I Ate the Mythology ... & Dreamt

Name: Katherine Feraldi
Title: R'Katherine Sa'Feraldi Lo'Sanctuary
(translate longnames here)
Aliases: Mistress Feraldi, The Wanderer

Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Appears: 21
Hair: A fairly dark chocolate brown, though on occasion and apparently at her will it looks to be black instead. Always a brunette.
Skin: Covered in downy fur, though a pale white that was completely devoid of pigment except for a span about her eyes. That much was a void-like black, as were her lips.
Eyes: The same chocolate brown as her hair.
Height: About average, though some call her short regardless.
Weight: A bit below the average, making her look somewhat underfed. However this is simply her natural look.
Species: Domestic Feline
Race: Morph (aslo known as anthros or furres)
Appearance:
     Pallid is she, downy fur flocking her from brow to booted feet. She was that pure white often seen in such things as snow powder, only her mane and a circle of flesh about her eyes any different. It would look as though she wore makeup of the gloomy sort, lips tinted a soft black and the same hue looking to have been brushed about her eyes. This was natural though, regardless of how odd it appeared. At least the hue of eyes and mane were a deep natural brown... though often enough the latter was dyed to match her 'makeup'.
     Now her size was something as well, the femme actually a tad shorter than what was considered the norm. She was also built somewhat on the smallish side, though what muscle she had was toned due to her constant travels and the exertions that came as a part of that. She was no little push-over, and a fairly spry creature to boot.
     Now her clothing was, rather simply, exotic. Day by day her fashions varied from the simple and functional, to the rediculously decorative. She made a game of wearing her outfits, many acquired from the various worlds in which she'd visited. Always in her travels though she wore hardy boots, and often as not wore thick gloves as well that reached at least to her elbow. Too often were raptors used as messenger birds... and she'd rather have a glove along than have her arm shredded by the massive talons the hunting birds posessed. Shirt was often a loose one of rennaisance make, the sleeves ballooning where they tucked about her gloves. It was something of a classical 'pirate shirt'. Pants were often tights so as to avoid catching on foliage or anything else inconvenient, and about her waist was wrapped something like unto a cross between a belt and a corset. It was too large to be one, and too small to be the either really. Either way, it kept her clothing trim against her figure.
(Think of Meg's outfit in the last scene of Phantom of the Opera.)

Alignment: Nuetral Good

Profession: Keeper of the Sanctuary
Side-Job: Wanderer, Tamer, Protector

Personality:
In the case of other humans and their kin, Feraldi is unfortunately lacking in social skills. Whilst entranced by puzzle ad the like and thus by nature helpful on hunts... the femme simply finds herself uncomfortable about other 'people'. Such concepts as greed are beyond her, as is personal gain. It's these base things as well as the nervousness most beings exhibit towards the animals that cause her discomfort, making her feel rather dramatically estranged. The human logic that most acquire as they're raised was simply not taught to this one, causing base differences that not only make her uncomfortable, but often make others feel odd about her as well.
     Now it is in the company of those considered 'beasts' that Feraldi finds herself within her element. Where people find her strange, it's the animals that welcome her and her constant attempts to communicate with them. Always she presents herself as non-threatening, her mannerisms far easier for those of four (or more) legs to understand and find themselves at ease with. It's in social interactions with the animals that she finds herself comforted, be it the soothing grooming of something as mundane as a horse, or a deep and intellectual conversation with something as grand as a dragon. To these beings she comes across as remarkably friendly, and in any and all cases almost unbelievably willing to please. She lives to do for these beings, and loves every moment spent alongside them.

Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown

Summarized History: For many years has Feraldi travelled, an odd knack for finding the rifts between worlds leading her on from place to place. Her own easy hand with animals earns her many a companion in her travels, many willing to follow her all the way back to this world. Some on the other hand were purchased, though all are treated well... and some better than they deserve. Fera designs herself here and the Mistress of the animals, able to communicate and reason with each and every one.

Special Abilities:
Feraldi's only true advantage in her exploits can be described as nothing but luck. An innate sense of the flow between worlds allows her with ease to locate doorways, portals, and wormholes. She also has a knack for picking up items that just happen to be useful later on... particularly those that posess travelling magics. There's no real way to explain this as it's an unconcious thing, and something that in all reality she believes to be normal. She finds it puzzling that others don't simply do what to her is easy and just 'makes sense'. Why not pick up that shiny rock there? Sure- it's just a rock... but it shone so nicely when the sun hit it. And now it turns out to be the key to one of the puzzles she's squared up against.