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To Claim a Starting World

Cassandra stepped out into the twilight, her eyes dark without the sun to bring out their blue. She found her father already preparing to work his plot for the day and her frowned deepened as he caught her eye. She knew he didn't want her hunting at the moment--there were whispers about Norn regarding the dangerous omens in the forest. Hunters more cowardly than she--or more the wiser--had at least slowed in their hunting; however, Cassandra enjoyed being out in the forest on these limited summer days and took much pride in her ability to feed herself and others. She would not waste the day. So as her father opened his mouth to speak, she bounded away toward the forest and left him to watch her with a furrowed brow.

The few arrows in her quiver rattled together as she walked through Norn, her steps light and quick even with the leather boots on her feet. A leather pouch of water hung at her waist next to a hunting knife. She held the hunting bow and its string in her left hand; it was imperfect but she had made it herself and she knew how to align the awkward shot. A frown still sat upon her face, but it occasionally twitched into a polite smile as she passed the rare villager and exchanged a greeting. As she passed the village center, a raven's cry broke the quiet and she paused in her steps to squint where the rooftops met the sky.

Cassandra hummed and picked up her pace again, brow furrowing. She was dressed just warm enough to tolerate the cool morning air until the sun would warm the Earth: trousers and a simple tunic over a loose sleeved shirt. Her dark hair was tied back into a tight ponytail to keep it out of her pale face. She wore a glove on her right hand to protect her skin against the bowstring--though her hands were hard anyway, raised a hard worker like both her parents. She tensed against the cold air as she arrived at the edge of town, slowly coming to a stop as she gazed at the forest ahead. For all her talk against superstition, she could see and feel the change in the forest. So there she stood for a few moments, preparing herself for the hunt.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

Kiyoko

Kiyoko Yachi | 18 | Youkai (Bakeneko)

Appearance: Among humans, Yachi is otherwordly in her beauty: fair skin and eyes like sapphires earn her a double take. Her pupils are reminiscent of that of a cat. Among youkai, she looks rather human: shorter than most women with long, unkempt hair. She's thin and small. Her clothing of choices tends to be dark in color and high up on her legs. Her natural form is that of a small cat, fur white like snow and eyes just as they are when she's human.

Abilities:

- Shape shifting. Her natural form is that of a small white cat, but she can take on human or other feline forms as well. Her eyes are always that clear blue, however.
- Athleticism. As a cat first, Yachi is very nimble and well coordinated. She's not particularly strong, but she's stealthy and fast.
- Sharp senses. Yachi can see better than most at night and has heightened hearing and smell, much like a cat.

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Yachi is relatively young and optimistic, seeing the good in the world around her despite the betrayal she felt in the past. She is aware of her idealism, however, and hides behind a hard layer of cautiousness when dealing with strangers. This can manifest in a number ways, including sarcasm and blatant rudeness. Past that, she has a good sense of humor and can be surprisingly light hearted. At work or in a professional environment, she's almost overly cheerful and accommodating.

History: Yachi was born into the world as a house cat in winter, the runt of the litter. She was given the name Sora for her blue eyes against her white, white fur. She was treated well by her owners and lived a long life under them as a cat. It was as she grew into old age for a cat that she started to change from normal animal to supernatural being, a youkai. Then a catalyst occurred, pushing her transformation further. There was a home invasion by a few thugs on her owners' while the family was home. Needless violence ensued, but Sora was able to protect them: she grew many times larger--rivaling a tiger in size--and attacked the assailants. While she was successful in protecting her human companions, they were terrified of her even as she returned to her normal form of a runt. Sora was abandoned by them, but her transition into youkai was complete: she took human form and now walks among humans. She's mostly ignorant of the "other" world due to her young age as a youkai, but she's curious and open to learn.

Other: She works at a cafe to get by.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

@PKMNB0Y I edited my character's sheet to exclude electricity. I'll leave it at shapeshifting and athleticism. Let me know if anything else needs changed. Also I'm willing to make a human as well since we're getting a lot of youkai.

To Claim a Starting World

Me! I'll have a post up tonight

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

@PKMNB0Y Alright, I'll drop the electricity. It just came up in some if the lore for them but that's Google for you lol. I'm on mobile right now, but I'll change it ASAP.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

'Ight, I was struggling a bit because I don't know a lot about the lore at work here. But here's an attempt thanks to Google, lol

Kiyoko

Kiyoko Yachi | 18 | Youkai (Bakeneko)

Appearance: Among humans, Yachi is otherwordly in her beauty: fair skin and eyes like sapphires earn her a double take. Her pupils are reminiscent of that of a cat. Among youkai, she looks rather human: shorter than most women with long, unkempt hair. She's thin and small. Her clothing of choices tends to be dark in color and high up on her legs. Her natural form is that of a small cat, fur white like snow and eyes just as they are when she's human.

Abilities:

- Shape shifting. Her natural form is that of a small white cat, but she can take on human or other feline forms as well. Her eyes are always that clear blue, however.
- Athleticism. As a cat first, Yachi is very nimble and well coordinated. She's not particularly strong, but she's stealthy and fast.
- Sharp senses. Yachi can see better than most at night and has heightened hearing and smell, much like a cat.

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Yachi is relatively young and optimistic, seeing the good in the world around her despite the betrayal she felt in the past. She is aware of her idealism, however, and hides behind a hard layer of cautiousness when dealing with strangers. This can manifest in a number ways, including sarcasm and blatant rudeness. Past that, she has a good sense of humor and can be surprisingly light hearted. At work or in a professional environment, she's almost overly cheerful and accommodating.

History: Yachi was born into the world as a house cat in winter, the runt of the litter. She was given the name Sora for her blue eyes against her white, white fur. She was treated well by her owners and lived a long life under them as a cat. It was as she grew into old age for a cat that she started to change from normal animal to supernatural being, a youkai. Then a catalyst occurred, pushing her transformation further. There was a home invasion by a few thugs on her owners' while the family was home. Needless violence ensued, but Sora was able to protect them: she grew many times larger--rivaling a tiger in size--and attacked the assailants. While she was successful in protecting her human companions, they were terrified of her even as she returned to her normal form of a runt. Sora was abandoned by them, but her transition into youkai was complete: she took human form and now walks among humans. She's mostly ignorant of the "other" world due to her young age as a youkai, but she's curious and open to learn.

Other: She works at a cafe to get by.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

Working on a sheet.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP (Interest Check)

Interested.

One Job: Survive

Flynn couldn't catch a break: she had arrived at the safehouse that night only moments before the horde attacked. She hadn't had the time to even talk to another person when the fearful screams and fleeing began. Although she the knew the drill at that point, she found herself frozen in the familiarity of the moment and shock held her still like a ball and chain. In her paralyzed state, another had knocked her over in his rush to get away. She had gasped, surprised by the strike, but it kicked her adrenaline into gear: she wasn't going to allow herself to be Zed-food. Unlike some of the safehouse's inhabitants, she had nothing or no one to leave behind so there was no question--she simply had to run. She followed others, readjusting quickly to a group mentality.

It was a strange calm she experienced, arriving at the barn with other survivors. She had barely managed to get away, but she did and she was surrounded by people. No one spoke to her, though. Everyone had gathered their bearings and lied down to rest. As she sat against a wall to follow suit, she found herself crying silently. Her brow furrowed and she wiped at her eyes, unable to place the tears. Unlike some of the others, she hadn't lost anything more at the safehouse. She sniffled in the darkness--not the only one to be sure--and quietly calmed herself down as she drifted into a light sleep.

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Bang, bang, bang!

Flynn flinched as she was awoken. From her seat in the corner she saw a lean and tall man yelling at the group. She sat up straighter, shoulders rolling. She had never slept in such an uncomfortable position and she bit back a whine as she stretched, hearing unfamiliar pops come from her body. Finally, she somehow managed to give the man her attention, but he was already wrapping up his... warm awakening. She had never seen such aggression and it brought a small frown to lips, but she didn't find anything to argue against nor was she knowledgeable about the ins and outs of travel. Instead, she slowly stood up and looked around at the other survivors. It was a small group compared to how many had been at the gas station.

To Claim a Starting World

Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern

Bio

Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.

Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.

Skills:

- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.

Fears:

- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.

Likes:

- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village

Equipment:

- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.

Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.

As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches.