Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 6, 2010 19:13:58 GMT -5
Name: Cheveyo (spirit warrior) Kitchi (brave). Her middle name is unknown.
Alias(es): Chey, Chevo
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Werecat Chief
Residence: Bastest
Physical Description: Chey is rather slender, her human form weighing approximately one hundred and twenty-one pounds. Now, one would think a woman like that would be rather weak and frail, but if one saw Chey in battle, their opinions would change drastically. What Chey lacks in strength, she replaces with speed and strategy. Anyone can be a threat if they plan properly, which is Chey's usual method. Her swiftness comes quite in handy when fighting humans, vampires, and werewolves alike, while in her human form and in her feline form. She is about five foot six, making her, once again, look rather small and easy to take out. Luckily, that's exactly what she wants her opponent to think.
Chey's hair is a deep chocolate brown, and so are her eyes. Her hair reaches a few inches below her shoulders, and is naturally curly and wispy. Many people comment on how they swear her gaze is so steady and piercing, she can see right through them. It's a bit unnerving. Her skin is sun-kissed, but not terribly so. Just enough to give her a bright (pardon the pun) look.
Feline: African Leopard
Garment:
'Normal', Human-Like Clothing: Midnight blue, almost black, cloak. Gold clasp on said cloak. Knee-high black boots, dark brown skirt that reaches her knees. Slit down the right side to provide easier movement. Midnight blue strapless top. Hood is normally up.
Tribal Garb: A thick, gold band over her breasts with a tie in the back, matching skirt that stops just above her knees. Really just two pieces of cloth tied together at her hips, like an enlarged loincloth. Several gold necklaces (dotted with sacred gems), twenty-two bangles of the same ore on both wrists, and an inch-thick anklet of, surprise, gold, on both ankles. Her hair is done up and more gems are woven into the strands. A small leather scabbard is tucked into the right anklet (also strapped to her ankle separately, just to be safe) and a small dagger rests in it. No shoes. Yellow and black swirls are drawn on her face in paint; three beside her left eye (two being black and the third being gold) and two on the right corner of her lips (one being black and the other gold). Several gold hoops along the cartiledge of her left ear, randomly positioned.
Weapon: When dressed as a human, a scimitar in a simple brown scabbard on her side. When in tribal dress, the aforementioned dagger.
Demeanor: Chey has many traits of the classic hero; brave, confident, hard-working, and one that will not give up without a fight. But, branching from that are far more complicated aspects of this young Chief. Chey is hardened, and rarely shows any form of emotion to anyone who is not extremely close to her, which is pretty much no one. The only broadcasted feeling she lets others really see is anger, which she uses to fuel herself on the battlefield. She has never cried in front of someone, nor has she laughed without at least the slightest bit of mirth. Her duties as a leader require her to remain calm and bottle her emotions, lest she concern her people. But, if you do break that shell, you will find a kind woman who is only looking for someone to talk to who is not going to treat her like royalty. She likes to joke, she likes to look like she cares, she likes to be like anyone else. Just because she is royalty, that does not make her someone who's so much different from the others. But, when it comes to politics, Chey knows her place. The mask is slipped back on, and she is ready with her strategic mind and powerful hands.
Picture:
Human Form:
*Model is Idina Menzel
Werecat Form:
Alias(es): Chey, Chevo
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Occupation: Werecat Chief
Residence: Bastest
Physical Description: Chey is rather slender, her human form weighing approximately one hundred and twenty-one pounds. Now, one would think a woman like that would be rather weak and frail, but if one saw Chey in battle, their opinions would change drastically. What Chey lacks in strength, she replaces with speed and strategy. Anyone can be a threat if they plan properly, which is Chey's usual method. Her swiftness comes quite in handy when fighting humans, vampires, and werewolves alike, while in her human form and in her feline form. She is about five foot six, making her, once again, look rather small and easy to take out. Luckily, that's exactly what she wants her opponent to think.
Chey's hair is a deep chocolate brown, and so are her eyes. Her hair reaches a few inches below her shoulders, and is naturally curly and wispy. Many people comment on how they swear her gaze is so steady and piercing, she can see right through them. It's a bit unnerving. Her skin is sun-kissed, but not terribly so. Just enough to give her a bright (pardon the pun) look.
Feline: African Leopard
Garment:
'Normal', Human-Like Clothing: Midnight blue, almost black, cloak. Gold clasp on said cloak. Knee-high black boots, dark brown skirt that reaches her knees. Slit down the right side to provide easier movement. Midnight blue strapless top. Hood is normally up.
Tribal Garb: A thick, gold band over her breasts with a tie in the back, matching skirt that stops just above her knees. Really just two pieces of cloth tied together at her hips, like an enlarged loincloth. Several gold necklaces (dotted with sacred gems), twenty-two bangles of the same ore on both wrists, and an inch-thick anklet of, surprise, gold, on both ankles. Her hair is done up and more gems are woven into the strands. A small leather scabbard is tucked into the right anklet (also strapped to her ankle separately, just to be safe) and a small dagger rests in it. No shoes. Yellow and black swirls are drawn on her face in paint; three beside her left eye (two being black and the third being gold) and two on the right corner of her lips (one being black and the other gold). Several gold hoops along the cartiledge of her left ear, randomly positioned.
Weapon: When dressed as a human, a scimitar in a simple brown scabbard on her side. When in tribal dress, the aforementioned dagger.
Demeanor: Chey has many traits of the classic hero; brave, confident, hard-working, and one that will not give up without a fight. But, branching from that are far more complicated aspects of this young Chief. Chey is hardened, and rarely shows any form of emotion to anyone who is not extremely close to her, which is pretty much no one. The only broadcasted feeling she lets others really see is anger, which she uses to fuel herself on the battlefield. She has never cried in front of someone, nor has she laughed without at least the slightest bit of mirth. Her duties as a leader require her to remain calm and bottle her emotions, lest she concern her people. But, if you do break that shell, you will find a kind woman who is only looking for someone to talk to who is not going to treat her like royalty. She likes to joke, she likes to look like she cares, she likes to be like anyone else. Just because she is royalty, that does not make her someone who's so much different from the others. But, when it comes to politics, Chey knows her place. The mask is slipped back on, and she is ready with her strategic mind and powerful hands.
Picture:
Human Form:
*Model is Idina Menzel
Werecat Form: