Akumu Knightfire

[akumu]

Name: Akumu Knightfire Gender: Female Date of Birth: July 18th, 2004 Height: 20 cm Sexual Preference: Straight Status: Fixed. Coat Color: Deep Brown Coat Pattern: Tabby Eye Color: Deep Amber Fur Length: Short, silk-like Appearance Extra: Akumu doesn't have scars. Only the pathetic have such damning, negative marks. She takes perfect care of her silky coat, because beauty is a sign of power, and power is what she craves, needs, desires. What wounds she receives are meager, and dare not mar her perfect coat. in a cat eat cat world, Akumu is what you may call a perfectionist. Everything about her appearance has been taken care o to the up most sheen. She wears a collar still, merely a simple leather thing, with a name copper tag that sits at the base of her throat. History: Why, do you like playing around with My, narrow scope of reality As a kitten, she was perfectly normal. Playful, misbehaved, spoilt. Everything you could expect from a young kitten that was the only one of her litter to survive. Her mother was a little off kilter. Brought by a Japanese family, the mother cat had always been a little strange. it was only till she gave birth to five little kittens that the madness really showed through. In a epileptic, or a turn of some sort, the mother cat ate four out of five of her babies, ripening them limb from limb at the tender age of 10 weeks, just as they baby blue eyes were beginning to open up to the world. Akumu was the only lucky one, and that was because she had fallen out of the basket. Sadly though, the family just didn't seem to care. After getting rid of the bodies and most of the blood, as some had stained into the cots side, they placed Akumu back with her mother, and named her after the experience she had somehow managed to escape. Little Nightmare. Akumu. The dog told her what had happened. The dog for Mother's sake. At the age of 1year, her mother was kicked out, or so they told the children (the DAWG told her that they had put Mother down.) She was still in the very same basket that her brethren were both given life, and taken from the world. Every wakening is swamped by a coppery smell of old stained blood, that had never been noticed by humans that call her nightmare. She would not sleep anywhere else. Akumu refused to sleep anywhere else. Despite its imperfection, this basket was her family, her past, her life. My basket.... Soon, she began to crave that smell, that coppery, strange taste on her tongue as air rushed through her mouth with each morning stretch. Watching the humans walk past her day to day, no affection, no attention, began to install a great hatred for their kind, their constant, unintelligible language. With each passing day, she sunk deeper and deeper into the flood pool of darkness that was the disease that her Mother had passed into her blood. There were times where, in the darkness of night, and so completely lost to her own mind, when Akumu would crave and need to taste the air about her, the air o her basket, the scent. It engulfed her, this wild, pleasurable need, lust. To cure this, she began to clean her coat, then that too, became an irresistible urge, and Akumu turned from a normal cat, to one of delusions. She needed to be clean, burr-less, mark-less. Every hair needed to be in order, otherwise, there would be no order, and the urge to breath blood would come again. Akumu feared, that breathing in the addictive scent would not be enough. And it wasn't.was. 3 years old. Ad the test came in form of a gold. He was beautiful. Truly, utterly beautiful. Biggest blue eyes that Akumu had ever seen, though admittedly, she had not much contact with others of her own kind. She ought constantly with the dog, and it had taught her many, many things about the battle. but other then that, nothing, no experience. This little ginger male was so innocent, so perfect. It frightened her, scared her. But no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, the kitten followed her doggedly, mewing as if she was his mother It sent her crazy. Two nights after he was brought home, his blood bathed the basket. Ripped limb from limb like her sisters and brothers. And the coppery taste flooded her senses, flooded and change her mind, altered it like no other. My basket Akumu Knightfire. Hannibal Lector of the cat world. I, can feel it all start slipping I think I'm breaking down Personality: The first impression is always the most important one in all worlds, both cat and human. If one came across psychotic, then the pray, the hunt would be useless. Akumu, on first introductions, appears very charming. Soft spoken, calm-headed, gentle. Her movements are slow, appearing unguarded most of the times. She would even play, i you get her in the right mood. But Akumu is far from stable. Just look at her surroundings. The perfectionist cat choses to lie in the most slum-like part of town, where dirt conquers the cement, and rats plague the gutters. Here, she feels at home, here she can taste the coppery taste of dis guarded killed cats carcasses, and run-over rat bodies that are infested with maggots and other white appearing wriggly things. On a hot day, rotting smelling meat from the butchery and restaurants that have been tossed into Akumu's ally way suffocates the levels of oxygen, and often filling her cramped little home with its overpowering, gut wrenching stench. But no matter how bad the conditions o her home, she constantly appears at her best. Coat shining, silky. Hell, she spends so much time cleaning herself, the wreak of her home ally doesn't even soak into her fur or skin, though admittedly she does have her fair share of flees. She claims that power means everything to her. That it is the reason why she does the strange things that she does. Sadly, corruption is far from the true reason behind all her deeds. It is a disease. Her mother had it, and her mother before Akumu's mom. Passed down from generation to generation, the disease has increased in potency three-fold with each new strand. Akumu, is unique. She has taken the disease to a whole new level of insanity. By giving in to temptation, by giving herself into committed hatred of both humans, and of her own kind, she has let herself be dragged into an act so unspeakable, so disgusting, only the most lowly of creatures take part in it voluntarily. Admittedly, she cannot help it, cannot stop herself from doing what her mind tells her too. Its like an itch. It sends her slowly crazy if she doesn't give into her lusts. What becomes of her then, I have no idea. The hunger is often too much for Akumu to resist that long. She dreads the day when she can no longer chase her prey. Image: Your OOC Name: Rawr Other Characters On the Site: Chaser Darkcloud (Inactive Still)