Post by Kitty Love on Jan 13, 2006 16:34:56 GMT -7
Your Name: Kitty
Your E-Mail: ShatteredIDreamz@aol.com
Critter URL: www.geocities.com/phantorasvindication/CritterPort.html
Character
Name: Sitiki’Laurbit (C- tiki Lore – bet)
ID: --
Gender: Female
Sub-Species: Euclides
Rank: Marionette
Breed: Feline
Type: Slaughter
Origin: Ireland
Age: Young Adult
Physical Description: (Feline - Cheetah) Her body’s base color is a very pale pink, looking more white really. Her markings started black at her front and faded to a lovely shade of crimson and her markings were very much like a raccoons, but with a few extra marks. On her face the mask, surrounding both her eyes and going back a bit, ending in a sharp point rather then a delicate curve, her ears were black, her front limbs were black from the elbow down, and dark red on the hinds, her beautiful long tail was striped all the way down, each stripe getting progressively lighter until it reached her tail tip, which was bright red, along her spine were stripes which never passed the center of her rib cage, except for one in the center which touched her belly, the stripes on each side going just past the center of her ribcage, the other two staying above this line, each stripe getting slightly lighter, remaining darker then the stripes on her tail. She wears a rather long, black chain along her entire body. This chain wrapped around her neck once, her body twice and then once more around her tail. Unretractable claws adorned each one of her toes and her eyes held an iris, yes, but no pupil.
Personality: She was just oozing with charm and grace and she made being a marionette look oh so much more worthwhile then it already looked. She was aware of the fact that she was not the strongest in body, her appearance and mental level generally got her out of situation that would require brute strength without even a scratch. She’s a tease to the highest level and will flirt with ladies and gentleman alike, even conning the most prude of women into her lair, although she didn’t guarantee their safe return to their own society however. With all her charm and beauty she had an addiction, she was addicted to the annihilation of others, and not in any normal sort of fashion either, she was a perfectionist and simply killing her victims would never be enough. She was a ritualistic killer and she had to follow through with this each and every kill she made, save for those which were for sustenance, those were devoured and then the remains arranged in whatever style she saw fit. She made kills that were for nothing more then pleasure, and she took great pride in her work, which was the same every time. She would lead the entranced human down an alleyway, generally a male, after fooling them into believe that she was one of those ‘unfortunate’ women that the lower class simply referred to as whores, tempting them with the belief that they would be receiving some sexual favor free of cost, and they generally were not the sort of people the city missed so nothing extensive ever seemed done. Anyhow, she would begin her seduction and would wait until their eyes closed before positioning herself behind them, still appeasing their senses as she would silently slip back into Euclides form and quickly pass a claw horizontally across their throat, holding a paw over their mouth to ensure that they would not make any noise, and she would hold them their like that, until they slumped and she would drop them to the ground, making sure they lay on their backs with their head tilted back. She would then proceed by removing her victim’s eyes, always left first and then the right, then she would move down, taking a claw and slitting their throat again this time vertically, leaving them with a cross of sorts centered on their throat and she made sure their arms were straight out to their sides and that their legs were together. A precise cut was then made in the abdomen, starting at the xyphoid process and continuing for about 6 inches, and they she would carefully slide her paw inside, slipping it under the sternum and moving to the side where she would grip her target, the heart, and pull it from the victim’s chest and placed it three inches above their head. Her rituals finishing touch was for her to dip her claws into the victim’s blood and draw intricate designs on their face with it, and then dip her tail in the blood and do something similar to the ground around their heart. These designs represented different things at the time of their death and no two were ever exactly the same.
History/Notes: Tiki was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and, although she’s worked on it, her voice still hints at this origin. Her mother was a member of a Castless trio who generally roamed near the coast, taking down most of their kills there instead of inside the city it’s self. However, the winters were cold and kills few and far between so the trio, having lost two bebes and feeling half crazed with hunger already, had no choice but to head into the city, which was currently controlled by Amuni.
This particular group of Amuni was quite strong, but not in the conventional way. This Church had rather questionable values, not exactly evil, but certainly not pristine, and this was probably how they’d managed to usurp the city as a whole from the Euclides to begin with. Lurking within this church was an Amuni with the ability to set curses upon other creatures. This church was horrified to discover that any Euclides, much less a trio of them, had the audacity to step one paw into –their- city and a confrontation was inevitable.
The curse set upon these unfortunate Euclides was one of restriction, each being bound in a different way and the more they had ‘sinned’ in their life, the tighter the bindings became. The binds upon the adults were fairly tight to begin with, as murder was a sin and that’s exactly what they did for food, and thus each time they killed the bindings tightened, and the three began a slow death full of nothing but suffering: they couldn’t hunt, moving was difficult and breathing was almost painful as the chains wound around their necks, legs and bodies, tight enough to start cutting into the flesh. This drove them absolutely mad, all besides one.
Tiki was to young to hunt, relying on her companions and mother for food, thus she hadn’t had the chance to sin, meaning her chains did not hinder her in any way physically, however they toyed with her mind, especially as she watched the torment of her family and the loss of their recognition of things around them, and her. And she was hungry, oh was she hungry, and everything was far to fast or strong for her to kill, so when the hunger pains became to much and the perpetual fatigue set in, she curled herself up into a tight ball to wait for death to find her, completely unaware that something had disturbed their little campsite.
The Amuni had decided that since the curse wasn’t working fast enough, that a ‘Crusaide’ was in order to rid all of Ireland of those worthless beasts, not to mention this was a battle that they were certain that none of their side would lose their lives to since it was only three incredibly weakened Euclides against all of them. They left their chosen church that night with high spirits and malicious intent, wrapped in a lie that they convinced themselves was nothing but truth, they were ending the suffering of another being, and that was a cause that would not leave blood upon their paws in the metaphorical sense.
It took half an hour at most for the Amuni to reach the campsite of the castless Euclides, and even less time for them to completely annihilate the opposition, with Tiki watching the brutal scene as it unfolded, having been roused from her slumber by the ruckus. And as the Amuni were picking over her home, looking for any hidden Euclides they knew not of, they stumbled upon a tiny ball of growling fur, which looked as if it were mere hours from death it’s self, the tell tale chain curled about her form, what a pity she heard one said, kill it like the others she heard another shout, but one voice, one that sounded strong, like a leader, suggested that they take her with them for an experiment of sorts, and this was the idea that was given a shot.
Tiki was raised by these Amuni who, even though THEY were the ones that decided to take her in, left no opportunity to torment her untaken. They looked down on her, talked about her behind her back, unaware of the fact that she head everything they said about her, some even shoved her or pulled her tail or chain, once an elder even decided to spit on her, and that did not agree with her and she attacked him, but stopped in total shock as her chain tightened, she had sinned and the curse was still active. She pinned her ears back as she heard the laughter, laughter which still haunts her head to this day as it marked the end of her hope. She resigned herself to this eternal torment, taking it without even lifting her head, choosing instead to hide herself away and stuffy the books that she found in the library this specific church housed.
She grew into a very beautiful, but very depressed young adult, and this is when her life changed. She learned that they had planned a special ceremony just for her and that it was to be held that night, under the light of the full moon and near the sea. In fact, as she learned later, the exact spot she had been found.
The ceremony was wonderful, all eyes were on her and no taunts or jeers were sent her way, and if was for her, no one else. It was a jolly night kicked off by a party complete with all the food and drink one could ever want, and, once everyone was satiated and had had their fun; it was time for the main event.
The Pope asked her to stand before him and close her eyes, which she hesitantly did, beginning to believe that this was nothing more then an elaborate set up, but once she did her ears perked as she heard him mutter something in a foreign tongue. She felt… different somehow, she couldn’t explain it, and then she felt her chains slipping from her and heard them as they clattered to the ground. A cheer rose up amongst the gathered Amuni which startled her. The pope reassured her that there was nothing to worry about, the curse was lifted and she was now considered an Amuni, as if that was enough to erase all the pain they’d caused her.
This was when she began to formulate a plan to make all this pain worth it, she had to avenge her family and get the ultimate vindication for all the years she’d lived with the Amuni. She spent nearly a year gaining their trust, acting holier then even the pope it seemed, and gaining more favor in the group, even the old Pope bought her façade, and this fact thoroughly amused her. It was time.
The church, having rid the city entirely of Euclides, slept soundly at night, every member falling into a deep sleep no later then midnight, except for one which they used as a watch man just in case, a job she’d taken several times in the past and took again tonight, ensuring that she would be the only one awake at the time she planned to have her revenge.
She slipped silently through the church, having learned every creeky board along with all the corridors and rooms, and made her way through each room, doing in each Amuni in the most silent of ways, placing a paw over their mouths and holding down them down this way with all the force she could must while slitting their throats with the claws of her other paw. But as she killed them just slitting their throats became not enough to satiate her, she started to carve a bit into each Amuni, mutilating their bodies more and more as she worked her way up the ranks, a pattern soon evolving.
She slunk into the Pope’s quarters and found him completely at peace, snoring in fact, and a sadistic smirk spread over her maw, she wanted this one to be fun. Her tail swished and jumped behind her as she leapt upon the pope, landing square on his chest, pushing all the air from his lungs, rousing a stuttering attempt at a scream as his eyes caught her, terror filling the old popes eyes as he say her paw coming down, those unretractable claws slicing a clean, rather deep cut vertically across his throat. He ears twitched and she giggled in morbid delight as he gurgled, attempting to speak but to no avail.
She began her task, laying out and mutilating the body, perfecting her ritual and giggling the whole while, completely unaware of the fact that the pope hadn’t cursed her, in fact it wasn’t even a Murdon that had cast the curse upon her and her companions, but something greater. She was fooled into this belief by remembering no other presence except that of this particular church’s members being there at any point in her life and she was blissfully ignorant to the fact that the strange feeling she’d had at the ceremony was created by the being who removed his own curse from her the night that everything changed.
And, having her blood lust momentarily satiated, she ventured from the Church and back to the shore, searching the beaches for an item that had played a major part in her life, and an even greater part in discovering what she truly wanted in life, her chain, her beautiful obsidian chain. It took her awhile to track it down, as it was halfway buried, but she let out a squeal of joy and grasped it gently between her jaws, pulling it from it's sandy grave and carefully repositioning over her body, making sure it stayed in place as she moved. Having this final task done she eagerly sought out foreign borders, anticipating even more delightful nights like the one that had just passed.
Anything else? Um… forgot to mention that the very mention of “Amunuku” can send her into a total fit which can be fatal to the mentioner depending on the circumstances.
Character Stats
Health: 20/20
Strength: 4
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 8
Charisma: 4
Stamina: 3
Luck: 4
Assigned Country: Egypt
Items:
Pack - 10t
Water Gourd - 5t
Dried Meats (enough for 5 meals) - 5t
Bread (enough for 5 meals) - 5t
Needle & Medical Thread - 5t
Short Sword - 15t
Flute - 10t
Healing Medicine (enough for 3 uses) - 10t
Reviving Potion (enough for 2 uses) - 15t
Teleportation Cube - 20t
Tirithium: 50
Hunt-Critters Found: 1
Name: Benjesti
ID: DE011M
Gender: Male
Sub-Species: Defore
Rank: Rancher
Breed: Lapine
Type: Harvest
Variation: Cionre
Mutations: Slight color mutation
Accessories: Red bandana
Notes: Benjasti commonly refers to himself as 'Benji', especially when dealing with humans. He was born in Febuary, and therefore sports an unusual white coat, only seen in Harvests born late in the season.
Health: 20/20
Strength: 6
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 6
Stamina: 2
Luck: 3
Your E-Mail: ShatteredIDreamz@aol.com
Critter URL: www.geocities.com/phantorasvindication/CritterPort.html
Character
Name: Sitiki’Laurbit (C- tiki Lore – bet)
ID: --
Gender: Female
Sub-Species: Euclides
Rank: Marionette
Breed: Feline
Type: Slaughter
Origin: Ireland
Age: Young Adult
Physical Description: (Feline - Cheetah) Her body’s base color is a very pale pink, looking more white really. Her markings started black at her front and faded to a lovely shade of crimson and her markings were very much like a raccoons, but with a few extra marks. On her face the mask, surrounding both her eyes and going back a bit, ending in a sharp point rather then a delicate curve, her ears were black, her front limbs were black from the elbow down, and dark red on the hinds, her beautiful long tail was striped all the way down, each stripe getting progressively lighter until it reached her tail tip, which was bright red, along her spine were stripes which never passed the center of her rib cage, except for one in the center which touched her belly, the stripes on each side going just past the center of her ribcage, the other two staying above this line, each stripe getting slightly lighter, remaining darker then the stripes on her tail. She wears a rather long, black chain along her entire body. This chain wrapped around her neck once, her body twice and then once more around her tail. Unretractable claws adorned each one of her toes and her eyes held an iris, yes, but no pupil.
Personality: She was just oozing with charm and grace and she made being a marionette look oh so much more worthwhile then it already looked. She was aware of the fact that she was not the strongest in body, her appearance and mental level generally got her out of situation that would require brute strength without even a scratch. She’s a tease to the highest level and will flirt with ladies and gentleman alike, even conning the most prude of women into her lair, although she didn’t guarantee their safe return to their own society however. With all her charm and beauty she had an addiction, she was addicted to the annihilation of others, and not in any normal sort of fashion either, she was a perfectionist and simply killing her victims would never be enough. She was a ritualistic killer and she had to follow through with this each and every kill she made, save for those which were for sustenance, those were devoured and then the remains arranged in whatever style she saw fit. She made kills that were for nothing more then pleasure, and she took great pride in her work, which was the same every time. She would lead the entranced human down an alleyway, generally a male, after fooling them into believe that she was one of those ‘unfortunate’ women that the lower class simply referred to as whores, tempting them with the belief that they would be receiving some sexual favor free of cost, and they generally were not the sort of people the city missed so nothing extensive ever seemed done. Anyhow, she would begin her seduction and would wait until their eyes closed before positioning herself behind them, still appeasing their senses as she would silently slip back into Euclides form and quickly pass a claw horizontally across their throat, holding a paw over their mouth to ensure that they would not make any noise, and she would hold them their like that, until they slumped and she would drop them to the ground, making sure they lay on their backs with their head tilted back. She would then proceed by removing her victim’s eyes, always left first and then the right, then she would move down, taking a claw and slitting their throat again this time vertically, leaving them with a cross of sorts centered on their throat and she made sure their arms were straight out to their sides and that their legs were together. A precise cut was then made in the abdomen, starting at the xyphoid process and continuing for about 6 inches, and they she would carefully slide her paw inside, slipping it under the sternum and moving to the side where she would grip her target, the heart, and pull it from the victim’s chest and placed it three inches above their head. Her rituals finishing touch was for her to dip her claws into the victim’s blood and draw intricate designs on their face with it, and then dip her tail in the blood and do something similar to the ground around their heart. These designs represented different things at the time of their death and no two were ever exactly the same.
History/Notes: Tiki was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and, although she’s worked on it, her voice still hints at this origin. Her mother was a member of a Castless trio who generally roamed near the coast, taking down most of their kills there instead of inside the city it’s self. However, the winters were cold and kills few and far between so the trio, having lost two bebes and feeling half crazed with hunger already, had no choice but to head into the city, which was currently controlled by Amuni.
This particular group of Amuni was quite strong, but not in the conventional way. This Church had rather questionable values, not exactly evil, but certainly not pristine, and this was probably how they’d managed to usurp the city as a whole from the Euclides to begin with. Lurking within this church was an Amuni with the ability to set curses upon other creatures. This church was horrified to discover that any Euclides, much less a trio of them, had the audacity to step one paw into –their- city and a confrontation was inevitable.
The curse set upon these unfortunate Euclides was one of restriction, each being bound in a different way and the more they had ‘sinned’ in their life, the tighter the bindings became. The binds upon the adults were fairly tight to begin with, as murder was a sin and that’s exactly what they did for food, and thus each time they killed the bindings tightened, and the three began a slow death full of nothing but suffering: they couldn’t hunt, moving was difficult and breathing was almost painful as the chains wound around their necks, legs and bodies, tight enough to start cutting into the flesh. This drove them absolutely mad, all besides one.
Tiki was to young to hunt, relying on her companions and mother for food, thus she hadn’t had the chance to sin, meaning her chains did not hinder her in any way physically, however they toyed with her mind, especially as she watched the torment of her family and the loss of their recognition of things around them, and her. And she was hungry, oh was she hungry, and everything was far to fast or strong for her to kill, so when the hunger pains became to much and the perpetual fatigue set in, she curled herself up into a tight ball to wait for death to find her, completely unaware that something had disturbed their little campsite.
The Amuni had decided that since the curse wasn’t working fast enough, that a ‘Crusaide’ was in order to rid all of Ireland of those worthless beasts, not to mention this was a battle that they were certain that none of their side would lose their lives to since it was only three incredibly weakened Euclides against all of them. They left their chosen church that night with high spirits and malicious intent, wrapped in a lie that they convinced themselves was nothing but truth, they were ending the suffering of another being, and that was a cause that would not leave blood upon their paws in the metaphorical sense.
It took half an hour at most for the Amuni to reach the campsite of the castless Euclides, and even less time for them to completely annihilate the opposition, with Tiki watching the brutal scene as it unfolded, having been roused from her slumber by the ruckus. And as the Amuni were picking over her home, looking for any hidden Euclides they knew not of, they stumbled upon a tiny ball of growling fur, which looked as if it were mere hours from death it’s self, the tell tale chain curled about her form, what a pity she heard one said, kill it like the others she heard another shout, but one voice, one that sounded strong, like a leader, suggested that they take her with them for an experiment of sorts, and this was the idea that was given a shot.
Tiki was raised by these Amuni who, even though THEY were the ones that decided to take her in, left no opportunity to torment her untaken. They looked down on her, talked about her behind her back, unaware of the fact that she head everything they said about her, some even shoved her or pulled her tail or chain, once an elder even decided to spit on her, and that did not agree with her and she attacked him, but stopped in total shock as her chain tightened, she had sinned and the curse was still active. She pinned her ears back as she heard the laughter, laughter which still haunts her head to this day as it marked the end of her hope. She resigned herself to this eternal torment, taking it without even lifting her head, choosing instead to hide herself away and stuffy the books that she found in the library this specific church housed.
She grew into a very beautiful, but very depressed young adult, and this is when her life changed. She learned that they had planned a special ceremony just for her and that it was to be held that night, under the light of the full moon and near the sea. In fact, as she learned later, the exact spot she had been found.
The ceremony was wonderful, all eyes were on her and no taunts or jeers were sent her way, and if was for her, no one else. It was a jolly night kicked off by a party complete with all the food and drink one could ever want, and, once everyone was satiated and had had their fun; it was time for the main event.
The Pope asked her to stand before him and close her eyes, which she hesitantly did, beginning to believe that this was nothing more then an elaborate set up, but once she did her ears perked as she heard him mutter something in a foreign tongue. She felt… different somehow, she couldn’t explain it, and then she felt her chains slipping from her and heard them as they clattered to the ground. A cheer rose up amongst the gathered Amuni which startled her. The pope reassured her that there was nothing to worry about, the curse was lifted and she was now considered an Amuni, as if that was enough to erase all the pain they’d caused her.
This was when she began to formulate a plan to make all this pain worth it, she had to avenge her family and get the ultimate vindication for all the years she’d lived with the Amuni. She spent nearly a year gaining their trust, acting holier then even the pope it seemed, and gaining more favor in the group, even the old Pope bought her façade, and this fact thoroughly amused her. It was time.
The church, having rid the city entirely of Euclides, slept soundly at night, every member falling into a deep sleep no later then midnight, except for one which they used as a watch man just in case, a job she’d taken several times in the past and took again tonight, ensuring that she would be the only one awake at the time she planned to have her revenge.
She slipped silently through the church, having learned every creeky board along with all the corridors and rooms, and made her way through each room, doing in each Amuni in the most silent of ways, placing a paw over their mouths and holding down them down this way with all the force she could must while slitting their throats with the claws of her other paw. But as she killed them just slitting their throats became not enough to satiate her, she started to carve a bit into each Amuni, mutilating their bodies more and more as she worked her way up the ranks, a pattern soon evolving.
She slunk into the Pope’s quarters and found him completely at peace, snoring in fact, and a sadistic smirk spread over her maw, she wanted this one to be fun. Her tail swished and jumped behind her as she leapt upon the pope, landing square on his chest, pushing all the air from his lungs, rousing a stuttering attempt at a scream as his eyes caught her, terror filling the old popes eyes as he say her paw coming down, those unretractable claws slicing a clean, rather deep cut vertically across his throat. He ears twitched and she giggled in morbid delight as he gurgled, attempting to speak but to no avail.
She began her task, laying out and mutilating the body, perfecting her ritual and giggling the whole while, completely unaware of the fact that the pope hadn’t cursed her, in fact it wasn’t even a Murdon that had cast the curse upon her and her companions, but something greater. She was fooled into this belief by remembering no other presence except that of this particular church’s members being there at any point in her life and she was blissfully ignorant to the fact that the strange feeling she’d had at the ceremony was created by the being who removed his own curse from her the night that everything changed.
And, having her blood lust momentarily satiated, she ventured from the Church and back to the shore, searching the beaches for an item that had played a major part in her life, and an even greater part in discovering what she truly wanted in life, her chain, her beautiful obsidian chain. It took her awhile to track it down, as it was halfway buried, but she let out a squeal of joy and grasped it gently between her jaws, pulling it from it's sandy grave and carefully repositioning over her body, making sure it stayed in place as she moved. Having this final task done she eagerly sought out foreign borders, anticipating even more delightful nights like the one that had just passed.
Anything else? Um… forgot to mention that the very mention of “Amunuku” can send her into a total fit which can be fatal to the mentioner depending on the circumstances.
Character Stats
Health: 20/20
Strength: 4
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 8
Charisma: 4
Stamina: 3
Luck: 4
Assigned Country: Egypt
Items:
Pack - 10t
Water Gourd - 5t
Dried Meats (enough for 5 meals) - 5t
Bread (enough for 5 meals) - 5t
Needle & Medical Thread - 5t
Short Sword - 15t
Flute - 10t
Healing Medicine (enough for 3 uses) - 10t
Reviving Potion (enough for 2 uses) - 15t
Teleportation Cube - 20t
Tirithium: 50
Hunt-Critters Found: 1
Name: Benjesti
ID: DE011M
Gender: Male
Sub-Species: Defore
Rank: Rancher
Breed: Lapine
Type: Harvest
Variation: Cionre
Mutations: Slight color mutation
Accessories: Red bandana
Notes: Benjasti commonly refers to himself as 'Benji', especially when dealing with humans. He was born in Febuary, and therefore sports an unusual white coat, only seen in Harvests born late in the season.
Health: 20/20
Strength: 6
Speed: 8
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 6
Stamina: 2
Luck: 3
