app - riverview

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player information
● name: lyn
● age: 24
● contact: chanterie
● other characters: n/a

character information
● name: Catherine Chancey
● canon: Original Character
● canon point: A few months after she hires Caleb.
● age: 28

● (original) world:

Cat comes from a world where just about every mythical creature you've ever heard of is real. They're just a little different from how the myths portray them, and none of them originated on Earth. Or at least, not on her Earth. Supernaturals slipped through the cracks in the universes at some point and decided, hey, we might as well stick around. They procreated with humans, with other supernaturals, and formed an underground community that's been becoming less underground as the years go on, but still fairly hidden.

Catherine Chancey, known as Cat to her friends, is herself a supernatural. She's a skinchanger, able to turn into a massive black wolf. Which sure surprised her adoptive parents when they took home a toddler and discovered a wolf pup in her bed the next morning. The odd thing, though, is that she also has the ability to turn invisible and, if she concentrates real hard. It's something she discovered as a teenager.

When she went off to college and started searching for other supernaturals, she met Ri, a dryad who would become her best friend, and Sullivan, a vampire accountant. They told her all about the things that went bump in the night, how to deal with them, and why it was so weird that she had more than one ability--supernaturals only ever inherited powers from one parent. Cat was an anomaly. She was fascinated by this and dove into research headfirst. Ri and Sullivan tried to keep her away from the worst parts of the supernatural world, but Cat, wide-eyed and determined, didn't listen. At least, not until a group of vampires she'd crossed crashed her car. Cat, with her intangibility, survived. Her father didn't.

Cat stopped looking for answers. She quietly finished college and, with the help of Ri and Sullivan, eventually took over the coffee and wine bar, Mooncents, she'd been working at while finishing up her degree. Thanks to all her research, she became something of an unwilling Yellow Pages for all the supernaturals in the area who often visited Mooncents. But she always refused to get involved with any of the drama, making her cafe a safe, unaffiliated space.

Life went on. She worked, she went home, she hung out with Ri, with Sully, with her brother Gideon and his daughter Lydia. It was a steady, boring life, and Cat convinced herself it was better that way. Better if she didn't get involved. And then one day trouble in the form of a newly-turned werewolf college student stumbled into Mooncents. And Cat, mother hen that she always denies she is, couldn't help but take the kid, Caleb, under her wing, giving him a job and a crash course in what it means to be a supernatural--and how to keep what happened to her father from ever happening to him or the people he loved.

● abilities:

Cat can turn into a wolf (which makes her name terribly ironic, yes, she knows) and can also turn invisible and intangible, though it takes a lot out of her to do so. The invisibility and intangibility are related to an as-of-yet undiscovered ability to slide into the space between universes--to the Wood Between the Worlds, as she'll later call it. That ability is one that needs someone else to trigger it at first, so she won't be doing that in Riverview. Seeing as her invisibility and intangibility are related to it, though, I'm willing to nerf that if the mods think it prudent.

● strengths:

CARING — Though she'll make a face any time someone calls her out on it, Cat is a giant mother hen. She tries not to, but she cares about humanity in general. And when it comes to the people she's claimed as hers? She is fiercely loyal and protective. Say you need a hand, and she'll be there in a flash. Her friends and family are the only people she'd be willing to break out of her comfortable shell for, and given how tightly she holds onto that, it's saying a lot.

INTELLIGENT — She's a nerd. Like, seriously. She majored in Literature and minored in Anthropology. (And then proceeded to do nothing with those degrees, but that's another matter all together.) While numbers and hard science aren't her thing, Cat's the kind of person who is always educating herself, reading articles and books on new things. She enjoyed writing papers in college and kind of misses it sometimes. She's also pretty emotionally intelligent as well, able to pick up on the mood of a room fast and understand the way people's minds work once she gets to know them.

STEADY — Or, as my great-aunt might put it, "set in her ways." Cat's made a decision about her life and how she wants to live it, and she's gonna stick to that as much as she can, goddammit. She's the kind of person you can rely on to keep a level head, to talk you out of shit and into something more normal, and to (attempt to) never get involved in the crazy that surrounds her. Sometimes this can be a weakness, but the ability to be chill and relaxed in herself is also one of her greatest strengths.

● weaknesses:

JADED — She has Seen Some Shit in her life, and that's left her more than a little bitter and cynical. Cat's not the type to believe in the goodness of man. She's suspicious of charity, always expects that things can get worse, and is pessimistic as all get-out. She's also rather vocal about this, which can sometimes piss people off.

JUDGEMENTAL — While she may not be the type to judge a book by its cover, Cat does tend to make snap judgments about a person based on things they say or do in a first interaction. She remembers all the petty little things people say, and she's the type to hold a grudge until well after the cows come home.

PASSIVE — This is more a choice than an innate character trait. After her father died, ostensibly because of a mistake she made, Cat decided that was it. She was keeping her nose out of things and only getting involved in situations she absolutely had to. This is sometimes at odds with her protective mama wolf tendencies, but she's a stubborn ass determined to try and stick to it, even when it chafes.

● job skills (optional): Years as a barista/waitress, a handful of years owning and managing a coffee/wine bar, a few summers of retail hell stocking and cashiering.
● housing (optional): RNG me, mods!

● network username: mooncents

● network sample:

Couple of things:

1.) PSA - wet cappuccinos aren't a thing. What you want is a latte.
2.) I'm looking to get some of my ink touched up. What's the best tattoo shop in town?
3.) Tell me about some of your favorite people from home, famous or not. I need some drink ideas and I like basing them off people or fictional characters.

● prose/action sample:

The lunch rush is always the worst. Mostly because it's the loudest. Mornings are filled with college students and yuppies trying to get their caffeine fix before they head to class or work, too dead-eyed to really talk much. But the lunch rush? There's so much conversation filling it that Cat can't hear the Pandora station she chose over it. Every once in a while she thinks she can catch a twang of guitar strings over the din. But then she pulls another shot of espresso, steams another twelve ounces of milk, and it's gone again.

Luckily, it rarely lasts more than two-and-a-handful hours. The crowds trickle out, and Cat's left with whatever kids they've hired for the semester taking care of the tables while she cleans up the disaster that is their espresso machine and the blenders. She sings along quietly to the music as she does so, ignoring the way her employees giggle behind her back. (Note to self: don't schedule these two together for the lunch rush by themselves. Too much chit-chat for it to work well.) She sways, hip popping dramatically at the appropriate point in the song. And then her thighs remind her why she doesn't often do that anymore. Just in time for the bell on the front door to ring as Sullivan comes in, hands full of papers.

Cat groans. "Tell me that's not more paperwork to fill out. Didn't I hire you to keep my paperwork to a minimum?"

"Ah, quit bitching, Kitty," Sullivan laughs as he plops himself down at the bar. "At least it's not tax season."

She throws the rag she's been using to wipe down the espresso machine at his face. Paperwork sucks. Lunch rush is the worst. She's pretty sure these two employees won't be coming back after summer break. But her music is playing and life is pretty good, all things told. So she can't complain too much as she readies herself to dive into numbers hell.

(Not that it keeps her from complaining altogether. She and Sully wouldn't be themselves if they didn't bitch and rag on each other at every possible opportunity.)