Catalina de Torla

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CASE FILE: Militant (Esparia)

"There's an excess of manliness down here."
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        FULL NAME:
        → Catalina de Torla

        AGE:
        → 24

      SEX:
        → Female

        BIRTH PLACE:
        → Torla, Esparia

        RACE:
        → Esparian Amazonian.

      DEPARTMENT:
        → Security

        DATE OF BIRTH:
        → June 4th, 1987

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        HEIGHT:
        → 182.88 cm

        WEIGHT:
        → 66.224486 kg

        PICTURE:
        → Overall appearance

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        → Her skin tone

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      DESCRIPTION:
        → I'm 6' of lean muscle. I have come to realize that my height makes people slightly uncomfortable depending, especially men. Yet others seem to sort of like that which confuses me a little. I've had people ask me about why body type is the way that it is, and it is strange. Every time I answer that I'm from one of the Amazonian tribes, they all seem to understand. I do not know how they suddenly seem to know everything by that, but apparently it explains all.

As with most Esparians, my skin is a tanned olive, and my hair is black. It is also very long, for I have not gotten it "cut" since... before I left my tribe. It hangs down to the middle of my thighs if I leave it down, but usually it's tied back in a messy sort of ponytail. There are always loose strands, and I don't care enough to make sure it's immaculate. Does it really matter if it's perfect? I do realize it's more practical pulled back, and as long as it doesn't affect my effectiveness, then what I do with my hair is my prerogative. My eyes are dark, practically black like the dagger I'll wear hidden in my greaves.

When I'm not dressing in the militaries uniform, I'm most usually found in the clothes of my people which is apparently "scanty" compared to what people normally wear. I wear a deep, crimson strip of cloth to cover my breasts that fits rather comfortably thank you even if there are some threads that hang down around my torso. I also wear a "collar" which is a type of necklace that goes up my entire neck. It is made of woven beads and string with a couple of dangling beads at the base. As for what I wear on the bottom, I do wear something like these "panties" girls wear. And it's covered by lengths of fabric that matches my top. There is a belt of sorts for some very light pouches to carry things in. I also have a crimson gauntlet of cloth on my right arm though the woven threads of it do go up my arm to a leather band that fits around my biceps. My other arm is where my panther sleeve is. It is a tattoo that takes up my entire arm and my shoulder in it's elaborate design, leaving my hand tattoo free. There is a leather band around the middle of my forearm as well. Normally I go barefoot, or else I'll settle for sandals since they are close enough. There are fur greaves that I wear around the base of my legs, a few feathers placed elegantly in it's design.

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        PERSONALITY:
        → When you are raised in a tribe, you learn that you can't just be one person among many. You have to be able to function together or else you will lessen the tribe as a whole. One weak link is all it takes. I am fiercely bound to those who are my comrades because that is what I learned growing up. So if they treat me differently, or like I'm just a woman, the offense they have caused is high. I will go to them, and bluntly say what I think about their behavior. It seems to surprise them when I do that. If they continue, then I just ensure that they know that they'd better not drag us down on the battlefield because of such thoughts.

It is.... awkward, trying to learn to function amidst this modernized world. I do not understand all the "slang," what is hip and what is not, and why some things are socially unacceptable. Not bathing in a river was strange, very very strange. One of my squad mates showed me what a shower was, and a bath. I think I prefer the shower, it is like a waterfall and it reminds me of home. Generally people seem to know of my people, and they respect them. Others have these odd notions that confuse me. I find myself distrusting them because of it. And yet I don't really like to be that way. It seems somehow... incorrect? I do not know, these modern ways are confusing to me.

As strange and difficult as it can be to accept how society operates outside of my tribe, I still find myself curious of various things. Not all of what has been made seems terrible. Such as the foods. So many different foods! I had no idea that there could be such a thing as "low fat" or "high fat" things, or the sweet candies that I'll see in various stores. Of course we had candied fruits on occasion back in the tribe, but it was nothing like these "sweet tarts" or anything! And never those amazing things called 'cakes' and the like.

Even the fashion is.... Hm. I am unsure of the correct word, but some of it doesn't really seem... practical. So many random bits that could just get caught or snagged, or get in the way! And the shoes.... To this day I don't really like having to wear shoes even if I have gotten used to it. I was also looked at strangely when I walked around in my usual tribal clothes. I do not understand.

I do get homesick though amidst it all. I always feel rather.... alone. Even though I do have squad mates who I get along with, I do not feel the same sort of connection that I do back in Torla. The sense of honor and respect is different as well. Those are two of the greatest things to follow back in the tribe. Yet here it seems like they aren't quite as important as I believe them to be. I'm sure some sort of equilibrium will end up being established, but until then I'm still floundering. At least I remain grounded in myself and what I know.

        LOVE:
        → The jungle
        → Her people
        → Respect
        → Honorable actions and people
        → Tea
        → These strange things called cake's?
        → Peace and quiet
        → Team work and cooperation
        → Trying new foods.
        → Dancing

        HATE:
        → Guns
       → The bustle of the city
        → Being treated somehow lesser than someone else
        → Lechery
        → Inefficiency
        → Cowardice
        → Culture shock
        → Senseless killing
        → Arrogance
        → Too much power. For there is a saying, "Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
        → Back stabbers
        → Those out only for themselves
        → Things that could damage her home (the jungle)

Deepest Secret:
        → She wants to explore the other countries of the world, but she is also afraid to. What she has seen of outsiders, she isn't sure if she likes it or not.
        → Thunder storms terrify her.

      IDOL:
        → My mother, Estela.

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        HISTORY:
        → An age was passing... many things were changing around Esparia, and my people were no different. We are a tribe of Amazonian women. Warrior women they called us. The jungles, the rivers, they were our home. But things are changing. There are new rulers, new laws, new threats. We cannot ignore them forever and keep our way of life. That was what our chief, my mother, told us as our customs shifted. There is one thing that I've begun to realize as a truth. War... war never changes.

We were happiest when things were still the old ways, when we didn't have to worry about our self-preservation from Kings and men in high places. Especially not from men. We hunted, we traveled, we lived off the land and the sea. That was all that used to matter. But that changed soon after my mother became chieftain. A new ruler had been formed, and he was killing other peoples like our own. Natives who had only minded our own business and lived in our ways. I remember when I was toddler when my mother left for a great meeting held with the other Amazonian chieftains. We had to change in order to survive.

The decision was reached to send our people to this king as his soldiers so we might be spared, and so many of our warriors left. I was five as I watched those who were my family left, the chance of return slim. Those of us who remained continued as we had before, for the most part. Except there were fewer of us. We had to adjust who went out on hunts and how many, etc. I began to help with more duties as I got older, as well as learning how to lead from my mother. I was deeming myself worthy to take her post despite being young.

When I was fifteen, I had my rite of passage, proving that I was a woman to my people. That I had earned my right to remain in their ranks. We hunt in the purest of senses, we search for a great beast, and we must claim it's life. However, we are allowed nothing on this hunt. No spears, no knives, no tools, nothing. Just our bare hands, our senses, our lives. The air was hot and humid, more oppressive then normal as I stalked that beautiful black panther for days, observing it's habits, where it went, how it took down its prey. It was exhilarating... and terrifying at the same time. Whenever I had gone on hunts before, I was always with a group, and I had my weapons. With nothing... it's like everything is heightened.

It was four days later that I finally made a move, hiding up in a tree as it walked along the shady jungle floor below. It's fur gleamed in the fading sun. I was one with the shadows, my breathing slowed as I watched it, waiting for the perfect moment to.... Strike. I jumped down onto it's back, legs curling around it's body as my arms wrapped around it's great neck. It snarled and bucked, the roar echoing out into the trees as my limbs like iron held on. I refused to move, but beasts are strong and I was thrown. The ground hurt as branches tore at my skin, the two of us recoiling as we stared each other down. That was a fierce battle.

I came home victorious, the beasts corpse with me as I returned. I told them what had happened, and I received a tattoo for my accomplishment. And I was called Pantera de Torla, the Panther of Torla. Now I was a woman, and I held all the rights as such. I was taught how to interact with the outside world, it's ways and customs that were so strange to me. Their way of dressing, their way of speaking, these people called "alchemists" and "chimerae's." It was all so new... and very very foreign.

It did not matter, for I had to adjust to it regardless. On my 17th birthday, it was the day to leave. My friends, my family... I had to leave them behind. My mother gave me her collar choker that I still wear even with my uniform, signifying where I had come from. The other women gave me various things, a fur blanket to keep me warm, a new obsidian dagger, and a couple of other trinkets. And so... I went to the Capitol to report for duty.

Now I am a part of the Esparian military, no longer just a whisper amongst the trees, or the shadow on the water. I am regarded strangely by some, and normally by others. This city is strange, the bustle a shock to my system. The technology I knew of, but it still seems like magic to me, and the guns.... They are so loud. I do not like to use them, but I must. I miss my bow and my spear. At least I was allowed to keep my dagger. I am unaccustomed to being around men so much, and sometimes I realize why our tribes are only females.

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      TRIVIA:
      → Catalina means pure in Esparian
      → She is excellent at sneaking/spying/being hidden, etc.
      → Her best weapons are daggers (her obsidian dagger of her people especially), spears, bows and arrows, and single-handed guns such as pistols.
      → She's specializing to be a sniper since she's so good at being unseen, accurate (she always aims to kill with one strike if possible), and her patience.
      → Her hand-to-hand combat is also excellent.
      → She's very acrobatic.
→ Her quote is from the movie Sunshine.
      → Fluent in Esparian and Cretan. She also knows broken Amestrian. She has rather heavy spanish accent when she speaks.

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        ALIAS:
        → Vi, Vivi

        OTHER CHARACTERS:
        → Vivian Oliva Duchamp, Alisa Donnikova

      CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
        → Her bio and stuff were pretty easy to write, but for some reason her name and such were particularly hard to figure out. Thank you Izzy, Niko, and Jun for bearing with my craziness. ><;;

      CUSTOM RANK:
        → Pantera de Torla (The Panther of Torla)

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[Reila Tsukino]

APPROVED

I haven't read through it all yet so I'll do that in the morning, but it's extremely well done! <3