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SHILLINGS:

Joining: 25
Feel the Magic of the Morning: 20

Sash/Scarf: -10
Glove: -5

:bulletblue:Total: 30


:bulletblack:Name: Kelvie

:bulletblack:Nickname: Kel, V

:bulletblack:Age: 2 Years


:bulletblack:Gender: Female


:bulletblack:Breed: American Shorthair


:bulletblack:Chaw: Elite


:bulletblack:Magic: Flame Spell, lvl 1


:bulletblack:Job: Jeweler


:bulletblack:Faction: None at the Moment


:bulletblack:Home #: E14


:bulletblack:Talents:

-Theif by night, steals mainly from the human world (if possible) but occasionally other places.

-Smithing: Kelvie will smith whenever she can. Whether it's using metal scaps and a backyard fire or sneaking in/helping an actual smith, she's all for it.

-People (Feline) Watching: Like the actual hobby of People Watching, Kelvie likes to sit and watch cats, strangers or otherwise, no matter who the are or what they are doing.

-Fighting: Kelvie has never backed down from a challenge, whether it is alone or a fight. Because of this, she trains in her spare time to get stronger.

-Magic: Kelvie always practices her magic when she can. She is a very busy cat, always trying to do everything, Smithing, fighting, stealing, and magic. She just wants to be stronger in every aspect, including magic. She loves fire, so the Flame Spell being her first was a given.

:bulletblack:Personality: [Perceptive][Helpful][Hardworking][Social][Depressed/Alone]

:bulletwhite:Perceptive:bulletblue: Kelvie is very knowing, and can read a cat's emotions easily. One has to be very secritive and elusive to hide from Kel. She can't read another cat's mind, only read what she cat from their face, eyes, and body language.

:bulletblue:Helpful:bulletwhite: Kelvie will help anywhere she can. Often times she'll ask a blacksmith if they could use any assistance, when she isn't running her own shop. She is a VERY useful paw to have around, she'll dart all over anything to get a task done. Her secret theiving has made fast, and she'll get a job done quick. With her strength, she can lift heavy weaponry to sharpen or simply carry. She loves to help smiths, no matter what they want her to do.

:bulletwhite:Hardworking:bulletblue: As much as she is helpful, Kel is a hard worker. Nothing is too heavy, to far, or to fast for her. She'll go to all ends to get something she wants, physically and mentally. Whether its a gem she just has to snatch, or carrying the heaviest sword in a smith's shop, she'll do it. She's been told not to push herself, but she never listens.

:bulletblue:Social:bulletwhite: Kelvie will talk to anyone. Whether it is asking to help them with something, or simply just talking to them in the market or in a tavern, she isn't afraid to straight up say hi to a random stranger. Sometimes, she'll watch an area for a while, and see if there is someone interesting, and approach them. Other times she'll pick a cat and walk right up to them.

:bulletred:Depressed/Alone:bulletblack: Despite being social and happy when she's in public and with friends, Kelvie also suffers from minor depression. Killing her own mother and being a theif at night has caused her to feel alone, mentally, whether or not she is with others. She is an expert at hiding her true feelings, so when she is with others, she'll be as happy and hyper as any other cat. But when she's alone or running across the roofs at night, she'll always feel alone, like there's no one like her. She's always looking for the right cat to come alone, someone who would do everything with her and accept her for who she is, but so far she's had no luck.


:bulletblack:History: [Kit][Young]][1 Year]

:bulletwhite:Kit:bulletblue: Kel's father was a Player, as you could say. He flirted with, and slept with, his fair share of she-cats. It was the one who found him again afterword and told him she was expecting his kits that he took in. Normally it was a one-night stand, and he pretty much never saw the she-cat again, but this one found him. His name was Soren, a blacksmith by day and theif by night. The she-cat's name was Siren, an innocent dancer. A few months later, Kelvie was born. Soren couldn't be more proud. Almost as soon as she opened her eyed, he was showing her different trinkets and such he had made. The day her pale eyes opened, he gave her his first gift, her necklace.

:bulletblue:Young:bulletwhite:When Kelvie was 7 months old, she fashoned a dented but sharp spear head. Soren was overjoyed, and he made her a tailband and bracelet, as well as fashoning a dimpled wooden shaft which perfectly complemented the spear head. He melded them together and gave his daughter her weapon. He started then to train her. He himself knew how to use a spear from years of experience in fighting, and he taught her well. He strenghtened her every day. He taught her how to be strong and powerful, yet fast and agile. His teachings led her to be quite strong and abnormally quick and agile. He told her she would inherit the smith when she was a year and a half, and she was more than excited.

:bulletwhite:1 year:bulletblue: Soren was sick. He had a deadly disease and was moved to the home of a medic, who was doing all he could. Kelvie was only a year old at this time, and already grieving. She refused to let her father's training go to waste, however, and practiced everything she could, every day. She remembered one thing he had told her...about him being a theif. She wanted to be a theif as well. So she purchased cloth and secretly stitched up a cloak with the help of a local seamstress. She would wear this at night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, not stealing anything yet, only practicing. One day though, in her father's forge, she tried to make another spear head. All on her own, which was her mistake. One false move- that was all it took to have her right forleg into the burning coals. Screeching, she was found writhing on the floor by her mother Siren, who rushed her to the medic. He fixed her burn, bandaging it, then delivered the news. Soren had died. Kelvie was exactly one year, five and a half months. She knew she HAD to get the forge, she had to. But one day, she found that to her terror, Siren had told the smith shop to a young tom who, in Siren's words, "showed promise." Siren said she didn't want Kelvie to hurt herself in the forge again, and sold it for her daughter's safety.

The next morning, Siren was found dead. Her body was lying on a rock near a stream. Rocks had been placed almost like a shrine, and the tear in her white throat was bandaged, even though it was too serious for anything to have saved her after it was inflicted. Cats who knew her mourned, but no one seemed to notice that Kelvie never did. She never came to see her mother's body, and never spoke of her, as if nothing had happened. She began stealing then, at night. She couldn't get the forge back, but she got a job as a jeweler. She was good at fashoning jewelry because of her smithing ablity. Her bandages remain on her arm to cover the terrible wound.

:bulletblack:Additional Info: N/A

:bulletblack:Relationships: To be Added Through RP

:bulletblack:Roleplay Sample: [Taken from my old character Kayle]
Mortem slid silently through a window, her blue eyes sharpened with bloodlust. The Dictator was in danger, a gruff, strong Lion named Potestatem (meaning Power) was planning to sneak into the Dictator's home to kill him, leading some other big cats wanting the Dictator dead. Though Mortem didn't particularly favor the Leader herself, being a Gold Assassin for the dictator was much better than a simple Assassin for any rank to hire. Mur perched on a rafter above the thick, maned lion below her and drew her daggers. Silently she dropped, landing hind-paws first on the back of the larger cat. With a roar, Potestatem dropped in shock, twisting. Mur dug in her claws and her perfect balance held as she drove both her daggers into the lion's throat. Blood pooled on the floor of the house and Mur stepped back from the dying lion.
She pulled something from a pouch on her belt- a small bottle of mur. She took her nickname from the strong-scented drug. She searched with her sharp eyes for patched of her fur, while dripping the mur over the lion. Satisfied, she used her powerful hind legs to spring up to the rafter the was on before, wiping blood from her paws and dripping mur on her way out the window. Mission accomplished.
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Fates-Exile's avatar
Roleplay is a little short and you need to have a bad personality trait, your cat can't have all good traits.