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CS coming soon for the rival gang, approved by the GM already
Interested, I'll PM you!
Cat found him easily, sticking out like a sore thumb as always. How he recognized her no matter what her body confounded her, but he had yet to be unable to find her whenever she shifted. The waiter took them to their table and Cat sat, her stomach growling loudly. For a moment the thought of maintaining her classy appearance arose, but she ignored it. No one would know it was her simply by ordering chocolate milk, and she was used to the odd looks when she did something unmatching to her body. So the waiter took off to get one root beer and one chocolate milk, and Cat scanned the menu. Her eyes had just fallen on the fettuccine plate when Izzy spoke up, and Cat grinned widely. "Hell yeah, she responded. "We're definitely getting that, I feel like I could eat a horse right now. Plus," Cat leaned in, "we've got about ten credit cards and a hundred dollars in bills. Get anything you want," she told him.
She leaned back and the waiter came, taking their orders and leaving again. Cat pulled out the woman's wallet, pulling out the dollar bills and giving the majority of them over to Izzy. In case they got separated, he'd have something to keep him fed. She kept the credit cards, knowing anyone would doubt him if he handed one over. She put the wallet away and downed her milk, and then moved aside for the incoming plates of food.
She leaned back and the waiter came, taking their orders and leaving again. Cat pulled out the woman's wallet, pulling out the dollar bills and giving the majority of them over to Izzy. In case they got separated, he'd have something to keep him fed. She kept the credit cards, knowing anyone would doubt him if he handed one over. She put the wallet away and downed her milk, and then moved aside for the incoming plates of food.
I said in my post we were in the nearest standing city to Las Vegas, and if not exactly in Vegas, there's definitely still a standing city someone near by. People like to deny what's happening, and with the villain's wars subsiding any restaurants that went down have probably been put back up. The same with the people, there's got to be businesses still maintaining after the villain wars, hence business woman.
Per pushed back against his hand, a purr starting in her throat. God, that felt good. She sat and watched him eat - messy as ever - and when he spoke, she made a noise equivalent to that of a human's snort. He rose to stretch and so did she, extending out her arms and legs and twisting her back. She paused briefly, not without enjoyment, to watch her adjust himself, and then finish moving around her neck. Curling up as a cat was nice, but it tended to leave some kinks in her when she shifted. Izzy went to go find some clothes and Cat padded out into the middle of the room, away from everything else, and shifted.
It was brief and uneventful, as usual, and over within seconds. Shifting itself wasn't hard at all. She just thought, and pushed, and there the next body was. But god, it took something out of her. Her stomach growled loudly, and for a moment she had trouble keeping her eyes open. When she was well-fed, it usually wasn't this bad. But it had been a while since they had sat down and had a real meal, and Cat was running on little to nothing. She raised up her hands and rubbed her eyes, cracked her back, and then sighed. Time to get moving.
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The restaurant wasn't busy, but wasn't empty either. Just what they needed. Cat checked her pockets - only to find they were empty - and groaned lightly. She'd have to shift again. And she'd be even worse off. She turned to Izzy, "Go get us a table, I'll be right there." She gave him a brief smile, and then turned to look down the street to look for people.
Child, child, mother, hobo, frantic father....there, business man. Ooo, business woman! Average height, blonde hair, pale skin. Nice suit on and a large purse - just what she wanted. Cat set off, pushing through people and trying not to touch anyone's skin. She reached the woman and knocked into her shoulder, her fingers sliding against the woman's wrist. The woman, speaking sternly into the phone, took a step back and gave Cat a look that could kill, but she said nothing. Cat didn't give her a second glance, and kept moving down the street. She hit an alleyway and turned into it. After checking no one else was hiding out there, she took a deep breath and shifted.
By now, her stomach felt like it was about to climb up her throat and bite her for not feeding it. Another wave of exhaustion passed over her, but she fought it off. Her new, more delicate hands, dug through the purse now on her shoulder until it found the woman's wallet. She pulled it open, saw a flash of bills and cards, and grinned. The wallet went back in the bag and the bag back on her shoulders, and she made her way back to Izzy.
It was brief and uneventful, as usual, and over within seconds. Shifting itself wasn't hard at all. She just thought, and pushed, and there the next body was. But god, it took something out of her. Her stomach growled loudly, and for a moment she had trouble keeping her eyes open. When she was well-fed, it usually wasn't this bad. But it had been a while since they had sat down and had a real meal, and Cat was running on little to nothing. She raised up her hands and rubbed her eyes, cracked her back, and then sighed. Time to get moving.
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The restaurant wasn't busy, but wasn't empty either. Just what they needed. Cat checked her pockets - only to find they were empty - and groaned lightly. She'd have to shift again. And she'd be even worse off. She turned to Izzy, "Go get us a table, I'll be right there." She gave him a brief smile, and then turned to look down the street to look for people.
Child, child, mother, hobo, frantic father....there, business man. Ooo, business woman! Average height, blonde hair, pale skin. Nice suit on and a large purse - just what she wanted. Cat set off, pushing through people and trying not to touch anyone's skin. She reached the woman and knocked into her shoulder, her fingers sliding against the woman's wrist. The woman, speaking sternly into the phone, took a step back and gave Cat a look that could kill, but she said nothing. Cat didn't give her a second glance, and kept moving down the street. She hit an alleyway and turned into it. After checking no one else was hiding out there, she took a deep breath and shifted.
By now, her stomach felt like it was about to climb up her throat and bite her for not feeding it. Another wave of exhaustion passed over her, but she fought it off. Her new, more delicate hands, dug through the purse now on her shoulder until it found the woman's wallet. She pulled it open, saw a flash of bills and cards, and grinned. The wallet went back in the bag and the bag back on her shoulders, and she made her way back to Izzy.
((Idk where exactly but they're in the closest populated city to the ruins))
Sunlight streamed in from the windows near the ceiling and crawled across the floor until it hit the mattress that had been clumsily thrown into the corner. The light peeked into Cat's eyes, pulling them open a smudge and then invading. She growled and turned, squeezing her eyes closed against it and burying her face into the nearest thing. Right now, as per the usual, that was Izzy's shoulder. But even that didn't stop the persistent light, which at this point of the day couldn't be stopped. The sun was high in the sky, and it was past time for them to rejoin reality.
With great effort, Cat pulled herself up and off of Izzy's chest. He'd be up within seconds of her leaving, she was sure, and he'd probably be starving just as badly as she was. She slowly padded over to their collection of food. By now, it was many more old boxes of food than actual food. They took whatever leftovers they had when they ate home, though there usually weren't many. They'd have to go out soon.
Sniffing out a few bits, she grabbed the box in her teeth and trotted back to Izzy, setting the box down next to him and fixing him with a look. As an orange tabby cat, it probably just looked like her usual cat face. As a human, it would have meant a lot more - something along the lines of "have some of this and we'll go out." She grabbed about half of the food and ate it in the odd way of chewing and dropping and hacking and chewing again cats had of eating.
Sunlight streamed in from the windows near the ceiling and crawled across the floor until it hit the mattress that had been clumsily thrown into the corner. The light peeked into Cat's eyes, pulling them open a smudge and then invading. She growled and turned, squeezing her eyes closed against it and burying her face into the nearest thing. Right now, as per the usual, that was Izzy's shoulder. But even that didn't stop the persistent light, which at this point of the day couldn't be stopped. The sun was high in the sky, and it was past time for them to rejoin reality.
With great effort, Cat pulled herself up and off of Izzy's chest. He'd be up within seconds of her leaving, she was sure, and he'd probably be starving just as badly as she was. She slowly padded over to their collection of food. By now, it was many more old boxes of food than actual food. They took whatever leftovers they had when they ate home, though there usually weren't many. They'd have to go out soon.
Sniffing out a few bits, she grabbed the box in her teeth and trotted back to Izzy, setting the box down next to him and fixing him with a look. As an orange tabby cat, it probably just looked like her usual cat face. As a human, it would have meant a lot more - something along the lines of "have some of this and we'll go out." She grabbed about half of the food and ate it in the odd way of chewing and dropping and hacking and chewing again cats had of eating.
Are we planning to eventually all run into each other and meet that way or are we convening together on purpose at some point? I'm just wondering f I should put my character close enough to run into one of you guys or farther away to briefly do her own thing with Izzy and then meet up with everyone else.
Woo!
Metronome said
You would think by my bios that I have a thing for tall guys.
It's funny bc your guys are usually really short
Real Current Name: Cat
*Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out.
Hero Name: Shift
Age: 23
Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form
Powers:
Appearance:
Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven.
*Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them.
History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy.
She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her.
But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching.
One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since.
Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife.
Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family.
*Cat's birth name is known only to her as she no longer goes by it and refuses to give it out.
Hero Name: Shift
Age: 23
Gender: Identifies as female, regardless of her form
Powers:
Appearance:
Cat's default human form is a young woman seen below. She's slim, Caucasian, and stands at about five foot seven.
*Any other forms she takes will be described in the text when she takes them.
History: Cat was born in the heat of summer and given to an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage. It didn't take long for people to forget about her, and it took even less time for her to figure out how to hide. The first few years of her life were bustling and chaotic, assisted only by a stray cat she made friends with, and it was as though no one knew she even existed. Unknowingly, she was changing between every kid at the orphanage she had touched - literally making it as though she didn't exist. It didn't take much longer for her to run away from the orphanage. She found out what she was doing by accident soon afterwards, and once she figured out how to control it life on the street was surprisingly easy.
She grew up quickly, and got over any fear of the law and death she had. Something happened in one body? Change to another. Running out of money? Find someone with some. Tired of dealing with people? Become a cat, or a dog. Cold? Fly south with the birds. It seemed that the world was her oyster - life couldn't get much better. And then it did. She stumbled across a group of people that knew what she was, and took her in. They trained her, and for a while she ran with them. It wasn't the same independence as before, but that was something she was willing to trade in for the sense of family they gave her.
But then, they pushed their power too far. The others believed they had the right to take people's lives simply because they wanted to, and Cat did not agree. That was a poison she refused to sip. When they wouldn't take the drink away, she abandoned them. The gang didn't take this lightly - leaving Cat with no choice but to move, find a new name, and stop using every form she had taken in their presence. She went back to the streets, back to the life of robbing people's pockets, homes, and lives. Despite her ability to be anyone, she knew she needed to lay low from then on. There would be no more assuming someone's form and taking a sudden, uncharacteristic trip to Australia - her old friends would be watching.
One day she picked the wrong man to mug, and ended up befriending Izzy. They bonded easily, and have been together since.
Personality: Cat is determined, and generally persistent and stubborn until she gets her way. She is independent save Izzy, who she takes care of as dearly as she cares for herself. She's very wary and careful with new people, and though she has an easy-going demeanor there are people she refuses to get along with. The majority of these people are those she doesn't trust at all. Trust is a large part of relationships to her, and can be easily violated. She's often blunt with people and becomes annoyed with those who sugarcoat bad situations. She reacts on impulse and instinct to most situations, and has a keen eye for details. Her respect for authority was completely eradicated from her system during her stint with the gang, and she had a burning hatred for people telling her what to do. Her morality is a blurred gray line - she has no problem with breaking into houses and stealing people's identities, but she takes murders personally.
Affiliation: Hero
Equipment: Most of her human forms carry a pocket knife.
Other: She has a thing for tattoos, her second default form is an orange tabby cat, and she considers Izzy family.
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