Tawny body with a lighter underbelly. Black spots and stripes; spots along her body and tail, stripes down her legs and around her neck. "Vanta black" fur on the undersides of her feet. Long grey guard hairs tipped in white along the fronts of her back legs and backs of her front legs. Typical tabby cat "eyeliner". Linen white eyes, ringed in grey.
Appearance
Tall and muscular, imposing by looks alone. And if looks could kill you'd probably be dead.
Will do what needs to be done, even if it sucks or is messy.
Does actually kind of enjoy getting dirty.
Disturbingly blunt and honest.
Fuck around and find out.
And yet, has the patience of a saint.
History
Grew up in NYC, penthouse view of Central Park.
Like a kid staring at the stars every night, she had her sights set on ruling every rock, statues, and lawn in that park.
Excelled in school, even through college, in spite of a furry little hiccup.
Was attacked by what she thought was a massive feral cat while walking through the Park one night and passed the sick feelings off on side-effects of the series or rabies vaccinations she got.
Met her sire later on, who was kind enough to apologize and help her learn how to handle what was going to happen.
Got a little side-tracked after college, between learning the ropes and having a cat girlfriend.
A fiasco of feelings and job applications later had her off to Colorado, dreams dashed in more ways than one.
Other
Rents a small, renovated stone cottage near the back of a large farm property.
Has a big dumb buckskin mare named Strawberry - they're still getting to know each other.