Soren Raquel

NAME: Soren Raquel
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Iriomote Cat/Civet Cat Hybrid
NOMIVORE: Hybrid
ROLE: Student/Mafia
SCHOOL: Leftstone Public School
CLASS: 2-A

POSITIVE TRAITS
>Fair-minded
>Intuitive
>Sophisticated
>Shrewd

NEGATIVE TRAITS
>Dauntless
>Bold
>Predatory
>Eccentric

LIKES
>The arts
>Luxuries
>Her 'family'
>Toying with others

DISLIKES
>Over-confidence
>Betrayal
>Autobiographies
>Disrupted Naps

Soren is an atypical 'feline', boasting the usual amounts of excessive curiosity while hiding it well under a graceful and seemingly apathetic or coy guise. She grew up on luxuries rarely afforded to those of the underworld which has made her more perceptive then vain. It may be due to this that she doesn't judge a book by its cover, not even their actions; but rather a period in which she studies those who pop up more than once. She's one for psycho-analyzing others, a social butterfly if only so she can amuse herself with other peoples' reactions.

It might seem obvious but despite the girl's willy-nilly 'need' to throw herself into dangerous situations, she does have some self-preservation. Relying heavily on her instincts combined with some bits of logic, as the situation demands usually; Soren is a runner rather than a fighter. The crow who messed with the eagle- she isn't one to overextend herself or keep herself in situations she knows she won't be able to escape from. There's no illusion in her mind as to where her place in nomivore society is. By fortune alone she seems to have channeled a good chunk of her natural sadism into something more clever. A relentless manipulator or as an outrageous showman, again the situations will temper her acting skills.

Yet for all her bolster and bluffing, Soren is a surprisingly loyal creature. Even with her natural solitude-seeking instincts or that feline bravado making itself known. She helps her friends, helps their families if she's asked; and sometimes even tries to bring 'outsiders' under her wing.

If someone were to ask her then she'd admit that even she thinks she's foolish but the girl does have a dream where folks can band together to create a society where they're as comfortable in the light as they are in the dark. Carnivore oppression rears its ugly head just as obviously as hybrid rejection to her- and it's all an ugly hypocritical mess to her. A hopeless dream? Most likely. It's still her dream in the end though which is why she'll still try her damndest to reach farther than her little arms thought possible. After all, when one is at the very bottom the only way to go is up.

HEIGHT: 4'2"
WEIGHT: 78lbs
EYE COLOR: Bright Amber
FUR COLOR: Silver brindle with several with spots along her shoulders, upper arms, and tail. Cloudy stripes line the top of her head and back. Black bands cover her forearms and her knees down.
FACECLAIM NAME: OC
FACECLAIM SERIES: N/A

Deceptively normal looking, one wouldn't think Soren is a hybrid unless they knew the specifics of her parents' species. Physically, she has her mother's thick boned, muscular structure yet her father's slim grace which leaves her at a smooth in-between. Having the silver brindle of her mother along with her cloudy markings running from the top of her head, down her back along with various spots dotting her arms and legs. Her father's genes have left her with 'gloves' and 'socks' of a deeper, darker grey. She also possesses her father's half mask of darkness.

Her hands are relatively large for a small mammal like herself, taking after her mother in that respect and yet they still maintain the flexibility of her father. Her legs would reveal her oddity but then again, folks would probably need to know the difference between her parents. She's inherited her mother's strong, land-based legs but the bones have that extra 'tree-climbing' agility that her father's would be known for. Only her tail remains on one side with its thick, shorter Iriomote dna. For birthmarks, she considers the white dots behind her ears (like a tiger's in her words) to be her marks of glory. More uniquely, the girl's eyelashes and eyebrows are pure white like her fingers.

It isn't until someone looks into her mouth that they'll notice her oddity. Her prominent canines stick out like sabers but it's her molars that differentiate her from a typical feline. With sharp outer edges, her molars are round down to smooth surfaces as an omnivores will tend to do. The girl does also have the biological tendency to smell like flowers... and she does have her father's ability to make the infamous kopi luwak. It should be noted that Soren does have naturally long fur but she trims it down almost religiously. Alternatively, she doesn't trim down her claws like she should so they end up at a full, lethal feline's length. She does paint her claws black though, including the ones on her feet.

It's questionable as to whether Soren had been born under a star of fortune. Her mother, once destined to be married off into some hoity-toity (but very well-off and respectable) Iriomote family; had ran away from home long before her daughter had been a thought. At some point, by her mother's words; she'd caught the eye of a relatively large mobster family in the depths of society where she'd later found refuge before she'd ever met Soren's father. As to how that happened- the hybrid never learned, her father always shrugged the question off while her mother would giggle like an insane woman.

Onto the girl herself, Soren had been born under the grace of having both a large 'feline family' and her father's conglomerate. While her mother never married her father, he had a wife actually (and a pair of pure blood civet twins); she never found herself wanting for a life with her father. To her, the Family had been her true home and the ones who accepted her despite the societal taboos. She never learned the life of an orphan like so many other hybrids and she didn't know about the oppression her kind suffered until much later and even then, not by her own experience.

The Family treated her kindly, watched over her much more regularly then her own mother. To them, she was a sprout who would grow gems if they raised her right, and boy did the Godfather insist on dipping her into the most extravagant of his powers to ensure that. On the many days her mother would leave her in their care so she could go gallivanting off with her rare-breed loving father, Soren often forced her babysitters to romp about with her. Games of chase, very light wrestling (can you imagine a jaguar taking a tiny hybrid seriously?), simple games words games- the girl always had someone to fill her time. Truthfully, Soren never quite understood why she had been so prized by the feline family, not to mention why they liked her mother so much; but it turned out quite well for her when trouble was brewing. No one dared to pick on their 'daughter' after all, their 'little sister' rarely found herself at the mercy of pelt-collectors or some eccentric 'snacker'- and when she did, well... the boss had quite the collections of rugs to choose from.

Maybe it was due to the love she felt from the Family that she never tried to venture out of the Black Market's depths until she was a fair bit older. At the time she'd been able to go to school but Soren hadn't thought of that for favor of the Godfather's lessons. But not everything can be as one wishes, especially when one's very prominent and valued partner of a father comes calling. IT had been a surprise to hear from the male, though; later she learned that he simply loved the designs of her coat and basically proved to bribe for her to visit. Whether or not he treated her better then his legal wife's children, she didn't know; she did know that he spent far more time with her mother than his own wife. Fancy that. At least it paid out so that his hybrid daughter could learn the etiquette and finer luxuries of high society- even if it had been through tutors and disguised visits.

Years hopping between the high class society of her father's life and the relatively sophisticated crime the Family offered, Soren grew to know the high-ends of both sides. Found herself wanting to share more then covet, wanting reach out to lesser souls who wanted more than a life of dirt but had the loyalty to make themselves worth the heartache. She couldn't help but feel pity for the Carnivores who had to force masks on themselves in order to not be lynched. She was outraged when she saw her fellow hybrids, a little daycare for mixed children; bullied by their pure-blood neighbors. Only once did she ever hear her mother thank her lucky stars that her little Soren looked positively 'feline'.

It was from those feelings that Soren strove to learn more, experience more, dip her claws into every little thing that she could. She tried to see if she could enter Cherryton but her mother was well known in the Black Market and therfore- she was. That left her with only the more open-minded of options. It didn't deter the girl however as she dove head first into new territories. School was far easier then dealing with merchants, she'd admit; but it was the people that gave her drive to surpass and succeed. Ambitious? Hardly. The girl was simply driven for her very pure and very foolish dream.

But hey, if you can aim high you might as well reach higher than the stars.

Messenger bag > for all her schooling and lugging needs.

SPECIES: Hybrid (50% Iriomote Cat x 50% Asian Palm Civet)
SPECIES FAMILY: Felidae x Viverridae
SPECIES SCIENTIFIC NAME: P.b. iriomotensis x P.hermaphroditus
SPECIES DESCRIPTION: The mix of a Carnivore and an Omnivore, Soren has inherited the solid muscularity of her mother while keeping the flexibly litheness of her father. Taking an equal measure from both worlds has left Soren looking much more like a normal feline with the exception of her bone flexibility, teeth and markings.

With the combination of her arboreal and terrestrial ancestry, Soren is an agile little bugger. Granted she's a relatively decent swimmer but she won't outmatch anyone with webbing or fins. Her small mammalian size allows her to squeeze into smaller spots or vault through tricky areas. Her claws are particularly bent toward feline lethality, her shorter thick tail meant to balance her heavier bone structure and thicker muscle mass.

SKILL NAME: Parkour
SKILL TIER Layman
SKILL RANK: Amateur
SKILL DESCRIPTION: Developed in the endless terrains of the Urban city Soren is able to vault, climb, jump, and otherwise create a path for herself when there seems to be none. If need be she can semi-dodge around folks who are much larger than herself but its still risky even with her short tail.

SKILL NAME: In the Spotlight
SKILL TIER Layman
SKILL RANK: Amateur
SKILL DESCRIPTION: Being raised under a rarity-loving father who loved to shower his rare breed daughter with lessons meant for higher society has given Soren the pizzazz to stand out. She can gain the attention of others with a word or an action with a dramatic flair.

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