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[Nepeta Leijon]

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NEPETA LEIJON.
( < THIS IS EFURRY SHADE OF WRONG.


THE ROLEPLAYER.
:DD < Y'KNOW FUROLICKING IN THE LAKE
AND STUFF TOGETHER?!

[/b] Courtney
AGE Fifteen
YEARS ROLEPLAYING Seven or eight? I mean, I started when I was eight so you can imagine what that was like, though.
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
CONTACT ME BY My Skype is blazikensweety, my Tumblr is needlekind, and if you PM me I'll gladly hand over my MSN or AIM!
SECRET CODE: :33< aim fur the head!
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THE CHARACTER.
( < GO. SL33P BADLY. ANY QUESTIONS,
HESITATE TO CALL.

[/b] Nepeta Leijon
NICKNAMES AC, and sometimes people call her "Nep".
AGE Around eight sweeps.
OCCUPATION She works on surviving, just like everyone else. Being the mighty huntress she is, she often takes down mighty beasts and shares their meat and pelts with others.
ANYTHING ELSE why can't i hold all these headcanons
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THE LOOKS.
x33 < LOOK UP IDIOT IN THE DICTIONARY.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'LL FIND?

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Nepeta has the same jet-black hair of the rest of her species, falling down to her shoulders in a tangled, unkempt bird's nest of a hairdo. She won't let it go past her shoulders, as it would be an inconvenience, and haphazardly uses her claws to cut it.

FACE
Nepeta's features are sharp and almost catlike. Her face is thin and angular, and even her ears are just slightly pointed. Two small fangs, feline in appearance, protrude from her thin lips. They're almost endearing if you move past the fact that she uses them to kill animals. Her eyes are the typical troll yellow, tinged green with her blood as they do as trolls age, but large and round with feline pupils. Her nose breaks the pattern, though, and is neither sharp nor catlike, but just a little larger than average and very round.

BODY
Nepeta is a very tiny thing, just barely 5'1" and giving off the impression of being stick-thin. Underneath her baggy clothing, she's slender but athletic, built for speed and stamina but certainly not lacking in strength, either.

STYLE
Nepeta is a disgrace to all things fashionable and well-kept. Her clothes are always too big for her—her trademark green trench coat especially, as it hangs to the ground and trails all around the place when she walks, and yet she never takes it off. She feels comfortable in the oversized clothing and never seems to have any trouble moving around with it. Everything is always very dirty, too, as you'd imagine things would get when they're being dragged around in the dirt all day.

She's rarely seen without the previously mentioned trench coat or her blue kitty hat, which may just be her favorite things. She also never takes off her light blue gloves—that would be dangerous! Her (long and retractable) cat claws are attached to those and she can't be without her weapon!

ANYTHING ELSE
Also dragging around on the ground behind her is a furry blue cat tail that's less an article of clothing, as it behaves as a tail would.
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THE PERSONALITY.
:33 < I INVENTED DICE WHEN I WAS A KID.
WHAT DO YOU DO?

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♌ Cats, of course. Nepeta loves everything about cats. They're cute, they're friendly, and she knows everything you'd ever need to about them.
♌ Hunting. It's a hobby of hers and she's been doing it for as long as she remembers, so she's good at it, too.
♌ Shipping. Even in these dark times Nepeta continues to keep a close eye on the possible direction of relationships among her friends. She can never bring herself to update her ships after deaths, though.
♌ Painting. Using soot, ash, and the blood of defeated animals, she uses cave walls as her canvas to recreate exciting tales of the hunt! Or just mark her favorite ships.
♌ Listening. She's glad to have chats about feelings on piles of things (or off piles of things! She's not picky!) and just listen to other people's concerns and worries. She knows it helps to let it all out, and she does whatever she can to be helpful.
♌ Roleplaying. It's a hobby Nepeta has clung to in an attempt to keep a sense of normalcy even after the outbreak. Sometimes she just likes to pretend to be someone else.
♌ Cute things. Nepeta is a total sucker for anything cute, especially cute things of the feline persuasion.
♌ Catnip. This being said, it isn't necessarily a good idea to let her near any.

DISLIKES
♌ Dogs. The perfect parallel to her cat thing. They're vicious and nasty and slobbery and she just doesn't want anything to do with them.
♌ Tomatoes, chocolate, grapes, and all of those other foods cats aren't supposed to eat. It's a feline thing.
♌ Waiting. She's too fidgety and impatient to wait for anything for very long and has a bad habit of getting herself involved to make it go faster.
♌ Black romance. Kismesissitude eludes her understanding and she simply doesn't care for auspisticism. They don't even get a spot on her shipping wall, rather, she prefers redrom and human love.
♌ Feuds, be they over blood caste (a system she can't stand or even try to figure out the purpose of in the first place) or species (she, for one, is rather fond of humans), she just wants everybody to suck it up and get along.
♌ Deaths, not that anyone likes them, but Nepeta always seems to take the deaths of those close to her particularly hard.
♌ Failure. She can't stand to let anyone down.
♌ Being unable to handle herself. By no means is she above admitting her shortcomings and asking for help, but she can't stand to be a dead weight.

HOBBIES
♌ Hunting. Using nothing but her sharp teeth and claws, she takes down ferocious beasts for food!
♌ Shipping. She's always shipped and she's going to keep it up, if only to cling to a sense of normalcy.

HABITS
♌ She speaks in cat puns—if she can substitute in "fur", "paw", "meow", "purr" or any other cat-related word, she'll do it on instinct.
♌ Her tail twitches involuntarily, betraying any attempts she might make to hide her feelings. The tip twitches when she's feeling particularly happy or playful, the whole thing will gently sway back and forth if she's annoyed, it straightens out if she's surprised or catches a noise and when she's running around or hunting or fighting, it will move however it needs to for her to stay balanced.
♌ She has a lot of catlike mannerisms in general, including batting at things that could make fun toys (she loves yarn), rolling around on her back, acting like her hands are paws and growling and purring.
♌ She cleans herself like she's a cat, too, licking her hands and rubbing them on her face. It's pretty adorable but mostly ineffective. She also tends to lick at them if she's feeling anxious.

FEARS
♌ Dogs. They're vicious and nasty and slobbery and she just doesn't want anything to do with them.
♌ Loneliness. She's always been with somebody, be it her lusus or her friends, but now that the chances of losing someone important to her are higher than ever she's especially worried about being left on her own.
♌ Being useless or otherwise unable to help those important to her.
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PERSONALITY
To put it simply, Nepeta is the kind of girl who has taken one look at the norms and expectations of troll culture and society, marked her territory on it and left it smelling like cat urine for the next few weeks.

Whereas trolls are expected to be isolated and distrusting, Nepeta is a social butterfly and friendly as it gets. Her species is meant to be violent, even murderous just for the sake of being so, but Nepeta is generally agreeable to everyone around her. In a system where blood color rules supreme, Nepeta could not bring herself to care less. When romance is built on hate and pity, she can't help but admire the humans' form of love.

It's almost surprising that she wasn't culled a long time ago. Between her almost childish idealism, her constant playfulness and her appearance of happy-go-lucky innocence, she looks like the perfect target. But behind that adorable happiness is a fearsome predator. After all, there was a time she had to make it on her own. Nepeta is alert to everything around her, sensitive to change and surprises, alert to danger and ready to counter it. Before the fights always seemed like games to her—hunting was a fun, exciting sport! It would all turn out fine in the end!—but since the outbreak everything has become much more grave of an issue and she's taken all of her battles seriously.

Being raised by a cat has left Nepeta with an adoration of anything you could classify as a feline and a few mannerisms all too reminiscent of them. She plays with yarn and lights streaming in from windows, she acts as though her hands are paws, and she proudly sports her very own cat tail. She has the insatiable curiosity cats are best known for as well, being nosy about everything from something shiny right over there, to a noise or a shadow in the distance, to the relationships of those around her.

At times, though, she can seem more like a dog. The most obvious trait to fit this criteria is her previously mentioned friendliness and her eternally saccharine disposition. Nepeta is easily excitable and gets incredibly enthusiastic about whatever she happens to be engaged in at the time. She also has the commonly canine quality of loyalty, dutifully staying by her friends' sides in any and all situations. She has never been one to abandon anybody, regardless of the consequences or danger. She's almost painfully affectionate as well, and rather than showing it in the passive-aggressive gestures cats are known for, she prefers to be obnoxious and physical with hugs and clinging onto limbs and piggybacks or—her favorite—tackling her friends to the ground in a "furriendly pouncegr33t."

She isn't very confrontational otherwise, though. Rather, Nepeta prefers to steer herself and others away from conflict. She's actually great at this, which is best seen in her moirallegiance with Equius, whom she keeps pacified so that he doesn't lose control of his strength and hurt others. In exchange she receives protection, and a ground to her impulse to keep her from getting in trouble. If she's able to, she instinctively tries to pacify others rather than immediately start flipping her lid right back. However, she won't take outright physical attacks so lightly, and won't hesitate to defend herself or others.

Despite all of this, Nepeta was raised by a wild animal. At heart she's just as feral, but the strict and protective nature of her moirail has helped to calm that. And while she never actively seeks out conflict with others, she does get more prone to violence when angered and would occasionally lash out at others because she was annoyed. Since her separation from her moirail, tendencies like these have become more prominent and in general Nepeta has become a little less trusting, a little more isolated and a lot more like that wild predator she was raised as.

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THE FAMILY.
xOO < WELL, HE USED TO BEAT ME IN MORSE CODE,
SO ITS PAWSIBLE.

[/b] Her Lusus was Pounce de Leon, a very large two-mouthed cat, but she was lost early on in the outbreak.
PETS Sometimes she takes care of stray cats, but never stays with them for long.
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HISTORY
Nepeta was ordinary enough as a wiggler—a little on the small side, feisty as it got and completely unable to sit still, but nothing that hadn't been seen before. A two-mouthed cat named Pounce de Leon ended up being the one to take on the role of her Lusus and raise her. They settled in a hive that was really mostly just a cave, and from there, things went on fairly unextraordinarily. Pounce de Leon started teaching her the art of hunting when she was young, and she caught on fast. Nepeta quickly became a mighty huntress and overtime learned to take down bigger and stronger beasts. She also fell in love with roleplay at a young age, enjoying the opportunity to be somebody else (even if that somebody else was, more often than not, just herself as a cat and an even better huntress).

Life continued to carry on in that same uneventful way until she met Equius Zahhak. She'd been lurking around a small communal area when she'd met him and, being the overly-friendly little troll she was, became clingy. With time and more Trollian conversations than anyone cared to count, their friendship grew and Equius became protective of the silly little catgirl, and a declaration of moirallegiance followed.

And then life went back to the routine that Nepeta had always known. That couldn't last, though, something she found out when the infection hit. She'd found her first undead while out hunting. She wasn't sure what to make of the troll corpse that was there and eating alive one of the many beasts that roamed around her hive, but she was smart enough to know that turning and running back to her hive before it saw her was the safest thing she could do.

Upon learning that this wasn't an isolated incident or a figment of her imagination—rather, this was an entire outbreak, a borderline apocalypse—she decided the best course of action would be to get out. The area her hive was around was too full of life, of great animals in greater herds, an absolute feast for the undead. She had no doubts about what was next, either. Where else was she to go but to her moirail?

It wasn't so easy. There was absolutely no way she could leave her beloved Lusus behind, of course, and Pounce had taught her everything that she knew about hunting and survival (and she did know a lot!) so she was sure that the cat would be safe. A pair of mighty huntresses and perfect prowlers, they set out.

This was a trip she'd made before and it certainly wasn't a long one, but with danger on every corner and so much at stake, they had to go slowly. It didn't help in the end, though. They were just barely halfway there when they encountered a hoard, what seemed like hundreds of reanimated corpses of humans and trolls hungering, and they were the only two living things in sight. Nepeta knew better than to fight them and so she and Pounce ran, stumbling through the plains and looking for high ground or water or somewhere they could escape to. But Pounce wasn't as young as she used to be back in the days when Nepeta was still learning the art of hunting, and she could almost be considered ancient for just a cat. Her fastest just wasn't fast enough.

She stumbled, only slightly, but it took a beat too long to get her speed back, and the zombies had Pounce de Leon.

Nepeta had wanted to turn back and jump in, to save her Lusus, but she didn't have a chance; there were too many of them and she was dead before Nepeta even realized they had her.

And so, faster than she ever had before, Nepeta ran.

It didn't take much longer for her to find a tree and scramble up it, and while the zombies were numerous, they couldn't climb it after her if they had to. She stayed in the tree for a whole day and night before the hoard had moved on from surrounding the base of the tree, and she was ready to move again. Pounce was gone. It was a hard reality to face, but she wouldn't let herself give up. Instead she kept going, carefully as she could, until she reached her moirail's hive—only to find it abandoned and empty.

Still, she wouldn't give up. How could she? She had to believe there was something out there, or she'd go crazy. So she began to search again, constantly on the hunt for her moirail, or someone, anyone familiar. Even if Pounce was dead, and even if that little nagging voice in the back of her head said that he probably was, too, she had to keep going. That was what mattered.

(( little bits of this subject to change in case conflicts between little specifics I wrote up and little specifics Eq wrote up arise! ))



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