RtF : { Lilith Albright } - WIP

Full Name: Lilith Albright

Nicknames: Lily

Alias(es): None

Current Age: 1 year and 6 months

Birthday: December 24th
Zodiac: Capricorn

Sex: Female

Gender Identity: Female

Sub-Breed: Vaenn x Forn Cross

Breed: American Shorthair / “Mutt”

Personality Traits:

{ + } - { Resourceful }

In the face of difficulty, Lilith is not one to shrink down. Or at least, so long as it is work-related. Society-related issues are another story. But anyway, out in the field, she has a habit of turning to her surroundings for help in doing what needs to be done. If there is a hoard of infected coming after her, she will look for a high place and something to off them with at a distance. Close combat isn't really her forte, so it's all she can do to look for tools and weapons around her to use instead of charging at them with close-range weaponry. When someone is hurt she can often offer up some means to help them, whether that be giving them a stick to bite on to help them manage the pain or a piece of cloth to press on their wound.

{ + } - { Discreet }

Yes indeed, young Lilith here is quite discreet. Meaning, she chooses her words and actions very carefully, as upsetting someone - anyone - is the last thing she'd want to do. The same thing goes for the tone of voice she uses. Trouble is never a good thing; she wants as little of it as possible. She tries her best to diffuse any tension in the air, as long as she doesn't think it would be dangerous to do so. That being said, strangely enough, she seems to be able to sense when someone's anger is the kind that stems violence. Most of the time, this aspect of her personality is very helpful, but at times some more 'prickly' cats who don't like 'softies' might pick up on it and be set off by her 'tiptoeing around them'.

{ + } - { Gregarious }

While does have to constantly moderate her behavior in public, that doesn't mean that she would rather stay out of it. In fact, she loves interacting with others, if not just to see what their personalities entail. She's pretty curious when it comes to other people; what's their story? What motivates them? What interests them? Who's closest to them? She loves to talk with and get to know others, no matter how young or old they may be, and truly loves to make new friends. Sure, it's not always an easy thing, making friends, but when in fact she does declare someone her friend, she'll always have a soft spot for them, no matter what happens. Friendships have a habit of benefiting cats in the long run, right?

{ = } - { Dutiful }

There are a lot of things that are important to Lilith, but her duties are among her top priorities in the world. She has standards that she has set up for herself to reach, always. She has a habit of judging others (silently, of course) and as a result of that she is careful not to act like the kind of cats she would deem undeserving of what they had. For one thing, self-harm is forbidden, as are any substances that have properties of ‘drugs’. She must accomplish at least two tasks relating to her occupation per day; failure to do so results in either one skipped meal that day or an extra task the following day. This is to say she is quite disciplined - she had to be. Outside Avens Warren, there was really no choice when it came to that kind of thing.

{ - } - { Superficial }

She doesn't want anyone to know her. She is afraid of being judged, like so many others are by she herself. She is also fearful of lending her care to someone, her trust, and then losing them in the end. It would hurt too much, she might claim. She avoids talking about her past much of the time and even her feelings on things. Unless she knows someone else feels the same way about something, and she is aware of it, she is unlikely to voice her opinion on the matter. Instead, she will offer what she believes to be the most appropriate response to what is inquired. It's simple, really - she acts like someone she is not on the outside, so that no one can get close enough to see who she really is on the inside. She is only completely honest with those she is closest to, like Talia for example.

{ - } - { Paranoid }

Her time spent out in the harsh, tattered lands beyond Avens Warren certainly left its mark on young Lilith. Out there where she always had to sneak around - always had to be quiet - there were many sights, smells, and sounds to be detected. Out there were starving cats willing to kill for a meal, and petty thieves around every corner… Yes, they left their mark. Fleeing the city without a clue of what had actually happened, where her family had gone? Without knowing what had happened to her family or even her friends back at home, she could only ponder, her pessimistic side got the better of her. The young she-cat often looks over her shoulder, expecting to find someone or something behind her, waiting to attack, when nothing is there.

{ - } - { Sensitive }

Despite her bolder traits, Lilith is actually deeply sensitive and easily moved by her emotions; she just has the strength to hide it - most of the time. This sensitivity makes her easily hurt, quick to detect insult or harm to herself, sometimes even when none is intended, and easily upset. As previously stated, though, it doesn't show - only her closer friends would be able to pick up on her sensitivity. There do come times when she just can't bottle her emotions up any longer; this is unavoidable, really. When this happens, she may cry, or lash out - with words, of course - or simply flee the scene. That being said, though, she doesn't like to make a spectacle of herself, especially not in public. When this occurs, she only feels worse.

Personality Type: ???

Habits: Lowering her head, flattening her ears, looking over her shoulder

Fears: Darkness; permanent isolation; conflict; pain; death

Dreams / Goals: Finding Talia again

Religion: Grimalkin (Faith: 30%)

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Battle Class: Mage

Occupation: Healer Assistant

Former Occupations: N/A

Current Level: 1

Equipped Skills: N/A

Strength: 0

Stealth: 0

Endurance: 0

Agility: 5

Tactical Skill: 0

Healing Arts: 0

Dark Magic: 2

Items in Possession: Tattered hooded cloak – gotten from trading with another wanderer | Jadeite necklace – from home, worn to the city before the disaster

Weapons: Rusty cracked gauntlet – taken from the scrap heap of a weapons store

Parents:

{ Norman Albright | Male | Forn | NPC | Deceased }

{ Alice Albright | Female | Vaenn | NPC | Deceased }

Siblings:

{ Talia Albright | Female | Vaenn x Forn | Alive | Bayflight }

Nieces & Nephews:

{ None | Gender | SubBreed | Status | NPC }

Aunts & Uncles:

{ Jake Talleigh | Male | Vaenn | Deceased | NPC }

{ Liz Talleigh | Female | Vaenn | Unknown | NPC }

Cousins:

{ Annabelle Talleigh | Female | Vaenn | Alive | Hollyseven }

Offspring:

{ None | Gender | SubBreed | Status }

{ None | Gender | SubBreed | Status }

Adopted Family:

{ Name | Gender | SubBreed | Status }

{ Name | Gender | SubBreed | Status }

Romantic Partner:

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Lvl 1: ✓

Lvl 2: ✓

Lvl 3: ✓

Lvl 4: ✗

Skype: ✓

Notes: ✓

Comments: ✗

Chats: ✓

Forum: ✗

E-mail: ✗

Google Docs: ✗

Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time

{ Blaine Mathis | The-Vegas-Lights }

A long day of work called for a good breather afterwards, and that was exactly the way that Blaine would have it. His workdays had a habit of being longer than that of many of the Casino's staff, so he really enjoyed it when he had an opportunity to get a breath of fresh air – or at least, fresher air than in the workplace.

The sandy colored tom pushed the door to the back entrance open with his front right paw, his eyes straining to adjust as it slowly creaked open to reveal the world beyond. He chuckled softly to himself. There was enough light outside at night to make up for the lack of sunlight. He preferred night to day, anyway; it was easier to see in the night. Despite being artificial, the synthetic light was, for the most part, easier on his eyes than that which came from the sun.

Steadily, the co-manager made his way past all the parking lots and small boutiques that lined his place of work until he got to the city streets. There were lots of cars here at any time of day, but the sidewalks were usually livelier. Trees stood proudly beside the cement road as the wind rustled through their branches, causing them to produce a sweet melody, which sung of places less suffocating than this, of individuals leading better lives elsewhere, but also of the blessing they had to just have a home here. But that was probably just the way he imagined it. Most cats surely heard the sound and passed it off as rustling, no more, no less. For some reason, though, Blaine just couldn't. Every life had meaning, from the smallest ant to the tallest elephant. They merely had different methods of expressing themselves, thus were often taken for granted.

The tomcat held his arms crossed behind him as he treaded along his path to nowhere, and soon, his glossy green eyes found themselves following a cat across the street from him. Once this was realized, however, their bearer quickly shifted them away, settling his gaze on the building nearest to them. Most cats were in bars or on the road at this time of night, so the streets were fairly empty. They may very well have noticed him watching.

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