Post by spade ♠ on Sept 19, 2010 23:13:16 GMT -5
apostolos.
Just because you can...doesn't mean you should.
Just because you can...doesn't mean you should.
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Immortal
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Tuatha De Danaan
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Goddess of Fate
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A silvery grey feline of a sleek narrow frame, though don't count on this lasting long since she tends to change coat colors as often as the day changes to night. She is also graced with iridescent eyes. What sets her apart from the 'average' cat would be the various geometrical markings that spin out from the corners of her eyes, along her spine, even upon her shoulders, their colors also varies, though it usually compliments her pelt color.
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Visual 1, Visual 2, Visual 3, Eyes
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Apostolos is a mysterious feline, with a tendency to be a part of the world but never really in it. She is a walking contradiction. She is compassionate, and yet she bears a sadistic humor. She is laid back, at ease with letting life flow around her at it's own pace. She is intensity. Like a ghostly wind flitting through you, she knows your heart, your soul, your very thoughts. Untouchable. Unreachable. Evocative. Time has no meaning to her, and never will. Her power is absolute. She is a great conundrum, a puzzle that is not meant to be solved. A thousand things and more could describe this Goddess.
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"Her journey shall be dark, long and enduring. She will be able to give life and to take it. She will walk through her life alone and abandoned--ever seeking kindness and ever finding cruelty."
With these ominous words Apostolos took her first breath, letting loose a healthy wail, begging for the warmth of her mother. A comfort that would never come. "That is not my kit, take it from my sight!" Words that would become the only constant within her life. There had been rumors about her mother, rumors she'd been determined to quell. Apostolos, a kitten that looked nothing like her two sisters. Nothing like the mother, nor the father, was a stark reminder that those rumors were true. She was a feline who bore a resemblance to no one within the Morfesa armies, nor did she seem to resemble any within the Uiscias ranks.
Abandoned to the elements the kitten survived only through the efforts of an old feline, a kindness that cost her her life. Thrown out for a second time in her life, Apostolos would be forced to learn survival at a very young age, or die. Even that early on in her life she stubbornly refused to give in. A fighter to the core she sought a position, low in the ranks.
She excelled.
So much so that she had been among the twenty-three chosen to drink from that spring flowing from the heart of the oak. And from among those 23 she was among the three most powerful. Her domain? She was the Final Fate, a single phrase innocently uttered by her could change the world. It was a lesson she'd learned in those first few days. A tragedy that left the whole of her birth family dead, slain by their own claws. In an effort to save those around her and in doing so save herself she lived apart from the others. Observing from a distance, the world around her, though rarely if ever touching.
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