have come across her and have been drawn in by some quality that makes you need to find out more, to understand her, to make her acknowledge you. It's probably not even her beauty, but more her movements, quick and smooth, and the glint in her eyes. It's the same quality that makes hapless travellers follow the will 'o' the wisp, the mysterious light in the swamp that recedes as you get nearer until you find yourself sinking inthe swamp. And that's exactly what she's like - she draws you in and you follow inevitably until you can't turn back. She'll probably let you go - her pleasure doesn't come from the needless killing of others, but rather from the knowledge that if she calls, no matter what, they will come. If you have followed the swamp light, Citadelle, and she sends word to you that you are hers and you are needed, you will come. You won't have a choice. You have to know what she needs, why she's calling. You met her once over 10 moons ago, talked for a while, and went on your way, but for some reason you have to return. And she knows that, and she'll use it. She's like that.
History : Abandoned as a small kit, Citadelle quickly realized that the only way to survive was to learn how to control other cats. She did this quickly, perfecting her art in a matter of moons. As she grew, secluded in the dark reaches of the deepest part of the forest, where ancient ruins have been swallowed by the swamps, she lured every traveller she met into her web of cats who would come when she called, no matter where they were. Alone most of the time, she spoke not only to cats, but to other residents of her dark home - weasles, various birds, raccoons, and even the odd snake. To reach any cat anywhere, so long as she knew them once, she need only send one of these creatures with a message containing a single word: her name.
Basically she provides safe passage through the swamps, in exchange for eternal fealty without the traveller's even knowing.
Relationships : Citadelle has a vast web of aquaintances, but no friends. She doesn't know her mother, father, or siblings. She knows only her name.
Role-Play : Citadelle slipped through the hanging moss, the thick curtains of wet, trailing vines stroking her fur and making it glisten in the shadows. Her paws stepped surely and unfailingly along the invisible paths that only she knew, the twisting trails of hard ground and rocks that criss-crossed the swamp, indestinguishable from the algae-covered bog that would swallow you if you put so much as one pawstep awry. Behind her, the traveller followed clumsily, calling "wait, wait!" She paused and turned, watching the other she-cat through the braches of a fallen tree, long dead. Then she turned again and continued throught he murky green darkness, the huge trunks of moss-draped trees rising like dark sentennials on all sides, their shapes looming up out of the thin tendrils of mist that drifted silently over the dark waters. It would be so easy to lead the traveller astray, to lead her off the path. She would follow unhesitatingly, Citadelle could slip onto another invisible path, and the traveller would slip down, down into the bottomless murk and never be seen from again. Citadelle could picture it: the murk filling first the traveller's mouth, then her nose, sinking slowly down her throat, and then being inhaled into her lungs as her body forced her to take a breath. She smiled. She controlled this traveller's life completely. She would die if she chose, she would live if she chose. And later, if she decided to call this traveller back, she would come. All living things were made from dust, and they would all return to dust. But Citadelle lived among the stones of ruins so old even the twolegs had forgotten them. They had crumbled to dust, and yet remained. And Citadelle would remain, too, for as long as the swamp left the ruins free.
Motto/Themesong : From dust made, to dust return - you'll all come back to me.
Name : Citadelle
Gender : female
Age : 40 moons
Clan : rogue
Rank : evil creature
Description : Citadelle is a cruelly beautiful rogue with silvery fur and narrow eyes of an indescribable colour. They're a sort of dirty green-brown-grey-silver, the colour of a bog, or a swamp by the light of a will 'o' the wisp. And that's sort of what she reminds you of - a will 'o' the wisp. Her luminescant silver fur (of medium length and lightly striped with darker bands around her ankles and tail) draws you in, making her seem beautiful and kind - that's the way the mind works: beautiful = intriguing, interesting. At least, until you get closer. Then you notice that there's a sharp, cruel edge to her beauty, in the aquiline body and narrow eyes, swivelled-back ears and sharply-clawed paws. Chances are, if you're close enough to see all these things, your close enough to be shredded. Goodbye.
Personality : Citadelle is a dark, mysterious creature who seems to keep to herself. However, there are countless cats who have come across her and have been drawn in by some quality that makes you need to find out more, to understand her, to make her acknowledge you. It's probably not even her beauty, but more her movements, quick and smooth, and the glint in her eyes. It's the same quality that makes hapless travellers follow the will 'o' the wisp, the mysterious light in the swamp that recedes as you get nearer until you find yourself sinking inthe swamp. And that's exactly what she's like - she draws you in and you follow inevitably until you can't turn back. She'll probably let you go - her pleasure doesn't come from the needless killing of others, but rather from the knowledge that if she calls, no matter what, they will come. If you have followed the swamp light, Citadelle, and she sends word to you that you are hers and you are needed, you will come. You won't have a choice. You have to know what she needs, why she's calling. You met her once over 10 moons ago, talked for a while, and went on your way, but for some reason you have to return. And she knows that, and she'll use it. She's like that.
History : Abandoned as a small kit, Citadelle quickly realized that the only way to survive was to learn how to control other cats. She did this quickly, perfecting her art in a matter of moons. As she grew, secluded in the dark reaches of the deepest part of the forest, where ancient ruins have been swallowed by the swamps, she lured every traveller she met into her web of cats who would come when she called, no matter where they were. Alone most of the time, she spoke not only to cats, but to other residents of her dark home - weasles, various birds, raccoons, and even the odd snake. To reach any cat anywhere, so long as she knew them once, she need only send one of these creatures with a message containing a single word: her name.
Basically she provides safe passage through the swamps, in exchange for eternal fealty without the traveller's even knowing.
Relationships : Citadelle has a vast web of aquaintances, but no friends. She doesn't know her mother, father, or siblings. She knows only her name.
Role-Play : Citadelle slipped through the hanging moss, the thick curtains of wet, trailing vines stroking her fur and making it glisten in the shadows. Her paws stepped surely and unfailingly along the invisible paths that only she knew, the twisting trails of hard ground and rocks that criss-crossed the swamp, indestinguishable from the algae-covered bog that would swallow you if you put so much as one pawstep awry. Behind her, the traveller followed clumsily, calling "wait, wait!" She paused and turned, watching the other she-cat through the braches of a fallen tree, long dead. Then she turned again and continued throught he murky green darkness, the huge trunks of moss-draped trees rising like dark sentennials on all sides, their shapes looming up out of the thin tendrils of mist that drifted silently over the dark waters. It would be so easy to lead the traveller astray, to lead her off the path. She would follow unhesitatingly, Citadelle could slip onto another invisible path, and the traveller would slip down, down into the bottomless murk and never be seen from again. Citadelle could picture it: the murk filling first the traveller's mouth, then her nose, sinking slowly down her throat, and then being inhaled into her lungs as her body forced her to take a breath. She smiled. She controlled this traveller's life completely. She would die if she chose, she would live if she chose. And later, if she decided to call this traveller back, she would come. All living things were made from dust, and they would all return to dust. But Citadelle lived among the stones of ruins so old even the twolegs had forgotten them. They had crumbled to dust, and yet remained. And Citadelle would remain, too, for as long as the swamp left the ruins free.
Motto/Themesong : From dust made, to dust return - you'll all come back to me.
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