Chesha

Humanoid Form:

Appearance of Tails:

Animal Form:

Mao wrote:Name: Chesha
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: 10/30
Sexuality: Undecided
Special Characteristics: Possesses an animal form, though is capable of also just sporting ears and tails. More curiously seems capable of changing color to some degree.

Personality:

A free spirit incarnate, a wandering soul, and a surveyor of local cuisines: that is Chesha. Though a part of her longs for a territory for the moment she’s happy to wander as one simply shouldn’t settle for the first space and place they find. A home base should be perfect and somewhere one longs to return after a good and long hunt, and the woman plans to continue traveling because new hunts exist everywhere at every moment. Her ability to empathize with the common folks is limited, a part of her viewing them as little more than herd animals to date given their general powerlessness to do more than run away. However since they’re an abundant option of company she’s not above leaning on them to ease the loneliness of life.

Chesha does find issue with her clashing natures, sometimes unsure if she’s more canine or feline in nature given her mixed ancestry. Sometimes she’s keen to play with her food and other times her intent is purely to methodically take it down. This extends to times where she may come across as childish and then coldly calculating and as though she’s sizing someone up - for what reason is for her to know and her alone. It’s even left her balking at whether to approach someone at times unless they have something like ice cream in which case all bets are off and she will absolutely be trying to get between that person and their cold scoop of joy. Sharing is caring or something like that.

Wanton destruction isn’t her first instinct, Chesha easily assuaged with offerings of food and a comfy place to sleep for the night. Sometimes combat requires her to make the most of her abilities and that can lead to some area destruction. However if one takes the time to insult her in some way then by all means their property is forfeit and a casualty of their dispute with the exception of any cats or dogs due to sheer favoritism.

Likes:

• *~ “Now which one will really bring out your flavor, let's try a few!” ~*
  
  
  Spices/Flavoring Chesha will literally pour salt into the wounds of her enemies if she thinks that’s the best way to season them. Her primary defense is that even if it's a salve or antiseptic then it probably won’t feel much better so it may as well be something tasty!
  
  
• *~ “Who doesn’t like being told they did a good job?” ~*
  
  
  Head Pats/Praise: Yes she loves head pats and ear skritches. Yes she loves praise. Yes Chesha believes she’s a good girl and deserves them.
  
  
• *~ “They’re like eyes and teeth gleaming as they stare down at us! Hunters of the past watching, awaiting the day we can join them or challenge them, how exhilarating!” ~*
  
  
  Night Sky: Something about a starry filled sky entrances Chesha, perhaps the fact that they sprinkle light upon an otherwise abyssal sky, the fact they could resemble teeth/eyes in the shadows, or just how many there are up there. She hopes to someday travel to some like her mother.
  

Dislikes:

• *~ “Terrifying nothingness while adrift…unable to even hear a scream and yet it was like a roar in my ears…I hated it so much. May as well be dead.” ~*
  
  
  Silence: The thought that such places exist that rip sound away from every little thing, especially for a hunter who relies on that as one of her senses unnerves Chesha greatly. Those who complain about the quietness of night also irk her, the woman sure they don’t understand “true silence” until they’ve experienced a sense of nothingness in every sense.
  
  
• *~ “What a dreadful feeling: hunger. It gnaws at your insides, your very body devouring itself in the hopes it might push on to find true sustenance. Those who die from hunger deserve pity as they’re eaten for we wouldn’t want their sacrifice to go to waste, now would we?” ~*
  
  
  Hunger: If there’s one thing Chesha hates, it's feeling starved, though she’s also not fond of looking at the starving as it gives her sympathetic pains. She’d rather literally eat someone out of house and home than suffer hunger pains.
  
  
• *~ “Who’re they to tell me what to eat?! Even a deer would snack on their carcass…” ~*
  
  
  Food Police: People who try to police other’s eating habits. Granted with Chesha that can be a little stranger than with most given her ability to fill the void that is her stomach with just about anything. Such people are just asking to have their diets spiced and become a main course (or maybe just an appetizer) in her opinion.
  

Motivations:

• *~ “The world stills and in that moment you know either you’ve won or you’ve lost. Even a delayed victory tastes sweet however so no point in wallowing over today’s failure.” ~*
  
  
  The Hunt: The next tasty morsel after the thrill of the chase. To take down something strong or hard to catch and know victory flavors each and every bite. The sheer knowledge that in that moment she also won’t go hungry.
  
  
• *~ “The stronger I become the more options I have! If I can become so strong I can even devour the world - no wait! - the very GALAXY!...well, imagine the other prey I can find!” ~*
  
  
  Ascendency/Power: To catch stronger prey one must become stronger, and if one wants to someday hunt that which is greater than the world then one should be able to defeat the world itself. The idea of becoming a cosmic horror also seems to amuse her and sounds more entertaining than trying to become something like a benevolent god.
  
  
• *~ “Hmm…what would a weird thing like me call it? I guess the simple, human word for it would be ‘family.’ “ ~*
  
  
  Family: Someday Chesha wants people she can think of as her pack…or pride. The terminology tends to switch a lot as she isn’t quite sure which fits more, but the human word for “family” works just as well she supposes.
  

Fears:

• *~ “No, I won’t go back to that, I WON’T! I won’t be your personal zoo!” ~*
  
  
  Confinement: The thought of being locked up successfully is frightening for someone who values their freedom. Furthermore the thought of potentially being locked up in another dimension and forced to experience “nothingness” fills her with cold dread and is likely to raise her hackles the most.
  
  
• *~ “I’m not a pet shop mutt for someone to adopt - I deserve to go where I please so get this stupid thing off!” ~*
  
  
  Bound: A free spirit, Chesha is not one to be bound like a pet. She detests collars, but fears the thought of someone controlling her actions. Things like choosing a guild or even someday having important people is one thing as long as it's her choice, but forced binding to perform someone’s bidding and having her freedom revoked is a nightmare even if she’s still somewhat permitted to wander.
  
  
• *~ “Even mother had her…people…and I’ll be even stronger than she ever was!” ~*
  
  
  Loneliness/Rejection: She doesn’t want to be someone’s pet or locked up, but Chesha doesn’t wish to remain alone either. For this reason she’ll seek out companionship, even if its from “prey.”
  

General Appearance

Height: 5’0”
Weight: 98lbs
Hair Color: Normally midnight blue, but can be white in the right conditions; kept in a bob style
Eye Color: Bright green
Skin Tone: Pale peach
Appearance:

In humanoid form Chesha often sports some pointed ears somewhere between a feline and canine, as well as multiple tails with a fur that seems to flow not unlike clouds and has a soft, almost cool feeling to it as well. Due to the multiple tails sometimes people mistake her for a kitsune much to her ire, though she doesn’t think she’ll grow more than the three she’s always had. They’re able to fuse into one large one or she can divide to two or three at a whim and follow her hair in changing to white at times she’s in a white cloud of smoke or mist.

Above all else Chesha likes having a hood on an oversized jacket or cloak since it can help muffle sounds if things become too unbearable in crowds and even to bring harsh rains to a more pleasant volume. Due to the large nature she often ends up with long sleeves that cover her hands, though since there’s usually an extra foot or two these are probably upon request at times rather than the size of the garment’s fault. Anything else tends to depend on where she’s at, the girl usually comfy in a pair of shorts and some sort of top from t-shirt to short dress as long as it offers comfort of movement. Footwear is usually boots that she can easily kick off if need be, sometimes flats.

Her animal form lies somewhere between canine and feline in build, able to retract claws like a cat and yet snout more befitting a dog. The “fur” however flows like her tails only now it seems to sport fang-filled mouths flowing along it that are capable of speech or even biting. Eyes aren’t visible though she never complains about being blind in this form. In this form she stands 4’5”

Spoiler:

Guild: None currently
Tattoo:
Tattoo Color:

Mao wrote:Name: Chesha
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: 10/30
Sexuality: Undecided
Special Characteristics: Possesses an animal form, though is capable of also just sporting ears and tails. More curiously seems capable of changing color to some degree.

Personality:

A free spirit incarnate, a wandering soul, and a surveyor of local cuisines: that is Chesha. Though a part of her longs for a territory for the moment she’s happy to wander as one simply shouldn’t settle for the first space and place they find. A home base should be perfect and somewhere one longs to return after a good and long hunt, and the woman plans to continue traveling because new hunts exist everywhere at every moment. Her ability to empathize with the common folks is limited, a part of her viewing them as little more than herd animals to date given their general powerlessness to do more than run away. However since they’re an abundant option of company she’s not above leaning on them to ease the loneliness of life.

Chesha does find issue with her clashing natures, sometimes unsure if she’s more canine or feline in nature given her mixed ancestry. Sometimes she’s keen to play with her food and other times her intent is purely to methodically take it down. This extends to times where she may come across as childish and then coldly calculating and as though she’s sizing someone up - for what reason is for her to know and her alone. It’s even left her balking at whether to approach someone at times unless they have something like ice cream in which case all bets are off and she will absolutely be trying to get between that person and their cold scoop of joy. Sharing is caring or something like that.

Wanton destruction isn’t her first instinct, Chesha easily assuaged with offerings of food and a comfy place to sleep for the night. Sometimes combat requires her to make the most of her abilities and that can lead to some area destruction. However if one takes the time to insult her in some way then by all means their property is forfeit and a casualty of their dispute with the exception of any cats or dogs due to sheer favoritism.

Likes:

• *~ “Now which one will really bring out your flavor, let's try a few!” ~*
  
  Spices/Flavoring Chesha will literally pour salt into the wounds of her enemies if she thinks that’s the best way to season them. Her primary defense is that even if it's a salve or antiseptic then it probably won’t feel much better so it may as well be something tasty!
  
  
• *~ “Who doesn’t like being told they did a good job?” ~*
  
  Head Pats/Praise: Yes she loves head pats and ear skritches. Yes she loves praise. Yes Chesha believes she’s a good girl and deserves them.
  
  
• *~ “They’re like eyes and teeth gleaming as they stare down at us! Hunters of the past watching, awaiting the day we can join them or challenge them, how exhilarating!” ~*
  
  Night Sky: Something about a starry filled sky entrances Chesha, perhaps the fact that they sprinkle light upon an otherwise abyssal sky, the fact they could resemble teeth/eyes in the shadows, or just how many there are up there. She hopes to someday travel to some like her mother.
  

Dislikes:

• *~ “Terrifying nothingness while adrift…unable to even hear a scream and yet it was like a roar in my ears…I hated it so much. May as well be dead.” ~*
  
  Silence: The thought that such places exist that rip sound away from every little thing, especially for a hunter who relies on that as one of her senses unnerves Chesha greatly. Those who complain about the quietness of night also irk her, the woman sure they don’t understand “true silence” until they’ve experienced a sense of nothingness in every sense.
  
  
• *~ “What a dreadful feeling: hunger. It gnaws at your insides, your very body devouring itself in the hopes it might push on to find true sustenance. Those who die from hunger deserve pity as they’re eaten for we wouldn’t want their sacrifice to go to waste, now would we?” ~*
  
  Hunger: If there’s one thing Chesha hates, it's feeling starved, though she’s also not fond of looking at the starving as it gives her sympathetic pains. She’d rather literally eat someone out of house and home than suffer hunger pains.
  
  
• *~ “Who’re they to tell me what to eat?! Even a deer would snack on their carcass…” ~*
  
  Food Police: People who try to police other’s eating habits. Granted with Chesha that can be a little stranger than with most given her ability to fill the void that is her stomach with just about anything. Such people are just asking to have their diets spiced and become a main course (or maybe just an appetizer) in her opinion.
  

Motivations:

• *~ “The world stills and in that moment you know either you’ve won or you’ve lost. Even a delayed victory tastes sweet however so no point in wallowing over today’s failure.” ~*
  
  The Hunt: The next tasty morsel after the thrill of the chase. To take down something strong or hard to catch and know victory flavors each and every bite. The sheer knowledge that in that moment she also won’t go hungry.
  
  
• *~ “The stronger I become the more options I have! If I can become so strong I can even devour the world - no wait! - the very GALAXY!...well, imagine the other prey I can find!” ~*
  
  Ascendency/Power: To catch stronger prey one must become stronger, and if one wants to someday hunt that which is greater than the world then one should be able to defeat the world itself. The idea of becoming a cosmic horror also seems to amuse her and sounds more entertaining than trying to become something like a benevolent god.
  
  
• *~ “Hmm…what would a weird thing like me call it? I guess the simple, human word for it would be ‘family.’ “ ~*
  
  Family: Someday Chesha wants people she can think of as her pack…or pride. The terminology tends to switch a lot as she isn’t quite sure which fits more, but the human word for “family” works just as well she supposes.
  

Fears:

• *~ “No, I won’t go back to that, I WON’T! I won’t be your personal zoo!” ~*
  
  Confinement: The thought of being locked up successfully is frightening for someone who values their freedom. Furthermore the thought of potentially being locked up in another dimension and forced to experience “nothingness” fills her with cold dread and is likely to raise her hackles the most.
  
  
• *~ “I’m not a pet shop mutt for someone to adopt - I deserve to go where I please so get this stupid thing off!” ~*
  
  Bound: A free spirit, Chesha is not one to be bound like a pet. She detests collars, but fears the thought of someone controlling her actions. Things like choosing a guild or even someday having important people is one thing as long as it's her choice, but forced binding to perform someone’s bidding and having her freedom revoked is a nightmare even if she’s still somewhat permitted to wander.
  
  
• *~ “Even mother had her…people…and I’ll be even stronger than she ever was!” ~*
  
  Loneliness/Rejection: She doesn’t want to be someone’s pet or locked up, but Chesha doesn’t wish to remain alone either. For this reason she’ll seek out companionship, even if its from “prey.”
  

General Appearance

Height: 5’0”
Weight: 98lbs
Hair Color: Normally midnight blue, but can be white in the right conditions; kept in a bob style
Eye Color: Bright green
Skin Tone: Pale peach
Appearance:

In humanoid form Chesha often sports some pointed ears somewhere between a feline and canine, as well as multiple tails with a fur that seems to flow not unlike clouds and has a soft, almost cool feeling to it as well. Due to the multiple tails sometimes people mistake her for a kitsune much to her ire, though she doesn’t think she’ll grow more than the three she’s always had. They’re able to fuse into one large one or she can divide to two or three at a whim and follow her hair in changing to white at times she’s in a white cloud of smoke or mist.

Above all else Chesha likes having a hood on an oversized jacket or cloak since it can help muffle sounds if things become too unbearable in crowds and even to bring harsh rains to a more pleasant volume. Due to the large nature she often ends up with long sleeves that cover her hands, though since there’s usually an extra foot or two these are probably upon request at times rather than the size of the garment’s fault. Anything else tends to depend on where she’s at, the girl usually comfy in a pair of shorts and some sort of top from t-shirt to short dress as long as it offers comfort of movement. Footwear is usually boots that she can easily kick off if need be, sometimes flats.

Her animal form lies somewhere between canine and feline in build, able to retract claws like a cat and yet snout more befitting a dog. The “fur” however flows like her tails only now it seems to sport fang-filled mouths flowing along it that are capable of speech or even biting. Eyes aren’t visible though she never complains about being blind in this form. In this form she stands 4’5”

Spoiler:

Guild: Guildless
Tattoo:
Tattoo Color: