Name: Kleea Terameine Valls.
Age: Somewhere around thirty-two- she is the equivalent of a twenty-year-old human.
Species: Shielvan, a race I made up. Bipedal felines- though it is not uncomfortable for them to move on all fours- they are generally a few inches taller than the average human and move with a lithe grace that matches their agile frames. Covered in fur, it is generally short and in shades of dark blue or purple that varies with each individual. Simple, darker spotting on their fur is not uncommon, and they tend to live either on their own or in small family groups. Most remain in small territories that support their needs, but on occasion one will take to a life of travel. Their eyes are generally shades of yellow or green, though brown is possible.
Percent Animal: Either 100% or 0% depending on your definition of animal.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual.
Personality: For Kleea, the journey has always been more important than the destination- on those rare occasions she actually has a destination in mind. To walk a wandering path is her nature, and she lives for the feel of earth under her paws, the wind in her fur. She lives for the excitement of seeing what comes next. However, despite her inconsistencies, Kleea nearly always through on her promises- barring those she was tricked into, of course. If she says she will return, she means it- be it months, or even years into the future that she comes sauntering back up the path, that same grin on her face and spring in her step.
With an alignment of chaotic good, Kleea does what she can for others, with complete disregard for the law. She understands why laws exist, and if asked will grudgingly admit thatthey should remain- she simply ignores them, instead following her own moral code.
Her personality type is ISFP.
Likes: Kleea has always been partial to heights- it is a natural, instinctive part of her race to rest as far up as they can, therefore avoiding predators that lack the same climbing abilities as they sleep. While humans are capable of climbing as well, Kleeas first instinct- other than fighting back- is still to climb up the nearest possible surface. Its one she generally acts upon.
Despite her naturally friendly nature, Kleea enjoys fights against those weaker than herself far too much. She will generally not initiate these combats unless she is defending someone else or her pride has been wounded, but after a few moments spent gauging her opponents strength Kleea has a tendency to start playing with those she finds weak. On occasion she will even drag out the battle.
However, as Kleea- like any feline- enjoys stalking things, if possible she will set up a stealthy ambush before entering a fight, enjoying the benefits of surprise to land a few blows before her opponents have a chance to react. In fights seriously weighted against her she utilizes hit-and-run tactics, thus minimizing the risk against her.
Kleea also has an undeniable fascination with anything shiny and is prone to staring at such objects. She is fully capable of controlling this tendency- however, one may occasionally find her chasing a laser pointer dot in the company of a trusted friend.
Dislikes: Injustice is one thing Kleea can not stand, and if she spots any one-sided battles nearby she is liable to intervene. She will join in on more even battles on occasion, too, when she can spot obvious sides that she agrees or disagrees with- such as other furries fighting against hunters. She will not, however, join a fight in favor of a stranger if she believes she has a fair chance of being seriously injured. It may be regrettable, but she is not willing to sacrifice herself for a stranger. Kleea will always intervene for one she considers a friend and expects them to do the same for her.
As with most felines, Kleea enjoys stalking things- being unseen- and while this behavior will generally not show itself in public, she tends to get uncomfortable near crowds, disliking being in full view of a large amount of people. Small groups of up to four people, not counting Kleea, are usually fine.
Appearance: Standing at exactly five foot eleven- or approximately one hundred and eighty centimeters- Kleea retains a lithe, muscular frame. Her short fur is yale blue and she has a space blue stripe down her spine, along with patterning much like the Vulnyx bengal trait. Her head is more comparable to a big cat than a housecat, and she has normal-ish hands and feet, if one ignores the fur. Her eyes are a yellowish green.
Preferred Clothing: Kleea prizes utility over looks, and her clothes reflect that. Loose clothing allows for more freedom of movement, and she frequently goes barefoot- easier to not make any noise that way. Camouflage is the preferred coloring, though tans or solid greens work as well. Whites are steered away from due to her habit of spilling on them while she eats. (She has no idea why she only spills while wearing white.) The style of clothing Kleea wears depends on the nearby environment, but it defaults to hiking gear when she does not have to take special care due to cold or anything.
Possessions: These will be done in paragraphs to prevent a text block. I do enjoy my details.
Wilderness Survival Kit. Just generic survival supplies. She has a few sets of clothing, a fire starting kit, a camouflage-pattered tent that fits one person as well as a sleeping bag, a beat-up compass, an almost excessive amount of various-sized zip-lock baggies, and a small amount of money. She also has a first-aid kit consisting of cloth bandages, disinfectant, and supplies to sew up wounds. Normal band-aids stick to fur so she does not bother stocking them. All of this is kept in a hikers backpack so splattered with dirt that its original colors cannot be seen. It does not seem close to breaking, however.
Maps: Kleea owns extensive maps of everywhere she has traveled, having marked landmarks she either finds interesting or that she believes will help her navigate should she ever return to that area. There are notes scribbled on a few town maps; usually the names and addresses of friends as well as a few interests of theirs. These maps are kept in a tightly sealed Tupperware container at the bottom of her backpack.
Letters: Retaining a great relationship with her parents and younger brother, Kleea frequently exchanges letters with them. She keeps the most important and recent of these in a tupperware container, along with supplies to write more letters in another, separate container. While she would love to keep all the letters it just isnt feasible to carry that much weight around so on occasion she will clear out the old letters and shred them into a trash can or recycling bin.
Dagger: Kept in a sheath almost constantly strung onto her belt, Kleea owns a somewhat ornate steel dagger. Slightly curved, the weapon is only sharpened on one side and is covered in a constant layer of polish. The hilt, coated in some darker metal, has faint engravings of vines running across it. The grip is a simple black leather. The blade has never seen combat; Kleea much prefers to use her claws. She will frequently draw it to watch light reflect off the highly-polished surface.
A Necklace Shaped as an almost unnaturally detailed octopus, this stainless steel necklace is about the size of a cherry pit. The chain holding it around Kleeas neck is made if the same material and quite fine. It seems oddly hard to break, and the clasp is already annoying enough to get off without the wearer struggling.
Towel: A few years old, this threadbare towel is stained with dirt, animal blood, and as far as anyone can tell, mustard. Kleea intends on buying a replacement as soon as she gets the chance.
A towel is just about the most massively useful thing any ... interstellar hitchhiker can carry. Partly because it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth ... you can lie on it ... you can sleep under it beneath the stars ... use it to sail a miniraft ... wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it around your head to ward off noxious fumes ... you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course you can dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a (stranger) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the (person) will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have "lost." What the (person) will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy ... and still (know) where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with. - Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
Abilities: Kleea also has access to teleportation(or walking through walls) and camouflage/invisibility magic, but I have not picked details yet, the GM has vetoed those powers, and they are not necessary parts of the character. I may add them to this form once I decide on the details, but they are not likely to appear in-roleplay.
Natural Weapons: As with most felines, Kleea sports a set of claws. They are inch-long, silvery, slightly curved, and capable of being sheathed- mostly. The tips poke out of her skin where her fingernails should be, though generally they are concealed by fur.
Heightened Senses: While she may not be able to see farther than the average human, Kleea has exceptional night vision- the light of the stars and reflecting off the moon is generally enough for her to see by at night. Her vision, however, is not the only sense she relies on.
Feline Ancestry: As with most of her race, Kleea has physical abilities greater than that of the average human. While she may not be as fast as a cheetah, she has a considerable speed advantage over normal people, and flexible joints allow her to get through gaps that most would be unable to. She also has a slight strength advantage- but that is most likely just from living off the land for most of her life.
Skills & Talents: Having grown up living on only what her family could catch or find, Kleea quickly learned how to hunt, how to stalk things. This skill has developed even further during her travels- she could be considered an expert in stealth. Assuming Kleea is paying attention, it is quite difficult to sneak past her. She knows how to start fires and skin animals- cooking is not her forte, however. It is uncommon for her to burn meat but other foods are not so lucky. She is proficient in navigation and hand-to-hand combat, and as she spent a fair portion of her childhood climbing whatever she could, she is liable to be able to scale vertical surfaces faster than most others.
Human Guise: By use of an enchanted necklace, Kleea may appear to be human. White-skinned, browned-haired-and-eyed, the illusion retains the same height as her normal form, as well as the same proportions and clothing- but it does not physically change her appearance. So if someone walks up and shakes her hand, they will feel the fur. To prevent this, Kleea generally wears a thin pair of gloves along with the illusion. Unfortunately, the necklace can only hold enough of a magical charge to maintain the illusion for three and a half hours per day. This does not have to be continuous, but starting the effect uses enough charge to keep the illusion up for five minutes.
Backstory: Driven by both a wanderlust and a curiosity that few can match, Kleea left her familial den to walk the earth the moment her parents deemed she was old enough to survive on her own. She was twenty at the time.
After a month and a half spent on her own in the wilderness, Kleea encountered her first human village- unfortunately for her, this was when the furry-hunting just started. Having no idea what she was getting into, she just walked straight into town to introduce herself and was promptly beset by hunters. A brief, confusing fight ensued, ending with a wounded Kleea escaping back into the forest while pursued by a pair of slightly-less-injured hunters. As they did not bother looking up, they did not find her.
Forced to stay in the area for a few days due to her wounds, Kleea quickly found a decent cave- requiring a short climb to reach, it was fairly well protected against the still-lazy hunters and wild animal attacks. She had enough food stored in her pack to make it through the few boring days for her wounds to heal enough for travel, and then she set off back for home.
Arriving back at the den four months after she had left, Kleea stayed there for a year before she slowly started to become more and more agitated. The memory of her first disastrous contact with humankind was burnt both into her conscious and subconscious, leading to her unwillingness to leave home- yet with her wandering nature it simply was not feasible for her to remain in one place for long and stay happy.
After about two months of this, Kleea eventually succumbed to the call of the road, primarily due to her brother- then twelve- stealing all of her shinies until she agreed. Had one been with her, they would have noticed an improvement in her mood even only a day into her travels. She kept out of the way of humans for a few months, but eventually she had to enter a town to replace a few broken tools and had a lot more success, as this was a more furry-friendly one. After about a week she left again with a promise to her new friends to come and visit every once and a while. She has kept that promise, often stopping at that town when she passes through, staying two or three days before moving on again.
Three more years pass, and Kleea, now twenty-five, has had a lot more experience dodging hunters and surviving on her own. Chancing upon a hunter camp, she spots a few captured furries as well as a small group of hunters. It was easy to remain hidden until nightfall (really, people should learn to look up), then knock out the half-asleep (and possibly drunk) guard and free the others via the looted key. Most hurriedly thanked her and ran off but one gave her directions to a cave, where she found an old chest buried in the leaf litter. Inside was a magic necklace, and conveniently, an instruction manual on how to use it. The furry had told her he couldnt make use of it, for... reasons.
Kleea very quickly got out of the area and has been wandering for the past seven years. There have been a few close calls but she has never been caught, nor has she had the opportunity to pull off more than the increasingly rare 1v1 or 1v2 rescue. There is likely a fairly high bounty for her, though she has been careful not to kill anyone.
Relationships: Having just recently entered the area, Kleea does not know anyone nearby very well. She does, however, frequently exchange letters with her parents- and, more importantly, her little brother. A family friend has an innate ability for long-distance teleportation and personally carries the letters for them. While they still have to pay- he owns a mail service- it is just the usual price and they do not have to pay the markup for the same-day delivery. Kleea pays for this with the money she makes from a variety of things, mainly selling animal skins and excess meat, allowing her family to continue their reclusive lifestyle. On occasion, she will return for a quick visit before leaving again.
Other: Oddly enough, Kleea does not own a phone. Also, I am willing to allow people to be in her backstory if you want. Ping me if you want to work out details (after this form is okayed by the GM).
Image: Uh, I am not going to search google for furry pictures- I do not want to see anything I will regret. Soo...
Not my image, though I wish it was. |
