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Age: Unknown
Race: Neko
Religion: Natorino
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 125 lbs
Original: Yes
Origin: Dragon Lords
Appearance:
Adrasteia is very short and very slender. Her hair falls down to her shoulders, and is straight. Her eyes are a light brown and her skin is furry. For a Neko, she’s very humanoid. Her hands and her feet are shaped like humans, but she has a long tail and cat-like ears. It’s very obvious she’s a Neko. Her clothing is tight fitting. She wears a black tank top and black, baggy pants. Her boots are underneath, concealing her extra weapons.
In her pocket, she keeps her sacred stones. She hasn’t quite figured out how to use them, but she knows she has one for earth, air, fire and water/ice. She also occasionally dons a hooded cloak that she keeps in her satchel that her 'father' gave her. It's dark green. She wears it when she's in a city, or when it's raining.
Weapons:
Adrasteia’s favorite weapons are her claws. They’re about three feet in length; the curve begins about half way down the blades. These claws are her pride. Their hilts are at her side. In order to release the claws, she has to put her hands into the arm rests and press a button to lock her arms into place, and then she simply has to raise her arms. To release her arms from her claws, she simply has to push the same button to release.
Behind her back rests a pair of basic sabers. Also, if one takes a close look at her boots, they’ll notice that the outside is covered in knuckles of different shapes and claw sizes loosely tied on. Her fingernails and toenails can be used as weapons if worst comes to worst.
Strengths:
Adrasteia loves to fight. Adrasteia is extremely agile and quick. Her moves are mainly slashes, making it easy for her to get in and out. She takes advantage of every opportunity to hit or not hit.
Also: The angrier she gets, the more likely it is for her to berserk (This is both a strength and a weakness).
When Adrasteia goes into a berserker mode, it's usually when she is very angry. A rush of adrenaline pumps through her veins and makes her return to a more...primitive state; generally resulting in the loss of weapons and the use of what the creator has given her long fingernails and teeth. She's more cat-like. She can't really think too logically during this stage.
Weaknesses:
In terms of magic resistance, Adrasteia cannot defend herself against magic. She can usually dodge the attack, or take it lightly, but she cannot take a full hit of anything magical.
Physically, Adrasteia cannot take very big hits either. She took out her defense to make herself more agile and swift.
Biography:
Adrasteia doesn’t remember much of her childhood before she was sold to a band of travelling merchants. Her parents couldn’t afford to keep her or her siblings, so they were sold, separately. Ever since, Adrasteia has known nothing but seclusion. Sold into slavery, she grew up selling food and trinkets to villagers all over the world. She grew up knowing the land and its people.
Around adolescent-hood, her band of travelling merchants was attacked by a band of rogues.
Amidst the chaos, she saw freedom. She saw those who enslaved her perish. She felt extremely happy. Then, she saw a wooden bat speeding towards her face.
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When she awoke, she found herself lying on a dirt floor in a windowless room.
“Is this all there is? I go from slavery to being in an anonymous room? So much for improvement,” She thought.
After a few hours went by, a cloaked elf came into the room and knelt down next to Adrasteia. After a few awkward moments, the elf stood up and spoke with disdain.
“Out of everyone there, why did we save a cat?”
Adrasteia sat there silently. Tears began to swell up in her eyes. She felt the end was coming here. She began to clench her fists, preparing for something. A fight, death; she wasn’t sure.
“So silent. Do you know how to talk, kitty?”
Adrasteia sat there silently, she felt the tears rolling down her face. The fur on her neck raised up.
“Let me take a look at you.” The elf knelt back down and grabbed her arm. “Furry, but your features are human-like. You have long fingernails, but human hands. Your face is pretty, and human like, except for the whiskers and ears. A furry human. A young one at that. Tell me, what do you know.”
“I’ve been a slave all my life, sir,” Adrasteia mumbled. “I know the geography of this land quite well, but I don’t know much about the outside world. I was kept in a cage. I grew up eating scraps.”
“Not anymore. From now on, you will be my apprentice. You’re still a slave, but I will teach you everything, from reading and writing to fighting. You will know when you are free.”
“And what would make you think I would agree to this?” she asked coldly. “You’ve kidnapped me against my will. What gives you the right to do this to me?”
“Because you know nothing else, Cat.”
Adrasteia looked up at the elf. His face was scarred, his eyes were old. She had no choice but to agree.
In the years that passed, she lived in a cottage in the middle of a forest. He kept his promise, teaching her everything from reading and writing to fighting. There would be days he’d disappear. In those days, he left her to scrub his cottage and stock up on firewood.
He also taught her how to make weapons, heal wounds without magic, and to communicate with everything around her, including the plants and the air.
Every day they worked on fighting, he would ask, “Do you feel you are free yet?”
Her answer was the same. “Not yet.”
Not yet. She analyzed the conversation. His words rung in her ears.
When she was around the age of twenty, she realized that she was free all along. And she never saw it because she looked to him as a father. Surprisingly loyal to the one who ‘enslaved’ her, she finally knew what freedom was.
One evening, at dinner, her Master didn’t look up from his plate.
“How long have you known?” He asked this question sadly.
“Known about what, sir?” Adrasteia asked with curiosity.
“Your freedom.”
Silence.
“How long, Adrasteia.”
“A few months…sir.”
“Then you are ready. You are more than welcome to stay or go. If you are planning to stay, just know that something is coming. Something you cannot stop.”
“Sir, you are the only person I know that has shown me kindness. You’ve never told me your name or why kept me alive, but you’ve always been so kind, yet so strict. Like a true father. You raised me when you did not have to. Why I’d want to leave that is beyond me. Keep teaching me until that something comes. Please?”
He simply nodded sadly and excused himself from dinner.
Several more years passed.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Then the door got kicked in.
An attack?
Why?
She grabbed her claws and was getting ready to begin tearing through flesh when her Master stepped in her way.
“This is what I spoke about. You cannot stop this. They came here to take me away. Unfortunately for them, I’d rather die. Go, out the door. You’re suited up. Go, but know you will never see me again after this day.”
“I want to fight,” she said angrily. Barring her teeth, she glared into his eyes.
“Not. This. Time. You will have a promising life after you leave. Take this and go. Don’t look in it until after you are out of the forest. Then you will understand.” He handed her a giant back pack.
She nodded and left. Taking the side satchel with her.
The most important thing to her had died.
Alone again. When she made it to the nearest village, she paid for a night, and opened the backpack in her room. Inside, there were his sacred stones, imbued with the energy of the elements, several rituals scribbled on paper, several maps, money, and a note reading:
Adrasteia,
If you have this satchel, you have learned how you have always been free with me and that I am dead.
You were a very good student. And with this, I leave you some secrets of the earth around you. You, my Daughter, are a Neko.
I know you will be able to live a good life without me. You are an amazing fighter, and your knowledge of this land will give you more than enough hunting grounds should you decide to stay away from social life.
She put the note down in her lap.
“Alone again,” she thought.
Edited by Steel Samurai, 31 July 2008 - 12:19 AM.
