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Feb 2, 2020 20:04:10 GMT -6
 Sinai Karakedi meow? general info
appearance Sinai, in human form, appears to be a young girl just shy of average height, with a relatively slender build. She keeps her dark hair cut about shoulder-length, and doesn't feel the need to style it any more than is convenient. She tends to wear warmer clothing year-round, opting for her favourite sheepskin aviator jacket in the warmer seasons and a heavy-duty parka and scarf around wintertime (she hopes to get these charmed when she's saved up enough, to keep her extra warm). When on-duty at her nondescript magic shop and fortune-telling parlour adjacent to the local theme park, she tends to wear her casual clothing around regulars, but puts on a cheesy robe and witch's hat around patrons who look new and/or clueless. The only magical clothing she currently owns is a deliberately oversized jacket which totally obscures her face, charmed to dull the effects of her Famine on those around her. When she shifts, she becomes a long-haired tortoiseshell domestic cat with a mostly black coat. Since her raising as an undead, her shifted form now shows a milky white film over her eyes, large patches of shedded fur, and—most predominantly—a bare view of her intestines and stomach. She tends to avoid shifting unless it's particularly necessary, not entirely comfortable with her new decaying appearance. personality Sinai, once a reckless and boisterous youth, has become significantly dulled since her death, to put it bluntly. This isn't to say she doesn't know how to have fun—Heaven knows she gets her kicks watching clueless patrons pretend they have any knowledge at all about the phoney magic-not-magic items she sells on the daily—only to say that having faced death, her priorities have shifted somewhat. She possesses a great empathy for the homeless and other impoverished people, particularly in the Winter months, and dedicates much of her free time to assisting them however she can; finding or mending blankets and clothes, donating food, directing to available shelters or soup kitchens, finding local job and volunteer opportunities, or even just giving a few encouraging words. She normally does this garbed in her charmed jacket, keeping her features well-hidden and ensuring her Famine doesn't make those people any hungrier than they already are. As such, she's a sort of folk hero among the homeless, who, due to her strange innate connection with stray cats, have dubbed her the Cat Whisperer. Another thing she gained from her resurrection is a powerful appetite, exceptional even among Lich Beasts. More of her personal spending money than she'd like to admit goes into feeding herself, sampling every restaurant in her region and beyond. To say her stomach is like a chasm is to overestimate the size of that chasm. After some restaurant patrons began recognizing her and even adjusting their schedules to avoid or meet her as necessary, she surprised herself to an extent by starting a food blog, reviewing local eateries and occasionally advising new people in town about the most delicious and affordable food joints around. Still a bit bashful about the hobby, she takes pains to keep her blogger persona anonymous, though regulars she encounters often tend to suspect her, no matter how much she denies it. On bad days, though, Sinai is much less shopkeeping-and-crêpes and a lot more chicanery-and-actual-fraud. She strongly resents anyone who assumes unmerited authority over her or generally demonstrates any kind of unwarranted superiority. Smug employers, pretentious jerks, those with more money than they know what to do with; to Sinai, these people are all fair game and worthy of being taken down a notch, sometimes disproportionately to their actual behaviour and in spite of their merits. When she feels particularly spiteful, she might deliberately follow them to make them feel extremely hungry after they've just eaten, predict terrible fortune to the more superstitious among them, or sell them mundane or even slightly cursed goods marketed as tidings of great fortune. Suffice to say that she often feels most motivated by spite. abilities Animal Connection (Advanced) There's a belief that cats are one of nature's few creatures capable of seeing spirits. While no one knows for sure if this is true, they're still willing to discuss the subject to anyone able to communicate with them. Sinai feels a very strong connection to domestic cats, especially strays, and often consults them for advice. Alley cats make great informants and couriers, able to nimbly navigate the city from the lowest slums to the roofs of tall buildings, provided ample platforms for climbing. As such, Sinai often seeks out knowledgeable street cats to hear the latest current affairs, a useful asset in her "fortune-telling." Raise Dead (Intermediate) From her connection to cats comes the ability to temporarily raise them from the dead. Her most common use for this ability is to raise a cat who died suddenly and/or painfully so as to soothe them, in order to help calm their spirits so they don't go on ahead feeling any anger or sorrow. Another way she uses this is to speak with well-informed cats with knowledge only they knew, as many people don't think of common alley cats as witnesses to their misdeeds. Pestilence (Beginner) While Sinai would love to use roiling blankets of bats and insects to add a horror flair to her fortune-telling booth, she is unfortunately not very well-versed in controlling pests like some of her Lich Beast peers. In fact, she's surprisingly put off by anything that can fly, and tends to only use this power to keep excess rats and mice away from certain areas. Plague (Intermediate) In her undead cat form, Sinai exudes a contagious aura which afflicts those nearby with a form of CSD, or Cat-Scratch Disease. Those infected suffer fever, headaches, joint pain, and fatigue. In addition, this infection causes pain, swelling, and blistering in existing wounds. Famine (Advanced) As mentioned above, Sinai's famine is strong even among Lich Beasts, owing to the circumstances of her death. In an effort to minimize this curse's effect on the people around her, especially the impoverished, she often wears her enchanted jacket which limits the effect of the curse to just her. Immortality (Natural) backstory Sinai grew up much further west in Canada as an extremely lazy shifter. Despite ample natural ability as a wild hunter, she much preferred the laid-back life of a street cat, happy to feed off scraps and only catching the occasional unfortunate rat when not at home. She simply adored busy city nightlife, whether joining the crowd on foot or admiring the dazzling lights from a rooftop. While on a family trip to Newfoundland with her parents one Winter, Sinai took it upon herself to split off from the group and wander around, winding up on a busy street somewhere in Lorsette. She had been having a good time until a disastrous blizzard struck, one which would last for nearly two days, grinding both road and foot traffic to a complete halt, and effectively stranding Sinai in the heart of downtown Lorsette without a clue where she or her parents were. It was there, confused, hungry, and freezing, she came across a group of homeless people, huddled desperately together around a weak fire, bundled under what blankets they could share. Despite their destitution and the harsh weather, they gave Sinai what small scraps of food they could. For days she remained almost exclusively in her cat form, as it demanded much less food and gave her the thick fur coat she desperately needed; she doesn't know if any of those kind people ever learned she was a shifter at all. Nevertheless, it was was there in those alleys where she spent the last of her days, slowly succumbing to exposure, yet warmed by the compassion of the ones who suffered by her side. Those last days are ones she hardly remembers, her body and mind alike numb from the pain of frostbite and starvation. She has yet to learn who or what resurrected her, only that when it happened, it was nearly Spring, and far from where she had died. She awoke more confused than ever before, and took several weeks to finally readjust and get her wits about her, both thankful that she seemed to no longer need to eat, and cursing the unnatural hunger she now felt. It was like those pains of cold and hunger had followed her into her next life and clung to her, and it was all she could do to not collapse from the pain until a food truck owner, perhaps too savvy for his own good, realized what she was and offered to feed and pay her to stand by his truck to draw in ever-hungrier customers. He had few scruples, but wasn't so ill-spirited as to not give her a letter of recommendation when she first discovered a more sustainable work opportunity. Between him and Sinai's new manager at the local seaside theme park, she was able to get on her feet and eventually even settle into a small rental apartment. As she gradually settled into her new life, almost content, she felt in herself an aching, one she finally identified as empathy; she longed to aid the ones who were her salvation in her last days, the homeless men and women who still suffered even as she lived on. She began donating and volunteering to charities and shelters dedicated to assisting those in need, and put up fundraising flyers near the theme park entrance without her manager's permission. ...Which brings us to today. Sinai continues to work for the theme park, manning a magic shop and fortune-telling booth adjacent to the main park itself, touted as a magical 'house of horrors' where park-goers can have their futures predicted, couples can have their compatibility determined, clueless bozos can buy mundane knick-knacks to (fail to) impress their families and friends, and those with actual knowledge of magic may just be able to pick up a charmed item or two if they know where to look. Sinai continues to work for the sake of the impoverished, using her knowledge and abilities to give them all the comfort and security they deserve. At night, she heads to secluded alleys where the homeless congregate, and puts her fortune-telling skills to use, giving them genuine advice and encouragement. Some call her the Cat Whisperer, others call her the Fortune-Teller for the Unfortunate, she tends to just call herself someone with a little compassion. misc In the wake of Sinai's obsession with food, it was inevitable that she someday attempt cooking for herself. While her early attempts proved remarkably disastrous, she eventually got the hang of a few recipes which, for lack of better options, she ends up cooking frequently and in excess. So far she's had the most success making gnocchi, which delights her, since it's her favourite food. All attempts at baking in general have ended poorly, with her landlord at one point cutting off the gas to her apartment after the third time she set off her fire alarm that week. At this point, she's at a level where she can consistently not burn her fried eggs. Yay! Because of her line of work, Sinai is occasionally sent home with leftover unsellable knick-knacks from the magic shop or fortune-telling booth, leaving her with a worryingly ever-growing collection of trinkets and baubles slowly threatening to completely overtake her apartment. Are some of them actually magical? Probably! She honestly wouldn't be able to tell you. | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME Peregrine ☆ RP EXPERIENCE Limited ☆ GENDER A mystery??? ☆ AGE Where Josephus stood among 36 other soldiers (m=3) ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a ☆ FACE CLAIM Kara no Kyoukai, SHIKI RYOUGI ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Peregrine. DO NOT STEAL. ... Hey, there's extra space here! That's pretty neat. I guess I could take this opportunity to apologize for the amount of writing here, I didn't intend for it to be this long. ...so how's your day been? At this point I'm just procrastinating to avoid doing my assignments. Yeah, yeah, I'll get to them soon. ....... You know, not too long ago, people went around saying glass was a slow-moving liquid. That's not true, just to be clear here. (no pun intended.) ... Though I guess you could technically say it's a slow-moving liquid, in the same way that ice is kind of just slow-moving water. I mean, Glass is certainly interesting, in that it doesn't follow all the same rules as other solids do, but it's still, you know, rigid. Old panes of glass are sometimes wider at the bottom because glass rollers just used to be uneven, not because they're "settling" because of gravity or something. Anyway, tangent over. :) |
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