(OOC: Had gotten a PM fro Saiai that someone was not playing who signed up; I had wanted to join but the slots were filled prior to that message, thus now, Saiai is allowing me to take that person's place in this thing)<br/><br/>(Note: Qualities slightly altered from me sending this stuff in)<br/>(EDITED ON 8-26-08)<br/><br/>Name- Jori'Altania Trashantra<br/><br/>Physical Description- Roughly six feet tall, quite a large kitty cat, a tigress to be honest. Her eyes are a strange pinkish-pearly color. Her hair is around shoulder-length, straight on all sides except for slicked down bangs, a deep orange in color, too. Her fur is a light orange with dark stripes. The undersides of her body (her belly, undersides of arms & legs, fingers, and toes) are white.<br/><br/>Her muscles are quite strong, slightly more ripped than swimmers' muscles yet just enough to look sexy and not like a guy. She typically wears a red T-shirt, dark brown slacks, and a walnut wood bracelet, along with grey short boots with darker gray buckles, yet typically goes barefoot.<br/><br/>Intelligence- Very talented in the martial arts, she seeks her Master status. She can also wield most weapons with some proficiency (though not perfect), and she is also of above average IQ, yet isn't always wise. Is a talented person in the arts of seduction and assassin's tactics. Can use typical psionics to burn, freeze, heal, shrink, grow, control minds, or paralyze. Seems to have a quasi-Irish accent; it seems to go away when either serious, or forcing self to speak 'normal'. Can lift 200 lbs, and jump 7 feet, and is very lithe like a cat should be.<br/><br/>Background- Born with a two-edged sword of a blessing and curse, Jori is a magical creature. She is one called an "Engulf" from her home-realm named Ai'Onniz. While she can wield strong PK, her Soulfire, a force allowing revival upon unnatural death, is very weak. She she cannot have one's soul come in contact with her own, she will die and lose anywhere from 10 to 30 years of her lifespan, too.<br/>To prolong natural life, an Engulf swallows whole their victims while they have life, and thus their souls come in contact, and the spirit is stored in the Engulf's subconscious mind. After exposure, the Engulf can reform the body and replace the immortal parts back into the new form.<br/><br/>Jori lived pretty much a mixed life.<br/><br/>Vore Preferences- Jori's typically a predator, but can be prey too. I've preference to her doing oral and soft vore. Unbirthing works for her too, as does something I call semi-hard vore (Jori drawing blood while swallowing whole and alive). Can soul vore... but only as a type of vore exorcism.<br/><br/>If Jori gets eaten, I'd prefer her not being anal vored or soul vored. No crap involved, either. As for sex, Jori is bisexual. She liked being dominant; her favorite positions are the 'cowgirl' with boys, and tribadism with girls.<br/><br/>Forces II<br/>Life II<br/>-------<br/><br/>It was yet another day in the life of a tigress, and it would at first prove not too fun or entertaining. 'Twas the life of a white collar paper pusher. Wake up on the weekdays, go to work at the office for about 50-75% of your time, come home.<br/><br/>Jori woke up to her alarm clock at 6:00 AM, alright... but she didn't do so much as bother with paying attention to it. Her first words of the morning: "Oh. Thunder-Bolt". With a flick of the middle finger to her temple and then toward the clock, a purplish bolt of PK energy shot forth, blasting the clock with a wave of surging static electricity, short-curcuiting it. After that, the lass smiled to herself and cuddled up in her blankets for another 10 minutes before getting up and out to her room's floor. She had slept in the nude last night -- it felt good.<br/><br/>Getting dressed after a nice shower, Jori looked out her front window. It wasn't too shabby a day out, but the bleakness of her side of town just plain and simple took from it light. Her house was a typical two-story one. With her clothes on and her boots locked up, Jori grabbed her briefcase and headed out to her workplace on a strolling pace and movement.<br/><br/>Such a haze in the air of her side of town choked her a little, but her fortitude was mighty, making her feel as if she could repel even a battleax or a copkiller bullet with one flex of the arm and with a stance of guard. This was not such a huge ail as much as a notice, however. Yet there was something odd about that morn, Jori just could not place it however, and so she just ignored such a fact.