Post by - Dire - on Jul 7, 2016 19:53:55 GMT -6
|| I hope this is okay. >.< First character. I'm kind of nervous. x3 ||
Name: Santana
Age: 2 years of age
Birth Season:
Winter
Gender:
Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - However, she leans more towards the female of equals.
Genetics: OO/bb/dd/Dmdm/ii/ss/cscs/ww/AA/McMc/ll/mkmk
Breed:
Turkish Angora
Size: Medium and Lanky. Santana is a feather-weight she-cat that weighs about 10.3 pounds.
Eye color:
A light, nearly ice blue. With a possible pink-isk tinge around her diamond hues.
Coat color:
A snow white pigmentation. The same as every other feline with Albinism running throughout their veins. However, if it wasn't for the Albinism in her blood, her fur would be that of apricot points. One with a red-isk tabby point coloration upon the tail, legs, and face. The body being the standard cream.
Coat length:
Long. Although it looks short in comparison to those like the Persian and Bobtail, it doesn't touch the floor below her, but, it's considered long by many; possessing a whisky demeanor to the tips.
Markings: Santana lacks pigmentation in, well, her whole body. Her nose is a pastel pink in color. Along with her paw pads, gums, and skin. Her claws are a transparent blank. And her fur in its entirety is a lowly bland snow. However, without the Albinism in her blood, the markings would consist of apricot-tabby points upon the tail, legs, and face; the majority of the body being a light cream. And without the Albinism within her vein's, her eyes would be a light, mint green hue.
Distinct features: Santana possesses what is to be known as an extra toe. A genetic tendency that pops up from time to time in felines. This being called 'Polydactyl' by many. Granted, it's just an extra toe, it doesn't hinder her in any way besides the occasional trip or stumble thanks to the limp extra limb. It does, however, grant her bliss in climbing. As, it too obtains a claw. Thus, helping her in climbing and so on. These extra toes can, oddly, be found upon every foot. There fore, there are six toes upon the front feet. And five coming to rest upon her hind. She also, as I've mentioned before, has the rare gene of Albinism. Causing a lacking pigmentation of color to come upon her body; leaving her with a bland, white coat.
Personality:
Santana is a kind soul. Along with an optimistic, pessimistic, loving, and care-free one if you were to look closer than just the outside. Santana is a rare innocent soul. Just as rare as her genetic code proclaims. She's an exotic lass whom's only desire is to.. Well.. Please. She wishes to please all those whom ask of favors from her. And she just wishes to please all those whom ask of her anything in their rightful mind. Santana basically believes that she's been sent her.. Upon earth.. To grant bliss to those around her. And to grant peace in the hearts of all those who she can help and save. Santana has a bubbly persona in mosts' eyes. To many, she is a dull, obedient mistress just awaiting nothing but unsought-about disappointment. Which, is quite, actually, close to what she is today. Santana, upon the outside, has an act of playing stupid; playing dumb; playing.. Child and chicken. Santana has this act up for show for one reason, and one reason only. - To save herself the disappointment from others once they push her away, further into the pits of the wandering forest. This act saves herself of worry. Of.. Well.. Violence. After all.. Nobody would hit a child, now would they? Nobody would harm a innocent being. It's an unwritten rule whom Santana dared to lie about. And she'll continue to lie about the same thing until another figures her out. Santana's act consists of low-leveled jokes, a wit the size of a measly kit's, and the intelligence to never gloat about. - This is simply all a game to her. This is simply all a lie whom she wishes to play out until the end.
History:
Santana doesn't exactly know what her history would be of before the tornado struck. And she doesn't wish to think about such things any time soon. However, she does remember short clips of what her past would be every once in a while through dreams here and there. But, it isn't enough to piece together the life she had been living this entire time. And yet, she still has a nagging thought; a feeling; that whatever life she could have lived before hand.. Was better than any life she could live today; at the moment, that is. Santana's mother, after the tornado, in her last year of life, took refuge within the forest. Or at least, the outskirts of it where plenty of shade could cover her mother's own winter pelt. And where sunlight filtered through the leaves in light arrays of yellow and gold. Santana was born in these premises. Her and her now-deceased brother, that is. Her and her mother took refuge here for quite some time; asking help of strangers when they could. Considering Santana's fear of direct sunlight. And her mother's fear of leaving her daughter alone for too long in the world nowadays. However, nobody wished to answer their prayers. Nobody wished to help them Nobody wished to give them directions to places afar. And nobody wished to listen to their worrying words. Soon, Santana's mother died; being attacked by a lowly rouge whilst searching for food and other things needed to survive. Santana, upon her death, was only a mere half-a-year in age. Give or take a month or two. Depression was Santana's only savior as of this point. Until, of course, she took up the act; annoying others so that she could scavenge for food; acting like an imbecile just to get some water or another to talk to for a bit. Or possibly.. Talking others into measly lies, just so she could survive another day. Her act still continues. Her act still flourishes. Running like ice water throughout her body and veins.
Tag the Staff: Echo-Doodle , Tera , Alicefox
Name: Santana
Age: 2 years of age
Birth Season:
Winter
Gender:
Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - However, she leans more towards the female of equals.
Genetics: OO/bb/dd/Dmdm/ii/ss/cscs/ww/AA/McMc/ll/mkmk
Breed:
Turkish Angora
Size: Medium and Lanky. Santana is a feather-weight she-cat that weighs about 10.3 pounds.
Eye color:
A light, nearly ice blue. With a possible pink-isk tinge around her diamond hues.
Coat color:
A snow white pigmentation. The same as every other feline with Albinism running throughout their veins. However, if it wasn't for the Albinism in her blood, her fur would be that of apricot points. One with a red-isk tabby point coloration upon the tail, legs, and face. The body being the standard cream.
Coat length:
Long. Although it looks short in comparison to those like the Persian and Bobtail, it doesn't touch the floor below her, but, it's considered long by many; possessing a whisky demeanor to the tips.
Markings: Santana lacks pigmentation in, well, her whole body. Her nose is a pastel pink in color. Along with her paw pads, gums, and skin. Her claws are a transparent blank. And her fur in its entirety is a lowly bland snow. However, without the Albinism in her blood, the markings would consist of apricot-tabby points upon the tail, legs, and face; the majority of the body being a light cream. And without the Albinism within her vein's, her eyes would be a light, mint green hue.
Distinct features: Santana possesses what is to be known as an extra toe. A genetic tendency that pops up from time to time in felines. This being called 'Polydactyl' by many. Granted, it's just an extra toe, it doesn't hinder her in any way besides the occasional trip or stumble thanks to the limp extra limb. It does, however, grant her bliss in climbing. As, it too obtains a claw. Thus, helping her in climbing and so on. These extra toes can, oddly, be found upon every foot. There fore, there are six toes upon the front feet. And five coming to rest upon her hind. She also, as I've mentioned before, has the rare gene of Albinism. Causing a lacking pigmentation of color to come upon her body; leaving her with a bland, white coat.
Personality:
Santana is a kind soul. Along with an optimistic, pessimistic, loving, and care-free one if you were to look closer than just the outside. Santana is a rare innocent soul. Just as rare as her genetic code proclaims. She's an exotic lass whom's only desire is to.. Well.. Please. She wishes to please all those whom ask of favors from her. And she just wishes to please all those whom ask of her anything in their rightful mind. Santana basically believes that she's been sent her.. Upon earth.. To grant bliss to those around her. And to grant peace in the hearts of all those who she can help and save. Santana has a bubbly persona in mosts' eyes. To many, she is a dull, obedient mistress just awaiting nothing but unsought-about disappointment. Which, is quite, actually, close to what she is today. Santana, upon the outside, has an act of playing stupid; playing dumb; playing.. Child and chicken. Santana has this act up for show for one reason, and one reason only. - To save herself the disappointment from others once they push her away, further into the pits of the wandering forest. This act saves herself of worry. Of.. Well.. Violence. After all.. Nobody would hit a child, now would they? Nobody would harm a innocent being. It's an unwritten rule whom Santana dared to lie about. And she'll continue to lie about the same thing until another figures her out. Santana's act consists of low-leveled jokes, a wit the size of a measly kit's, and the intelligence to never gloat about. - This is simply all a game to her. This is simply all a lie whom she wishes to play out until the end.
History:
Santana doesn't exactly know what her history would be of before the tornado struck. And she doesn't wish to think about such things any time soon. However, she does remember short clips of what her past would be every once in a while through dreams here and there. But, it isn't enough to piece together the life she had been living this entire time. And yet, she still has a nagging thought; a feeling; that whatever life she could have lived before hand.. Was better than any life she could live today; at the moment, that is. Santana's mother, after the tornado, in her last year of life, took refuge within the forest. Or at least, the outskirts of it where plenty of shade could cover her mother's own winter pelt. And where sunlight filtered through the leaves in light arrays of yellow and gold. Santana was born in these premises. Her and her now-deceased brother, that is. Her and her mother took refuge here for quite some time; asking help of strangers when they could. Considering Santana's fear of direct sunlight. And her mother's fear of leaving her daughter alone for too long in the world nowadays. However, nobody wished to answer their prayers. Nobody wished to help them Nobody wished to give them directions to places afar. And nobody wished to listen to their worrying words. Soon, Santana's mother died; being attacked by a lowly rouge whilst searching for food and other things needed to survive. Santana, upon her death, was only a mere half-a-year in age. Give or take a month or two. Depression was Santana's only savior as of this point. Until, of course, she took up the act; annoying others so that she could scavenge for food; acting like an imbecile just to get some water or another to talk to for a bit. Or possibly.. Talking others into measly lies, just so she could survive another day. Her act still continues. Her act still flourishes. Running like ice water throughout her body and veins.
Tag the Staff: Echo-Doodle , Tera , Alicefox