TRD: Ghost, the Silvertongue

P E R S O N A L I T Y

allocentric

Ghost focuses her attention on others more so than herself -- life is just easier that way. She's always in the company of someone, even if she doesn't talk a lot. Making sure that the others in her presence are okay is pretty much her lifeblood. Have they had enough to eat? Did they sleep well? Are they sick? Injured? Is anything wrong with them whatsoever? It sometimes escalates to the point where she's so focused on the others around her that she forgets to take care of herself. She is an extremely caring person, especially towards her family; they did save her life, after all. At this point, she cares very little about finding out about her past or anything about who she was before: as long as her family is okay, then she's happy. Along with anyone else she may come across who needs her help.

poised

Despite the scars marring her face, Ghost can be described as the embodiment of grace. She stands tall, chooses her words carefully, and to all that look at her she seems entirely self-assured. Elegance just sort of ... happens with her. She's just a graceful creature. It may be due to her peaceful nature, or her soft eyes, or any number of things, really. She likes to keep up this appearance (often without trying), as she knows that appearances can be everything. Especially in a world as full of dangers as this one is.

volatile

Quick to anger, quick to calm, Ghost can switch moods at the drop of a coin. Her short fuse and fiery temper is often blamed on Scaeden, as seeing her angry is kind of an 'otherworldly' experience. She is unafraid to let her anger show when it's kindled, and it can be a surprise to those her are unaccustomed to her ways; most are used to her as a kind and gentle creature, and can never imagine her with glaring eyes and twisted fangs. This reaction is usually triggered when those of her family are endangered or threatened, and even if she's not suited for fighting, she's not afraid to show her claws in such situations.

vigilant

Ever since her fateful encounter with Cola and Thanatos, she isn't one to let her watchful gaze fall for ever a moment. She loves her family with everything she has, and is loyal to them more so that she is to herself. According to them, she has already sacrificed her life to protect Cola, and none of them doubt that she would do it again. She may not be able to protect them in the same way that Thanatos or Caelina might, but she'll do it in her own way. Watching over them is just one of the ways she shows her devotion to those she cares for.

gentle

She's a kind soul, and would prefer not to harm anyone or anything. She's a healer; even with no memories of her life before, she knows that healing is something she was born to do. If she could help it, she would happily spend the rest of her days simply being with her family and caring for others. She has a soothing way about her, with her soft eyes and calming smile -- everything about her is just pure. And she would very much so like to keep it that way, but of course we can't always get what we want. She's a fighter, and will bare her teeth and claws when it is called for, but at the end of the day she'd rather be the one patching up the wounds than making them.

charismatic

It might be hard to imagine a gentle creature such as Ghost having a tongue as sharp as her claws, but a quick wit is just something that comes along with being surround by a snarky hallucination nearly 24/7. She knows her people, and can read others better than she can read herself (which isn't too surprising, seeing as she can remember next to nothing of her past). She knows when to keep quiet, when to speak up, and when words just won't do the trick; even if she prefers to avoid conflict. Usually she'll keep all retorts to herself, but when she does speak it's instantly apparent to all that this cat has a way with words. Whether it's used to calm another's frayed nerves or to injure with just her tongue, she knows exactly what words to use to get what she wants.

enigmatic

Ghost is a strange one to figure out, when all is said and done. No one really knows what to make of her. At first she may seem like a typical calm and caring healer, only to suddenly turn on you with a sharp retort to something sarcastic you said. For a week she won't speak a word to anyone, and then one day she'll start laughing and joking like she had been doing it all this time. No one is really sure what goes on in her head -- or exactly what it's like not to know who you are. They just let her be, however, as all in the family are used to her strange habits. Strangers, on the other hand, are going to need some time to wrap their heads around the enigma that is Ghost.

H I S T O R Y

[ oblivion ]

I ... don't remember much from that night. I remember ... it was raining. The sky was dark with clouds, and thunder rumbled above me. My fur was soaked, with water and with blood. My head screamed with pain. And ... I was on the ground. Lying in a pool of blood. It was mostly mine, from what I could tell. There was another cat there who was crying. A cub. She was huddled by me and crying over the bodies of two other cubs. I think ... yes, my pendent was near me on the ground too; pieces of broken chain lying in the puddles between the cobblestones.

That's the first memory I have. I don't remember anything else before that.

She came to stand over me once she noticed I was awake. She helped me roll onto my stomach, despite my protesting head. I couldn't speak. I could barely see. I don't even remember quite what was going through my head, if anything. Everything from then is muffled. All I really remember are the cubs' bodies. The blood on my paws. And the overwhelming desire to make sure the cub crying at my side never came to harm.

... I don't know when Thanatos showed up. One minute the sky was dark, then it was brightening, the rain lessening, and a black tiger was on the path in front of me. I felt ... nothing, really. At first there was a spark of fear, of anger, but then the cub spoke his name and I knew he wouldn't hurt us. All I knew was that I was injured, I was tired, and I didn't know who I was or what was happening and --

He said he would take care of us. He said he would keep us safe. Her safe.

And so we went with him.

[ awakening ]

They called me Ghost. And they let me be. No one really knew what to make of me, and that was okay, for I didn't know what to make of myself either. I didn't speak to anyone in the beginning. Only Cola stayed by my side, along with a cat who called herself Cosette. Their smiles when I said my first words after that night would've rivaled the brightness of the sun.

There were others as well: Caelina, Thanatos, Sylvanas, Helios, Corvinus ... all of us, on a boat I didn't know the name of to a land that's title tasted foreign on my tongue. The one comfort I had was Cola, and then ...

... And then there was Scaeden. But only I could see his form and hear his voice. The others found comfort in his presence, and I found a friend. Even if it only solidified the belief that I was dead as well. He mostly watched over them, as did I. I found solace in his presence, if nothing else.

The trip to the new land was hard at first. But we grew to care for each other in our own ways; they even came to care for me, the strange ghost who could seemingly talk to the dead. They taught me things about the world, things I missed, what they were running from and where they were running to. Thanatos told me about his dead friend, and took comfort when I shared Scaeden's words with him; the apprentices, Cosette, Corvin, and Helios, told me about their families and the city, and taught me the names of the stars; Caelina treated me as any one of her apprentices, showing me how to fight even if I got cuffed over the head more than anything; Sylvanas mostly kept to herself, and her temper meant I was mostly healing others, especially when she came to blows with Thanatos; and Cola took care of me just as I took care of her, just as we all began to take care of each other. I don't know when it happened, but ... we became a family.

Even if I didn't know myself, I knew them. And they helped me find my new self.

[ haunted ]

Thanatos said that the name of the city was Rome. Scaeden said that there were Hunters here too. We avoided them and kept to ourselves, staying well away from both humans and cats. Instead, we journeyed to a ruin by the seaside, a castle from ages past that had stone walls to keep us safe. And so we made our home there, overlooking both the forest and the sea.

We've heard whispers of an uprising here -- Scaeden told me the cats in the forest seemed to be at war with those behind the city walls. It was then that we learned about the Ferox, and the Hunters, and the Solus and the Olum and the humans --

So many names. So many cats, so many words, so many voices. This land is strange, but Scaeden says it isn't so different. There are cats here, a city, a forest full of vermin just like where he was from. Where I was from. The trees are tall, the night sky is full of stars, and the rivers flow to the sea just as they did back home. Even though that home was now a burnt city full of blood and where everyone said I died. This place is our home now, with it's crumbling walls and it's warring factions and it's blood-soaked grounds.

But we'll be okay. We'll settle here, and we'll heal. And we'll do as we've always done: We'll survive.

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