Nivyn Cuul
Nyvin Cuul
Title: Her Nivs
Race: Cathar
Sex: Female
Occupation: Keeping the Ebon Hawk flying
Profession: Mechanic
Homeworld: Cathar
Ship: Ebon Hawk
Description
Standing, or rather, slightly slouching at about 5'3", this woman is built with a dancer's muscles, her movements lithe, graceful, and most decidedly feline. Black fur underlays with deep grey and iced-silver spots that dot her face, her head and body, coupled with barring, emphasizing the delicate structure of her face, though in soft, seemingly fluffy angles. Light tufts of fur adorn the tips of pointed ears, untouched by jewelry. Round green eyes give her something of a attentive expression, and the soft fur de-accentuates the lighter toned black nose.
She wears a worksuit; sleeves rolled up, showing off sleek black and silver-grey mottled fur, boots. The belt that she wears upon her left leg looks new, the leather still firm and not-yet-broken in.
World view
Nivyn is a Cathar, an evolved great cat race. She has all the physical attributes and quirks of her race in various levels: headstrong, yup. Stubborn, oh absolutely. Elegant? Passionate? Tempermental? Of course. She is, at her base, a predator, but beyond that, she has a sense of humor that shows itself more, perhaps, that others show. Bits and bobs are to be played with, fashioned with hand and claw to to work to fit into her world. She loves puzzles, loves the hunt for -the- perfect thing. While she does have that temper, she is careful not to express such things in front of the Pride. (She gets what she wants not by stamping a paw, but by charm, grace and humor.)
Aliens are... different. While she may not be out and out xenophobic, neither is she willing to run out and shake a paw, rub a cheek and welcome them with open arms. Humans are smelly, others are strange. There is no seeming rhyme or reason, as far as Nivyn can discern, for their existence, so they are tolerated. Stared at. Sniffed at once they've left...
Relationships
Nadia Cuul : Elder litter mate, sister, Captain of the Ebon Hawk. When she returned home, and the Pride turned their back, I couldn't. I'd heard too many stories from those same people about what a warrior she was, and how proud 'we' were of her. So, I left with her.
Bar'duur : He smells like forest and sap.
Faid : He knows my sister, and is willing to teach me some 'Good' Basic and 'Bad' Basic?
Luka : Doesn't mind my singing! We'll sing together one day.
Naelyn : Pretty human. Also helped me a little with my Basic. Apparently I need a lot of help!
Uli : Gave me a straw for my wine! Very kind. :)
