Pandora's Box

[Riber~]

Name: Pandora
Gender: Female
Age: 19 moons
Affiliate: Rogue
Rank:
Cat- Rogue
Wolf-

Looks:


Personality: Pandora, although a tiny little thing, is an evil little plotter. She’s got a violent mind and violent claws. Sure, she’s obnoxious and self-absorbed at times, but everyone who meets her finds her fun-loving ... even if that’s in an evil sort of way. You could say she’s a flirt. She’s a huntress, searching for prey, whether that be cats or other animals, and walks and talks gracefully and smoothly. She’s independent and loves doing things on her own. She rarely shows compassion, only to her adopted ‘family’; and even then, the guys drive her insane. Like 'Pandora's Box' she releases some demons on the earth ... in smaller portions however. She sees Allocer as little but a pet to Hades, like a little side-kick. She hates taking commands but does it anyways, although she enjoys twisting them around differently in her tan head, contorting their meanings. She is quite a sarcastic feline.

Birth: I dunno.

History: Born a little devil cat in a warm Twoleg house, Pandora has always been evil in some ways. She was the smallest of her litter and learned to hate them for showing off. One stormy morning, they no longer mewed in their fur-lined nests, no longer rubbed their size in the she-cats face. No. They were dead. Her mother was horrified and Pandora was sent away the next day, thrown out of the house by her broken mother. She didn’t care. Didn’t care for anyone but herself. So it went like that, only 9 moons old, the she-cat put on a determined face and trudged out, into the Twolegplace. Somewhere in between, she managed to be caught by a devilish Twoleg who strapped bangles on her paws, a nifty idea. She managed to squirm her way out of his grip; which was a good thing because she doubted he would keep her alive long. She taught herself the hunting techniques, a way all of her own, a flawless way that caused other cats to cringe when they thought of what would happen if their bones were twisted that painful way. She became feared, although for what reason, Pandora didn’t know. Sure, she’s fought fights and won multiple times, but the cat she was next to find was even better. Eventually, the huntress met up with two toms and a battle-hungry she-cat. Something clicked. They turned into friends, living cohesively and being feared by others. Although ... Hades still gets on Pandora’s nerves at times and the girls must show him what’s what.

RP Sample:

Note: She has two bangles on her wrists strung with bird's feathers [symbolizing her hunting fetish]. She enjoys clunking cat's on the head with these metal things. >:3

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The picture is squished. X3

*eats Pizzaberry*

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