Cleo; the blind kitten. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wishestobe) wrote,@ 2010-02-21 16:12:00 |
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cleo; the blind kitten.
Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.
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extra ● soundtrack ● scenes ● connections ● ooc basics [top.] NAME: Cleo. She has never had a last name and is actually quite lucky to have a first. For a long, long time she was merely known as 'cub.' GOES BY: Cleo. There's little she can shorten it to though one of her owners did try for Cleopatra once, that caused a few... less than nice moments. AGE AND DOB: Unknown. It's believed she's in her teens but she has no idea. SPECIES: Therianthrope; Lion. CAREER: Pet. CURRENT RESIDENCE: MARTIAL STATUS: Owned. SEXUALITY: Bisexual. ETHER: supernatural [top.] ABILITIES LION As a therianthrope Cleo has excess to her secondary form, for her it was that of a lion and in truth Cleo feels much more at home within this form than that of a human. In this form she is large; weighing about 280lbs of pure muscle, toned and ready to fight, she's around near six feet in length from flank to head with the addition of 3 feet from her tail. Cleo is average for a lioness, muscular and longed of leg. As she was mainly used for fighting against other predator's she has learnt to be quick, agile despite her heavy stock. Like most her pelt is a heavy gold, warm and short furred though in places it's obvious to see she has been fighting in the past, scars showing on her flanks and ribs. SKILLS: Very, very few. Cleo is underdeveloped in many ways, she has not had a normal upbringing which means she lacks in skills which others would find "normal" let alone skills which others would think were talents. Despite not being able to see she's very good at reading what people want from her; docile kitten or fiesty lion. It's all about their energy, like an aura around them which she can almost feel. LIMITATIONS: Cleo is blind. The biggest limitation of all, she is unable to see whether in her human form or lion. It means she must rely on her other senses and find ways around things. Cleo herself does not really see it as a limitation, it just is, there is nothing she can do to fix it so she must work around it. As her personality is so underdeveloped she has few other limitations though perhaps that is a limitation in itself, she doesn't always understand people and why they do what they do, she has never tasted freedom and much of her life has been spared of any kind of stimulation and so she is a blank slate to be moulded. WEAPONRY TRAINING: GROUP: The Raidan. POSITION: Brooke's pet. OPINION: She does not have one as of yet. ALLIANCES: Brooke? RIVALRIES: appearance [top.] There is something delicate and fine boned about Cleo, her features are slightly sharp, kitten like and sweet and she often dances between beautiful and pretty. She's otherworldly, a floating kind of ethereal feel to her but with an animalistic growl beneath that, wet and wild. Very, very slender, slim and undernourished almost but she is strong, muscles toned and she's constantly ready for a fight, for violence. Cleo would be easy to underestimate, she's delicate softness and a kind of blank slate which gives you the impression that she is not all there which is most certainly not the case. She stands at about 5"7 and weighs around 110lbs when wet, she's willowy and tiny but god, does she pack a punch when she needs to. Clothing wise she has a few dresses, loose and summery, she doesn't really care what she wears or if she wears anything at all. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A number, especially from the more recent fights. Ribs and thighs are covered in silvery fang or claw marks. Shoulder is messy though that is slowly fading. Cleo cannot see them and if she could she would not care. personality [top.] Cleo is a blank slate, there is very little personality to her, very little of her foundations built. She has been in the dark for most of her life, both figuratively and literally. She was never surrounded by love or a normal family, she did not have a mother or father to teach her how to live and love, how to be normal with other humans. She is quick; smart and witted but it is almost without emotion, without life behind her words which people often take to meaning she is slow or stupid. That is certainly not the case she simply just does not know. She does not know how to act with people. The only 'friend' Cleo has ever really had was a vampire by the name of Selene who was, in some ways, kind to her, she had began to grow with Selene but the vampire was taken from Cleo before she had truly began to settle into life. For nearly two years all she knew was violence and fighting. She's feral, a wild animal which needs to be tamed almost. She has never known freedom but nor does she know the burn of slavery. To Cleo this is life, this is normal and she does not mourn the loss of this 'freedom' all she wishes for is to understand, to learn, to know, things which have been denied her over and over. Given the right tutelage she could be quite normal, grow into a normal young woman but if she falls into the wrong hands she could just as easily become something dangerous and dark. history [top.] FAMILY FATHER: Damon Crowther. MOTHER: Carmel Lewis. SIBLING(S): Unknown, most likely a number. Freedom is not something Cleo has ever known, from the moment she was conceived she was owned, she was somebodies beyond her mother's and her own. Freewill is not something Cleo has ever known. But really her story begins before she was conceived, before she began to grow within her mother's stomach or took her first breath. It begins with Damon Crowther a man of wants and whims, he did not care for human laws nor norms, he was not bound by their silly notions of freedom. To him the world was his oyster, what Damon wanted he got. Pets and slaves were nothing new to him and he was well known for going through them quickly, his play was rough, too much for the fragile humans he loved to bear for long. Damon was a therianthrope, a lion to be exact and one who was very much intone with his animal side. He enjoyed the hunt, chasing down his prey, enjoying their fear and primal feeling of power it brought with it. Humans were his choice of prey, girls usually, pretty, beautiful, the kind which you see in the magazines. That is who Carmel was, the kind of beauty which made you look twice; long, blonde hair, blue eyes which sparkled with promises, soft lips and legs to die for. It was pitch black when he came from her, she was on her way home from working at some bar and she had no idea what was waiting for her. Damon liked to make sure his playthings were worthy of his time, play around to see if they had fight in them. Carmel certainly did; she was a wildcat as he brought her down, all screams and flailing limbs, fear shone in her eyes and yet she did not stop fighting, she did not give into the simple fact that she could not get away from him. This was the kind of girl he liked, the kind who fought and bit, the kind who didn't go down with making him bleed first. They were always beautiful when they broke. Carmel lasted the night, much to Damon's other girls surprise, she not only survived but she became something more. Damon was very careful with who he infected and Carmel was the first incident of such. After three days of pain, of screaming and suffering she became what he was; a lion. At first he didn't know what to do with this new development, this woman becoming something more until he realised two things: she could endure more than his human toys and she was pregnant. For the next nine months Carmel was actually treated well, becoming something more to Damon almost. Why? The thought of a son to teach was too great for him to pass up. He did not get a son, nor was his daughter what he wished for. Cleo was born in the early hours, with pets watching her arrival. From her first breath she was owned, from that first cry which rang out she was someone else's. It would be a while until they realised that the little girl was blind, that she was imperfect and thus unworthy of much. Carmel was the one to feel Damon's rage, ripped asunder as she gave him a flawed daughter. Cleo does not remember much of her childhood mainly because there was little to remember. For the first eight years of her life she was kept in two rooms and known merely as 'cub', with her mother dead care passed on to the girls who came and went and they were her only human contact. Cleo has a lot to thank those girls for, as frequently as they came in and out of her life they taught her how to be somewhat normal; they taught her how to speak, how to act human and stopped her turning into a fully feral child. At the age of eight she was sold off to a dealer by the name of Riley. A cold, uncaring man Cleo was taught the basics of life through him and those he kept and sold. She learned the weight of shackles, the lash of the whip, how to bend and not break, she learned to read a master and give them what they wanted and she learned how to survive beneath it all. When Cleo was 12 she was bought by a vampire by the name of Selene, it was a brief and momentary bloom of happiness. Selene had a love of the lion's blood, of the child's taste and so she was treated fairly. It was not freedom but it almost felt like it, a whisper of wind against her skin and the feel of the sun. Selene was killed and Cleo found herself back with Riley. No one wanted her, what would they do with a blind lion? She was beautiful but she had no worth truly. The change came on when she was fourteen and Cleo found what she believed to be her true form. That first time was a time of fear, unsure what was going on as her body was twisted, bones breaking and realigning and her skin white hot and splitting. It left her shaking and screaming in her room but she slowly forced herself to endure it, changing as often as possible until it was seamless and she spent more time as lion than human. It was around then that Riley realised she could be used for entertainment. What was more entertaining than a blind lion set upon by a Pack? Cleo was giving minimal training, the point was to see her ripped apart, torn asunder. Riley had no other use for her, she was broken, no one wanted the blind, peculiar, sharp tongued female who had a tendency towards snarls than the seduction of her fellow pets. No one expected what happened though, they did not expect the little cub to fight, to rip those wolves into pieces. She was blind! But that did not make her useful, eyes and the use of the whisper of the ether gave her all she needed and she felt her way through the fight. It was the start of a harsh couple of years; Riley pit her against therianthrope after therianthrope, just waiting for her to fall, to be killed and slaughtered. He didn't care for her, he just liked the money which came in as they all bet upon the blind lion and for two years they all lost. After awhile it was too much for the little lion, she could not take it, survival was coming at the cost of her humanity and she became more lion than girl. It ended with a fight when she was close to death, torn and broken, gasping and it was the leniency of the host which saved her life. Cleo was allowed to recover, to heal fully from the wounds she suffered and in that time she was forgotten about once more, left to silent wait within her rooms and cages, alone with her thoughts. Cleo had never had a visitor, someone who wished to see her but he smelled like Selene, there was a similar undercurrent to him and for once she did not snarl and snap, did not back away though he did not try to get too close either. She was to be bought, after so long someone wanted her. The male told her of her new owner; a girl named Brooke who would love her, would take care of her and Cleo had no choice but to follow as they forced her from her room and into another collar. Freedom is not something Cleo has never known nor is it something she wishes for, what would she do with it? extra [top.] ● Spends around 75% of her time in the form of a lion, especially when newly introduced to a home. soundtrack [top.] ♪ Artist; song. scenes [top.] past/chapter #. 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