Katrina (Kat)

A human girl of around 20 seasons, Kat seems pretty, shy and quite nieve.  Kat seems to be a collection of contradictions.  Her eyes seem older with often a haunted look.  She seems to crave company, yet pulls back if one gets too close.  She seems frail, yet moves with a fluid grace, few can match.  She flows very cat-like.

Visually, she's 5'4" tall.  Slim, weighs 110lbs and wears a size 2.  Her eyes are deep blue, almost violet and can be mistaken for black in poor light.  

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OOC Lights:
Reds: Perma anything.  Forcing Kat to become what she's not.  This is a RP character, I'll do my best to bring her to life for you, so please let me.  She's very reserved with sex, scared of it in fact.  Mostly do to her own secret.  Forcing her may lead to consequences, which can be fun rp.  But know I'm not into drive by's  Also know I'm not into toilet play or gross for gross sake.  Huge cocks are also not appreciated.  If you're sized like a horse, please find a horse...  :-)

Whites:  RP.  Almost anything with RP.  Hunting RP, group RP, RP that turns erp.  Letting me develop Kat.

Yellows: Anything I'm not in the mood for...  Moods can change and become whites...  It's my prerogative.  :-)

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More ooc, back story:

Kat lived the first 10 years of her life as a normal girl. She was a farmer's daughter, 2nd youngest of 6 children.  Her world was shattered when a lycan attacked her farmstead. The young girl saw her family ripped and shreaded with it's killing frenzy.  
It was a beautiful summer day. When evening came, she had been catching fireflies with her younger brothers, near the well, but froze in terror as the were-cat attaked her family.   Her mother tried to grab Kat, tried to get her to run, but the lycan was on them.  Kat's leg was bitten, a chunk torn away, teeth scraped bone, it's claws tore out her mother's throat.  Slick with blood, Kat was thrown screeming into the well, her head smashed against the stones, a bright flash of light, then darkness.

When Kat awoke, the first thing she felt was that she was cold.  She found herself laying in the farm yard, blood and...  meat and bones scattered everywhere.  She was in shock, shivering as her eyes saw and weren't able to understand...  

Time passed, she wasn't sure how much.  People came, soldiers, maybe others.  They found the only survivor a little girl. The child was clinging onto the hand of a woman's severed arm.  Her clothes were in rags...  by the stench, only a few days had passed since this massacre.  That the young girl was alive, was unbelievable; that she had not a scratch or bruise under all the dried gore, beyond belief.  They wrapped her took her away.  She didn't know where, only knew they took her mother's hand away from her.

More time passed.  Weeks.  She was being cared for by some people who seemed kind.  She ate when they put food in her mouth, drank when given water.  They bathed her, clothed her, cradled her.  She was aware of soft, gentle voices.   She didn't talk.  She didn't cry.  The moon waned and waxed...
When the moon reached full, the desease now in her blood took hold again and she...  killed those who cared for her.  The young lycan fled into the night, miles away into the wilderness.  This time when she awoke, she was a little more aware, enough to make a crude shelter and to find water.  The beast was a dim shadow, a nightmare of terror, something to hide from.  She didn't know she was now the beast.

More time passed, weeks of starving then becoming sated somehow.  Each time she woke after the full moon, more of her sense returned.  Some times a fresh deer was nearby, sometimes bore, sometimes bear.  Always the place she woke was different, with no familliar landmarks. She'd find herself covered in blood, her clothes shreaded or missing and her belly full.  A few times she was found by humans and cared for.  The child was beautiful, terrified and seemed so frail.  The people assured her they'd keep her safe from whatever monsters she was afraid of, but strong walls didn't keep out the monster within, and the morning after the full moon would find her somewhere else again...

It might have been half a year or maybe a year and a half, the girl didn't know, but she became aware that death only followed her and those who cared for her.  She learned ways of stealth, learned to fear the full moon as that's when the Monster came.  She learned to keep herself far from people when the full moon approached, only letting herself near people when it waned.

So often she cried for her family, cried for the people who'd been so kind, knowing she's killed so many, and had eaten owners of those tender hands which had held her.

Seasons passes, years passed.  The child grew into a young woman.  Always needing to be near people, always terrified of the monster within who killed those around her, especially any she might allow herself to have feelings for...

Her travels have led her to these islands...  Will she kill more?  Will she learn it's possible to control the beast?  Will she be killed as the monster she knows she truly is inside?