.:Catalyna DuJore:.

[.:Catalyna DuJore:.]

Out Of Character

What would you liked to be called?:
Lu
Are you over the age of 13?:
Yup
Have you read and understood all the rules?:
Indeed!

Is this character from Version 1?:
Yes she is.

In Character

Name:
Catalyna DuJore
Age:
38
Gender:
Female
Species:
Gifted
Special Power:
Elemental

Father:
Marcos DuJore - deceased
Mother:
Rayna Miller (DuJore) - deceased
Sibling/s:
None
Partner:
None anymore

Appearance:
A petite young lady, Catalyna stands at only 5’6”, a rather short stature for someone of her age. She’s not exactly a beauty, but she’s not ugly either; she’s somewhere in between, pretty one could say, in an almost feral way. Her hair is a dull copper/bronze, short and bobbed to just under her ear lobes. It’s occasionally spiked into a boyish style, but generally lies flat on her head in a silky dome. The slanted eyes underneath these bangs are a disturbingly pale pink, pale enough that they almost seem white from a distance, giving a blind appearance to the casual passer-by. The girl’s skin is an average, healthy peach with no blemishes that can be easily seen to others, though she does have a long curving scar running the length of her spine – the result of a past accident with a fire brand. Her face is in the shape of an elongated oval, with a sloping forehead, high, well-defined cheekbones and a strong nose.

From her physical build, it’s quite obvious that Catalyna is not a girl who sits idly by all day. The muscles in her legs and arms are especially pronounced as she has a hobby of tree and building hopping, an activity which requires exertion from all four limbs. She’s toned and in good-shape, an overall sporty type…or so it seems at first glance. Look closer and one can see that there’s also a more feminine side to her. For one, her nails are always painted bright silver and are manicured to perfection; for another, she has a tendency to wear spangled bracelets around her wrists from time to time, whenever the feeling suits her. Catalyna’s wardrobe is fairly simple, comprised of a series of similar outfits, all in the same color. She’s lazy, so this way, she can just slap something together and still look ready for the day. The black cloak is a clothing item she wears more out of habit than necessity or want. The young adult could care less what people thought of her strange hair and eyes, but considering that it was generally known a Gifted would wear the cape, she dons it in public. However, the hood she never puts up.

Although it's been 19 years, thanks to the blood that she carries in her veins, she doesn't appear to have aged past her late twenties. Her hair is a little longer than it used to be, and a few wrinkles have begun to line the corners of her eyes and mouth, but outside of that, Cat remains mostly unchanged. She dresses a bit more modestly than she did in her teens, but the clothes are still the traditional black, still simple in design, and still near identical to one another in comparison.

Animal Form and Appearance:
None

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Personality:
She’s somewhat of a rebel, choosing often to defy the more lax rules in the clan and rest of society. Not to say that she’s disobedient or reckless; if given a direct order from Mya or another superior, she will carry it out word for word, especially during strenuous times. Catalyna is stubborn and strong-willed and has her own ideas for the future. She’s a peppy and lively personnel with a seemingly endless storage of energy at her disposal, something that comes in very handy during a fight. She doesn’t really belong to any one particular group, just kind of flits from circle to circle, socializing a bit with everyone she meets on the way. This also means that she doesn’t have any permanent friends that she can count on without fail, a fact that bothers her but pushed to the side.

Catalyna is always on the search for new adventures. Life’s too short to go to waste is her philosophy. Even when you’re a being that ages at 3 times the normal rate of humans, those few years can pass by in the blink of an eye and before you know it, you’re being put under the ground. And that’s not counting all the possible early deaths situations you could face along the way. She’s inquisitive by nature, poking her nose into a situation whether or not she should be and sniffing around. It often ends in her being a good deal of trouble, but hey, there’s excitement for you! She’s easily entertained too, both a good and bad thing, as this means she is also easily distracted.

The nickname: Pink Eyed Witch, was something that the people she was around with took up to calling her. One because her eyes were pink, and two because if provoked in any way, Catalyna will turn into a cynical, acid-tongued bitch who hurtles both scathing insults and elemental attacks at her ‘opposer’ simultaneously. Thankfully, she has a fairly even temper and doesn’t snap often, or even easily. What few things do push her patience over the edge are rare to come by unless one was purposefully seeking a scuffle. Catalyna can be quite a monster if need be in a fight and is known to be ruthless. Her tactics are simple; be the first to attack and keep the missiles flying in the other’s direction, don’t give them time to react. If that fails, then more strategies and antics can be utilized to overcome an opponent. Time has not mellowed her out any, so don't expect any mercy from her if you piss her off.

Strengths:
- Long-distance attacks
- Speed/Agility
- Excellent balance
- Water, Earth, and Air
Weaknesses:
- Close-combat
- Power (overall)
- Fear of being killed
- Fire (slightly worse at controlling it than the other elements)
Mental Health:
Stable
Likes:
- Adventures
- Puzzles/Riddles
- Nature
- Animals
- Meeting new people
Dislikes:
- Fire
- Closed spaces
- Being caged in
- Interrogations
- Night Crawlers
- Being called "old"

Past:
Though both her parents were Gifted, neither was elemental; her father was a refigure and her mother a healer. Catalyna was destined to be an only child, for her mother died not long after giving birth to her. Possibly this was the reason for her father’s addiction to Night Crawler venom later on in his life. What was left of the family moved from the city where they’d lived up until Rayna’s death and into a remote little town on the edge of the border. There, Catalyna grew into adulthood alongside a very unpleasant and unwilling father figure. The child’s first displays of Gifted potential at age 4 did not please her parent. Marcos DuJore, by that time, was thoroughly addicted to the venom and spent most of his time under the poison’s effects rather than with his daughter. When he came home one day to find that that same daughter had burned his desk and everything in it – by accident but he didn’t care – the man flew into a rage and began attacking her with a brand from the fireplace. Since then, the relationship between the two was entirely ruined and Catalyna grew to despise the Night Crawlers her father so depended on.

After Marcos finally succumbed to the venom in his system, Catalyna was free to go. Though she felt no love towards the man who had beaten her as a child, she’d stayed at the house only because she felt her mother would’ve wanted her to. Now that the old man was gone, she could leave at last and find her own way through life. She was 17 in human years when she took to the road. For a while nothing of interest happened and the days passed by like they did before, dull and monotonous. At another town, Catalyna met her first elemental Gifted: a cook who had the appearance of someone in their late 40’s. The two struck up a conversation in the restaurant where the older woman worked and the latter agreed to help teach the younger one what she knew. Catalyna moved in with the lady soon after and for 5 years, stayed in the village, gathering what knowledge she could.

The first emergence of her brutal side came around her 6th year in the town, at the human age of 19. By then, Catalyna had developed into a fine fighter, able to rival her mentor and anyone else most of the time. Also, she’d grown fond of the quaint little village she’d stumbled upon half a decade ago and was making plans to settle down permanently. Before her plans could be taken into action, a raid swept through their midst and the young girl found her world shattered all over again. It happened quickly and efficiently, the men getting what they wanted and gone before anyone could raise any protest. The entire town was pretty much demolished, collapsed in burning ruins; most of the civilians were either carted off to be slaves or laid dead in the streets; her own home was reduced to nothing more than a small pile of smoking wood and broken stones. The old woman who had taken her in and with whom she’d shared a roof with for 6 years was one of the many who were killed in the rampage. While she had not shed a single tear for her biological father when he’d died, Catalyna found herself now consumed both by grief and rage. She wanted revenge, and she would have her revenge.

What happened next unfolded in several stages; first, she had to hunt down the raiders after they’d already left the town, and then, she could exact her vengeance as she pleased. It’s unsure what exactly took place at the raid camp since the only person to witness the event and escape alive was a bit wacko in the head. Henceforth, she was not seen again in that area and the nickname Pink Eyed Witch caught up to her not long after her departure.

Sample Post:
(From Miserable at Best)

Why was it, that whenever he was feeling particularly nasty, there was always a crowd everywhere he went. His dorm room had been loaded by his roomie's friends; the commons hadn't been any better; the rest of the school was packed with annoying teachers and other staff members; the grounds were even infested with students that he simply did not want to come into contact with. Now, even the town seemed to have gotten the message that Jae was pissed today and had decided to hold a get together, just to tick him off further. Fucking world hated him...

Shoving his hand into his left pocket, he pulled out his ever-present pack of Camels and lighter. Ignoring the disapproving and slightly wary looks that some of the adults cast his way - their own damn fault for gathering around - Jae bit down on one of the sticks and lit it up. There, that was at least somewhat better. He flew a smoke ring into the air, watching idly as it floated up and disappeared. Seemed a pretty convenient 'life' it lived; coming into existence, then surviving for a few moments, before fading into nothing again."Wish humans could do that...." he muttered, taking another drag.

Finally, he emerged from what seemed to be the main body of the mob and could breath easily as the pressing walls of people trickled down to a minimum. Soon he was just about alone, strolling down a more abandoned side of the town. One could see why as well, since this was the residential section, and there wasn't likely to be any huge crowds down here when all the entertainment sources were downtown. Oh there was still the odd couple or single that passed him, but enough for him to bother his attention with. They were normal, average humans; therefore, they were of no consequence to him. Close to nothing you could say. A flea might've made a bigger impression on his brain. Why this logic? Simple: they posed no threat for him and he knew it. Some of the other psychotic wards back at Stanfield, particularly those he in his clique who were more tended towards outright violence, were the ones he kept an eye out for. Not these idiots out here.

The sound of giggling, and rather off-tune singing accosted his ears as he neared a particular opening between two buildings. Jae paused at the mouth of the alley, peering down its length to see what the dim light would allow him to pick out. After some squinting, he finally determined the source of the absurd sounds he'd heard earlier. A figure was slumped against on the walls, hidden almost entirely by shadows. Huh, this was odd. Stepping over a pile of broken glass, the youth advanced until he was standing just opposite of the girl. Who was a semi-familiar face from the institute, and who was most definitely and obviously, drunk. Completely wasted. Well....he eyed the almost empty bottle she clutched in her hand. Maybe not completely just yet. But a few more sips from that and she'd be gone for the night all right. Not that he cared; she wasn't his concern. If she chose to drink away her worries, then fine by him. But she was a Rebel, and there was that old idea that you looked out for your own, even if unwillingly. Tch, annoying. Lifting one foot, Jae stubbed out his cigarette on the sole of his sneaker. "Hey, hey!" he directed at her, nudging her leg impatiently with his shoe. "You wanna get drunk, fine, but do it somewhere else that's not so shady!"

[WaT]

yes just for the first one. you can use one from your other characters. doesn't have to be a new one.

[WaT]

Accepted.