.:LVL - Emilie Marcelle - Actress:.

Name: Emilie Marcelle

Alias[es]: Emii

Gender: Female

Age: 1 3/4 Years

Breed: Bengal X Snowshoe

Size: Short and slender with a medium build.

Rank: Actress

Apparel:
-Three light purple scarves that wrap around her paw, tail, and neck.
-Two silver earrings.
-One silver stud earring.
-A barret that clips her 'bangs' out of her face.

Personality:
[Sweet] [Considerate] [Humorous] [Dreamer] [Elegant]

[Sweet]- Emilie is a very sweet she-cat with a song in her heart and a hop in her step. She loves helping others no matter what, and she considers everyone as a friend- unless they cross her, that is. Being generous and caring though; she has become more aware of the cats that tend to use her money when needed. So, due to that, she can be sweet and loving yet have a nasty temper if something were to go wrong withing her banking account. Otherwise, she loves life and lives it to the fullest each day.

[Considerate]- This Bengal mix is also very considerate and tolerate to others. If a cat is in need of a friend to talk too- she's always there, within the wink of an eye. Listening is her specialty, and even though she may get juicy gossip from the cats who confide in her; she never tells, partly because she could use it as blackmail later on if needed. However, all in all, she's very considerate and understanding to others.

[Humorous]- Now, Emilie loves to laugh. How she became an actress was due to her humorous style! Humor and comedy are her two favorite acting materials, and if someone else tries to take her comedic spotlight; it doesn't end well. Furthermore, Emilie loves to make her friends laugh and herself laugh; even though she's usually the only one laughing.

[Dreamer]- Emilie loves to dream in her spare time. She's always seen staring off into space- deep within her own thoughts of rich and fame; even though she already has that. Truthfully- her dreaming habbit is just a way to escape from reality and into her goals. She dreams to someday be in the government, but for right now- she's an actress; and she's perfectly fine with that.

[Elegant]- This she-cat is very elegant. Along with her sweet and humorous nature; she tends to speak properly and loves to correct others. However, she isn't arrogant- and you must understand that. She's elegant. With her elegance though- there also comes her seductive and flirtatious side. Yet, she only flirts with toms either have money or the looks. Otherwise; they're just another tom- nothing different.

Brief history: As a young kitten; Emilie always looked to the bright side of life- and still does. She was born to a family of peasants, and her mother, Nicolette, died while she was giving birth to her 5 still-born kits and one alive kit. Emilie, the only survivor from the litter, had no choice but to grow up and be raised by her dad. Jaq, her father, was a strong a muscular tom- yet he always had a soft spot for the she-kit. That's why he decided the only logic thing to do- was give Emilie away to a better family in hopes to have a better life. So, the tom explained to Emilie what he was doing. However, Emilie disapproved immediately- but her opinion was invalid.
He gave the young 3 month old kitten to a family of actors- and left without a single word.
Even though the memory of her father and mother are vague; she still dearly misses them.
A year and 2/4 later- she is know a well-known comedian and actress.
Yet, she never forgets what happened.

Family:
Mother | Nicolette Noel | Deceased
Father | Jaq | Unknown

Siblings | ---
Mate | ---
Kittens | ---

Relationships:

- Family
- Missing

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

~None as of now~

RP example: [It's kind of ironic because I left all these groups |D]

[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.

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Yep, so this is the last group for quite awhile. I just wanted to test it out and see if I still have my RP mojo and that I can be active in this group.
So yeah |D