.:EoS- Vaelyn:.

<sub>Name: Vaelyn [Vae]

Age: 16 Years

Gender: Female

Rank | Position: Maid/Seeker

Family:

Mother | Valence | Deceased
Father | Griffith | Deceased

Sisters | None
Brothers | Zacharias | Alive

Aunts & Uncles | None
Cousins | None
Nieces & Nephews | None

Mate | None
Boyfriend | None
Cubs | None

Accessories: [Feathers] [Hairband/tie] [Pearls]

[Feathers]- Being raised and born in the heart of Africa- she's always had feathers that hung down from her long black ears; only to compliment her lighter shaded blue eyes. Working or just hanging out with friends- she is always seen with her unique and simple feathers. If she were to loose them; she would surely freak.

[Hairband/tie]- Being born with an unusual long 'mane' of fur- it was always thought her mother had other relations with another cat. Yet, months later- she decided the only way to keep her family together was by hiding her long 'bangs' in a ponytail.

[Pearls]- Now, Vaelyn's pride is taken within her white pearls. Being a maid and a seeker- she's never able to buy pearls of her own. So one week, she decided to head down to the beach to look for pearls hidden within the hard shell of a clam. As weeks became months- she finally found 6. Crafting them together- she made them her own little accessorie.

Personality: [Rebel] [Clever] [Intelligent] [Sarcastic] [Charming]

[Rebel]- Even though Vaelyn is a maid and seeker, trianed to take orders and not backtalk; she always has something to say no matter who is talking. Being a seeker wasn't her first option- and due to that fact; she's always been a rebel with style and class. If you force her into something; her reactions are unpredictable. Even though she's suffered many punishments- you can never break her. Like most cats say, 'She is the heart of Africa'.

[Clever]- Due to the fact that Vaelyn is somewhat poor- she's always had a clever streak. She's never afraid to bet money; partly because she has no doubt about getting her money back. In other terms, she steals. She's sly, devilish, clever- the perfect makings of a robber. And to top it all off; she's a seeker and a maid. No one ever suspects the innocent looking maid. She's a golden ticket- a win win!

[Intelligent]- In order to be clever, however, she's also gained the intelligence of a Council member. She knows everything. Being equiped with huge ears; she tends to ease-drop on conversations- only for her benefit. If she happens to hear about a gamble, she takes mental notes- partly praying to hear something that could be used as black mail. Being a maid as well, she is also treated somewhat as a slave- partly because no one knows her true ranking. Being treated as a slave however- that means; no education. Yet- she can read and write. Not to mention the fact that she can speak 3 different languages with perfection. She's intelligent and clever- so don't ever cross her.

[Sarcastic]- Around Council members and the army General- she tends to be very, very sarcastic. When she's undercover- her sarcasm vanishes though; partly because she doesn't want to make any suspicion arise. Even though she's a rebel as well, there's a difference between sarcasm and rebelness for her. When she's sarcastic- she tends to take mostly every word coming out of another cat's mouth as a terribly laid-out joke. She'll reply back sarcasticly with a smartass response- for that's what you need to tolerate if you want information from her.

[Charming]- Now- this is the personality trait that many of her tom friends describe her as. Being a Seeker, a form of a spy- she can charm a cat with just a wink of her eye. However- she only uses this charm when needed. If there happens to be somekind of conspiracy going on that the Higher ranks have no idea about- she will try to charm as much felines as she can in hopes to get some kind of information. Now, there is a difference between flirting and charming. She only flirts if it's a feline she takes an interest too, and she only charms if it's necessary. Being a maid as well- it also can get her out of the heavy work sometimes.

Brief History: [ Cub | Pre-Teen | Teenager | Young Adult | Adult ]

[Cub]- Being the second litter of her mother and father's kittens- she was the only one to survive. The rest were stillborn; not even fully developed. However, her older brother, Zacharias- always seemed like a litter-mate to her; maybe even more. They always got along- and if Zacharias prefered to do something else; his little sister, Vaelyn, would always follow the feline. Many town-cats started to call Vaelyn 'A little shadow'- partly because she would try to immitate everything the white serval did. If he took a sip of tea, Vaelyn would take a sip of tea. If he talked to another cat, Vaelyn would whisper his words in a hushed voice. The reason why she did this- was partly because she looked at her older brother with pride and joy...something she wanted other felines to look at her with. After about a month of doing this- her brother started to get fed up; and she could tell. Vaelyn started to dial back on the whole copy thing, and when her brother got ranked as a Council trainee- she realized that being a Council member wasn't the path that she wanted to take. As her brother worked longer hours, Vaelyn only had her parents to turn too- and when she wanted to tell them something about her day; they would always turn away- acting as if they couldn't even hear the small serval. Well, like any other reasonable feline; Vaelyn got sick and tired of it. It got to the point that if she came home at 1:00 am- no one would even ask her where she was, or who she was with. Due to that- when the young serval was 10; she started hanging out with the bad crowd. She would rampage abandoned houses, break through neighbors window's in an attempt to rob, and she even took wallets straight from other cat's pockets- even if they were somewhat of a high rank. This is when her rebel personality started to form.

[Pre-Teen]- Pending.

Relationships:

- Family
- Missing

- Uncertainty
- Acquaintance/Friend
- Best friend
- Attraction
- Crush
- Love/Mate
- Discomfort/Despise/Loathe

Role Play Example:

[Amber] Paws scampered throughout the halls of a long, narrow shaft; cool air pulsing throughout it. A thin tail of light pink raced behind the brown-furred figure; for she stopped in a sudden movement of slight daze. Something did not seem right. This was not the way to sewers- and she knew it. However, being a Resistance member of her ranking- she shrugged it off for she would surely find another way to her home base...right? Whatever. The assassin thought with slight irritation; for she could turn the way she came, go through the city, then circle back to her home. But, if she did that, it would be to risky; she would be in danger of being caught by one of those filthy weasels. So, embracing herself, she scampered through the air chambers of the warehouse- as silent as a mouse. Or in Amber's case- a rat. Staying low and peering out the vent every few seconds; she let a relieved sigh escape her mouth now and then. Being caught was life or death; yet, with agile and bold thoughts- Amber knew that there was no possible way of being found...or so, she thought. Reaching the right air chamber that led into the Roi's bedroom; her eyes narrowed on the warehouse's wide open window. Okay Amber, the rat thought to herself. Make it to that window and your home free. Creeping silently with her eyes locked on the window sill, she crawled closer; inch by inch; yet, as she did, and alarming sound rang throughout the building's shafts- echoing at least 5 times, perhaps even more. Wincing her amber eyes, she peered down; only to see her trusty hatchet fell on the air shaft's cold metal ground; giving her location away. Well. I'm screwed.

[Chrissy] With a spring in her step, a fairly pretty she-cat, young and lean, made her way through the Holloways. No where to go and nothing to do, Chrissy was just walking. Walking to think things out. To think of new things, as well. The one thing she couldn't fathom or understand still, was that she had two younger brothers. Both of them two months old. The she-cat knew of her other brother ever since she was a young kitten, but two more- it's something a she-cat of her status never wants to hear. And with all this knowledge packed away in her head- Chrissy feared the worse of all. Taking care of the young kittens. Kidka, strong and loyal, is now a Harbringer- and Chrissy...? She's merely a Lacer, and she would be the one to take care of the kittens. Other cats would start to wonder: "Are those kittens even her brothers? They sure do look like her." Continuing to keep her steady pace, she sighed, and continued to walk upon the path; her paws starting to ache with fatigue. Mumbling to herself, she mewed softly, "I'm to young to take care of kittens...I barely even know them..."

[Chione] As the morning sun rose with bursting flames of red and orange, a she-cat, curled up next to the palace’s wall, blinked her gleaming yellow eyes to see the sun pounding down on her from above with high intensity. Wincing at the extreme brightness, the Siamese mix held a fragile white paw over her eyes, protecting her gaze from the blinding sun. God, it’s so bright…she thought with slight irritation for it woke her up from her night slumber. However, it was morning, so she felt slightly grateful for the nature alarm clock. Putting her paw down gently, Chione blinked her eyes, adjusting them to the beating sun’s rays. As she did so, the young cat twisted her head to look at her surroundings. I’m right where I stopped…must’ve been day-dreaming again, and then fell asleep, she thought with slight humor, a smile crossing her face. Getting up with no difficulty, she let out a large, gaping yawn as her white fang’s sparkled in the bright rays of the sun. Blinking her graceful yellow eyes tiredly, she looked around once more. Only this time, she looked around for food. Of course I could go to the baker, but what’s the point of that if you have claws and fangs? With that in mind, she put her pink nose to the ground, and drank in the scents of recent animals who have passed the palace’s wall of marble and stone, her stomach growling slightly. Cat, cat, cat, cat, mouse? Wait, that is a mouse…and it’s fairly recent, she thought, opening her eyes widely and perking her ears higher as the scent of mouse grew stronger. She moved her head swiftly to the right, the scampering of small rodent-like feet alerting every sense in the she-cat’s body, for the small mouse wasn’t that far away. Narrowing her eyes on a long, slim tail, she watched it disappear around the corner of the palace’s wall. Not so fast! Chione thought as she giggled slightly, walking with grace and silence, for she was hungry; starving. Coming around the corner, her claws extended, Chione's yellow eyes landed on the mouse. It has to be at least 3 tail’s lengths away. Maybe if I ju-however, her thought abruptly ended as she realized she waited too long and her thoughts got the best of her; once again. With sagging ears, she watched the small kitten kill what was going to be her catch. But, perking her ears once more, she shrugged it off with a calm smile. It’s the desert, I’m sure there’s much more mice.</sub>