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Created on 2006-12-21 14:07:49 (#11871537), last updated 2009-11-22
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Basic Info| Name: | Catherine |
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BioBASICS ;;
Name: Catherine (Caty, Cathy)
Class: Civilian
Country: Kanemoria
Age: 18
Birthdate: April 5 [aries]
Family: Mother // unknown (deceased), Father // "Dad" (deceased), Husband // Allan
Languages: Trade [fluent], Dentorian [curses and sale's pitches]
Mount Name: n/a
Weapon Proficiencies: None
Blood Type: O
HISTORY ;;
Catherine just barely remembers her mother, a weeping, pathetic, weak drunk who she can remember feeling pity, but no real love for. She can faintly remember her mother sitting in the corner, crying, drinking, just waiting for her father to get home and hit her again, instead of doing something about it.
She does clearly remember when her mother died. Dad beat her to death, she knows that much, though she's grateful she can't remember seeing it. Dad always said he never meant to, but Caty never believed that, especially later when he started saying he didn't touch her, she drank herself to death. Guilt is usually what makes a person lie, after all. She remembers being angry at Dad, furious at Dad, but she can't recall being sad for her mother. She can't even think of her as Mom.
The rest is sad history. Caty got old enough that Dad wasn't going to let her just sit around growing moss, the way he said it, so to avoid the same fate as her mother, she started going out so she wasn't sitting around all the time. The theft started as a way to please Dad -- bring home gold and end up better than her mother, that was the plan. But it became a habit, a way of life, and by the time she was eleven, she was getting pretty good at it, though nowhere near good enough to support herself.
She was also filling out. She developped impressively and early, and, well, Dad hadn't had a woman other than bored whores since he killed his wife. If they'd even been married. Catherine never knew. Saying that Dad raped her probably wasn't fair, because Caty'd seen, rape, rape was loud and ugly and the girl cried and screamed the whole time, and this wasn't anything like that. He did it, she let him, and that was just how it was. She didn't like it, but she didn't like Dad much either, and she thought that maybe if she did like him, she'd like the sex, too. It almost felt good, some of the time, and it was better than him hitting her.
It was when he was "raping" her (but it wasn't rape, Caty didn't get raped, it was just sex) that she got her next great idea. Her first great idea was stealing. Her next great idea was sure to bring in even more money. The next day, she watched whores going about their business and, figuring it looked easy enough, stole one of their street corners when they walked off with a man and waited until she got an offer. She brought home more money; Dad was happy. It was every bit as great an idea as she thought it would be. She was thirteen at the time.
And so it continued, routinely. "Rape" and beatings at home, theft and whoring on the street. Somewhere in her, Caty was aware that her life was "bad" and "tragic" and "sad" but she didn't really feel that way. She was content enough, for the most part. Whoring was boring and she hated Dad, but it was a living and he was her father, so why complain?
She was seventeen when she met Allan. Just another customer, but, somehow, it was good with him, and the more he came to her, the more she looked forward to him coming. After a bit, they didn't just have sex, they talked and enjoyed each other company, though they tangled quite a bit as well. Caty didn't mind the tangles. If anything, she sort of liked them. Before long, she realized that she'd fallen for him, and, one night, she brought him home.
Dad didn't like that at all.
He attacked Allan in a fit of rage ... protectiveness or jealousy or just rage, Catherine never knew, and never got to ask. Allan pulled out a knife, and who wouldn't, really, but Catherine was horrified anyway when blood went everywhere and Dad fell on top of him dead. She's not sure why they ran, it wasn't like they were going to get in trouble. Dad never got in trouble for killing her mother. No one missed more scum. But they ran, regardless.
Caty never knew how to feel about Dad being dead. On the one hand, she hated him, he was awful and she was tired of having sex with him and doding his blows. But on the other hand, he was her Dad, and Allan had killed him, and she wasn't sure she should just forgive that. He was awful, but he'd been all she had for longer than she'd known Allan.
They got married when she was eighteen, in a little rundown Norey chapel. It just seemed like the logical step. They live on the move, somehow fearing they'll be in trouble for the murder they know they won't be, living by their wits and their skills. There's a lot Catherine doesn't know, but what she does know is that she does love Allan, and love sure isn't everything, but it's a hell of a lot better than nothing.
PERSONALITY ;;
Despite having lived a life that would make most sensitive folk cry, Catherine is a spirited, upbeat young woman with shocking zest for life considering what "life" has come to entail for her. She can't explain her tireless spirit, she just knows that she doesn't want to be her mother, just sitting there waiting for death. She knows she's not skilled enough at anything to make herself better, so she might as well just try to enjoy what she's got. It's the only life she has, after all.
She has a loose temper and is quick to get angry, especially at any sort of accusations. She doesn't take well to being attacked, and is roughly as defensive as a puffer fish. She'll fight tooth or nail to get her point across, and the only acceptable conclusion is either her victory or her opponent just giving up.
Catherine is a cynical, quite a cynic, a bitter, angry cynic, for that, but her cynicism is tinged with a devil-may-care "well what am I going to do about it" attitude that causes her to think the world is completely awful without really hating it. It's a bad world, but its the only world she's got. It's just like her life. She's stuck with it.
She abhors alcohol (a tribute to her mother) and violence (a tribute to her father), treating both with disgust and superior patronizing comments.
APPERANCE ;;
Catherine has long silver hair which she always wears up in a ponytail and violet eyes, features that were absent in both her parents. She's been told before that she looks almost as if she has noble blood, a suggestion she quite likes.
Her taste in clothes is somewhat outlandish. She always often wears big fake jewelery. She's slightly short, but very athletically built.
[[catherine is played by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
leah_lightwing for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
himitsu_sensou. her pb is tiltyu from oosawa mitsuki's seisen no keifu.]]
Name: Catherine (Caty, Cathy)
Class: Civilian
Country: Kanemoria
Age: 18
Birthdate: April 5 [aries]
Family: Mother // unknown (deceased), Father // "Dad" (deceased), Husband // Allan
Languages: Trade [fluent], Dentorian [curses and sale's pitches]
Mount Name: n/a
Weapon Proficiencies: None
Blood Type: O
HISTORY ;;
Catherine just barely remembers her mother, a weeping, pathetic, weak drunk who she can remember feeling pity, but no real love for. She can faintly remember her mother sitting in the corner, crying, drinking, just waiting for her father to get home and hit her again, instead of doing something about it.
She does clearly remember when her mother died. Dad beat her to death, she knows that much, though she's grateful she can't remember seeing it. Dad always said he never meant to, but Caty never believed that, especially later when he started saying he didn't touch her, she drank herself to death. Guilt is usually what makes a person lie, after all. She remembers being angry at Dad, furious at Dad, but she can't recall being sad for her mother. She can't even think of her as Mom.
The rest is sad history. Caty got old enough that Dad wasn't going to let her just sit around growing moss, the way he said it, so to avoid the same fate as her mother, she started going out so she wasn't sitting around all the time. The theft started as a way to please Dad -- bring home gold and end up better than her mother, that was the plan. But it became a habit, a way of life, and by the time she was eleven, she was getting pretty good at it, though nowhere near good enough to support herself.
She was also filling out. She developped impressively and early, and, well, Dad hadn't had a woman other than bored whores since he killed his wife. If they'd even been married. Catherine never knew. Saying that Dad raped her probably wasn't fair, because Caty'd seen, rape, rape was loud and ugly and the girl cried and screamed the whole time, and this wasn't anything like that. He did it, she let him, and that was just how it was. She didn't like it, but she didn't like Dad much either, and she thought that maybe if she did like him, she'd like the sex, too. It almost felt good, some of the time, and it was better than him hitting her.
It was when he was "raping" her (but it wasn't rape, Caty didn't get raped, it was just sex) that she got her next great idea. Her first great idea was stealing. Her next great idea was sure to bring in even more money. The next day, she watched whores going about their business and, figuring it looked easy enough, stole one of their street corners when they walked off with a man and waited until she got an offer. She brought home more money; Dad was happy. It was every bit as great an idea as she thought it would be. She was thirteen at the time.
And so it continued, routinely. "Rape" and beatings at home, theft and whoring on the street. Somewhere in her, Caty was aware that her life was "bad" and "tragic" and "sad" but she didn't really feel that way. She was content enough, for the most part. Whoring was boring and she hated Dad, but it was a living and he was her father, so why complain?
She was seventeen when she met Allan. Just another customer, but, somehow, it was good with him, and the more he came to her, the more she looked forward to him coming. After a bit, they didn't just have sex, they talked and enjoyed each other company, though they tangled quite a bit as well. Caty didn't mind the tangles. If anything, she sort of liked them. Before long, she realized that she'd fallen for him, and, one night, she brought him home.
Dad didn't like that at all.
He attacked Allan in a fit of rage ... protectiveness or jealousy or just rage, Catherine never knew, and never got to ask. Allan pulled out a knife, and who wouldn't, really, but Catherine was horrified anyway when blood went everywhere and Dad fell on top of him dead. She's not sure why they ran, it wasn't like they were going to get in trouble. Dad never got in trouble for killing her mother. No one missed more scum. But they ran, regardless.
Caty never knew how to feel about Dad being dead. On the one hand, she hated him, he was awful and she was tired of having sex with him and doding his blows. But on the other hand, he was her Dad, and Allan had killed him, and she wasn't sure she should just forgive that. He was awful, but he'd been all she had for longer than she'd known Allan.
They got married when she was eighteen, in a little rundown Norey chapel. It just seemed like the logical step. They live on the move, somehow fearing they'll be in trouble for the murder they know they won't be, living by their wits and their skills. There's a lot Catherine doesn't know, but what she does know is that she does love Allan, and love sure isn't everything, but it's a hell of a lot better than nothing.
PERSONALITY ;;
Despite having lived a life that would make most sensitive folk cry, Catherine is a spirited, upbeat young woman with shocking zest for life considering what "life" has come to entail for her. She can't explain her tireless spirit, she just knows that she doesn't want to be her mother, just sitting there waiting for death. She knows she's not skilled enough at anything to make herself better, so she might as well just try to enjoy what she's got. It's the only life she has, after all.
She has a loose temper and is quick to get angry, especially at any sort of accusations. She doesn't take well to being attacked, and is roughly as defensive as a puffer fish. She'll fight tooth or nail to get her point across, and the only acceptable conclusion is either her victory or her opponent just giving up.
Catherine is a cynical, quite a cynic, a bitter, angry cynic, for that, but her cynicism is tinged with a devil-may-care "well what am I going to do about it" attitude that causes her to think the world is completely awful without really hating it. It's a bad world, but its the only world she's got. It's just like her life. She's stuck with it.
She abhors alcohol (a tribute to her mother) and violence (a tribute to her father), treating both with disgust and superior patronizing comments.
APPERANCE ;;
Catherine has long silver hair which she always wears up in a ponytail and violet eyes, features that were absent in both her parents. She's been told before that she looks almost as if she has noble blood, a suggestion she quite likes.
Her taste in clothes is somewhat outlandish. She always often wears big fake jewelery. She's slightly short, but very athletically built.
[[catherine is played by
leah_lightwing for himitsu_sensou. her pb is tiltyu from oosawa mitsuki's seisen no keifu.]] ConnectExternal Services:
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