Engel

Sacred World (Engel x The Kraken)

Avani stepped away from Kasai after she had spoken, gritted her teeth and felt anger building. She ran her hands through her long red hair, and stared up at the sky. “Fuck.” She said, then mouthed it repeatedly while keeping the same position. There was no good option here, despite Kasai’s claims that she would go free if she worked as a rat. Free to die.

She wasn’t sure whether to feel grateful or pissed at Kasai. She didn’t like her attitude one bit though. Oh, you’ll miss me so much after you’ve been in prison for years. I don’t care to confess missing you though. Bitch, I would have found someone new in prison. On the other hand, she was offering her a way out which probably meant she cared some. However, it could just be a way for her to brag to her superiors, and earn a promotion too.

Avani calmed down faster than usual. She mostly had herself to blame for this situation, and if Kasai wanted to use her to further her own goals… Well, two could play at that game. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from a cop, because letting her go and pretending like she hadn’t seen her was clearly too much to ask.

No, it wasn’t a good situation, but she doubted it was as hopeless as she made it sound. Even if they did rat her out, was that all it would take to put Avani in prison? There was no proof that she knew of. Furthermore, if the gang found out that she had ratted them out they would come after her sooner or later. In that case it would be a choice between prison and death. Somehow, the former seemed preferable.

“That sounds like a great idea for you to earn a raise or promotion.” She said with resentment. “Since all you care about is yourself. You think they’re gonna let me live when they find out I was the rat!? I imagine it’s gonna look pretty bad if the pigs were to find out that you’ve been intimate with someone you knew was a criminal. It might look particularly bad if someone testified that you were on the gang’s payroll too, huh?”

She felt petty for threatening to lie to get Kasai convicted with her. It was a pitiful attempt to reclaim some power over the situation. She couldn’t know how well it would work. Maybe it would genuinely make Kasai worry for her own hide. The woman had even gone so far as to get her out of prison at one point, and that would probably look worse in light of the current situation.

“Perhaps I should try my luck with the gang instead of you. At least they got me work when I needed it, and they acted like friends. All you ever tried to do was fuck me over.”

Her emotions were running high, and she said things she would likely regret at a later point in time. Avani was afraid of either option presented to her, but she would never admit it. It felt like no one was on her side.

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

Caewil

Real Name:Caewil McNamara
Alias: Cath
Age: 60
Gender: Female
Metatype: Elf
Specialization: Shaman/Face
Totem: Cat
Appearance:

Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes almost naturally to her, just like her ability to blend in with most social groups. Her augmented yellow cat eyes are the one feature that messes some with people’s first impressions of her, but then she has her second augmentation in tailored pheromones that usually helps smooth things over. She looks considerably younger than she is, even if a few wrinkles have appeared on her face.

Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered in a number of shamanistic tattoos in places where they are easy enough to cover up.

Personality: She has a great respect for the ancient spirits, nature and is particularly fond of felines. Her cat eyes is a feature that most would likely remember, but nevertheless she doesn’t regret having them installed as she claims to sense a greater respect towards her from the cat spirits. Sometimes it appears as if she's talking to herself when she's talking with her mentor spirit.

Caewil is confident to the point of arrogance, even if she knows how to tone down some aspects of her personality and show others more prominently depending on the requirements of the situation. She can be secretive and keep information to herself unless she deems it necessary for others to know it. Sly and deceptive, but above all she can be quite cruel when it comes down to it. Both Caewil and her mentor spirit enjoys playing with their enemies. She may go out of her way to harm someone before incapacitating them.

Bio: Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took an unexpected turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.

With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.

Caewil grows more and more skilled in the magic school of conjuring under her mentor. She hones her skills as a Face during the years she spends in France too, assuming different identities in different circles until she is confident in most of them. After she begins to use her skills to con the rich in 2045, it’s a matter of time before she is forced to leave the country. She made mistakes that would teach her valuable lessons, but it was difficult for her to appreciate them back then because there were more than a few individuals that wanted her head on a plate and some of them got very close at times too. Thanks to some of her elven contacts, she is able to return home to Dublin in 2049, which has by then become Tir Na Nog.

She spends the following twenty years in Tir Na Nog, finding more luck in the politics and social life there than she had in France. It probably helped that she didn't attempt to con anyone too powerful or vindictive. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It does take a couple of years before her spouse finds out, but by then Caewil thinks she's found actual love. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best, but Mirage convinces her to do so just in time to avoid an early meeting with death.

Caewil isn't left with a lot of options regarding what country to travel too, and while she dislikes the idea of living in UCAS she is grateful she has any contacts left that will get her to another country. It's bad for business to mess with the Danaan. Once in the UCAS she lays low for a few years, and eventually becomes a shadowrunner.


Cyberware/Bioware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.

Tailored pheromones. Cath’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Loadout: Several sets of different clothing, wooden quarterstaff, some reagents, Ares Vibroknife, Colt Asp, fake SINs.

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

I'm still here.

In the Rough

Zoe aimed her rifle at the woman’s back when she sheathed her machete to pull her weapon instead. She’d prefer to not make an already bad day worse by killing someone, but she wouldn’t hesitate to do it if threatened. Frankly, she didn’t think killing this woman in particular would be an act worth torturing herself over either. She’d likely killed enough people herself out here to deserve it. It seemed like a very unfriendly place, so she had to wonder what the woman wanted with her at all. She could have sent all three of them away as bait and escaped alone.

They walked in silence, and the thought crossed her mind that she may be leading her into some sort of trap. A shack came into view after they had walked for what felt like half an hour or so. She checked the time on her pip boy, which said that it was more like twenty. The slavers hadn’t known how to remove it without cutting off her arm so they had let her keep it. She’d learnt how to tweak one without taking it off, so maybe it wasn’t possible to begin with.

Zoe carefully followed the woman inside of the shack, with her rifle at the ready. To her surprise, it soon became evident that she had been lead to this woman’s home. It made her feel a bit more at ease around her, because why would she take her to a place that must have been a safe haven for her if she had hostile intentions? It did occur to her that there might be cannibals out here though. She gripped her rifle a bit tighter at that.

She raised an eyebrow when the woman explained what this place was, and what she had been doing here, unsure of how to respond. “Thanks… I appreciate it.” Zoe said, grateful, and let her rifle hang across her shoulder as she took the blankets and pillow that she was offered. The tension she had been feeling in the presence of the other woman faded some, but it would be foolish to let her guard down entirely.

“If you say so.” Zoe answered, and looked around the room for a place she could put the things. It wasn’t like she knew much about the life out here. She’d have thought their shelter would have protected them against the worst of the cold though. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten in a while. “Um, you don’t happen to have anything to eat…? I lost my backpack with my rations in it.”

Zoe cleared away some of the dust and rubble in a corner of the room, then sat down and wrapped the blankets around her. The pillow she put behind her head against the wall. The rifle was put behind her so that it would be easy for her to grab, but harder for anyone else without her noticing. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable to sleep in the corner of a room, but it was better than sleeping under the night sky with no protection against the climate, animals or worse.

“Yeah, I suppose I am.” Zoe said and met Sienna’s gaze. “My name’s Zoe. I’ve read about Sydney in the old books we had, but I’ve never been there myself. I hadn’t been outside my vault till this morning anyway.” She sighed, looking down at the floor. “It used to be an easy and comfortable life, things changed slowly over the years and I had to get out. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Shadowrun - The Sound and the Fury (Snow Crash Inspired)

I've updated my character some.

Caewil

Real Name:Caewil McNamara
Alias: Cath
Age: 60
Gender: Female
Metatype: Elf
Specialization: Shaman/Face
Totem: Cat
Appearance:

Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes almost naturally to her, just like her ability to blend in with most social groups. Her augmented yellow cat eyes are the one feature that messes some with people’s first impressions of her, but then she has her second augmentation in tailored pheromones that usually helps smooth things over. She looks considerably younger than she is, even if a few wrinkles have appeared on her face.

Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered in a number of shamanistic tattoos in places where they are easy enough to cover up.

Personality: She has a great respect for the ancient spirits, nature and is particularly fond of felines. Her cat eyes is a feature that most would likely remember, but nevertheless she doesn’t regret having them installed as she claims to sense a greater respect towards her from the cat spirits. Sometimes it appears as if she's talking to herself when she's talking with her mentor spirit.

Caewil is confident to the point of arrogance, even if she knows how to tone down some aspects of her personality and show others more prominently depending on the requirements of the situation. She can be secretive and keep information to herself unless she deems it necessary for others to know it. Sly and deceptive, but above all she can be quite cruel when it comes down to it. Both Caewil and her mentor spirit enjoys playing with their enemies. She may go out of her way to harm someone before incapacitating them.

Bio: Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself. It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took an unexpected turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.

With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either. At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear 2032 in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.

Caewil grows more and more skilled in the magic school of conjuring under her mentor. She hones her skills as a Face during the years she spends in France too, assuming different identities in different circles until she is confident in most of them. After she begins to use her skills to con the rich in 2045, it’s a matter of time before she is forced to leave the country. She made mistakes that would teach her valuable lessons, but it was difficult for her to appreciate them back then because there were more than a few individuals that wanted her head on a plate and some of them got very close at times too. Thanks to some of her elven contacts, she is able to return home to Dublin in 2049, which has by then become Tir Na Nog.

She spends the following twenty years in Tir Na Nog, finding more luck in the politics and social life there than she had in France. It probably helped that she didn't attempt to con anyone too powerful or vindictive. It happens that she, from time to time, assists her people on the streets with her shaman skills. Her aid grows more and more rare as she gets a foot in with one of the Danaan families. Against her better judgement, she begins an affair with the wife of the head of a Danaan family. It does take a couple of years before her spouse finds out, but by then Caewil thinks she's found actual love. It makes her reluctant to leave the country as she knows would be best, but Mirage convinces her to do so just in time to avoid an early meeting with death.

Caewil isn't left with a lot of options regarding what country to travel too, and while she dislikes the idea of living in UCAS she is grateful she has any contacts left that will get her to another country. It's bad for business to mess with the Danaan. Once in the UCAS she lays low for a few years, and eventually becomes a shadowrunner.


Cyberware/Bioware:
Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.

Tailored pheromones. Cath’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.
Loadout: Several sets of different clothing, wooden quarterstaff, some reagents, Ares Vibroknife, Colt Asp, fake SINs.
Opinion of teammates:

Sacred World (Engel x The Kraken)

“Now, now babe. You already tried kicking my ass and you lost that fight, remember?” Avani smiled, feeling a bit nostalgic as Kasai’s anger at her made her remember how their relationship had initially begun. “I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt just cause you bit off more than you could chew. The only way you’d be able to kick my ass is if I didn’t defend myself, and that’s not gonna happen.”

“Oh, they must have grown more than I imagined if they’re one of the most powerful gangs these days.” She noticed that Kasai seemed angry, but that didn’t persuade her to stop joking or provoking her. It was pretty hot actually. Now that she was this close to the woman she had dreamt about the last week it became difficult to ignore how vulnerable she was to her. Well, apparently Avani was the one weak to Kasai then, and not the other way around unfortunately. “I needed money to get out of my current work situation. It was nothing else.”

Avani moved close to Kasai when she said that cops had been watching the gang’s hideout. “I like the thought of you watching me, babe.” She said, in an attempt to change the subject to something else. “We could go somewhere else and do some more watching?” She winked in a very obvious way.

“Uh, okay if you prefer me to be blunt about it…” Avani said, rubbed her neck and decided to play dumb. It wasn’t like Kasai had specified what point in time she wanted her to be honest about. “I think we should forget about the other stuff, get out of here and have some fun naked together once more. Many times more.”

“I’ve really missed you.” She said, put her hand on Kasai’s shoulder and gazed into her eyes. She hadn’t considered the negative effect such an action would have on her. Avani couldn’t gaze into Kasai’s eyes for particularly long without feeling bad about what she was trying to do.

She sighed, and closed her eyes. It would be the best to come clean, wouldn’t it? At least if the gang was going to be taken down soon by the police, Avani would have a contact within the police that might be willing to help her out. That is, as long as she was honest and dropped the act. Several minutes of silence passed before Avani did it though.

“I already told you how I get some of my money.” Avani said and opened her eyes. “I just do some small jobs for those people every now and then. It was going to be the final time I asked them for money, which is why I was held up longer than usual. They thought I was too useful, but I never wanted you to find out about it.”

Avani feared that Kasai would shun her because she was a criminal and never want anything to do with her in the same way again, so she did what criminals do. She stole a kiss from her, craving a final one before it truly ended.

In the Rough

She’d decided to leave the vault a week ago, and spent the remainder of her time trying to collect what useful items she could. It hadn’t been easy. Her home had become a foreign and frightening place to her. The people were acting strangely hostile towards each other, and sections that had previously been used had been barred because they feared what hid in the dark.

Now came the difficult part where she had to get from her own room to the exit of the vault, carrying her rather large backpack, without anyone noticing her or sounding the alarm. She had waited until it was late at night before she got the backpack out of its hiding place.

Zoe got further than she had expected before anyone noticed her, but unfortunately it wasn’t as far as she needed it to be. She answered their questions evasively, hoping they would leave her alone and the woman did say she would go back to bed when they parted. However, the alarm went off shortly after and Zoe had to start running towards the exit. She heard the sounds of running guards in nearby corridors coming towards her.

A guard got a hold of her backpack when she spotted the exit, and he shouted at her to surrender or he’d kill her. The guards had used much milder threats when she had been younger. It had been a slow change, but to hear him threaten to kill her just made her more certain about her decision to leave.

She did try to get the backpack with her, but more guards were closing in and she had to accept it was gone. Zoe pushed it hard towards the guard that held it which made him trip and fall over, giving her time to get to the exit.

After she had blocked the door to the room she was in with a few crates, Zoe activated the mechanism that would open the entrance door to the vault. It couldn’t withstand the pressure the guards were putting on it for long. It did give her enough time to exit the vault though, and she stepped out into the wasteland where they weren’t likely to follow her.

She instantly regretted losing her backpack as it had contained most of her water, but she had one canteen left. It was doubtful she would survive out here for long with that. It was a certainty that she would be killed if she returned to the vault. Zoe began walking before the guards broke the rules to chase her down and make an example out of her.

There was no shelter in sight, and the environment seemed to be a kind of prairie. The blue sky was a beautiful sight to behold after seeing nothing but dark steel and concrete above her head for her entire life. They had been wrong about the time of day inside of the vault. It was warmer outside than she had expected too.

Zoe still had her rifle and her pip boy at least, plus most of her stimpaks that she had stuffed into her pockets. Some part of her had known it was unlikely she would get that backpack with her, and figured the stimpaks were the most valuable. Well, maybe she would be able to hunt with her rifle and what ammo she had, but the water would be her most immediate concern.

Those had been Zoe’s first thoughts while taking her baby steps in the wasteland. A few hours later her bad luck had made itself known again, when she ran into a small group of people. She had approached them with friendly intentions and gotten nothing for it. They had knocked her out, and tied her up. Apparently they were slavers, even though she had read that slavery stopped a long time ago in the old world.

Zoe wasn’t the only one the slavers had captured. Two men and a loud mouthed woman had had the same bad luck. The other woman was arguing with the slaver that had been ordered to guard them. She didn’t care much for any of these people. Hell, after the day she had lived through she would rather have woken up to find she was the last human left in existence.

She sat staring in front of her, feeling as if fighting reality just made it worse. She heard the slaver slap the other woman, and figured it was probably the right decision for her to make. What had she hoped to find out here that was better than her vault? Maybe a life in slavery would not be so bad…

She rolled her eyes when the loudmouth started coughing and drawing even more attention to herself. At least it meant that no one cared about her and left her alone, but if she had wanted to get some sleep it would have been impossible with this woman nearby. It was too cold anyway.
The fact that she hadn’t eaten for hours made her more irritable than usual too.

A fight soon broke out, and to her surprise the loudmouth won it. She’d thought she was all talk, but the woman knocked the slaver out and freed the rest of them. Zoe rubbed her hands where the rope had been digging into her skin seconds ago.

“Thanks.” She whispered with a snarky tone and retrieved her rifle, as if she didn’t care either way. Most of the ammo was still in her clothes anyway. The rifle was the main thing they had taken from her, and a few stimpaks. She had been clever enough to hide what she could in hidden pockets or other places.

Zoe became suspicious of the other woman when she told the men to fuck off. Why would she want anything to do with her? Out of the three of them, Zoe was the least experienced by far, even if neither of the men had a weapon they could have taken hers. Perhaps she had been able to hide her lack of knowledge from the others.

When she told her that the men would serve to distract the slavers while the two of them got away, Zoe’s suspicions felt warranted. The woman would likely turn around and stab her in the back, as coldly as she had done to the men, if she ever needed to save her own skin. She nodded, and began to walk after the woman. If she asked why Zoe walked behind her with her hands on her rifle, well, it wasn’t like she knew where they were going and it was clearly best to be prepared for the worst out here.

She sighed. Was this really any better than the declining situation in the vault?

In the Rough

Zoe

Name: Zoe Smith

Age: 27

Appearance:


Background: Zoe didn't see the world outside of her vault until she was 20, and even then it was just bad pictures that scouts from her vault had taken when exploring the nearby area. She was assigned to work in maintenance, where she learned how to repair things that had broken, but also how to use explosives or pick a lock. It was a boring job, and they had to entertain themselves somehow. Zoe decided to try her luck in the wasteland when the situation in her vault had declined beyond any repair. She thought she was prepared when she exited, but it didn't take long for her to end up in trouble with the locals that had claimed the surface as their own.

Gear: No armour yet, a lever-action rifle, stimpaks and other basic medical items, knife, pipboy.

Shadowrun: Chicago Blues

Posted my character, hope it's fine.

Shadowrun: Chicago Blues

Caewil

Name: Caewil “Cath” McNamara

Metatype: Elf

Age: 43

Appearance:


Caewil is fairly tall at 200cm with a lithe and slim body. She moves with a distinct elegance and stealthy gait, often without making much noise at all. It comes almost naturally to her, just like her ability to blend in with most social groups. Her augmented yellow cat eyes are the one feature that messes some with people’s first impressions of her, but then she has her second augmentation in tailored pheromones that usually helps smooth things over.

Her clothing consists of older fashion garments that have been torn and tattered over the years, but that is mainly when she can pick her clothes without having to fit in. She has a number of different styles that she can dress herself in depending on the situation. Caewil’s body is covered in a number of shamanistic tattoos in places where they are easy enough to cover up.

Class/Specialisation: Shaman, Face

Totem: Cat

Backstory:

Caewil was supposedly born to human parents in Dublin, year 2015. Whether her parents feared their own daughter or the opinions of others more remains unknown to her to this day, but they did not keep her for long either way. The divine joke that was an UGE baby was too much for them to bear. She believes that she was abandoned or handed over to an orphanage at the age of three at the latest. Her early life was never easy, and she has tried to repress most of the memories of her childhood. She picked her first name herself.

It wasn’t until she was in her early teens that life took an unexpected turn for the better. Her search for purpose began to manifest itself in a black cat. The young girl didn’t understand what it truly was at first, believing she had somehow gained a cute stalker with fur. Despite everything that was going on in the world, and that she was an oddity herself, she was genuinenly shocked when the cat communicated with her. However, she grew used to it the more it happened. In a way, it was a comfort for her to have its support and friendship.

With the help of her mentor spirit, Caewil did her best to survive on the streets of Dublin. She obeyed the cat, eventually nicknamed Mirage, to the best of her abilities once she realized that it was able to affect her by giving her magic powers or taking them away when she did something it disapproved of. Caewil gave the cat the nickname Mirage after an incident that made her realize that not only could seemingly no one else hear it, but they couldn’t see it either.

At the age of 17, she disappears off the grid without much trace. When she does reappear ten years later in Paris, France, the miserable elven girl that was once there is long gone. Instead, there is a noticeably competent shaman that moves in circles that she should not have been able to get invited too. There is speculation that she spent the ten years training under her mentor spirit, whom likely showed her how to cover her tracks better too.

Caewil grows more and more skilled in the magic school of conjuring under her mentor. She hones her skills as a Face during the years she spends in France too, assuming different identities in different circles until she is confident in most of them.

After she begins to use her skills to con the rich in 2045, it’s a matter of time before she is forced to leave the country. She made mistakes that would teach her valuable lessons, but it was difficult for her to appreciate them back then because there were more than a few individuals that wanted her head on a plate and some of them got very close at times too.

Thanks to her more shady and criminal contacts, she is able to travel to the U.S. in 2049 where she lays relatively low for the next few years.

Personality:

She has a great respect for the ancient spirits, nature and is particularly fond of felines. Her cat eyes is a feature that most would likely remember, but nevertheless she doesn’t regret having them installed as she claims to sense a greater respect towards her from the cat spirits. Sometimes it appears as if she's talking to herself when she's talking with her mentor spirit.

Caewil is confident to the point of arrogance, even if she knows how to tone down some aspects of her personality and show others more prominently depending on the requirements of the situation. She can be secretive and keep information to herself unless she deems it necessary for others to know it. Sly and deceptive, but above all she can be quite cruel when it comes down to it. Both Caewil and her mentor spirit enjoys playing with their enemies. She may go out of her way to harm someone before incapacitating them.

Opinion of others:

Augs:

Cat’s Eyes. Natural lowlight vision, glow in the dark.

Tailored pheromones. Cath’s body is altered to
release specially designed pheromones to subtly influence
others.