Post by Kit on Oct 23, 2010 13:37:26 GMT -5
Full Name: Kit Munisworth
Age: Earth years may be in the 20’s, cat years probably life 2 of 9 (life expectancy unknown)
Gender: Female
Race: Humanoid Cat (see description)
Group: Prisoner
--Sub-Group: Genos, result of experiment
Threat Level: 7
Played-By or anime img:
Height: 4’10”
Weight: 98 lb
Special Characteristics:
General Description: Though human, she has retained some catlike features. These include cat ears, tail which has strangely split at the end forming a two pronged tail, retractable claws, and razor sharp canines. Her green and gold speckled eyes have also kept their feline appearance. From a distance, Kit looks tall and slim due to her proportions, but in reality she isn’t very tall at all. Some of the fur has changed to cute ball of fluff on her head with her ears peeking out from the sides on top. This hair is short, but sometimes gets in her milky face, when she’d have to brush it aside. Depending on the light her hair may look a creamy brown or a reddish brown. Average Clothing: She wears the only outfit she was given. This consists of a black tank-top and black biker shorts, plus the worn-out collar from her cat days around her neck. She has freedom of movement without loose clothing. While she is not used to it, the clothes do not restrict her agile movements or her tail. She has nothing besides this, not even shoes.
Likes: company, hunting, being pampered (she’s a spoiled kitty), treats (keep an eye on your cheese stick, it’s libel to disappear), bright colors (or anything shiny/sparkly)
Dislikes: Suspicious humans, having tail touched, being insulted (those claws are trigger happy), having movement restricted (don’t even grab her wrist, you’ve been warned), being caged
Strengths: very agile and flexible
Weaknesses: can snap at any given moment, claws get caught easily in fabric, food bribes (on some occasions)
Skills/Powers: hunting, climbing, night vision (what good is a cat without it?)
General Personality: Calm and patient, no doubt curiosity drives this calculating feline. However, if crossed, the cuddly creature swiftly changes to a savage beast. If you’re lucky, she’ll give a warning hiss before slashing you, but as long as she’s treated well, there shouldn’t be a problem. She’s as harmless as a playful kitten. Under normal circumstances, all she wants is to be pampered like the spoiled little cat she once was. Though, for fun, she might try to stir a bit of confusion just to see what happens. A tilted head, wide eyes, and methodically swishing tail are tells of her curiosity at play. At such a time, it is impossible even for her to know what’s going through her mysterious mind.
Mother: Stray Tabby
Father: Traveling Tom Cat
Siblings: many, scattered and unknown (all nameless)
History: In a dark alley of the far reaches in town, a stray tabby cat sought shelter with her newly born kittens. The last to be born was a runt. Since she was much smaller than the others, the runt was cast out when she was old enough, left to fend for herself. She roamed the streets and lived in the alleys hunting mice. Once in a while, when she was lucky, she had a challenging fight with a meaty rat. The runt cat traveled to the outskirts of the city until she came across a strange little hut. There was a tall human dressed in white lab coat. Curious as she was, the cat brushed up against his ankle. The man said something in his language and picked up the little kitten. He walked inside, forgetting the door was open and plopped the cat onto a metal table. Strapped down, the cat now realized this wasn’t a good idea. The scary man came nearer with a syringe and gave the cat a shot.
In her struggles, the runt cat let out a last screech and was able to scratch through the biding breaking free. She ran out the door as swiftly as possible and looked for a safe place. As she wandered, the kitten tracked through someone’s backyard. The young girl who lived there adored cats and spotted the runt kitten as she passed a window. Opening the backdoor, slice of cheese in hand, the girl called for the kitten. More curious than frightened, the kitten froze watching as the girl neared. When she got too close, the cat prepared to run, but the girl stopped and crouched down left the slice of cheese and, after saying “cheese,” backed away. The kitten tilted her small head and ran over to the cheese. Smelling that it was food she tasted it; once she tasted it, repeated the word “cheese,” and the little kitty ate the whole slice. The girl stood there wide-eyed that the cat had spoken, “did you just say ‘cheese’?” The cat looked up at her in confusion at the fact they understood each other.
From that day, the girl adopted the cat and named her “Moniesworth” as it was worth keeping her around. The two went on many adventures together for many years. As time passed, however, the cat never grew to full size and strangely outlived the normal life expectancy for cats and no one noticed. As usual, Moniesworth went for an evening stroll through alleys for a sporty mouse hunt. However, on this one evening in particular, there was a man hiding in the alley. Curious as always, the cat went to check it out. “Got ya!” he exclaimed proudly, snatching the cat by the neck. “You’d do nicely.” It seemed as if he was just waiting for any cat to come around. Oddly enough it was the same man that gave her that injection. The coincidence was too much for the little creature to handle; she had been tricked twice by the same creep. After struggling for a little while to no avail, the old kitten finally spoke, “Let me go!” This only encouraged the man as it was not at all normal. “Even better.” He said to himself as he took the cat deep into a large facility.
There he tied the cat securely, this time in chains and he removed her collar. Now able to read, Moniesworth saw what he was about to give her. Apparently he was experimenting with the manipulation of HOX genes. Whatever that means…what would a cat know? It didn’t take long for the injection to take affect and the small cat felt sick. She could feel her limbs stretching and she cried out with pain at the strange phenomenon. She heard the tiny chains snap off as her paws grew into hands and feet. Not prepared for the reaction to the injected concoction, the man panicked at the sight. The now humanoid cat leaped at him and knocked him out. She shivered from the cold, as the warmth of her fur was gone. Moniesworth took the man’s lab coat and ran out the door to a labyrinth of hallways. It didn’t take long for the guards to catch her and the man from before came shortly after, with a tranquilizer to stop her from struggling. Slightly dazed, they had her answer questions, “what’s your name?” and she answered “…Moniesworth…” The man scowled at her and asked again; she gave the same answer. Finally the man asked angrily “what’s your FIRST name?!” She didn’t know what to answer, she didn’t have a first name. In her delirum she gave him what he wanted to hear, the first thing that came to mind, “Kit--” she said incomplete, the man wrote on his clipboard “Kit Munisworth” and she fell asleep. She woke up, shortly after, in a cell. She was given clothes and her collar was back around her neck with its faded nametag and tiny bell.
Other/Notes: N/A
Age: Earth years may be in the 20’s, cat years probably life 2 of 9 (life expectancy unknown)
Gender: Female
Race: Humanoid Cat (see description)
Group: Prisoner
--Sub-Group: Genos, result of experiment
Threat Level: 7
Played-By or anime img:
Height: 4’10”
Weight: 98 lb
Special Characteristics:
General Description: Though human, she has retained some catlike features. These include cat ears, tail which has strangely split at the end forming a two pronged tail, retractable claws, and razor sharp canines. Her green and gold speckled eyes have also kept their feline appearance. From a distance, Kit looks tall and slim due to her proportions, but in reality she isn’t very tall at all. Some of the fur has changed to cute ball of fluff on her head with her ears peeking out from the sides on top. This hair is short, but sometimes gets in her milky face, when she’d have to brush it aside. Depending on the light her hair may look a creamy brown or a reddish brown. Average Clothing: She wears the only outfit she was given. This consists of a black tank-top and black biker shorts, plus the worn-out collar from her cat days around her neck. She has freedom of movement without loose clothing. While she is not used to it, the clothes do not restrict her agile movements or her tail. She has nothing besides this, not even shoes.
Likes: company, hunting, being pampered (she’s a spoiled kitty), treats (keep an eye on your cheese stick, it’s libel to disappear), bright colors (or anything shiny/sparkly)
Dislikes: Suspicious humans, having tail touched, being insulted (those claws are trigger happy), having movement restricted (don’t even grab her wrist, you’ve been warned), being caged
Strengths: very agile and flexible
Weaknesses: can snap at any given moment, claws get caught easily in fabric, food bribes (on some occasions)
Skills/Powers: hunting, climbing, night vision (what good is a cat without it?)
General Personality: Calm and patient, no doubt curiosity drives this calculating feline. However, if crossed, the cuddly creature swiftly changes to a savage beast. If you’re lucky, she’ll give a warning hiss before slashing you, but as long as she’s treated well, there shouldn’t be a problem. She’s as harmless as a playful kitten. Under normal circumstances, all she wants is to be pampered like the spoiled little cat she once was. Though, for fun, she might try to stir a bit of confusion just to see what happens. A tilted head, wide eyes, and methodically swishing tail are tells of her curiosity at play. At such a time, it is impossible even for her to know what’s going through her mysterious mind.
Mother: Stray Tabby
Father: Traveling Tom Cat
Siblings: many, scattered and unknown (all nameless)
History: In a dark alley of the far reaches in town, a stray tabby cat sought shelter with her newly born kittens. The last to be born was a runt. Since she was much smaller than the others, the runt was cast out when she was old enough, left to fend for herself. She roamed the streets and lived in the alleys hunting mice. Once in a while, when she was lucky, she had a challenging fight with a meaty rat. The runt cat traveled to the outskirts of the city until she came across a strange little hut. There was a tall human dressed in white lab coat. Curious as she was, the cat brushed up against his ankle. The man said something in his language and picked up the little kitten. He walked inside, forgetting the door was open and plopped the cat onto a metal table. Strapped down, the cat now realized this wasn’t a good idea. The scary man came nearer with a syringe and gave the cat a shot.
In her struggles, the runt cat let out a last screech and was able to scratch through the biding breaking free. She ran out the door as swiftly as possible and looked for a safe place. As she wandered, the kitten tracked through someone’s backyard. The young girl who lived there adored cats and spotted the runt kitten as she passed a window. Opening the backdoor, slice of cheese in hand, the girl called for the kitten. More curious than frightened, the kitten froze watching as the girl neared. When she got too close, the cat prepared to run, but the girl stopped and crouched down left the slice of cheese and, after saying “cheese,” backed away. The kitten tilted her small head and ran over to the cheese. Smelling that it was food she tasted it; once she tasted it, repeated the word “cheese,” and the little kitty ate the whole slice. The girl stood there wide-eyed that the cat had spoken, “did you just say ‘cheese’?” The cat looked up at her in confusion at the fact they understood each other.
From that day, the girl adopted the cat and named her “Moniesworth” as it was worth keeping her around. The two went on many adventures together for many years. As time passed, however, the cat never grew to full size and strangely outlived the normal life expectancy for cats and no one noticed. As usual, Moniesworth went for an evening stroll through alleys for a sporty mouse hunt. However, on this one evening in particular, there was a man hiding in the alley. Curious as always, the cat went to check it out. “Got ya!” he exclaimed proudly, snatching the cat by the neck. “You’d do nicely.” It seemed as if he was just waiting for any cat to come around. Oddly enough it was the same man that gave her that injection. The coincidence was too much for the little creature to handle; she had been tricked twice by the same creep. After struggling for a little while to no avail, the old kitten finally spoke, “Let me go!” This only encouraged the man as it was not at all normal. “Even better.” He said to himself as he took the cat deep into a large facility.
There he tied the cat securely, this time in chains and he removed her collar. Now able to read, Moniesworth saw what he was about to give her. Apparently he was experimenting with the manipulation of HOX genes. Whatever that means…what would a cat know? It didn’t take long for the injection to take affect and the small cat felt sick. She could feel her limbs stretching and she cried out with pain at the strange phenomenon. She heard the tiny chains snap off as her paws grew into hands and feet. Not prepared for the reaction to the injected concoction, the man panicked at the sight. The now humanoid cat leaped at him and knocked him out. She shivered from the cold, as the warmth of her fur was gone. Moniesworth took the man’s lab coat and ran out the door to a labyrinth of hallways. It didn’t take long for the guards to catch her and the man from before came shortly after, with a tranquilizer to stop her from struggling. Slightly dazed, they had her answer questions, “what’s your name?” and she answered “…Moniesworth…” The man scowled at her and asked again; she gave the same answer. Finally the man asked angrily “what’s your FIRST name?!” She didn’t know what to answer, she didn’t have a first name. In her delirum she gave him what he wanted to hear, the first thing that came to mind, “Kit--” she said incomplete, the man wrote on his clipboard “Kit Munisworth” and she fell asleep. She woke up, shortly after, in a cell. She was given clothes and her collar was back around her neck with its faded nametag and tiny bell.
Other/Notes: N/A
