Post by Laelia on Oct 26, 2016 1:14:31 GMT -6
Laelia
~*~ Basics ~*~
'Just like a moth drawn to a flame'
Nickname(s): Lae, little heart
Gender: Female
Rank: Youngling, Peasant
Sexuality: Undecided
Clan: Deathclan
Song: Stitches
~*~ Appearance ~*~
'Oh you lured me in and I couldn't sense the pain'
Laelia is a rather petite tortoiseshell with dilute silver-blue eyes. She is by no means tough, her build more on the lean and lithe side, similar to that of a Fireclan cat, yet she is stronger than she appears. Branded into the very fibre of her muscles are many fighting techniques that make her a lot more dangerous than she appears, she is also a surpringliy strong swimmmer. She tends to wear a mask that portrays little to no emotion, and can often be perceived as uncaring. However, she appears reasonably friendly, and is often underestimated. Her coat is of medium length, and she's a little on the small side compared to most cats her age, but water tends to roll off her fur like a ducks' feathers. Despite her birthplace, and completely different upbringing, she does not carry the look of a pampered kittypet, nor an unkempt rogue. In fact, she takes great care of herself and her appearance. She often has the scent of healing herbs thanks to the knowledge supplied to her by her mother.
~*~ Personality ~*~
'Your bitter heart cold to the touch'
At first glance, Laelia appears emotionless, cold, uncaring and burdened with many trust issues. Whilst the last part is true, the rest is more an outlook she gives to others, a mask per say, based on the last. She has a great lack of trust, and tends to be quick to see the worst in others. Though she is a good judge of character, and will often portray herself as friendlier toward others than she is towards those she senses are 'off' she tends to try and avoid most social situations. However, once you get to know her one might find she is actually caring, selfless and extremely loyal. After a kithood of betrayals, she finds that she would rather gain ones trust and earn it rather than use it for her own advantage only to leave them behind in the dust. Though even once one knows her, she will still be rather blunt and seem outwardly unfriendly, she will often porve herself in brash acts of loyalty and selflessness that she would hate to see those she cares for get hurt. Even with those she's close to, she tends to push them away for though she is almost desperate for a sense of kinship, she has been raised to believe that love is weakness. This is purely a fact that has been proved to her time and time again. However, she does wish to help others in need, aiming to be a healer and quite against fighting despite her skill in the area. One key thing to note is that she tends to talk to herself - along with the 'ghosts' of her past - quite frequently.
~*~ History ~*~
'Now I'm gonna reap what I sew'
Laelia's mother, Clover, was a kittypet. A kittypet who followed her heart wherever it led, and happened upon a ruthless yet manipulatively charming rogue. Scar was basically a born leader who happened to leave a trail of blood wherever he walked. Yet he happened to to be very cunning, and so he stole her heart in an attempt to gain himself a son. He got what he wanted, Clover giving birth to two sons and two daughters. Strangely enough, Laelia was a tortoiseshell, which was somewhere in her father's bloodline, yet he knew this not. He took an instant disliking to her, and happily left her an Aster when he took Lark and Raven. However, since they were born in winter, it didn't take long for Lark to succumb to the cold. Angered, Scar came back and took Laelia, whom Clover had promised would be tougher than the more favoured Aster in hopes to spare her favourite daughter. Laelia, who had hated her father since he'd kidnapped her brothers, proved to be a great challenge to her father. This led him to toughen his lessons on her, and often push her into training practices and battles she wasn't ready for. However, instead of weakening her resolve, this only strengthened it. Laelia proved to be a great fighter, and a cunning child. She was a quick learner as well. Yet her father saw fault in her. Her heart. She was supposedly weakened by her love for her precious little sister, so her father stole her away and killed her in front of Lae. Angered, Laelia had attacked her father in a blind fit of rage, only to be confronted by her brother. He'd dragged her away and glared at her until her father was out of sight, and then done his best to comfort her. When she vowed to kill Scar for what he'd done, Raven had told her to leave and not come back until the fire of vengeance had left her heart. "Be strong, little heart. We will meet again, Lae." Little heart was a nickname her mother had given her once. One the child despised. Yet spoken from her brother's lips it was taken to heart and she'd left.
A long course of wandering without purpose caused Laelia to toughen. She adopted a mask to hide her emotions, and found herself avoiding almost everyone she could. She picked up a skill for healing, watching other cats sometimes for days on end to see what herbs they chose and what they used them for. Being the quick learner she was, she picked up quite a skill for it. This came in handy when she was scouting once and was pushed out of the tree by some temperamental cat. Since she wasn't high up, she didn't break anything and managed to get away, yet she was weakened, which led to that very cat attacking her for no reason. Or at least none that she knew. She'd killed the cat that attacked her, and from then on reversed her vow to kill her father with one to never fight again. She'd used her knew knowledge of herbs to heal herself, and once strengthened, she'd moved on until she found a place called Deathclan. Despite their name, this group of rogues turned out to be not killer bound, but in fact a tight knit group that fought for each other and ensured the loyalties of its members. It appeared to take after the other clans in the area, except many of the group did not remain there, and instead were a part of it mainly for a place to call home should they need it. They were also more ruthless and had stronger training methods than the original clans. This was something she liked about them. She found this would be a good place to call home and make her stronger. Somewhere to stay whilst she quietened her need for vengeance and found allies. Perhaps even someone who might help her find her brother, who may of may not still be in the group she was raised in. She feared only two things from then on, her father coming after her, and hieghts - a foolish fear caused by a fateful accident she can be only thankful towards. Unknown to her, her father has since been killed, so the former fear is unnecessary.
~*~ Relationships ~*~
'I'm left seeing red on my own'
Mother: Npc - Clover
Father:Deceased- Scar
Brother(s):Deceased - Lark & Open - Raven
Sister(s):Deceased - Aster
~*~ Basics ~*~
'Just like a moth drawn to a flame'
Nickname(s): Lae, little heart
Gender: Female
Rank: Youngling, Peasant
Sexuality: Undecided
Clan: Deathclan
Song: Stitches
~*~ Appearance ~*~
'Oh you lured me in and I couldn't sense the pain'
Laelia is a rather petite tortoiseshell with dilute silver-blue eyes. She is by no means tough, her build more on the lean and lithe side, similar to that of a Fireclan cat, yet she is stronger than she appears. Branded into the very fibre of her muscles are many fighting techniques that make her a lot more dangerous than she appears, she is also a surpringliy strong swimmmer. She tends to wear a mask that portrays little to no emotion, and can often be perceived as uncaring. However, she appears reasonably friendly, and is often underestimated. Her coat is of medium length, and she's a little on the small side compared to most cats her age, but water tends to roll off her fur like a ducks' feathers. Despite her birthplace, and completely different upbringing, she does not carry the look of a pampered kittypet, nor an unkempt rogue. In fact, she takes great care of herself and her appearance. She often has the scent of healing herbs thanks to the knowledge supplied to her by her mother.
~*~ Personality ~*~
'Your bitter heart cold to the touch'
At first glance, Laelia appears emotionless, cold, uncaring and burdened with many trust issues. Whilst the last part is true, the rest is more an outlook she gives to others, a mask per say, based on the last. She has a great lack of trust, and tends to be quick to see the worst in others. Though she is a good judge of character, and will often portray herself as friendlier toward others than she is towards those she senses are 'off' she tends to try and avoid most social situations. However, once you get to know her one might find she is actually caring, selfless and extremely loyal. After a kithood of betrayals, she finds that she would rather gain ones trust and earn it rather than use it for her own advantage only to leave them behind in the dust. Though even once one knows her, she will still be rather blunt and seem outwardly unfriendly, she will often porve herself in brash acts of loyalty and selflessness that she would hate to see those she cares for get hurt. Even with those she's close to, she tends to push them away for though she is almost desperate for a sense of kinship, she has been raised to believe that love is weakness. This is purely a fact that has been proved to her time and time again. However, she does wish to help others in need, aiming to be a healer and quite against fighting despite her skill in the area. One key thing to note is that she tends to talk to herself - along with the 'ghosts' of her past - quite frequently.
~*~ History ~*~
'Now I'm gonna reap what I sew'
Laelia's mother, Clover, was a kittypet. A kittypet who followed her heart wherever it led, and happened upon a ruthless yet manipulatively charming rogue. Scar was basically a born leader who happened to leave a trail of blood wherever he walked. Yet he happened to to be very cunning, and so he stole her heart in an attempt to gain himself a son. He got what he wanted, Clover giving birth to two sons and two daughters. Strangely enough, Laelia was a tortoiseshell, which was somewhere in her father's bloodline, yet he knew this not. He took an instant disliking to her, and happily left her an Aster when he took Lark and Raven. However, since they were born in winter, it didn't take long for Lark to succumb to the cold. Angered, Scar came back and took Laelia, whom Clover had promised would be tougher than the more favoured Aster in hopes to spare her favourite daughter. Laelia, who had hated her father since he'd kidnapped her brothers, proved to be a great challenge to her father. This led him to toughen his lessons on her, and often push her into training practices and battles she wasn't ready for. However, instead of weakening her resolve, this only strengthened it. Laelia proved to be a great fighter, and a cunning child. She was a quick learner as well. Yet her father saw fault in her. Her heart. She was supposedly weakened by her love for her precious little sister, so her father stole her away and killed her in front of Lae. Angered, Laelia had attacked her father in a blind fit of rage, only to be confronted by her brother. He'd dragged her away and glared at her until her father was out of sight, and then done his best to comfort her. When she vowed to kill Scar for what he'd done, Raven had told her to leave and not come back until the fire of vengeance had left her heart. "Be strong, little heart. We will meet again, Lae." Little heart was a nickname her mother had given her once. One the child despised. Yet spoken from her brother's lips it was taken to heart and she'd left.
A long course of wandering without purpose caused Laelia to toughen. She adopted a mask to hide her emotions, and found herself avoiding almost everyone she could. She picked up a skill for healing, watching other cats sometimes for days on end to see what herbs they chose and what they used them for. Being the quick learner she was, she picked up quite a skill for it. This came in handy when she was scouting once and was pushed out of the tree by some temperamental cat. Since she wasn't high up, she didn't break anything and managed to get away, yet she was weakened, which led to that very cat attacking her for no reason. Or at least none that she knew. She'd killed the cat that attacked her, and from then on reversed her vow to kill her father with one to never fight again. She'd used her knew knowledge of herbs to heal herself, and once strengthened, she'd moved on until she found a place called Deathclan. Despite their name, this group of rogues turned out to be not killer bound, but in fact a tight knit group that fought for each other and ensured the loyalties of its members. It appeared to take after the other clans in the area, except many of the group did not remain there, and instead were a part of it mainly for a place to call home should they need it. They were also more ruthless and had stronger training methods than the original clans. This was something she liked about them. She found this would be a good place to call home and make her stronger. Somewhere to stay whilst she quietened her need for vengeance and found allies. Perhaps even someone who might help her find her brother, who may of may not still be in the group she was raised in. She feared only two things from then on, her father coming after her, and hieghts - a foolish fear caused by a fateful accident she can be only thankful towards. Unknown to her, her father has since been killed, so the former fear is unnecessary.
~*~ Relationships ~*~
'I'm left seeing red on my own'
Mother: Npc - Clover
Father:
Brother(s):
Sister(s):
I am happy for any form of plotting or roleplaying, even if you just want to tag Lae and toss her in a thread, her username is simply @//laelia, and I'm happy to have her roleplay with absolutely anyone. Friends, enemies, clan cats, kittypets, fellow Deathclanners etc. I just need this little kitty to get out there. Also not that both Raven and Clover are open for claiming, I am also open for half-siblings on Clover's side. Just post here or PM me!
