Post by HarbingerxOfxDeath on Apr 15, 2009 18:58:08 GMT -5
Name: Hecate
Age: Thought to be around 67 but is the appearance of a fully grown adult of a 16 year old.
Date Of Birth: 5th May
Homelands: Princetown, Devon.
Race: Black Leopard (Human) {See Background}
Class: Shapeshifter, but only in the sense of her rebirths. She can't turn back to her human state at will
Final: She will use her stealth to help achieve her ends, waiting till the last possible moment before breaking her cover and charging down her prey. Once she has a hold of the prey, she will use powerful jaws to crush the windpipe and deprive the victim of air.
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{Weapon Information}
Being what she is, she has no personal need for magic or physical weapons other than her teeth, claws and the strength lying in her muscles. She is perfectly designed for stealthy ambush attacks and short but powerful bursts of speed with a crushing bite, usually to the neck to crush the windpipe by her preference. Her claws are regularly sharpened and if you are lucky to survive an attack, it is advised you get some form of disinfectant as her claws aren't the easiest thing for her to clean, otherwise she is rather hygienic.
{Armour Information}
Hecate has a thicker hide than a human, which protects her from play fighting, rain and minor scratches or tears but wears no armour made of metal or leather. Just her good self, for such armour would weigh her down and drag her down by speed too. Her fur is dark so it keeps her warmer in the wintertime and she moults to cope with the summer. It is also advise to never swallow her whiskers for they can puncture the stomach lining, which can prove highly fatal.
{Accessory Information}
She is what she is and has no need for fancy charms or enchanted assortments of garb.
{Physical Description}
Hecate as a human used to have black hair and blue eyes just like her father and she was a lot like him in personality. Whilst her father's facial features were quite rounded, Hecate had inherited the angular face of her mother who ran a tight ship. Despite her parents both being of a short nature, Hecate turned out to have a little more height than the both of them and she bore a quite athletic yet equally lanky build for all the running and stealing she committed. She also had fun in chasing the sheep that roamed Dartmoor.
As a black Leopard, she was of their usual sort. Her fur was thick and sleek with a silvery sheen and in certain lights you could see the rosette shapes of the spotted coat that made her a leopard, which is known as a melanistic morph. Her eyes are a deep amber and yet they show off her dark, untrusting and calculative nature. She is now an agile and stealthy predator with a comparatively long body for a cat and short legs. She is able to take down large prey with a massive skull that utilises powerful jaw muscles and the force of the rest of her muscle strength combined.
If she is fatally wounded, she will appear dead for a time as her frame reacts to the change. Then, she will go into a state of rebirth, her frame will glow a silvery green and this light will get brighter and brighter blinding all close by the event. When the light fades, all that remains is a small, seemingly defenceless black leopard cub.
{Personality and Other Relative Physical Traits}
She is an expert climber and she keeps her claws sharp to help with ascending and descending the bark of trees. She likes a tree with a good branch surface area and not too much foliage so that she can see what's happening around and below her, she will always descend head first. She will usually sleep or rest during the daytime and hunt at night when the darkness helps her camouflage. Normally, cats hate water, but like the Tiger, Fishing Cat and various others, Hecate has no aversion to swimming, though being naturally smaller, bigger cats such as the Tiger can outdo her in this court.
She is capable of running up to and around sixty kilometres, which will vary depending entirely on how much energy she has conserved, and she will only use it when absolutely necessary. She is also capable of jumping up to three feet vertically, which is true for most leopards; black, white or tawny.
She has taken much of the natural personality aspects of a Leopard, being highly solitary and fiercely independent, she will not suffer fools or those showing off. She demands with a quiet reserve that everyone respects her and gives her a wide berth. She is a little full of herself but knows what she is capable of. She has a cold heart with no remorse and no focus in life with the exception to exact her vengeance on any unlucky soul that happens to cross her path or get in her way.
She is certainly not the fussy eater and will ingest anything from beetles to livestock. She has been known to bring down a pony but rarely will go for anything bigger than that such as a horse. She will generally go for anything that's slower or makes for an easy meal, such as a nice fat sheep. Even though this is true for other cats, most of them being opportunistic hunters, Hecate was always the one to never look a gift horse in the mouth and would eat anything even vaguely edible in order to survive.
She has no qualms about killing be it animal, human or otherwise and it will take hell of a lot for her to get anywhere near remorse. Once she has made a kill, she will drag it from another's reach up a tree and is capable of lifting three times her own body weight. She's adaptive to her environment depending on what cover there is for her. Much of this she has had to learn from observing other felines from house cats to the odd other big cat she had come across. She will go for anything that will be of the lowest risk of injury even if she couldn't die, she didn't fancy re-birthing as she had to relearn all the hunting skills all over again.
She has a tendency to change suddenly. She can be quite docile and easy to talk with one moment but vicious and unrelenting the next. You have to be careful about what you say to her or what you call her. She hates lady titles such as 'miss', 'dear' or anything like that. In a way, she has a morbid sense of morality. She's calculative, always observing the odds of something and she can be very studious of another. She'll watch something or someone for hours and not do a thing. Her moods are never constant and you do have to respect the fact she is fully capable of killing without thinking about it.
She hates relying on anyone for help even if it means a chance to escape eternity. For Hecate, never truer words were spoken than, 'What we do in life echoes in eternity,' for her at least. Everyone has had least someone knowledge of her depending where they were born or grew up in the world, but the usual would be reading reports of a large vicious cat sighting or mysterious losses of livestock with no trace of where they went, for Hecate is a little particular in that regard.
She also gets frustrated at herself and the need to maintain her coat, which meant a few hours each day, particularly so after a hunt, she would be strongly inclined to groom and clean her fur. Her raspy tongue, which has full of tiny hooks on the surface, is suited for the task, taking out all the loose grotty strands. Course, that in turn meant hair-balls, another pet peeve of hers.
She does not enjoy company, not just for the leopard's natural like for the solitary and independent life, but for the fact she has no decent social skills. With no friends or family left, she has no one but herself. Even when help was offered to her, she hated being a burden and point blank refused it. If she has to suffer company either from forced contact by some ill-advised busybody hoping for a head trophy or by some hopelessly interested male, she would appear to be exceedingly agitated and rude, even down to the point of using violence if her warning signs are not taken into account. These signs are both in the tone of her voice or in the twitchy movements of her tail.
What should also be noted is that she can few others around her to be somewhat... inferior. She does not wholly make this an obvious intention nor does it seem entirely her own doing. Due to being such a calculative creature, she can seem overbearing, intimidating, which is probably more than intentional, or patronising. Despite her frustrations and her empty wishes, she has accepted herself for what she now is. Can she truly try to better herself to be a well rounded feline friend instead of a raging fiend? Who knows, but if she does apply her her head and heart to it, she's stubborn enough to get by at least.
{Background}
Hecate doesn't remember her true name but she has earned the name 'Hecate' for what she is and how she acts. She used to be human, a mortal born in the heart of Devon in a place called Princetown, which lies in the midst of Dartmoor. This being the highest village of Dartmoor and the harbour of Princetown Prison was her home before everything went dark. Hecate was the daughter of a dark hearted man who had turned out to kill his wife and Hecate's only brother before he was caught and made to pay for what he had done. His personality lies much in Hecate and is probably the remnants of his legacy. Course, it didn't help her much by residing within her soul.
Things were different, too young to make steady her keep and too full of attitude to let someone help raise her. She was a solely independent creature who hated being helped by anyone. Things led to another and she lost everything and this served to make her even more obstinate, biting whenever someone took pity on her. She fell from the light and turned to stealing to keep herself fed. At first, seemed to be all right for her but her luck ran out.
One night when she was just in her late teens she had chosen to steal from what she had thought to be a defenceless old woman on the corner of the street. She had crept in through a window that had been thoughtlessly left open and collected what she could for food or the odd valuable she could sell on for a price. She was caught out, a light flickering on. What was supposed to be an old woman was in truth a quite powerful witch. They spoke, with her preventing Hecate's escape from having silently closed the window shut.
The witch was not a cruel thing, but saw that Hecate had lost all purpose in life. She turned her into the one creature that she represented most as a personality. She was turned into that of the most solitary, most changing, most darkest of beasts, the black leopard. Whilst the Witch had meant for the change to be a lesson for her to learn, Hecate did not react accordingly. She had become vengeful over the years, unable to find the Witch again. She was shocked to discover after a gruelling fight with a farmer and his boys that she could not die, but was reborn like a Phoenix to the flames.
Like some versions of the tale told of Phoenixes, she was reborn a cub but would age as a normal cub till she regained her usual normality as a full grown adult Leopard. Years and years went by, this process repeating only a couple of time during her ageing years no thanks to a zealous cow protecting her calf and another large cat.
Eventually, the witch that had originally made her what she now was had seen that she had not changed but had become even worse. She made an appearance and managed to exact a deal with Hecate, as locals that had felt the wrath of the cat stealing their livestock. She would restore her true form only if she attended this school to better herself and learn her original lesson. Begrudgingly, Hecate agreed seeing as she was tired of living so many years without a choice hope in hell of dying.
{Picture (s)}
When she used to be human:
Adult:
Cub:
all4athena.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Leopard-72937195
{{Author's Notes:
1. That's the smallest she'd get, and then she'd grow up from that till full age, I think it's okay to imagine the juvenile stages.
2. My apologies for the slight change of the basic form. It's a little different from what I'm used to and she has no specific uses for the three categories with the (Name), Description thing and weren't entirely to the point, if you catch my meaning. I've explained why this is so in the sections. Just to let you know.
3. Thanks to the folks here to have helped me with this.
4. How did you know that pineapple is my favourite fruit? No, seriously, it is!}}
Age: Thought to be around 67 but is the appearance of a fully grown adult of a 16 year old.
Date Of Birth: 5th May
Homelands: Princetown, Devon.
Race: Black Leopard (Human) {See Background}
Class: Shapeshifter, but only in the sense of her rebirths. She can't turn back to her human state at will
Final: She will use her stealth to help achieve her ends, waiting till the last possible moment before breaking her cover and charging down her prey. Once she has a hold of the prey, she will use powerful jaws to crush the windpipe and deprive the victim of air.
--------------------------------------
{Weapon Information}
Being what she is, she has no personal need for magic or physical weapons other than her teeth, claws and the strength lying in her muscles. She is perfectly designed for stealthy ambush attacks and short but powerful bursts of speed with a crushing bite, usually to the neck to crush the windpipe by her preference. Her claws are regularly sharpened and if you are lucky to survive an attack, it is advised you get some form of disinfectant as her claws aren't the easiest thing for her to clean, otherwise she is rather hygienic.
{Armour Information}
Hecate has a thicker hide than a human, which protects her from play fighting, rain and minor scratches or tears but wears no armour made of metal or leather. Just her good self, for such armour would weigh her down and drag her down by speed too. Her fur is dark so it keeps her warmer in the wintertime and she moults to cope with the summer. It is also advise to never swallow her whiskers for they can puncture the stomach lining, which can prove highly fatal.
{Accessory Information}
She is what she is and has no need for fancy charms or enchanted assortments of garb.
{Physical Description}
Hecate as a human used to have black hair and blue eyes just like her father and she was a lot like him in personality. Whilst her father's facial features were quite rounded, Hecate had inherited the angular face of her mother who ran a tight ship. Despite her parents both being of a short nature, Hecate turned out to have a little more height than the both of them and she bore a quite athletic yet equally lanky build for all the running and stealing she committed. She also had fun in chasing the sheep that roamed Dartmoor.
As a black Leopard, she was of their usual sort. Her fur was thick and sleek with a silvery sheen and in certain lights you could see the rosette shapes of the spotted coat that made her a leopard, which is known as a melanistic morph. Her eyes are a deep amber and yet they show off her dark, untrusting and calculative nature. She is now an agile and stealthy predator with a comparatively long body for a cat and short legs. She is able to take down large prey with a massive skull that utilises powerful jaw muscles and the force of the rest of her muscle strength combined.
If she is fatally wounded, she will appear dead for a time as her frame reacts to the change. Then, she will go into a state of rebirth, her frame will glow a silvery green and this light will get brighter and brighter blinding all close by the event. When the light fades, all that remains is a small, seemingly defenceless black leopard cub.
{Personality and Other Relative Physical Traits}
She is an expert climber and she keeps her claws sharp to help with ascending and descending the bark of trees. She likes a tree with a good branch surface area and not too much foliage so that she can see what's happening around and below her, she will always descend head first. She will usually sleep or rest during the daytime and hunt at night when the darkness helps her camouflage. Normally, cats hate water, but like the Tiger, Fishing Cat and various others, Hecate has no aversion to swimming, though being naturally smaller, bigger cats such as the Tiger can outdo her in this court.
She is capable of running up to and around sixty kilometres, which will vary depending entirely on how much energy she has conserved, and she will only use it when absolutely necessary. She is also capable of jumping up to three feet vertically, which is true for most leopards; black, white or tawny.
She has taken much of the natural personality aspects of a Leopard, being highly solitary and fiercely independent, she will not suffer fools or those showing off. She demands with a quiet reserve that everyone respects her and gives her a wide berth. She is a little full of herself but knows what she is capable of. She has a cold heart with no remorse and no focus in life with the exception to exact her vengeance on any unlucky soul that happens to cross her path or get in her way.
She is certainly not the fussy eater and will ingest anything from beetles to livestock. She has been known to bring down a pony but rarely will go for anything bigger than that such as a horse. She will generally go for anything that's slower or makes for an easy meal, such as a nice fat sheep. Even though this is true for other cats, most of them being opportunistic hunters, Hecate was always the one to never look a gift horse in the mouth and would eat anything even vaguely edible in order to survive.
She has no qualms about killing be it animal, human or otherwise and it will take hell of a lot for her to get anywhere near remorse. Once she has made a kill, she will drag it from another's reach up a tree and is capable of lifting three times her own body weight. She's adaptive to her environment depending on what cover there is for her. Much of this she has had to learn from observing other felines from house cats to the odd other big cat she had come across. She will go for anything that will be of the lowest risk of injury even if she couldn't die, she didn't fancy re-birthing as she had to relearn all the hunting skills all over again.
She has a tendency to change suddenly. She can be quite docile and easy to talk with one moment but vicious and unrelenting the next. You have to be careful about what you say to her or what you call her. She hates lady titles such as 'miss', 'dear' or anything like that. In a way, she has a morbid sense of morality. She's calculative, always observing the odds of something and she can be very studious of another. She'll watch something or someone for hours and not do a thing. Her moods are never constant and you do have to respect the fact she is fully capable of killing without thinking about it.
She hates relying on anyone for help even if it means a chance to escape eternity. For Hecate, never truer words were spoken than, 'What we do in life echoes in eternity,' for her at least. Everyone has had least someone knowledge of her depending where they were born or grew up in the world, but the usual would be reading reports of a large vicious cat sighting or mysterious losses of livestock with no trace of where they went, for Hecate is a little particular in that regard.
She also gets frustrated at herself and the need to maintain her coat, which meant a few hours each day, particularly so after a hunt, she would be strongly inclined to groom and clean her fur. Her raspy tongue, which has full of tiny hooks on the surface, is suited for the task, taking out all the loose grotty strands. Course, that in turn meant hair-balls, another pet peeve of hers.
She does not enjoy company, not just for the leopard's natural like for the solitary and independent life, but for the fact she has no decent social skills. With no friends or family left, she has no one but herself. Even when help was offered to her, she hated being a burden and point blank refused it. If she has to suffer company either from forced contact by some ill-advised busybody hoping for a head trophy or by some hopelessly interested male, she would appear to be exceedingly agitated and rude, even down to the point of using violence if her warning signs are not taken into account. These signs are both in the tone of her voice or in the twitchy movements of her tail.
What should also be noted is that she can few others around her to be somewhat... inferior. She does not wholly make this an obvious intention nor does it seem entirely her own doing. Due to being such a calculative creature, she can seem overbearing, intimidating, which is probably more than intentional, or patronising. Despite her frustrations and her empty wishes, she has accepted herself for what she now is. Can she truly try to better herself to be a well rounded feline friend instead of a raging fiend? Who knows, but if she does apply her her head and heart to it, she's stubborn enough to get by at least.
{Background}
Hecate doesn't remember her true name but she has earned the name 'Hecate' for what she is and how she acts. She used to be human, a mortal born in the heart of Devon in a place called Princetown, which lies in the midst of Dartmoor. This being the highest village of Dartmoor and the harbour of Princetown Prison was her home before everything went dark. Hecate was the daughter of a dark hearted man who had turned out to kill his wife and Hecate's only brother before he was caught and made to pay for what he had done. His personality lies much in Hecate and is probably the remnants of his legacy. Course, it didn't help her much by residing within her soul.
Things were different, too young to make steady her keep and too full of attitude to let someone help raise her. She was a solely independent creature who hated being helped by anyone. Things led to another and she lost everything and this served to make her even more obstinate, biting whenever someone took pity on her. She fell from the light and turned to stealing to keep herself fed. At first, seemed to be all right for her but her luck ran out.
One night when she was just in her late teens she had chosen to steal from what she had thought to be a defenceless old woman on the corner of the street. She had crept in through a window that had been thoughtlessly left open and collected what she could for food or the odd valuable she could sell on for a price. She was caught out, a light flickering on. What was supposed to be an old woman was in truth a quite powerful witch. They spoke, with her preventing Hecate's escape from having silently closed the window shut.
The witch was not a cruel thing, but saw that Hecate had lost all purpose in life. She turned her into the one creature that she represented most as a personality. She was turned into that of the most solitary, most changing, most darkest of beasts, the black leopard. Whilst the Witch had meant for the change to be a lesson for her to learn, Hecate did not react accordingly. She had become vengeful over the years, unable to find the Witch again. She was shocked to discover after a gruelling fight with a farmer and his boys that she could not die, but was reborn like a Phoenix to the flames.
Like some versions of the tale told of Phoenixes, she was reborn a cub but would age as a normal cub till she regained her usual normality as a full grown adult Leopard. Years and years went by, this process repeating only a couple of time during her ageing years no thanks to a zealous cow protecting her calf and another large cat.
Eventually, the witch that had originally made her what she now was had seen that she had not changed but had become even worse. She made an appearance and managed to exact a deal with Hecate, as locals that had felt the wrath of the cat stealing their livestock. She would restore her true form only if she attended this school to better herself and learn her original lesson. Begrudgingly, Hecate agreed seeing as she was tired of living so many years without a choice hope in hell of dying.
{Picture (s)}
When she used to be human:
Adult:
Cub:
all4athena.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Leopard-72937195
{{Author's Notes:
1. That's the smallest she'd get, and then she'd grow up from that till full age, I think it's okay to imagine the juvenile stages.
2. My apologies for the slight change of the basic form. It's a little different from what I'm used to and she has no specific uses for the three categories with the (Name), Description thing and weren't entirely to the point, if you catch my meaning. I've explained why this is so in the sections. Just to let you know.
3. Thanks to the folks here to have helped me with this.
4. How did you know that pineapple is my favourite fruit? No, seriously, it is!}}