Felicity "Firecat" Minora<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://s36.photobucket.com/user/CassyInko/media/kittypirate_zps311bbdef.jpg.html"><img alt="Image" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e42/CassyInko/kittypirate_zps311bbdef.jpg"/></a><br/><br/>Age : 22<br/>Height : Seven feet, eight inches at the top of her ears.<br/>Weight : Two hundred and ninety-four pounds, give or take<br/>Hair : Gray<br/>Eyes : Blue<br/>Skin : Tanned, with markings along her face and down the small of her back<br/><br/><br/>High Concept : Big, tough catgirl entrepreneur of the high seas! (Totally not a pirate)<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Felicity always had a lust for adventure, though during her early years, she'd never really figured out where she fit in. Her talents, at least physically, were rather impressive, and standing at nearly eight feet tall, she certainly stood out when it came to proverbially throwing her weight around. The army was too structured, though, and her temper often got her into trouble. So, she slipped away in the night, and in time, joined an adventuring group. Unfortunantely, she found she didn't quite have the knack for that either - sometimes, the 'bounty targets' they were meant to bring back just looked far, far too delicious, all tied up and helpless...especially when she was on watch...<br/><br/>Needless to say, she made quite a few people angry that their meal-tickets for the week ended up being her meal-ticket for the day.<br/><br/>After she went through a few groups (and a couple of groups went through her), she decided 'to heck with it', and took up a life of simple banditry. Noone to tell her what to do, plenty of excitement, and a full tummy more often than not. She tended to stand out, however, and as such had to constantly move from location to location, just to stay ahead of those looking to collect on the ever-increasing bounty.<br/><br/>After two and a half years on the run, she finally made a mistake. Slipping into a seaside town, she got the bright idea of boarding one of the myriad ported vessels and looting it, expecting to find gold and jewels and exotic spices from far off lands.<br/><br/>That is exactly what she found, too!....Which would have been great, had the crew, which had been on leave, not decided to start trickling in as she made her rounds of the hold. Needless to say, the overwhelming numbers and tight quarters ended up getting her caught (But not before she managed to squeeze the first mate down her throat! HAH! That'll teach him!). <br/><br/>At first, the captain - Deimos Aldran - made numerous threats to simply slit her belly open like a fish and retrieve his first mate if she didn't cough him back up. After a little talking, Felicity finally managed to talk him into a little 'challenge'. She'd cough the first mate back up, and allow him to challenge her to any single task. If she won? She'd get to not only re-devour him, but also take his place aboard the ship. If HE won, she'd fully submit herself to Deimos for anything he desired (An outright lie, but he really didn't need to know that at the time, did he?).<br/><br/>Deimos, laughing at the 'deal', seemed rather pleased by her bold statement, and simply responded "We'll do one better. You're taking his place anyway. I never did like him. Course, you mess up, I'm gonna feed you to the fish. Or, I might just take you myself."<br/><br/>Fair enough. Hey, food was food, too.<br/><br/>For the next three years, Felicity served as a female first-mate, and did a rather upstanding job. Working together with the crew, she robbed her way up and down the coast, filling her pockets with coin and filling her belly with townsfolk, farmers, and any city guard unlucky enough to cross her path. All was good. Then, it got better. Deimos ate a cannon shell during the boarding of another vessel, and in all the subsequent confusion, Felicity took his place as captain.<br/><br/>Alas, all good things had to come to an end, mainly because she simply did not quite have the mind to not snack on her crew, especially when her firey temper got the better of her. After the first dozen or so, the crew mutinied, and turned her in for a rather sizable bounty.<br/><br/>Of course, no cell can hold Felicity! Within a month's time, she'd escaped (through sheer dumb luck more than any amount of skill), and made her way into the countryside, once more turning to simple 'adventuring' until she could steal another ship and seduce another crew. Of course, her past does have a habit of catching up to her...</span><br/><br/>Trouble : Has a thing for 'Cat-food'.<br/><br/>Cat-food has a whole different meaning to Felicity. Mice? Cat-food! Fish? Cat-food! Birds? Cat-food!...and not the small, scurrying, flapping variety, either. Small animals very rarely interest her, but the sight of a mouse-boy/girl, a squirrelboy/girl, or a raccoon? Enough to make her mouth absolutely WATER with desire! Avians such as Harpies, angels, and just about anything with wings also tends to distract her to no end, and make her tummy grumble with want. Fish? Sharks, mermaids, just about anything that has a tail and flits around in water is enough to tantalize the catgirl to no end. Not only is it distracting ,but she can hardly resist finding SOME way to ensure they find a nice, snug place inside of her tummy, even going so far as to pass up more tempting opponents in order to reach them. She's not quite suicidal about it (she won't go swimming with a shark, for example), nor is she going to sit around at the base of a tree waiting on something to come down out of it...but if they're within easy reach? They have a date with a kitty!<br/><br/><br/>Aspect : Connoisseur of fine foods and beverages (She's a complete and utter glutton)<br/><br/>Rum, whiskey, grog, poisonous snakes, cane toads (That one was interesting...), you name it, she's likely drank it or eaten it. Food and drink are simple pleasures that she loves partaking in, sometimes a little too much, especially given her favorite food is 'anything that squirms'. Even during the best of times, she looks at those she doesn't know as walking rations, and sometimes simply cannot resist 'tasting' someone, no matter how important they might be.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Uuuurp. Oops, was she worth a thousand gold? Eeeh...well...did we REALLY need it?'</span><br/><br/>Aspect : Willful<br/><br/>Some call it a 'temper', but Felicity knows better! No, it's not that she has a problem with being controlled or chided, it's just that she, clearly, knows best! Not everything sets her off, and for the most part, Felicity is rather calm and in control. However, she is a rather willful girl, and the quickest way to get on her bad side is to make her do something she clearly does not want to do.<br/><br/>She did not earn the nickname 'Firecat' for nothing, after all. In her most tempermental tantrums, it's not uncommon for her to break swords, demolish armor, break chairs (Normally on someone's head), or just flat out throw people around like rag dolls (Often throwing them at someone's head...there's a trend.) Her 'set offs' seem to vary according to her intake of alcohol for the day, but one universal rule seems to be - don't call the kitty a snack.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Approaches :<br/>Forceful  - +3<br/>Felicity is a big girl, and uses both the size and inherant strength to her advantage! It also makes it so much easier to force delicious morsels down her throat.<br/>Quick - +2<br/>Despite her size, she still retains her catlike reflexes, capable of moving surprisingly quickly for such a big girl!<br/>Flashy - +2<br/>Laughing loudly during combat, making a big scene, monologues that get her shot...she does it all! Like any good pirate, she loves being flashy, and does so at every opportunity.<br/>Clever - +1<br/>She's clever enough. Whilst not exceptionally skilled with numbers or words, she's a quick thinker than can - most of the time - figure out what someone will do long before they do it.<br/>Careful - +1<br/>She's not made it this long by being entirely careless! Of course, she tends to blunder into things rather often as well...<br/>Stealthy - +0<br/>Loud, flashy, and big...stealth, she is not good at. Despite her natural feline grace, she tends to 'Ah-ha!' at just the wrong moment, or just make too much noise getting prepared to attack.<br/><br/><br/>Stunts :<br/>1 - (Forceful) My stomach is immensly tight, preventing others from finding enough leverage to damage it or climb back out. I get +2 to defense to keep someone in my stomach!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Sighing pleasantly, Felicity gave her full stomach a little pat, smirking at the vague outlines evident in the soft, brozen flesh of her belly. She could FEEL their struggles, and Mmm, how pleasant they were...alas, her immensly tight tummy prevented them from gaining any leverage, squeezed so tightly up against each other "Ahhh...see? I'm not entirely heartless. You said you've been adventuring together for years! Well, now you get to digest together, too! Ahh...young love!" Giggling to herself, the tall catgirl shouldered her blade, gazing with a cool grin at her final opponent, another catgirl, albeit much smaller than herself "I'd suggest getting gone, love. I'm thinking I could find a smidge of room in there for you, too." </span><br/><br/>2 -(Forceful) Large and in charge! I'm not exactly a small catgirl! I also tend to get REALLY mad when someone even jokes about eating me. Kicking and thrashing, I'm a tough one to get down, adding +2 defense to attempts to resist ingestion.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wiping the saliva from her face, Felicity scowled at the half-dragon, who'd clearly bitten off more than they could chew. Or, in this case, swallow "...Oh, you've gone and messed up, now. I've always wondered what dragon tastes like. Let's find out, shall we? RRRRAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!" </span><br/><br/>Fate points  : 3/3<br/><br/><br/>((Yeah, I likely totally over did it...but I just felt so silly writing some of this I couldn't stop. x3))