Catt Cosme

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[atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] Greetings! my name is Catherine Marie Cosme, but you can call me Catt. everyone else does, so i guess you can too. i'm twenty years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a girl. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a Witch, but you can keep that a secret for now.

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personality

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Catt has a very down to earth persona. Being adopted, she has dealt with a lot of abandonment issues but like everything else that brings her down in, she uses it as a strength. She thinks if her family doesn't want her, then she doesn't want them either. Being from the city of Buffalo New York, she grew up on the poor side of town. But she doesn't let that get ot her either, she took her street smarts and skipped town when she turned 17.

Catt enjoys spending her days in the sunshine, working on her small garden. She also has very many other hobbies including singing and dancing once she's around people she can trust not to laugh at her. She might also be spotted reading or writing on her front porch.

Catt greatly dislikes liars. Living in an alternate reality, she didn't know she was adopted until a mysterious and slightly hilarious woman told her (more in history), so she has a hard time taking any kind of lie from anyone. She also dislikes drunks and druggies. Coming from a home that held both.

Catt hasn't really formed an opinion on the vampire coming out of the coffin deal... She is having a hard enough time accepting that she is a witch. She figures if they'll 'step into the light' that someday she might be able to without a burning at the stake.

history

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Born in the Neveda desert Catt was signed away at birth by her father as soon as he learned what it was Catt's mother, Joyce was planning on doing with Catt. So growing up Catt knew no better then what her adopted family told her.

Her childhood was like any normal kid. She had one brother that was 12 years older than her. He spent the most time with her out of the rest of her family. When she was 16, she dropped out of school and went to go live with him in Alantic City, New Jersey.

On the day before her 17 birthday, a mysterious woman cam eup to her on the street and addressed her by her name. Taken aback by this she wanted to run from the woman. But there was no point, the woman (her aunt Jema) bashed her over the head with a rock and took her to place between worlds. Here, she explained to Catt who she really was, and who she is meant to be.

For the last three years Catt's been sharpening her magic skills. Learning simpler spells and art of Tarot. But being her mother's daughter darker magic does interest her. She's currently reading a book on Necromancy.

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role play sample

[/size][/right]"I, for my part, from the nature of my life, advanced infallibly in one direction and in one direction only. It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. "


Robert Louis Stevenson.

Summertime in 1901,

I believe I'm in hell, there for I am. Actually that everything I believe seems to be true in it's own degree. A lifetime or two gives you the ability to comb through the truth of a thousand lies. True death, betrayal, trust and revenge, these were things that were black and white, the rules never changed, they reminded of the unmoving the tree of life. Than you have your others that slipped into the little 'something vague' category in your head. Love, beauty, and true seemed blur together like a good oil pastel. All these permanent and temporarily things seemed to be the things that would occupy the unforgiving relativity of time.

Was it really that bad be in a half assed coven with Queen Bitch and Bitch Boy? Was it so insufferable that I would rather spend all my time in my head? Or my nose in a book, a pen tightly pressed against a page? Yes it was, they delighted in the misery in humanity, and even though I really couldn't tolerate mankind to begin with I didn't wish to watch such a blunt disrespect of it. Kita and Xavier enjoyed in killing couples, families and sometimes even towns. I myself would find people I liked to think deserved a cruel death. Not children and the elderly. I felt like whole situation gave me a little clairaudience towards the spirits that seemed to follow us from place to place.

And even though 'meal times' weren't shared there wasn't very much else that wasn't. Little crowded one bedroom apartments would be our little homes, dark and boarded up. Sometimes a crypt here and there when we couldn't find a place to 'die' for the day. The sounds of sex could always be heard before I fell into my bit of darkness. It wasn't like there was anything lascivious to me about Kita, he could have my sloppy seconds if he wanted. What bothered me was the fact that she insisted in keeping me around like dog in the corner. What gave her the right to keep me like a (un)living trinket?

I hated them, with every last fiber of my being. But no matter how I detested them it didn't help with any efforts of escape. So when I exposed Xavier it didn't help either, I thought that the action would inspiried them to scatter, make themselves scare like the leaves that dragged across the ground, but no, they managed to destroy anything breathing within hearing and seing distance. I shouldn't of doubting their killing abilities but it was just a desperate attempt to get out. But now I sat here, on the out skirts of town in an old abandoned cemetery in with them. Lives wasted besides my own, and as I sat there across from them I could feel my lip curling disgust. Kita in her ripped up dress. covered in blood. Xavier looking quite satisfied with himself, a girl in between them, broken and bruised, waiting to be used like the capri sun pouch they treated her like.

"Didn't you already have enough to drink?" The first words I had spoken since the little 'incident'. Four inluminating eyes looked at me. One mouth spoke.

"I never get enough, you should know that already James." Kita's voice hummed, as if uneffected by anything that happened. Maybe amused by it all.

"I can't wait to see what you have cooking up in that mind of yours." A daring tone in her voice.

A slow and painful death was all I see fitting, But it was unlikely, for now I'd play along in the little act as long as I could. Until then I would continue be a witness to all the blood on their hands, maybe someday a messiah of murder telling tales to soldiers of the horrible things I had seen far before nazi's.

~Taken from my other Charry, James Caswell~

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