Hey there guys, amazing characters so far, looking great here is my main character.<br/><br/>Name: Catherine Elizabeth<br/><br/>Age: 437<br/><br/>Race: Werepanther<br/><br/>Appearance:<br/><br/>(http://s11.bdbphotos.com/images/orig/a/e/aello2h7iwylly7.jpg)<br/><br/>Human form decription:<br/>Height:  6’2<br/>Weight: 165 lbs<br/>Eyes: large, Dark brown<br/>Hair: Slightly past shoulder length, brown(changes frequently)<br/>Body:  curvaceous, well muscled, several tribal tattoos, dark well tanned skin.<br/><br/>Her pure feline form is that of an excessively large black panther with golden tinged green eyes.<br/>Her hybrid form reaches almost 10 feet in height though is similarly covered in black fur with those tell tale feline eyes.<br/><br/>Orientation: She had never found anyone she has truly connected with enough to know her orientation but if she did find someone, she would not let a little thing like gender get in her way.<br/><br/>Station: Clan Shaman, medicine woman. She also enjoys participating in the hunts when she has time.<br/><br/>Weapons:  Dual wielded chain whips similar to this:<br/>(http://www.swords24.eu/images/products/en/9_Section_Whip_Chain_KungFu.jpg)<br/>The knives on the ends are made of silver, she also keeps a silver dagger on her for close quarters fighting.<br/><br/>Special abilities: she continually finds herself to be capable of new and exciting things but she also does not test this. She knows that being a shaman gives her a deep connection with nature and power from nature as well but she feels it unwise to use these abilities when not direly needed as she does not like wasting natures energy.<br/><br/>Description:  Catherine is exceptionally tall and always seems to dress in tight clothes that won’t impede her movement she has little or no regard for her physical appearance so often her outfits seem odd or mismatched. Being a shaman with such a ferocious underlying nature she is a bit rough around the edges, her patients will tell you that her bedside manner is atrocious, she always says what she thinks and feels if she says anything at all. Her temper is near legendary; those most liable to set her off are those she cares for most putting themselves in danger. Her body is sturdy and though curvaceous, still perfect for battle and well muscled, she uses her physical training to aid in controlling her inner beast. She spends much of her time communing with nature to keep her wild side under control, when her medical services are not needed.<br/><br/>Personality: First, she is kind and loving to her pack mates, this is often hard to tell though because of all the grumbling and complaining she does, she couldn’t let people get the wrong idea and have them think she is actually nice, so though she will do whatever she can to help she will grumble about it the entire time. She tends her pack mates when they are wounded or in need of any medical attention and she also tends them spiritually. She has a whimsical sense of humor and thrives on life always comfortable with herself and her surroundings, though her love is a tough love, expect to be smacked around a bit if you are close to her. Things have changed considerably here in the last few days but she is ready to care for the other clans medically to the best of her knowledge, and she could never turn away healing someone’s spiritual side (even if they do not think of it in that way) what interaction she has had with those outside of her pack is usually to learn more about how to care for them medically. She can most easily treat the humans as what schooling she has had has been to treat them though she shuns many of the human medical practices, such as bleeding and leeching. To those hostile to her pack or friends she is a lethal weapon of death, diplomacy not really her strong point, she is learning to hold her tongue and tries not to let her temper get the better of her, if she cannot say what she thinks she tries not to say anything at all.<br/><br/>Biography: Catherine was born to Elana, a hard working tavern girl, famous for her dancing and Jeremiah, an amazing wood crafter. Of course it is easy for the were’s to be amazing in comparison to humans. They lived in a small village until the wars broke out and they were going to send her father Jeremiah to fight, which of course he could not do, it would expose his secret and endanger his wife and daughter. So they packed up Catherine and went back to live with the clan, her father Jeremiah had to formally apologize to his father. Though life was good Catherine never really got along with the other kids, she was still socially awkward. Her mother tried to channel Catherine’s energy into dance and though she took to dancing as a fish takes to water it did nothing to help her temper.<br/>This awkwardness only increased as she got older and her temper started becoming evident. Not knowing what to do with her they eagerly accepted the weapon masters suggestion to have her train under him as some of the other kids were doing. Catherine found that focusing her energies into her training helped, being stubborn she picked the weapon her master told her was the hardest to conquer. It was the injuries she sustained training with her chain whips that lead to her medical studies. A normal blade does not leave a cut for long on a were but a cut from a silver blade took a long time to heal and often would benefit from stitches. She applied her growing medical knowledge to her fighting style to make it more lethal. She coated the blades of her chain whips in silver to help herself better learn from her mistakes.  She also sought more medical knowledge from the humans, there were those in the clan that lead a double life, living amongst people and they helped her by bringing her medical tomes to study. The current clan shaman, Anek took notice of her studies and went to talk with the weapons master. It was from this conversation that her tutelage transferred to the path of a shaman though she never stopped her weapons training entirely. Thanks to Anek she bonded with nature as she had never been able to with any were and it calmed her. She learned how to perform surgery on weres using silver implements in the rare cases it was needed and how to use many plants to heal. As well as how to guide and heal people mentally, many maladies of the mind can be caused by the rough times we live in. She continued training in this way until she was three hundred years old. It was then that Anek went to tend to a pack that had lost their Shaman. Though she was not certain she was ready she threw herself fully into her new role, determined to be everything her pack needed of her.<br/>