Adalgisa wrote:
Hello tealaleaf, I'm Adalgisa! You may have seen me around the fan club c: I am the owner of three foxers, two female, Drizzle and Fayette and one male, Calcifer. All three are non-nursery and I have taken this form into great consideration considering that I only have one slot left for a main adopt foxerfly. I really feel a connection with this shy little cat and will certainly have fun making this form and exploring her personality! Thanks for the opportunity c:
The owner she was born to named her Francesca Fluff-Muffin la Crème. She actually doesn't dislike her name as most of her siblings do. She just prefers to be called by her nickname, "Chess" (or "Chessi"~ to her bff only), as her full name is so long and she is hiding from her siblings so she doesn't like to give it out. Plus, I think that this shortened name really fits better with her personality.
I hope that you don't mind that I did a personality story!
cat like ◊ strikes back out of fear ◊ interested by life ◊ nervous ◊ fearful ◊ shy ◊ scathingly witty ◊ calculated
White
Waking up in a strange place is every persons worst nightmare, and it's one that Chess falls asleep dreading every night. It started happening when she was very young but she didn't put the pieces together until years later. Every morning she wakes up to find that she's not in her bed and has no memory since she fell asleep. Always dressed in black when she awakens it was a mystery to her what happened until she ran away from her family and saw the world for the first time.
Chess grew up in a very sheltered home where she had little to no outside contact. It is one of the reasons that she is so skittish around people, the other is a reason far less pleasant. Most foxers are thrilled to find their Talent, their special something in life, but Chess is quite the opposite. She would do anything to escape her fate. She ran away when she was nineteen and only then realized that she hadn't been Talentless for over a year. On her first night alone she crept up to a shop window so that she was under the awning and out of the light drizzle. Inside she could see and read captions on the managers television. There was a crime report about a mysterious killer known by all as The Slasher. For the last year this criminal had gone un-caught, quick and agile, she had escaped all forms of imprisonment. And no one had ever seen her face. She was always dressed in black with a long flowing cape and mask and only worked in the dark of night. Her name originated from her weapon of choice; silver claws strapped to her fingers with which, like her name entails, she slashed. The only people she goes after are the ones that she deems worthy. She writes over every fallen victim "Nine strikes and you're out" along with a list of the nine reasons. Even after getting a job in a nice, quiet library, and finding an inexpensive dive to call home, this news report stated in Chess' mind. She began to piece together a second story of her life that was far more horrific than she had ever dreamed. She was The Slasher. As she realized this she began to panic. She became even more nervous than she already was and suffered anxiety attacks whenever she was surrounded by people. She instantly dropped all connections that she had tried so hard to make, quit her job, and hid herself away while she thought her life through. She decided that she would turn herself in. She had always had a noble streak and in that moment it shone through and so that is what she did. The only problem was, no one would believe her. In the daytime she was so shy and skittish, how could she be a ruthless killer?
Her resolve gone she spent her days wandering the park and checking the news every night to see the crimes that she had committed. She made herself watch, and if she could, even go to the crime scene and see the carnage for herself. She had done this and she had to own up to it, but she didn't know what to do. No one would believe her, so why bother? She tried to avoid people in case anyone should ever recognize her and instead watched them. She liked people watching and made it a sort of game to pass the time apart from knitting. She would just lie in the park in the sun and pretend that she was like one of the people walking by, not a care in the world. If only. When she met her best friend her brought new insight to her life, gave her hope that she could stop herself. She had even tried locking herself in a room from the outside, and grew sullen and resigned. Finding a friend gave her the courage she needed to prevail. She couldn't let him or anyone else be hurt by her, she would have to catch herself somehow.
Checkmate. She would have to come at herself from her night self's hottest pursuers. The police. She had gone to them before hoping that they could do something and came up empty handed. Now, she knew she would have to get the answers herself, but preferably with their help and resources. Enrolling in the police academy was, in a way, giving back for all of the lives she had taken. She would never be able to forgive herself, she could never make those people live again, but she could save others. Even though it wasn't in her nature to go towards danger, she made herself continue with her studies and join the police force. By collecting evidence from her past crimes and noting where she wakes up every morning, she hopes to lead the police to herself so that she may finally be tried for her crimes.
Black: If a cat all in black should cross your path...
*crackly newscaster voice* "Another victim of The Slasher was found in an alleyway this morning. On a small slip of paper in his hand were written the words "Nine isn't your lucky number" resembling the quote on a fortune cookie. The man's identity cannot be released for security reasons but his family pleads for revenge against his killer. Police have no further evidence as to the identity of The Slasher but asks that the citizens of the area to never walk alone at night. So far this criminal seems to like working in back alleyways of busy streets, so avoid these areas after midnight at all costs. It has been determined that The Slasher appears to be a woman from examining the script and form of writing of The Slasher and it is known that she wears a large dark cloak with blue butterfly clips. If anyone has any information on this case please contact your local police immediately."
...Run.
"I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others."
~ The Black Cat by Edgar Allen Poe
Chess' best friend is Amandus (owned by hdmwolf). Chess is very picky when it comes to her relations but Amandus is her opposite in so many ways and their friendship makes so little sense, that it's perfect. Ever the uncoordinated love guru, Amandus always manages to cheer her up, just by being so removed from her nighttime life. She would never let him know what an awful person she is, especially because she knows he wouldn't hold it against her and would keep trying to make her daytime life even better. She wouldn't be able to stand that. She would rather be screamed at than hugged. Every time someone had ever hugged her she had had that one moment of pure bliss and then it would all shatter around her feet. She had never wanted to let anyone in ever again, but somehow, Amandus, with all of his quirks, had wormed his way in. Some days his utter failures at pick up lines to women were all that kept her darkness away. That is why Amandus is her best, and only, true friend. All others who have tried she pushed away, and they gave up. With everyone else life was strictly business, but with him she can find some light in her world.
Amandus and Chess, or "Chessi" as he calls her, see each other every day at least for a little while. They like to meet in the park, one of Amandus' favorite places. Chess likes the park for it's beauty also, but mostly because she's never been there at night. She loves to listen to Amandus' poetry and hear him talk about the latest people that he knows who've found love with the help of his Talent. It always makes her both happy and sad to hear these at the same time. She is always glad whenever anyone finds happiness, but knows that she'll never find love living her life the way she does. Sometimes she tries her own hand at poetry, but thinks it's paltry compared to the genius of all of Amandus'. He, of course, denies this, and counters that if he were any good his love would have written back already. She always reminds him that he never even sent the love letter, so how was his love to know his feelings? While he enjoys to spend his time with her in the park writing, she has found her own joy through knitting. Knitting is her favorite pastime, apart from spending time with Amandus, and she has always loved the calming feeling that knitting gives her. She's always had an obsession with yarn, which amuses Amandus to no end because she's a cat. He even wrote a poem about it. They usually chat, but are very good at companionable silence too. Chess likes to hear about all of the people Amandus knows, and loves how he remembers even the smallest things about them like the name of their pet turtle. His love of the world gives her hope that maybe, one day, she can love it too.
The charm intended for her by her original owner was a blue studded collar with a broken heart charm, like the collars her siblings have. Since they gave it to her when she was a kit she had no idea that it wasn't really her charm and was terrified of it. Her owner predicted that her Talent with the collar would be to tear apart love, and in some ways, even without it, her real Talent is exactly the same. The Talent that Chess possesses is that she tears loved ones out of people's lives. She, of course, has no control over it and at first didn't even know about it, as she only does it at night in her evil state. Chess' charm is a little chess piece queen. In the daytime it is all white but as night gets closer it fades until it is ebony. She got her Charm when she first met Amandus, so at least it has that one good memory attached to it. She met him in the park, ironically, in a match of Chess. She had always been good at mind games and she always won. They became fast friends--something unheard of for her-- and she her tied winning Queen to her tail to remember the day when someone beat her at chess, because he did. To her, her charm is a mixture of good and bad, just like her, because of her friendship with Amandus, but it also signifies her Talent's ruthless thrill in always beating her at life.☾
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Francesca Fluff-Muffin La Crème was born into a world at war. Love and Hate wage an epic battle throughout time, and they fight each other inside of her every day at sundown. She was the third in a family of four, the most likely child least likely to be missed. She was raised by her older brother and sister in a household of darkness. She was taught that the world was an awful place that needed her as it's master, but she never wanted to own the world. When she was learning she would often find her mind wandering to butterflies. When she was two she saw a butterfly for the first time, and it was a long time, 16 years, until she saw one again. So that she would fear the world and hate it for her fear she was never allowed outside as a child. But that one little blue butterfly gave her hope as she grew older, became more hopeless. When she was three she became an older sister. She was very young and her mind was still developing, but even so, she knew that she didn't want to be like her older siblings. She didn't want to be feared, to be hated and spat on. But mostly she didn't want her little sister Sarah to become like them either. She found herself volunteering to help Tom and Vanellope so that they wouldn't get the chance to ask Sarah. She tried to be a good big sister and snuck little cups of home made tea to her sister when no one was looking. Chess feels like a complete failure when it comes to her baby sister, considering that Sarah's mind was molded to evil even with her best efforts to stop it. Her family has always been a sore subject for her and she avoids them out of terror, but she avoids Sarah out of shame.
When she was small her big brother and sister would wake her up in the middle of the night to learn. They taught her mind games and ruthless street skills. She wasn't ever sure what she learned except that it made her awfully tired in the morning. Looking back, she realizes that they were turning her into a monster, someone who was at their beck and call to kill so they wouldn't have to. That is why she avoids them at all costs. She isn't sure what else they've done to her but she won't let them change her ever again.
◊ Chess is an avid knitter and crocheter! She has always had an odd fascination with yarn and finds that knitting clams her frazzled mind and helps her ground herself in her daytime life.
◊ Considering that she gets no sleep during the nighttime Chess takes little naps during the day to keep herself functioning, and she can fall asleep anywhere at any time. Sometimes even standing up and in the middle of a sentence!
◊ Constantly has a mug of tea~ it gives her a connection to Sarah that she holds dear.
◊ Give her all of your fuzzy sweaters, or else. Chess positively adores all things soft, and most especially sweaters, hats, and scarves!
Art:
In case you missed anything c:
White
Black
Falling Leaves
Left Behind
A huge shout out to ℳøøɴƴ for doing my heading coding!! Thanks again c:
Winner!!! ;v;
