Post by Nightingale on Aug 6, 2017 11:55:04 GMT -6
nightingale.female ❅ twenty nine moons ❅ loner
"you'll think how did i get here sitting next to you"
name. nightingale
former names. 'rose' - birth name
nicknames. n/a
gender. female
rank. loner
orientation. hetero
clan. loner
scent. red roses
voice. angelina jolie with a hint of english.
song. heathens - twenty øne piløts"but after all i've said, please don't forget"
appearance. nighingale is slender and tall, as siameses are. she's a beautiful chocolate point, with a cream coat and cocoa muzzle, tail and legs. she's a classic siamese, not either a modern or an applehead. with long legs and a soft, short coat, her bloodlines are pure siamese, showcats in her blood going all the way back to her great-grandparents. her eyes are this deep blue and hold the stars.
personality. nightingale can be cold and distant, but once you get past that she can be very caring. she's very prim and proper, and doesn't like getting messy. she can come across as very judging. she can also be quite theatrical, and has quite the talent for 'using' other cats. this all may make her seem manipulative and vain, but inside she's quite isolated. while she can sound strong and stubborn, the right combination of words can completely tear her down like a house of cards. her biggest fear is to be rejected. honestly she just needs to be loved <33
"all my friends are heathens take it slow"
history.
"i was born as rose; that's the name my parents gave me. i abandoned it when they abandoned me. but that comes much later in my story.
i was born on a bitterly cold autumn day, crisped with dry leaves and the fragrant smell of ripe apples. i was the firstborn of a litter of six, the children of the king and queen of our kingdom.
they called me princess. a princess of the people. and as the oldest from my litter, i was on my way to being queen.
we were all pure-bred siamese cats, each of our features hand-selected from each generation. we were supposed to be perfect. i was supposed to be perfect.
my family were showcats, yes, but also warriors. they never lived in the wild, but were able to catch mice in the twoleg nest and out in the garden. in our kingdom, being a perfect showcat was highly honoured, but also was being strong and dependable. we were raised with always an open door to the outside, and i spent most of my kittenhood outdoors, playing amongst autumn leaves and rolling around fallen apples.
my parents trained me to be the perfect ruler, and all of my waking hours were spent focusing on it until one day, while our twolegs were allowing us our daily time outside in the yard, i met a tom. he belonged to the twolegs in the house beside us, and belonged to the kingdom that opposed ours. but my foolish kitten self didn't know that. we became close, and every day i went to visit him. slowly, slowly, i fell in love with him.
i remember it all very clearly. he was a moon older than me, a bengal who was tall and strong. i remember he was also being trained as a ruler, the king of his kingdom, and we spoke about uniting our kingdoms when we were older.
i was only six moons at the time, but i believed that the love was real. but i didn't dare to tell my parents, so i kept it all to myself.
before i knew it, i was spending all of my days with him. his name was stefan, and he was charming and sweet and caring.
but one, terrible day, my parents watched me as i crept out of the twoleg nest at twilight to meet him. it was the ultimate form of betrayal, a show of disloyalty.
i wasn't perfect anymore. my own parents spat upon me, told me i was a disgrace, told me that i was a filthy traitor that didn't deserve to be princess, much less queen. and the first thing i did was run outside to the fence of the tom, only to find him regarding me with suspicious eyes.
he told me that his parents told him that he ought to not speak to me anymore, and that they said that all cats from my kingdom were out to hurt those of his. i tried to tell him that it wasn't true, but he would have none of it.
that was the last time i saw him.
that one day, when i was seven moons old, everything i cared about crashed down. the way my parents looked at me hurt like claws, and everything i had trained for had just been pulled out of my reach.
and so, i remember my seven-moon self trying to convince my closest brother, sparrow, who confessed, himself, to hating this lifestyle, to leap off the roof with me, over the fence and into the forest, where i knew we could find a new beginning together. it was so, ridiculously selfish, i know, but he was the only cat in the world i loved anymore and i couldn't bear to let him go. though i could tell it hurt him, he refused, and no matter how much i begged, nothing changed. i resorted to leaping off myself and dashing across the twoleg path into the woods. i never saw my brother again.
my life in the woods started out rocky, but steadied itself quickly. i thought i was okay, until i came across an old friend in the stretch of forest near the town i used to live in, and he passed on to me the news of sparrow, my brother,'s death. i was devastated, and it affected me in ways nothing else ever had - but of course, i didn't let it show. i couldn't afford to be weak.
from then on, i distanced myself from everything i knew - even my name. i was no longer rose; nightingale reigned.""wait for them to ask you who you know"
abilities. she's good at running, and stepping quietly, so she can be a good hunter. she has a good sense of smell. she's very intelligent, cunning, and is good with other cats. however, she lacks much strength, and in a one-on-one battle with no tactics or strategies, she is more than likely to lose. she used to often place trivial things over the importance of life-threatening matters, e.g choosing to listen to a songbird instead of leaping onto it, even when her stomach was empty and she knew it, but pretty much lost that trait as she became more and more dark and bitter. if some cat said just the right words in just the right order, she's susceptible to completely break down.
likes. beautiful things. songbirds. roses. stars. wildflowers.
fears. being neglected and left behind. that no one loves her, and everyone she knows is lying to her.
relationships.
family.
violet. mother. even that word leaves a foul taste in my mouth. i despise her.
duke. father. i despise him just as much, perhaps even more.
sparrow. my brother. i love him, and always will. i was devastated at his death.
friends.
Finnick makes me laugh. smells like the sea.
something in between
Loki . one of the most interesting cats i've met in the woods so far. i do believe there's more to him than he's letting on, but it's so strangely, incredibly hard to read him.
Cleo one of the only cats i genuinely like around here.
acquaintances.
enemies
lovers
"please don't make any sudden moves"ooc.
played by tea! i also own Skypaw Cheetahfur Snowkit
"you don't know the half of the abuse"
