Giuseppe, Caterina A. WIP

[caterinagiuseppe]

† Caterina - Ann - Giuseppe †

†Cat†

† General Information †

[/center]

Full Name: Caterina Ann Giuseppi
Nicknames: Cat
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 93
Age they appear: 38
Occupation: Assasin
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Lung problems.

† Personality †

Basic Personality: To saythe least, she is one waiting for the world to burn. Eagerly believing in Darwins "Survival of the Fittest" Theory, she greatly applies that to her life. Seeing herself, and Mark, as some of the fittest werewolves in place. "We do all the work." She would say with confidence if asked her role in being a part of the weres. Though she carries and extremely colorful vocabulary and and hard outer shell, she strives for acceptance in her life which brought her ultametly to her place right now. It's usually a fasade to distract other from the turmoil she deals with everyday. Because she is has the occupation of taking away lives, she is in total control over her emotions and very wary of expressing them. It's not like killing makes her feel emotional pain, it is not the occupation she would of chosen first. Though, in her mind she may seem a bit flip floppy, she wouldnot change what she does for an instant. Caterina is entirely devoted to Mark and all the work he has done. Nothing could ever make her change her mind about that. This also brings into light of her childish nature which she exumes by being extremly stubborn and selfish to her needs. She will not let go of past happenings and definately wont let you forget them either. Overall, Caterina is a tough woman who stands up for what she believes in and wont take shit from anyone.



Likes:
† Ciggarettes
† Maple Syrup
† The Ocean
† Being touched
† Being well manicured.

Hates:
† All who doubt her will power.
† Being tied up in situations.
† Not being able to make quick decisions.
† Children
† Beasts and humans that are just plain dumb.

Talents:
† Extremely flexible.
† Has perfected the perfect butt "wiggle"
† Can't sing, but makes up for it in tone perfect humming.
† She is very charasmatic and can easily manipulate you.
† She is a fantastic liar and is very good at what she does.

Habits:
† Has a severe smoking habit. You will probably never see her without a ciggarette in her mouth.
† The reason her and Mark are close, they both love to watch things go boom.
† Biting her lip before she speaks.
† Shallow self esteem which she makes up for in lavashing herself with brilliant clothing and countless hours on her hair/makeup.
† Going for a long time without food.

† Appearance †

Skin Color: She has soft, sensual bronze tinted skin which is always lotioned and well tooken care of.
Hair Color: A soft brown with natural chestnut highlights. It's relatively long and stops a little bit below her and the cow will circle the mooooon!.
Eye Color: A soft hazel.
Build: Mostly lean, she chooses not to eat a lot but it doesnt take away her natural curves. She stands at a good 5'5'' and typically wears heels for she is longer in the waist then at her legs.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: She has a simple stargazer lilly on the inside of her hip which represents her mother.
Choice of Clothing: Most everything which represents high class and stature. From a long, flowing gown to a pair of pants. Whichever will accent her curvy frame.
Wolf Appearance: Unlike her human form where she is very lean, her wolf form is rather muscular for a female. Though, like her human form, the wolf is very long and slender with a tasteful brown coat. Though, it shifts in color around her belly and legs to a darker chestnut color that mends well together. To be different, her pelt isnt as plush as most and lays very close to her body. She has well accentuated legs and a broad chest that does make her a great endurance runner. From hazel eyes, the wolf has rather round, bright yellow eyes. WIPALL
Other:

† History †

History: No, growing up wasnt so bad. She is one of the lucky few whos parents didnt die in some fatal tragedy like most. She grew up in a very loving family, like most. Even though she never did have any siblings, she managed to strive being an only child. This too, proved to be one of the good things. She never did enjoy hanging out with other children of her own age, but did admire the WIP
Mother/Father:
Siblings:
Offspring:
Other:

† RP example †

( From a Feline RPG )

{1}It was the uncertain silence that woke Sammial up from his sleep. Nothing was out there, absolutely nothing. The silence rung in his ears heavily and he quickly shoved them flat against his head. His deep red eyes scanned out onto the grove where he laid. Up high in a tree he chose, would be the best way to get some quiet time in this horrible place. Stillwater offered him nothing, nor did it ever give him anything but horrific memories of a time lost. The moon shown bright this night, sending a wave of tremors through his body. Sprawling his body out longer against the limb, he crossed his front legs over one another and slowly let his head drop to rest on them. This was just going to be another one of those days.

{2}He hadn’t had much alone time in the past couple weeks, they were filled to the brim with new memories that flooded his thoughts and trampled his self – worth. A slight depression loomed overhead like it always had. It didn’t help when he slept or sat alone by himself for long periods of time. He needed stimulation constantly and it didn’t help that most felines would rather talk to a stick then to an infected. Lifting his head, he grinned at the thought. How easily we scared most the feline population of Stillwater. How the spat at us and disowned us. If anything, we came out a stronger species then typical cats. He had been through hell and back, which aged him a lot. He got to see the true nature of humans, and the true nature of cats. The only seem to accept the normal tortie or tabby.

{3}He had used to be a pampered tom cat, and he did pull out quite a few litters in his time. He was the head honcho tom cat that produced the best looking kittens for show from gorgeous queens. He did live the life. His balls were in tact and he had all the beautiful Russian blue she cats he could ask for. Included in this, he also lived the family life. Though, with most the tom cats in the breeders house, he never met his father. His mother was the only thing in his life that he had. The only connection to the deep roots of his family. Even though he had a bunch of younger and older siblings, he knew that him and his mother shared the closest bond. This, and the fact he was of perfect breed standard, was why he was kept with the family.

{4}It was that fateful evening though, when him and his mother were token away. It was a night just like this. Silent, the moon was high. Everything was the same. Yet… Spitting horribly, Sammials body flexed and his mind stopped at the point. He could feel his muscles tense up in his body as a small seizure vibrated through him. The only option was to hold onto the limb with his life. Sinking his claws into the bark of the tree, he waiting and watched as his world flipped upside down and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Vomit pooled up in his throat, but he couldn’t tell it to just come up. This was not how he wanted to die. Choking on your own vomit is a thing for dumbass humans to do when they have drunk to much liquor. With all the strength he could manage, his mouth opened wide and a waterfall of vomit spewed from his gut. With his eyes tearing up from the stench and pain he was in right now, his sight went black and he escaped the world.

{5}A bright light could be seen on the other side of his dark eyelids. Carefully opening them up, he winced as the sunlight burned his eyes. Slowly blinking, his vision adjusted and he noticed he was still in the tree. Clenching his teeth, he pulled against his claws that were stuck in the bark of the tree. Though he was able to remove them, he was astounded by how deeply they had been stuck in there. Shifting his red gaze away from the bark, he flicked his tail and peered down onto the ground. Lifting his body up and away from his resting position, he swiveled around and climbed down most the way out of the tree. There was, though, a sound that caught his interest. Lowering his belly onto one of the lower branches, his eyes peered out through the thick twigs that hid his frame. A shadow moved off in the distance, unsure of what it was, Sammial focused all his attention on the figure. Glaring his eyes, he flicked his ears flat against his head as the mammal approached.

† Let's talk about you †

Name: Mandy
Other Characters: --
[/blockquote][/blockquote]