She who dreams of floating shapes.

[Updated 28/8/2016]
+Table of Contents+
~Plain Biography
~Detailed Biography
~Traffic Lights
~OOC Notes



+Plain Biography+
Given Name~Ketaniera.
Clan Name~Incatasi.
Race~Catfolk?
Her Age~30
Height~1.8m / 5'11"
Build~Broad with lean but apparent muscle,
~mostly padded with fat from indulging in
~luxuries like constant boozing.
Hair~A thick mane of locs and beaded
~braids, being overall rather messy and
~irregular in thickness and length.
Skin~Concealed by a layer of sandy brown
~fur stained with grease and dirt, with
~hints of faded leopard spots scattered
~about, and many differently aged scars
~that interrupted the growth of her fur.
Left Eye~A golden hue that pierced
~through all darkness, seeming to glow
~unnaturally as if she had some sort of
~planar ancestry. Her pupils were dark and
~resembled that of a feline, quickly dilating
~when her focus grew intense.
Right Eye~It was missing, simply. In its place
~just a rather unnervingly scarred eye
~socket, oft covered by a crude wrap to
~prevent infection.
Augments~Both her right limbs were
~replaced with crude steel replicas, each
~humming with chaotic crimson energy
~stored within. Her mechanical hand was
~often covered in a leather glove to help
~her grip, and her shoulder was painted
~black and purple rather intricately.
Jewelry~Various brass, iron, and gemstone
~rings and studs along her right ear, with
~an iron chain connecting nose to ear.
Scent~A perhaps unpleasant mixture of
~opium, spice, tobacco smoke, sex, blood,
~sweat, and overall dirt and grime. The
~scent of ozone seemed to radiate faintly
~off of her artificial limbs, and her breath
~often stank of cheap whiskey.
Voice~Light snarls and trills, deep purrs
~vibrating with her speech, seemingly
~deriving from her rather foreign accent.
~Strangely enough though her speech was
~in more recent times quite learned.
Orientation~Bisexual though her focus
~leaning towards men, and often denying
~her attraction to females.


+Detailed Biography+
 Ketaniera is definitely not what one would expect, when they hear of a tinker. She appeared to be a catfolk, or at least a distant cousin of one. Her face was a strange mixture of human and catlike features, being neither but resembling some of both.

 Rather notably for those who have heard her speak from the first years she was in Sinifer City, her speech had drastically improved in seemingly an overnight affair, seeming much more well-spoken now. Though her words still held the trills and light snarls that were likely simply common with her people, perhaps due to her mother tongue's way of speaking.

 Despite her past, she did show clear signs of having adapted to city life, as she after all had learned how to be a tinker, and even wore clothing that often combined the aesthetics of city fashion and the "style" of her old clan's lifestyle. She still held many of those attributes from her life with her clan, like her affinity for her piercings, or the irregularly made locs that laid messily coming out of her otherwise straight-haired mane.

 Her right arm and leg were however the most evident example of her adaptation to more modern living away from her clan, having fashioned by herself crude steel replicas that very roughly mimicked her own flesh. Each limb hummed and even glowed through the cracks from the chaotic crimson energy stored within. Stretching over her torso were metal plates, with bolts and screws, and the flesh of her body carved away to fuse metal to flesh.

 Her mechanical hand was often covered in a leather glove to help her grip and manipulation of delicate objects, and to conceal the absolute deadliness of the metal claws underneath. The shoulderpiece of her arm was painted black and purple rather carefully, notably rather unlike the rest of the rather plain metal. Due to the inexact articulation of her right arm, many actions she did with it were a bit off, and shrugging notably was mostly with the left side of her body, as her right shoulder was rather stationary due to the metal plates jammed into her.

 Notably, she often wore a mix of dark purple, brown, and black, with silver trimming often used as well. It seemed almost like a uniform, considering she so rarely deviated from the theme. Often times she wore somewhere on her person either one or more depictions of a sun centered with an odd silver skull with purple flames reaching out off of it.

 Focusing more on her actual body - what was left of it anyway - was her sandy brown furred form, holding more subtle but still curvy femininity to her otherwise toned and muscular body - the body of a huntress. Scars were abundant and often interrupted the growth of her fur, leaving only sight of the gray or pink skin underneath. Her scars were abundantly varied, ranging from claw marks, to bites, and even to various degrees of burns.

 Her skin though besides her scarred flesh, was concealed by her fur, though it was short it grew longer around her upper back substantially, until it reached that messy mane of hers, seeming to just blend into it seamlessly until her locs became involved. Her fur was stained with grease and dirt from a lack of frequent bathing, and held a variety of scents, ranging from tobacco smoke, to opium, spice cigarettes, sex, blood, and even the strange ozone-like smell radiating off of her artificial limbs.

 Her face was perhaps the most damaged and scarred part of her body, having suffered at some point serious burns and gashes that tore away bits of flesh, leaving her looking rather disfigured. Part of it - notably her missing eye - was often covered, but the part that usually wasn't, was her cheek. The flesh of her cheek having given way to an opening into her mouth, showing bits of bone and even her sharp teeth that remained. Due to the opening never closing however, she was often seen tilting her head slightly to the left or wiping at a bit of a drool that dripped out.

 If she was ever to be seen without a shirt on, a scar would become visible that greatly differed from all the rest of hers, in that it was incredibly deliberate. Along her left breast was the intricate scarification that left her body marked with an odd depiction of a sun. It looked like it was done rather cleanly, without slip, and with a very sharp knife.

 Despite not holding up to the Sinfarian standard of a buxom babe, she still thought she was hot stuff. But that was probably just because she's a cat ... woman, who absolutely did not look like all others of her kind, because that would be racist. But truth be told, she was likely more proud of her tinkering than her hot cat bod, even though she was a tad egotistical about every aspect of her life.

 Hasta la meow, baby!

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+OOC Notes+
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