Post by A N N I E on Oct 23, 2009 21:23:43 GMT -5
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Small and compact, muscled to the 't,' Frosteyes is built strongly for fighting and solely for fighting. She is stronger than the average male and her small body makes it easy for her to slip underneath an enemy to disembowel them on their paws. She's a very pretty cat if it weren't for the fierce "touch me or even look at me and I'll gut you" look constantly on her face. Despite being heavily muscled, Frosteyes has a surprising amount of agility, some she has passed onto her daughter, Windpaw. She's quick and agile on her feet, able to turn on a dim in place to avoid a blow while delivering her own.[/ul]
Frosteyes has the perfect name. Her eyes are a stunning ice blue that seems to have chips of coldness in them. Perfect ice eyes, her mother would say. "Perfect ice eyes for a perfect little tool." And she was right. There always seems to be some sort of lingering coldness in Frosteyes' eyes, no matter how warm she makes them appear. Her eyes carefully guard her emotions, though seem to have problems hiding the fear and pain that now haunts her every waking moment. A large scar covers the base of her right ear and stretches forward to cover the majority of her cheek. The scar of her forgetfulness.[/ul]
Unlike her breed, Frosteyes is an oddity. Her parents always called her that and so she grew up believing she was one and only ever going to be one. Frosteyes does not have the tradition markings of a Turkish Van nor even the fur type. She has short, thin hair with little to no undercoat. Her fur though, is a lovely buttermilk color, soft and appealing to the eyes. Her skin is only a few different, more towards the pink specter of the scale. She has a huge, gruesome scar on her chest in the shaped of an 'X' that has only begun to heal.[/ul]
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