Kite, Cheetah

Gender: female
Age: Right around 4 years.
Species: Cheetah
*Pride: Esson
*Rank: Huntress

Eye color: I have heterochromia; one eye is a very pale, pretty blue, and the other eye is a dark, dark green. The pale blue eye twitches occasionally; I can't help it.
Body Build: A little on the bulky side, much to my disdain. Not muscle, just plain bulk. I have such short fur, too, and it's fairly awful because it's like either I have a lot of skin, or I'm really good at retaining fat. Drives me up the wall, I mean, come on! During the drought there was this whole deal with a total lack of food and I'm bulkier then everyone else. And it isn't muscle, like, it's just this smooth roundness. It's not extreme - I mean, nobody would go "oh WOW she's well fed" but it's definitely there.
Fur Length: Short. Very short.
*In-Depth Physical Appearance: I'm average-sized for a cheetah. I think I can run faster then most, maybe two or three miles per hour more? I don't know, it's just a bit faster. My strength also exceeds what you see, as I am a lot stronger then I should be for my size. I could, potentially, hold up with a tiger in a fight, though I'd rather not... for obvious reasons. My fur is pretty enough, but it's nothing amazing. I guess I'm just kind of a plain, average-looking cheetah.

Mother: None.
Father: None.
Siblings: None.
Friends: Kunabee, Sam, nice people.
Mate: Sam
Children: Ivan

Do they oppose humans?: Nahhh!
Personality: I tend to be laid-back. I'm not very easy to anger, and I'm not one to take offense. You insult me, I don't give a sh**. Hell, I don't care if you insult Sam or one of my friends. I figure they can fight for themselves. I also have a mouth that's about as clean as a pissed off Falomi's. I'm a cat, and I like to cuss. It helps me stay calm, I guess.
The one thing that you should never do is insult Ivan in any way. He's my kid, as much as he's adopted, and I'm not about to f***ing let you hurt him emotionally or physically. That's something that tips me over the edge, and I won't ever forgive you. Hurt me, hell, even hurt Sam, but don't you dare f***ing hurt the kid.
Not to say I'm not defensive with Sam. The thing is, she's really more of the 'dad' I guess when it comes to Ivan. She's more tomboy then me. I still like to chill in the camp, happily chatting away with Ivan or some mother. I like looking after kids, too. They're cute and sweet, though it is really hard to watch my mouth around them. While I go, "What in the world do you think you're doing?!" I'm thinking, "What the hell do you f***ing think you're f***ing doing?!" Hard to stay clean-mouthed around kids. Love them anyway.
And Sam. Oh damn. I did not expect to fall in love with Sam. See, I'd never really noticed, cuz I wasn't around any felines, you know? But then I met Sam, and she saved my life, and I guess love is just random. I just fell for her. And she's perfect in every way. I like being around her... it's calming. Though if she gets pissed, I get pissed too, and you're the walking dead. I'm attuned to her, and so while I am calmer then her when around her, I'm secretly pissed off and plotting your f***ing horrible death.
What can I say? It's love.

What made them decide to escape?: Well, I mean, they started doing all this testing on me. It was okay when it brought me into life, but when it's changing who I am... yeah no.
History: Humans tend to mess with everything, yeah? I'm one of their little experiments. They took a bunch of genetics from other cheetahs to see what would happen. What happened was me! And I was very happy. They were kind to me and treated me well. I was well-fed, got excersize, had a nice bed and plenty of room to run around in during the day. I was human-trained and very happy to be that way.
But then, around my second year, that all changed. They started testing on me. I found myself changing. I found myself suddenly getting faster and stronger, without increasing size. And then they injected something right above my eye, leaving it a different color and with a twitch. Another noticeable change was the one that left me hungrier and needing to eat more. Then after that, they made it so I could eat less, and still stay very healthy. The worst one, though, was the one that made me tempermental.
I mean, it was as if I was suddenly forced to be bipolar. One moment I'd be fine, smiling and happy, and then one wrong move and bam! You were under threat of death. That's when I called it quits. I'd been a laid-back, quiet person, and suddenly I was vicious and easily thrown off the edge. The first sign of escape I left.
So I was running around, trying so hard, so hard, to get rid of all the temper issues, and then finally, I snapped. I snapped because I was starving and I was digging around in some human's disgusting trash. When I saw them, I looked at them and growled, and then they used this ugly stick with a hole that shot out something. Startled I ran, but I ran towards them. They shot at me again, hitting right where my tail met the rest of my body. It lodged in there, leaving me yowling, and I fled.
I fell down at the edge of the town, and I saw another feline. I cried for help. She of course came and help me, and together we dug out the bullet - though my tail won't work right ever again. It's extraordinarily ugly there, too, as fur refuses to grow where the nasty pink and red scar stays shiney.
Her name was Sam, and I fell in love.
Later on we found poor orphaned Ivan, and adopted him. I had a family, and life was perfect.