Vice // Jaguar

[I L Y I C H]

Name: Vice
Gender: female
Age: 3 years 6 months
Species: melanistic jaguar



Eye color: pale tawny/gold
Body Build: strong, robust, jaguar like
Fur Length: average



Mother: N/a
Father: N/a
Siblings: Fallon
Friends: N/a
Mate: Daniel
Children: N/a



Do they oppose humans?: Kinda sorta maybe?
Personality:

Hesitant in all things. Careful about thinking every action through. Fearful of consequences. As a child the girl was trained as any folami cub was, to make sure she lived longer. To be sure she was a bigger threat and thus a better tool. Her every move was haunted by blood or damage and it altered her otherwise kind personality. Vice is not the cat to jump head long into things, she fears the hidden snake far too much. Every action has various negative reactions, and she'd rather known the previously then learn them when they took her head off.

Soft in her demeanor. Kind in her actions. Vice isn't a harmful animal, and would never try to injure another. But her peaceful demeanor dose not stop her from being violent when necessary, though it may have her flinch before biting back. She fights very hard to keep a joyful personality, if not one of silent peace. Vice honestly cares for most people, its just who she is. She has a very broken sort of kindness. She knows she herself has had very little joy pointed towards her, so she tried to radiate it. There is nothing worse then being hated.

Secretly extremely cynical. Though she hopes for the very best she expects nothing more then the very worst. Her view on the world is a tentative whimper of worry. Everyone is an enemy until proven otherwise. She will still be kind to them, its simply a matter of trust. Trust is a thing she gives to very few people, and is a thing she never gives back once its been revoked. Despite this gray sky always state of mind the woman has a childish longing for peace. Absolute peace. What she wouldn't do for peace.

Absolute trust is a thing she gives extremely rarely and at this time rests only on the shoulders of her forbidden lover. Vice's state of absolute trust is one of undying love. Never would she let that individual fall under any odds. She has taken them into herself, and if they die then she shall too. The only people who can really hurt her are these people. Every word out of their mouths is taken as absolute truth. Never would they lie to her, and even if they did then she earned it somehow. Its a rather twisted way of thinking but she has so few of these people...

Extremely awkward. She was never introduced to social climates, and so she and her brother decided what was the norm and what was rude. Still she says things that don't quiet make sense. Still she finds it very hard to voice her emotions, as such things had been off limits for a very long portion of her life.

What made them decide to escape?: Folami named Daniel
History:
Born to real parents then traded to people-
She can't remember what her mother smelt like, she never met her father. That would be problematic, the children learning just how horrid their lives would be. She grew up in the hands of milk giving humans just as all lab born folami are. She was raised as a bottle fed start up kitten with a cougar who though not truly her brother could be counted as such. At the age of three months they were taken from their warm home and placed in a cage just large enough for them to share.

Born only to be a training aperture-
They had both been bred simply to be killed. After they themselves had been used thoroughly and bred to create the next generations of concentration camp workers. Vice and Fallon were trained and tested furiously before they even met a folami. They must be ready, the humans stated, to face the monsters and live at least one round. Other wise all of man's hard work would be in vain. All of man's precious work would be in vain. At the age of eleven months they had been deemed ready for slaughter. Or at least some horrid death by beating. Fallon and Vice had little hope for the future after seeing some of the animals drug from the farther side of the lab.

Becomes friends with Corporal -
Shoved into a cage, a slightly larger one though, the 'siblings' found themselves situated next to the oddest thing they had ever seen. A cat? With a short tail and sharp ears and the weirdest nose. They were rather sharply informed that he was a Folami, not a cat. And his name was Corporal.Unimpressed by this statement the far more courageous Fallon started badgering the large creature, and for the next few weeks Vice found herself regularly admonishing her brother and apologizing for him. They became good friends, the lot of them despite palpable differences. Its hard not to enjoy company when you've been stuck in a cage with someone as mental as Fallon for so long.

play date-
The first day was horrid. Fallon was almost gutted. Vice almost found herself paralyzed by a broken back. if the felines had been trained to guard and attack directly the canines had been taught to be as ruthless and cunning as possible. They didn't stand a chance. at the age of two, after a year of brutal usage, Fallon died under the fangs of a rather cruel woman. They drug his limp ragged form right past his sister's nose. Cruel inhumane monsters. Thats what humans were. She herself would be used for another year. Another god damn year. Slowly but surly her hopeful shell would start to crack.

death to the... wait-
At the age of three she set up shop in the elder section of the lab. Older, if two to three could be considered old, Folami rested on their happy arses, eying her with interest as she was set in their midst. Her cage was set beside that of a gray toned man, who called himself Daniel. The both avoided one another as much as possible. It made no sense to become friends, Corporal had proven that to her. He was gone, but she was not. His playful banter was cold as ice in her ears. It was all fake after all. but after a month of utter silence the woman gave in to the simple urge to speak, and broke conversation with the dog. It was odd to see that they could actually be friends in this hell on earth.

My sunshine... my only sunshine-
Then one day, one horrid cold as ice day she lifted her tired scared head to find Daniel at the wrong side of the ring. Her body shrunk in on itself. So today would be the day friendship meant nothing. Corporal had done this as well, hurting her badly then speaking to her again as if nothing had happened. She knew she would never be able to speak with Daniel again after this beating, if nothing else then from shame. Vice dropped her eyes, and after a minute of nothing she looked up again. He was not attacking. Her heart fidgeted in its frozen hole. he wasn't going to hurt her? She moved towards him, limping slightly. He wasn't attacking. They were taken from the ring after half an hour of simply sitting beside one another. They would both be hurt horribly for this. She knew they would.

hello bitchy world-
What seemed like hours was only minutes, she was too tired to be beaten severely without killing her. And they wouldn't do that that would be inhumane. In her weak limp the woman did not pay attention to the yells, the men often yelled during the battles. It wasn't until that shocking voice cried in her ears that she realized what was going on. Run! Run! Such an amazing thing those words, and coming from her best friends mouth. She took off after Daniel, running as hard as she could on a week old untended ligament tear. They made it out, into the fields, into the woods, away. They made it away. And over the next few months the feline found herself setting her very heart into the boy's hands. He would be trusted with all. He was everything. And some day she would prove that to him.

Side notes for Ily:
theme songs! -for graphics-

• Beauty and the tragedy by Trading Yesterday
  
• Syndicate by The Fray
  
• Landslide by Stevie Nicks
  
• Wonderwall by Oasis
  
• Still waiting by Sum41
  
• Beauty from pain by Superchick