tabby-cat weir

[tabby-cat weir]

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TABBY-CAT WEIR

full name: Tabitha-Catrin Weir
nicknames: Tabby-Cat, Cat, Tabby
age: 17
birthdate: November 5th
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
wealth status: Middle Class
occupation currently held, if any: n/a
social standing: Highschool Senior

let's get physical,

height: 5'6"
weight: 110 lbs
hair color: auburn
eye color: green/hazel
tattoos/piercings: none
portrayed by: Becky Lou Filip

physical appearance in depth: Cat, like her derived nickname, has a certain slinkly look to her, a slim and spry body type. She is very bendy and enjoys showing it off by stretching and slinking onto furniture, lolling herself about. She likes to act this way, no one really knows why, but it's a somewhat attractive feature that she exploits to no end.

Rather than the style of today, Cat much likes her hair the way it is, never once dyeing it, nor straightening it. It harms the hair, and makes it lose it's silky texture, something she doesn't much like. Leaving it how it is is usually what she does, giving it a good brush and maybe putting it up in a ponytail if she thinks it's needed.

Cat doesn't like the daytime alot, spending most of it drowsy or asleep, and then awake all night. Her skin reflects this. Not tan, but not deathly pale. She has the lighter caucasian skin that most of her family does, and even of the few freckles of the Irish heritage. Her mother likes to point this out, but personally, Cat thinks they mar her complexion.

and i'll get to know you,

likes:

[/li][li]Her cats: Bangalore and Harlow
[/li][li]The nighttime
[/li][li]CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
[/li][li]Catwoman
[/li][li]Graphic Novels
[/li][li]Sherlock Holmes
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dislikes:
[/li][li]Bright sunlight
[/li][li]Hot and Muggy days
[/li][li]Geography
[/li][li]Smoke
[/li][li]Barking dogs
[/li][li]Cows
[/list]

personality:
"who wants to disect the eye first?"
Iron stomached. A gift Cat is quite fond of. In fact, it kind of interests her in how the body works. After all, if you live in it, might as well learn what it all looks like. She thinks it's a start into the Murder Investigation career, her mother thinks that it's just an overt obsession with CSI. Either way, not the most typical girl thing to do, she will barrel through the lab day with no pauses in between, much to the horror of some of the other students. Some people were just NOT made to view guts. Cat likes to think it is her hobby.

"femme fatale"
Men are tools. A motto Cat often recited in her head. After all, she saw it every day. They didn't have the delicateness that females did, something that made them most attractive, but they held their own. Men were okay, but that's not usually how Cat played. They didn't understand what processes her mind went through, and how they went through them. But hell if they aren't good for some things. The thought both gives her a wry grin and a flare of bias.

"the idiotbox"
Like any good child of the technology age, Cat is addicted to both the internet and the television. She likes all the primetime shows, and talks to many people on the internet, both writting in an online diary. She surfs many sites, and her screen names and blogs reflect her passions. But unlike some, she knows when to stop. To get off and face the REAL world.

"when the crazies come out"
Nightlife. Partying. Something Cat lives for. She loves it all: The loud music, the dancing bodies in a claustrophobic space, and the lights. The occasional substance that she should have, the twistedness of the cries of people in joy and pain, the whole shebang. And seeing as she's the cat...a party animal.

"here kitty kitty..."
The gracefulness of a feline. That had to be good for something other than attracting the foes. Although Cat hasn't figured it out yet, she hopes it'll come to use some day. Something useful, that will bring her in a good income. After all, humans strive to reach higher, and be better. Middle class can only do so much for a girl...especially a girl in this age...

a little bit better,

history in depth:
Men. Pah! Catherine didn't need them. So she'd gotten knocked up by the one she'd thought to be 'the one'. Turns out, she was wrong. Wrong when he'd run off with some younger bimbo and left her with a little auburn haired kid. How was she going to watch this girl?

She managed though, well enough. They grew up together, however the stress made dear Mommy regain her smoking habit. She only did so outside, didn't want the offspring to grow up an addict did she? Oh, the kid's father would just LOVE that. But looking back inside at the two year old staring back out at her playfully pained her. How was she going to keep her entertained? A solution, quick frankly came to her. In the form of pitiful mewling. Cats.

Ever since, it's been a sort of lifestyle. Tabitha's had several in her lifetime, and loved all of them deeply. And growing up around them...possibly the true culprit behind Tabitha's future actions.

In elementary, she was the spry tomboy that could climb the highest in the jungle gym, and swing upside down on the monkey bars, landing on her feet, more or less. She was the captain of the girl's kickball team, making sure all those cootie ridden boys were kept in line.

In middle school, they seemed more attractive. The shy waving in the halls, blushing looks. But Tabitha was past that, delving a bit into the newly formed "emo" crowd. At least, for her choice of lovers. After all, you were beginning to experiment, right? Well, Tabitha did just that, at duitifully snapped back at anyone who rejected.

But in highschool, she withdrew. Cliques, heightened gossip, and Prom. enough to make you crazy. She'd stopped on the dating scene for a bit, occasionally indulging a crusher. But almost never getting into seriousness. She didn't want anypart of that. In the action, but not the scene. That was Tabitha's full motto. Still is.

Almost ready to graduate, she is ready to emerge again, in all her feline glory..."I am Catwoman, here me roar."

addictions:
partying.
cats.
kissing.
stretching.
lounging.
gross things.
criminal record:
once for obstructing the peace.
aspirations: Cat hopes to someday be in the forensic field. She's got the stomach for it, and LOVES to be hands on. She's not terribly intelligent, but knows a good deal of this and that about several things. But if that falls through (the academy costs) she'd try to exploit her feline graces somehow.

than before,

the family:
Cathrine Weir - mother - 41
pets:
CATS (2)
Bangalore - orange tabby tom
Harlow - a grey tabby she-cat
anything else: uh...nope

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In retrospect, Liz was an idiot for being out here. She stood, quite dangerously she thought, near the little protection bubble the Whomping Willow had made around itself. Of course though. Of all the magical plants for Herbology, she chose the Whomping bloody Willow! Transformation of Plants. A subject she would have much appreciated. After all, Transfiguration was a great skill of hers. Why shouldn't plants be the same?

Well, as she soon found out, they were not. Growth transformation. Natural. She frowned, looking from her small clipped notes taped to the sketch pad, to the motionless Whomping Willow. It looked like a tree. Hell, it WAS a tree. No movement...it was a tree!

She sighed angerly, looking around. Her smoky breath was her only companion currently. Well, Liz didn't blame the rest of the student body. They were probably smart, and staying inside. She was the ridiculous one, as Harper often comdemned her. But what did her kiss up brother know? She was working her butt off on this bloody project, in the bloody snow, for a bloody freaking tree!

Liz stamped her foot in ernest, letting out a frusterated growl.

Then, all was still. She took a deep breath of cool air, slowly and calmly breathing it out. "No need for frusteration...it's just a simple project..." She nodded to herself, looking back at her notes. "God, Liz..." she said, bending down to sift through the sheet of white to find a small pebble. "You need to sleep more." She felt the cool stone against the already frigidness of her gloved hand.

She never used to have this problem. She always never used to have all her assignments passed. At times, there was just that itch to be out there again, the bane of every single schoolmate's existance. Carefree. But life wasn't care free. And neither should Liz be.

She smiled to her self and the quirk, gently tossing the pebble near the tree.

Transformation indeed. It went wild, the wild sapling thrashing all about. A few lines with her pencil to indicate movement and she was done.

A slight rush warmed Liz's bones. She finished an assignment. Not like last term, when it was crouching outside the door a few moments from tardiness. It felt better. She sighed again, as the tree began to calm down again.

Funny...if this was the least stress relieving way to success, why didn't it feel that way?

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[micah orsino ,]

the app is good. the only thing is that your display name needs to match your character's name. that's the only thing that i see. ^^

[tabby-cat weir]

Oops. Sorry. I didn't know if you wanted me to wait to be accepted.

[micah orsino ,]

it's fine. app is approved. ^^