Post by shads on Mar 11, 2012 12:11:12 GMT -5
invidia
it pains my heart
to see you so beautiful
it pains my heart
to see you so beautiful
name;; Invidia
gender;; female
age;; 17 moons
rank;; rogue
short description;; Lovely white she-cat with deep amber eyes
appearance;;A feline version of Snow White mixed with her evil antagonist, Invidia is the perfected version of the witch. With a coat of fur that make her seem like a virtuous and innocent young one, the feline is a sight for sore eyes. Her stunning amber eyes and flawless coat are the envy of most who set their eyes upon the gorgeous aristocrat. With the perfect ears, the perfect tail, the perfect skinny body, there isn't much on the outside that isn't absolutely stunning. However, there is one blemish, hidden well by her long fur, underneath her chin where a long scar is barely noticeable unless looked for. She hides it well, but doesn't let it keep her from holding her head high.
personality;;Invidia is far from savage. She holds herself with the highest regards, despite her heritage. She is elegant, well spoken, and never caught off guard. Her British accent surprises most, but she has come to expect it. She doesn't bother neither with small talk, nor things not needed to be said. She appears to be friendly, well spoken, and nothing at all like a rogue. But on the inside she is so much different than who she portrays. She envies anyone and everyone who she sees. Whether it be for their beauty, their mate, their personality, even their family. They could be the ugliest cat in the world, but she would find something to be in envy of. She doesn't believe herself to be beautiful, but will do anything to achieve it. Even kill. She is strong-willed, stubborn, and above all prideful of her abilities to manipulate and seduce. She wanders the clans unknowingly searching for victims of her greedy claws. Her outside elegance and smile is hiding her thoughts or brutal mutilation and torture. She hardly ever acts upon her thoughts and desires, but there is always those certain times...
history;;Invidia was born in a kitty pet household where she gained her British accent. Her mother, a lavish creature, had mated with a wildly seductive and mysterious tom who sang melodies of romance to her in her youth. Her mother was only 15 moons old when she had kitted Invidia and her sister, [name to be decided]. Invidia from the start was an envious feline. Her sister was always the one petted and sought after by their owners from the beginning. Invidia meowed and meowed, but her plain white coat could not compare to her sister's beautiful tortoiseshell fur and vivid green eyes.
At the age of 7 moons, Invidia's father, Aiden, came to visit one clear night. Her mother told him to go away, but he wouldn't listen. Invidia, who of course was ecstatic to see him, walked over to him. He asked her if she would like to get away from here. She nodded to him as he told her mother, not asked, that he was taking his one daughter. [Sister] tried to protest, but with a flick of the tail Aiden silenced her. "She's the only one in my eyes." Joyful to know that her father thought her better than the sister she was envious of, she gladly walked away with him. Despite her mother's beseeching, Invidia didn't not falter. Little did she know exactly what she was getting into to.
Her father apparently was leader of a ring of males who fought for fun. They fought amongst themselves mostly, but sometimes they brought in felines from clans or cities or loners. Aiden, a massive black feline, was obviously the best fighter around by the way the others trembled in his presence. Suddenly, within moments of arriving, Invidia was envious of her father's power over others and wished for herself. She trotted up next to her father. "Daddy, won't you teach me how to make others tremble when they see me, too?" With a smile that was both scary and reassuring her whispered back, "Anything for my lovely daughter."
Invidia was a small for her age, and her father never let her forget it. He took her into training from the minute they got there, battle training that was. He taught her how to move, how to distract, how to be patient. He taunted her about being small in training, but in private he reminded her how she shouldn't let being small rule her life. She had to act big, and then, and only then, would she be big. With jealous eyes and an envious mind she took in everything, absorbing it like a sponge does water. Soon she became quite the fighter, and her father introduced to the youngest tom of the group who was only a couple moons older than herself. His name was Garth, and he was the only one who treated her with respect. He was brilliantly elegant and she saw how girls swooned over him. She envied the attention they got from him, and soon sought for it herself. He was the only one he would battle, and later he told her it was because she was the only one who was better than himself.
At the age of 9 moons, Invidia found herself battling males older and older. She enjoyed the rush, the high she got from it. In between training and her father, she found little time for Garth, but he somehow always made it a point to make time for her. Then she discovered he had gotten another she-cat in the camp pregnant. Driven by an envious rage, Invidia challenged the she-cat to battle. Gasps of horror and terror echoed in her ears. She knew it was improper to challenge a pregnant she-cat, but she didn't care. "I am the daughter of Aiden and you will do as I say!" Her rage thundered in her voice. Her father didn't stop either. He stood and watched, silently pleased with what he had created.
The she-cat stepped forward with a determined glow in her eyes, but they could not match Invidia's fury. They battled furiously, egged on by the jeers from the crowd. This is the battle from which the scar on her chin and neck was made. The she-cat's claws nearly missed her jugular, and blood gushed on the ground, but that didn't stop Invidia. It only made her battle harder. When the she-cat was down, and had had enough, Invidia didn't stop. She killed the she-cat, and the taste of blood was one she was appalled by at first, but soon craved after wards. As her father walked her away from the arena, Garth blocked their path. "I loved her, but you had to have me to yourself, didn't you? No matter if I wanted it!" Invidia was appalled. "Didn't you?" No was his reply. He ran off, the love of her life, and was never to be seen again.
After that Invidia left in search of her lover. She now wanders here and there looking the lost half of her whole, leaving a path of envy, dismay, and blood in her wake.
