Sin Kattalakis~

Sin is dangerously beautiful. Her hair is dark; having dark-medium brown and dark brown tones. It appears black, and you can only tell its brown coloration in certain lighting or sunlight. Her skin is pale, very fair-skinned, and her eyebrows are darker than her hair and more straight than they are arched. She is tall, standing 5’11 in height. Her hair is usually straight, sometimes tousling or waving very gently, but right now in length it is ¾ of her arm-almost elbow-length. Her build is athletic, well-toned and well-built due to her constant physical training and history in sports and martial arts as well as other things. Her eyes are generally a brilliant pure sapphire in color. They change though from different shades or hues of blue and sometimes become 2-toned such as blue/gray. Her eyes have long black lashes and full light pink lips. Her eyes are set in the face of a dark-haired angel, her features near-perfect with a raw, wild edge. She is far from angelic though, more of a fallen angel. She has a dangerous bad ass aura. She tends to wear dark clothing or earth-tones, simple things though. She hates bright, neon, rainbow, or pale clothing. Her shifters mark is located right behind her ear lobe on the neck, so it remains hidden by both her hair and her ear lobe. It is royal blue in color.

Like her brother D’Alerian, a rare genetic gene was triggered, causing a non- agouti mutation for her coloration. Normal tigers would be orange and black, but her mutation causes her to be what is known as a melanistic tigress. As a species, she is still a Siberian Tigress. She is not considered a “pure-melanistic” mammal though, because she is not solid black. Sin is a sleek black, glossed and pristine with health. This shade of black is present wherever the orange would show up on a regular tiger. The black fades to a dark charcoal gray, and this color would be present wherever the color white would show up on a regular tiger. Her stripes are the characteristic jet black, but they blend in with the black of her coat. They barely stick out on the lighter black of her pelt, and can only be distinguished under close inspection under direct light, but she does have a striped pattern. It’s thick and soft to the touch, and beneath her pelt of night is a hard body, lean and solid like taut steel with tones and hardened muscles. She is large for a female, fitting better in the category of a slightly larger male Siberian Tiger. Her eyes keep their brilliant and dark sapphire blue color. Her sleek form is lithe and agile, deadly and lethal- built perfectly for combat and athletics.

She can be varied, to the point where she almost has split personality or multiple personality disorder. But rather she acts accordingly to certain situations and people. She can be stubborn, but can back up most of what she says and does. But she knows when enough’s enough and such. She is not trusting, but others seem to trust her. Her darker side can be sadistic and malicious and diabolical, sinister along with fierce and merciless, as well as other things. But her good side is usually friendly and fun, helpful and easy-going. She is normally even tempered, neither good nor bad natured. All depends on the situation and the person before her. She is already advanced in many aspects, and once you gain her trust and loyalty, you would have gained something great. She’s quick-witted and devious, with both a silver tongue and a smart mouth. Sin is always a survivor. She is Lethal, unpredictable and feral sometimes, and it is best not to make an enemy of her.

She cares for her own, but it’s not exactly easy staying as one of her own. She cannot be classified into sides; good, neutral evil. Simply she is on her own side. She has many views of the world, as well as others. She is highly intuitive and is adept at reading situations and others. She’s complicated, but this is a general view of her inner workings and behavior. She is not afraid to fight and get her hands dirty and once she has you marked she will hunt that person down and make sure they are dead. (Once I get to play her more she’ll develop more and others will get a better understanding)

She grew up with 4 brothers and another sister, along with both of her parents. They were for the most part isolated from many others except their family and relatives. They lived in a sort of pack mentality, both human and in their animal forms alike. Life was constant training and constant learning, and more than likely always a fight. They were all better suited for war and battles and fighting, like military conditioning almost.

She developed a rebellious streak, issues with authority and such, being subordinate was something unknown for her to ever do at east without some hardships on the other. She eventually left the family, considered herself an independent and is trying to live her life how she sees fit. She is still close to some of her family and friends, but lives on her own now.

The multi-shaded male of brown had found himself at The Lake of Reflection. Though strangely enough, after just wandering around had taken him to a totally new area. The air was chilly, the wind a light, comforting breeze. The grass was a pale green, other pale blues and grays here and there from its icy coating. The grass was crisp under his paws, the ice crunching lightly as he treaded through the area. His ears were perked, nose keen on finding out if he was the only one here. In the distance his nearly black eyes caught the sight of what must be the Lake itself.

"Lake of Reflection..." He said to himself with his familiar grin. In his free time back in the pack lands, he had been training hard and non-stop. He had improved on his gait and speed with his endurance. He learned breathing and centering himself, adapting to nature's obstacles whether it be hills, sand, cliffs, weather, or whatever else he came upon. He had grown more since his first arrival, his body toughening and hardening, senses heightening, cunning increasing, and his muscled were losing their stringy quality and becoming more defined and detailed for one so young. He had already been getting the physical training up and going, and would soon be starting combat. At times, when alone with only nature to fill the silence, he thought back to Skuriken. The man who had brought him to Wind Gale, helped him clear his future, and given him something to actually be doing with his life.

He sat himself down, tilting his head in thought. He replayed back to when he had last saw him. Rue had told them of the upcoming hunt after accepting him, and Ken was on edge, like he had something important to do. He had given Fury a thoughtful look and even a smile, "You be good now kid...I'll be back to check on you soon, might even join in on your little hunt." His voice played in his memory, echoing in his head as the images faded. Subconsciously, Fury had begun to see Shuriken as his guardian, someone he could rely and trust on even though they hadn't known each other long. Well the hunt was over, and still no sign of him. The thought made his head bow and his ears fall to the side. Had it been something he did, or was he not good enough in Shurikens’ eyes to be worthy enough to come and check up on. No, it couldn't be... something inside him told him he wasn’t that kind of guy.

A slight breeze came in from the North, parting the fur on his face and ruffling the fur on his sides. His coat was a mixture of different shades of brown ranging from a deep earthy brown to a dark russet brown. On the underside of his belly and the insides of his legs was where the brown was lightest though, mainly an earthy brown and then getting darker to a rich mahogany and even some chocolate. The fur around his head, neck, throat and back was a darker russet. You couldn’t see where the changes began or end though because of the numerous shades and hued mingling together. The guard hairs along his chest, neck, and along his back were tipped with black, and his ears were rimmed in jet black. Even though he was older, 6 or so months now, he had the dimensions of a yearling WM male, perhaps even taller and longer. His size gave him an older appearance, but his voice still carried its youthful tones in its husky voice. He sighed; sometimes having too much time for thinking was bad for you, messes with your head or something. He wasn’t all about tactics, thinking and re-thinking, going through every detail and finding every possibility. He was too young for that, and even if he wasn’t, it still just wasn’t his thing. He knew enough to keep himself formidable, balancing it out but allowing himself to fight more on instinct most of the time. He ran his pink tongue over his raven lips, dark brown eyes roving to the water and his paws. Now he was vulnerable, his emotions plainly written on his face and in his posture. No longer was he the fierce dominant fighter, or even the willing trainee, this was the softer, more open side of Fury. He slowly shifted his weight from paw to paw, moving them forward with every shift so that at last he was lying down. Here he would be in peace to let this part of him show in solitude, without the judgment of others of having to keep up his image and persona. Another sigh, and his thoughts changed to what his future may hold. He lifted his tail, waving the end before letting it fall back to the ground with a muffled thump.

Experience in MMA, SJJ, BJJ, Aikodo, Hapkido, && Kempo with swordsmanship. She can dual weild katana's awesomely. EPICNESS. ((Dang, I really have to revise her bio sometime))