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[TBS] Reference Sheet - Katja

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Success! Dual element kitten is a go!


Basic Information } -

[ Name ] - Katja
   [ Past Name(s) ] - N/A
   [ Name Meaning ] - "Pure"
   [ Name Origin ] - Russian
   [ Pronunciation ] - KAH-tyah
   [ Nickname(s) ] - Kat, Katty, ???


[ Age ] - 0 Moons
   [ Age of Joining ] - 0 Moons

[ Gender ] - Female
   [ Gender ID ] - Female
   [ Sexual Orientation ] - Straight

[ Region ] - West
   [Previous Region ] - None

[ Rank ] - Kit
   [ Previous Ranks ] - None
   [ Intended Rank ] - Crafter/Follower(Maybe Hunter if things permit - keeping it open to see where the story goes)

[ Element Affinity ] - Mist/Steam
   [ Element Status ] - Unknown


[ Guiding ] -
   [ Guide(s) ] - N/A ♂/♀
   [ Rookie(s) ] - N/A ♂/♀

[ Companion ] - N/A
   [ Species ] - N/A ♂/♀
   Age ] - N/A
   [ Personality ] - N/A
   [ Physical Description ] - N/A
   How was the Companion Acquired? ] - N/A

[ Physical Appearance ] - A sandy colored medium-short haired tabby she-kit with a lighter underbelly, face, and inner ear tufts. Her markings consist of a brown dorsal stripe that follows her spine until reaching her tail where the coloring then proceeds to cover her tail from its base to its tip. Following this shade of brown is a darker ebony that forms mackerel tabby stripes along her back to proceed down and around her tail. At the end of the balance appendage is a band of dull red before ending in a white tail tip. Along her main body are brown rosettes that contain a similar dull ruddy color within their centers; the rosettes eventually break apart at her elbows and mid thighs to continue as simple tabby stripes. Upon her chest is a distinct "v" shape of brown that reaches up to her shoulders before connecting to her dorsal stripe. Upon her face are classic tabby markings while her ears are a gradient of brown that grows darker upon the tips. Her white markings appear upon her toes, muzzle, abdomen, under eyes, and two spots above her eyes; the white on her back legs reach up to her ankle joints to create a illusion of white socks. Her eyes are a golden shade of amber while her skin, such as her nose, inner ears, and pawpads, is painted a soft salmon color.
   [ Body-Type ] - A slight muscular build faintly similar to that from the mother's bengal lineage but retains very much of the tabby father's traits such as a tabby face, larger ears, and fluffy chest fur.
   [ Fur Texture ] - Very soft and downy; true coat texture has yet to be determined due to young age
   [ Accessories ] - None
   [ Scars ] - None
   [ Disabilities ] - None





Element Information } -

[ Ability Stone(s) ] - 0/0

[ Spell(s) ] -
   - ???
   - ???
   - ???
   - ???
   - ???

[ Statistics ] -
   [ Strength ] - 5/10
   [ Speed ] - 2/10
   [ Attack ] - 6/10
   [ Tactics ] - 4/10
   [ Stamina ] - 7/10
   [ Defense ] - 3/10

   [ Sight ] - 7/10
   [ Hearing ] - 6/10
   [ Touch ] - 8/10
   [ Scent ] - 6/10
   [ Taste ] - 4/10

   [ Swimming ] - 0/10
   [ Stalking ] - 2/10
   [ Running ] - 4/10
   [ Climbing ] - 3/10
   [ Hunting ] - 4/10
   [ Tracking ] - 2/10
   [ Fishing ] - 0/10
   [ Fighting ] - 3/10
   [ Herbology ] - 0/10
   [ Conjuration ] - 0/10
   [ Divination ] - 0/10




Extras } -

[ Fun Facts ] -
   - Katja enjoys sneaking treats to her mother's companion, Djali.
   - When she can, Katja likes to see what the Searchers bring back from their outings. She thinks the trinkets they find are really cool.
   - Katja has a slight problem with collecting things like scraps of cloth, feathers, crystals, beads, and even bones.
   - Despite it being her mother and brother's element Katja is really unsettled by fire.

[ Likes ] -
   - Unique items
   - Stories; be it of the Region's history or of the encounter with that fox one day; it matters not to Katja
   - Games; Moss ball, Tail tag, Leader of the Mountain, and Hide and Pounce are her top favorites
   - Challenges of any sort
   - Winning
   - Voles

[ Dislikes ] -
   - Frogs - too slimy
   - Being alone
   - Loosing
   - Rotten things
   - "Lesser" powers

[ Fears ] -
   - Loosing her family and friends
   - Death
   - Big predators; badgers, foxes, dogs, etc.
   - Fire(Only if I really want to be a jerk about this >w>)




Relationships } -

[ Family Tree ] -

   [ Father ] - Thaddeus - Mist/Steam
   [ Mother ] - Esmeralda - Fire
   [ Nursemaid ] - N/A

   [ Litter-mates ] - Caspian ♂, Zakuma ♂, Pema ♀, Cerberus ♀
   [ Siblings ] - --

   [ Paternal Grandfather ] - Unknown
   [ Paternal Grandmother ] - Unknown

   [ Maternal Grandfather ] - Cassedy - Psychic
   [ Maternal Grandmother ] - Viola - Fire
   [ Maternal Aunt ] - Carmen - Psychic


[ Relationships ] -
   Family Paw
   Mate Little Pixel Heart
   Guide :star: revamp 
   Rookie Animal Crossing Leaf mini icon
   Deceased Skull Bullet by Gasara 
   Updated Information :alert: by Scorpion81

   white heart bullet Acquaintance 
   yellow heart bullet Uncertainty
   blue heart bullet Friend
   orange heart bullet Good Friend
   emerald-green heart bullet Best Friend
   purple heart bullet Crush
   light pink heart bullet Love
   red heart bullet Lust
   gray heart bullet Greatly Dislike
   black heart bulletHate

   [ Esmeralda - Fire ] - Paw/light pink heart bullet[ -- ]
   [ Thaddeus - Mist/Steam ] - Paw/yellow heart bullet[ -- ]
   Caspian - Steam ] - Paw/light pink heart bullet[ One of my brothers! He's really curious about papa. ]
   Pema - Air ] - Paw/light pink heart bullet[ My sister! Shes pretty quiet but she knows what shes talking about when she does. ]
   Cerberus - Water ] - Paw/light pink heart bullet[ My other sister! She stays close to mama. ]
   [ Zakuma - Fire ] - Paw/light pink heart bullet[ My brother! I love him just as much as my other litter-mates. ]




Personality } -
[ Friendly ] -

Katja is the type of cat that is most willing to approach newcomers or lend a helping paw when needed. She enjoys meeting new faces and getting to know everyone. This, of course, can sometimes get her into trouble through making friends with the wrong kinds of cats. She occasionally turns a blind eye to wrongful deeds if it means that she can continue being friends with said cat. Her fear of being left alone a big driving factor to her leniency. She, herself, would never commit harm to someone else or to steal but shes not completely innocent.

[ Rambunctious ] -

This kitten is a handful! She is constantly here or there. Due to her insecurities, Katja often acts out through expending energy. This means that she constantly wants to go out and explore or play a game. She hates to stop for long unless there's a good reason such as a story telling or some sort of fun craft. As long as it keeps her mind and body busy, shes good to go!

[ Rough ] -

Katja is a rough and tumble kind of cat. Shes not afraid to get her paws dirty and actually relishes the idea. She'll gladly work to put toms to shame through challenges and sometimes fights. She doesn't want others to think shes weak which is what makes her want to do anything and everything that will make her look as tough as possible. Although she is somewhat rough on the outside she is pretty soft spoken on her own. Her soft spokenness is something she hates and wants to change though.

[ Rash ] -

Likely due to her youthfulness and lack of experience, Katja is quick to make assumptions and decisions. Shes not one to think too hard about a choice or their consequences. She enjoys leaping in headfirst without a care, choosing to worry about the finer details later or as the come up. Sometimes this ends her up in trouble, but on occasion it ends up being an enjoyable time. As her motto goes; If it sounds like fun, I'm in!

[ Kind ] -

She might not show it that much on the outside but Katja can be a sweet cat in her own way. She always works to include everyone in her games while at the same time keeping it enjoyable. She helps those who need it when she can and has a hard time turning someone away. Her willingness to please can backlash if she ends up taking on too much at a time which can push her stress levels up. She tries not to show it though, choosing to keep to her tough gal exterior.

[ Self-Doubting ] -

With her father elsewhere, Katja and her siblings are cared for solely by their mother. One of the repercussions with so many of them to look after is that her mother's attention is pulled this way and that. Often times Katja feels that she's not as great as her siblings when she isn't able to achieve her mother's acknowledgement. This makes her question her worth and if it would be best if she just left. After all, if she was gone her mother could focus on more important matters rather than one more kit.
(Having a lesser power as her element has dampened her spirits a little. Even after discovering that she has two elements could not change her feelings of being less than others. Seeing others, like her mother, being able to use useful elements like fire or electricity gives her a feeling of inferiority. She desperately wishes to find some area where she is of more use, but for now she feels stuck. These feelings cause her to feel secluded at times, going so far as to distance herself from others believing that it would be better if she just left the Regions altogether; her family keeps her grounded however and sit as her reason for remaining.)

[ ??? ] -

To be added as she grows

[ ??? ] -

To be added as she grows




History } - [ A Dance with Smoke and Fire ] / [ A Gentle Start ] / [ ??? ] / [ ??? ]

[ A Dance with Smoke and Fire ] -

Esmeralda, a rather lovely and flirtatious she-cat and a member of the West Region; unknown to her at the time, she would quickly fall upon a path that she had no idea what would entail. The Region's last gathering, fresh in their memories, had shaken them all; the arrival of The Followers, an old threat come anew from what once was only thought of as nightmares. None of them knew what to make of the fearsome bunch, but none of it would be good in the end.

It all began just outside of the dry East Region borders. A tabby tom, skinny and with the look of wear and tear upon his body purposely collapsed in plain view. It was not long before Esmeralda happened across the tom-cat. He was worn and beaten, and after further investigation she was told that he had been attacked by The Followers. Her worry and desire to help the stranger only further threw her into the plan of this tom who introduced himself as Castiel. After spending the day with him she found that she rather liked Cass.

Many moons passed and the spotted she-cat believed that she would never see him again only to have the day come where he would return to find her. This second meeting brought forth a fire that neither of them knew about. They found strong feelings for one another despite not knowing for sure what they were. It was this meeting where they decided to arrange another, and another after that. They met until at last things spun out of their control, and Esmeralda was now heavy with kits. Cass's kits.

Unbeknownst to her, everything from the meeting onward was less than true. The tom was known to pride himself in the tales he could create, never a true lie but never the full truth either. Its worth mentioning that Castiel had never been attacked by The Followers as he had claimed many moons ago, no, he was one of them and one of a preferred rank. Thaddeus the Bounty Hunter was his true identity; the cat with the influence of both Steam and of Mist and dead set on eliminating the Regions. A tom who considered others his play things, including Esmeralda.

[ -INSERT HUGE CHUNK OF MISSING INFORMATION HERE- ]


[ A Gentle Start ] -

As she came into the world with uncertain mewls and cries for warmth and food it was noted that her pelt was without a spot. A simple sandy color with no distinct marking to discern her from another. Of course, as time wore on her markings would appear in full force, but for now, in the beginning, she was unmarred by bands of tabby or spots of bengal. She was uniform in color; and so she was given a name to reflect that. A fresh beginning for a yet untainted soul; and so began that who was known as Katja.


[ ??? ] -

N/A


[ ??? ] -

N/A




Roleplay Information } -

[ Roleplay Times and Preference ] -
   [ Timezone ] - Pacific Standard Time
   [ Online Times ] - Extremely random. I can be nocturnal or up at the crack of dawn
   [ Notes ] - Overall my preferred way to RP!
   [ Skype ] - I am totally up for Skype RPs as well~ Less so than notes but I will be happy to accept. Note me for my handle
   [ Forum ] - Another preferred way to RP; the group must have one set up though
   [ Chat ] - I am less willing to chat RP as I am really slow with my replies, QwQ BUT! I will gladly RP here during events and such
   [ Comments ] - I really can't keep track of comment RPs so these are not an option



[ Roleplay Example From Tokotas - Cross-Creek-Tribe Festival of Lights Event ] -

A tawny half-mane jogged about the festival. Her head was held low and her ears were plastered back as the ever-so present annoyed mug sat upon her face. Adorned upon her body was a simple sash with and intricate pattern made of vibrant colors. It was an unusual item to wear considering her normal tack attire but it was of a material that did not bother her much at all so she let it be. In her mane however were feathers that her handler had braided into the fur. They didn’t bother her so much now but as they were being put on the pinching and pulling had almost been too much.
Trailing behind the tawny female as per usual was a large tundra male with a bright red blanket and an even brighter attitude. A half cape was draped over his back and was clasped on so that it didn’t drag on the floor or cover too much of his pelt. It was a bright red and complimented his coat coloring quite well. Upon his neck he donned a necklace featuring a small wooden carving of a bear that Davin had made sometime ago. It was relaxing for the older male to watch his handler whittle away at the wooden pieces. Turning what once was an indistinguishable chunk of wood into a carefully carved and detailed being. Being able to wear such things for this occasion only brightened his mood further. His paw steps were a high trot as his attention was pulled this way and that. So many stalls, so many handlers, and even better was the plenty amount of tokotas to meet and chat. He grinned knowing that this was his place to be.

“Hey Callie,” he said over the white noise around them, “Isn’t this great?! There are so many things to do and tokotas to mingle with. Its fantastic!” The tundra male put a skip in his step with his uplifted mood.

The tawny tokota Callie huffed with irritability. “No. Its not great, Kenai. There are too many bodies around, the noise is unbearable, AND I have you following me around!” she snarled over her shoulder. Her short fur ruffled with her outburst and she stormed further ahead with a brisk pace. She just wanted to get away. Go somewhere quiet and without so much busyness all around her. She wasn’t fond of the situation or of the celebration. She couldn’t see the point in it all. Why should they get together with the beings that they saw almost on a daily basis. Weren’t any of them sick of each other by now? It puzzled her to no end and it only aggravated her more when she was added into the commotion. Not to mention that it was normally the big brute following her that dragged her along.

Kenai shook his head at his pack mate, but instead of telling her to lighten up as he normally would he decided to give her her peace. It was a time to be happy and joyful and Kenai would rather Callie not start up a fight with him once again. He merely followed at a steady pace and continued nodding his greetings to those he knew as they passed by.

Soon enough the pair had reached the outer edge of the raucous festivities and the noise began to quiet down. Callie could be seen visibly relaxing already the further they went and soon enough she let out a huff of relief. “Much better,” she sighed as she laid out onto the grass.

Kenai looked out around the area they had arrived. They weren’t too far from the festival and as the tundra male gazed around he could spot a few more groups of tokotas here and there. Not too far and on a slight incline of terrain looked to be Aroro and Bristle, two tokotas that they had mingled with previously. With them was a bright pelted tokota that he could not put a name to and assumed that the tokota was rather new. He made a small note to himself to meet the light colored tokota at some point. Continuing on, the tundra male spied ever so faintly in the dying light a black tokota with small flecks of white. The name did not jump out to him immediately but after some more thought he managed to match the name “Lirim” to the pelt. Lirim seemed to be rather aloof he decided after hearing what he could from the others. He pulled his attention away from the others and back to Callie who was quietly resting her head upon her paws. Her eyes were lightly closed but Kenai knew she was still listening to the things going on around her. Kenai slumped down into the greenery and picked a patch of grass to gnaw on. He knew there was something happening soon, the handlers couldn’t stop talking about it, but for the life of him he had no idea what a firework was. He figured it was best to just wait and see.
 


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Yay, Zak's sis!