Marie Antoinette - Rouge

[torneh]

Name: Marie Antoinette
Rank: Leader
Clan: Rogue
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Seventeen moons
Picture: Coming soon to my sig :]
Physical Description:

Marie is long, lean, and very muscular. Her hind legs are longer than the forelegs, with the shoulders being very muscular and a dip in the top line behind the shoulder blades. The top line of the back should is curved, her tail set low and carried low. Because of the Bengals' unique build, the Bengal has a very fluid walk echoing the wild attributes of the Bengal. Marie is no expectation to this fact.

Her head looks sort of wild or feral, rather than domestic. Her whisker pads are puffy, her ears small and rounded and pointed forward, her large, baby-blue eyes are round and set widely apart. Her forehead is long compared to the lower part of her face. In profile her skull is shaped like an egg with a portion of it behind the ears location, known as "backskull".

Like all Bengals, her coat is short and tight with a thick, soft texture. Her spots are a fawn brown with a bit silver-y look to them, contrasting perfectly with her main coat base color, silver. They decorate her pelt and legs, while her tail looks like that of a raccoon.

Quick Description:

Silver, elegantly shaped she-cat with striking silver eyes.

Personality:

Evil is a word that's often used lightly and in a joking manner. It was never intended to be used the way it is now, thrown around carelessly between joking friends. But, when it's used the way it's supposed to be, the word evil can send chills down your spine. When your friend has that dead serious look of "no, seriously, she's evil" it becomes something more serious, and I suppose this is one of those words we can use to describe Marie.

And then there's the cliche evil of "the trees bent away from her path, the flowers beginning to wither and die." No, this is not Marie. If anything, the flowers and grass would want to be close to her. Her manipulative skills are beyond amazing, even a wise and noble elder could be fooled by a bat of her innocent, baby-blue eyes. Or maybe it's because the she-cat is absolutely beautiful.

Another good one is sleeper. This, too, is often used completely and utterly wrong. Once again, calling your best friend a sleeper while sitting on the steps of the Met enjoying a joint together is how this word is used to day, but used on Marie Antoinette means that she is the definition of very very *friendly* personty cat. She will con you into giving her what she wants by giving you want you want: her. Ever since she was old enough to even care about her life, her attitude has been "you know you want me." And the question is, do you want her? Her life is dramatic, she's dramatic, and just might kill you if you don't satisfy her. Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood for shame.

And then there's the term drama queen. We use this a bit too much, referring to someone's life who is dramatic. You haven't met a drama queen until you've met Marie. She will, on purpose, lie, tell half-truths, and exaggerate to the point where you don't know what's the truth and what's not— that is, when you figure out that she lies. No one likes an ugly liar, but everyone loves a gorgeous liar.

History:

As a kit, Marie was normal. She slept, she ate, she mewled, she cried, she did things that kits do with no problem. She was completely normal in her home, comfortable with her mother, father, and siblings.

At the age of what a clan-cat would call an "apprentice", six moons, her sister, Rosalie, came and pounced on Marie while she was sleeping. The she-cat didn't know what had pounced on her, but in her suddenly awake primal instinct mind, she had to attack it. Naturally, Marie rolled over on her back and dug her hind claws into her sister's soft, underbelly. When she saw the immense agony on Rosalie's eyes, something clicked in her mind, and from that day forward, Marie decided the feel of someone else's blood between her toes felt great.

The incident was blown off casually because it was just that, an incident. Rosalie would take time to recover, but the brown tabby she-cat was a forgiving and loving soul, so she naturally didn't hold anything against Marie. But then, Marie's "urge" to kill became a little strong. So one beautiful day, she and her father were out hunting near where a fox had recently passed. Now, what are the odds of that?! Quick as she could, Marie Antoinette pinned her father and punctured his jugular. Letting the old tom bleed to death, Marie ran back to her family, pretending to be in hysterics, all the while beaming inside.

They buried him that night, and, let me tell you, the only one happy that night was Marie. Her old man didn't deserve that, but what does she care?

IC:

but would kill me in my sleep?

Bailey's jaw fell but she snapped it shut as soon as it fell. "Hmm," she said, her voice a natural falsetto. "I know why you're bitter! It was quite tragic when Matthieu died." Bailey said with emotion, having liked Mat. "He had such a big heart, too, rescuing fifty orphens from a burning church and then being attacked by a mountian lion. I wouldn't have the courage to do that . . . Then again, if it was for orphens . . ." She trailed off and blinked, sort of spacing out. Having already done her mourning, Mat hadn't been six feet under for more than a week. She didn't attend the funerel, it was too sad. Not knowing who else went, Bailey assumed that Dawn went afterward since she came off as an anti-social to Bailey. Whatever.

Sighing and flipping some hair-extentions out of her eye, Bailey absantmindly followed Dawn up the stairs. It was time for her to retire to bed and get something for her terrible hangover. I probably won't even sleep. She thought acidly, darting beside Dawn and then ahead of her; gracefully running up the stairs. Bailey's slender legs clad in jeans carried her up the stairs easily. Unlike big and clunky people, Bailey was small, barely reaching four ten, and was still growing, thusly made her lithe. Dance schools had acceccpted her, but since Bailey and her brother were "freaks", she had no choice but to attend Zorahigh. It was a good school though, quiet and small with good teachers and interesting students like her and Levi.

. . . Levi. Where was he? He hadn't bothered to sling her over his shoulder today and she felt slightly hurt that he hadn't come by to annoy her, however strange that sounded. He probably found some chick to sleep with and was too worn out to come and bother her. Bailey was suddenly alert again, thoughts of her brother lost back into the depths of her mind. Hissing at the sound of footsteps that belonged to the janitor, Bailey slunk behind a couch, easily fitting beind it. It was night and the guy was probably drunk out of his mind or high. Whichever one, Bailey didn't want to converse with him again. He was scary, big scary. Like, six foot eight or something like that. He could easily kill someone like her in with his bare hands, though that wasn't really saying anything.

He walked right past her, not even noticing the small shadow behind the couch. The odd things was, he was walking normally. It was kinda spooky, too, almost like he was looking for something as well. What the hell is wrong with yankees? Do they all go out at this time of night looking for stuff? She wondered, watching him with interest. Having forgot all about her raging headache, Bailey waited fully untill he was gone and stood up, still pretty much invisible in the blackness.

"That was weird," she whispered to Dawn, even though she picked up the vibe that Dawn just simply did not like her. Mostly everybody liked Bailey when she was sober, and hell, Bailey liked herself when she was sober, but liked that pretty bottle more. The sad thing was, though, Dawn had never met a sober Bailey before. They had only met in detention (Bailey being a little hungover) and seen each other around the school, but beside that none.

Codeword: -NO CODEWORD FOR CHEATERS-
Other:

Marie is ka-ra-zay xDD She should bring IC drama to the site, yes?

[&Willow]

Yes. IC Drama. Lots and lots of it. xD

Lovely and Accepted. <3