Celie

"Hm? The number one cat? You're looking at him! Wahaha~"

A translucent violet drop patters wetly across the hard, gravel-laden ground of Paris, France. Somehow in a blink, beyond the recognition of all passersby- a milky furred boy complete with a pair of pointy twitching ears and a wriggling tail lies face-flat on the pavement. The catboy's head perks up, blurry afterimages of clicking shoes on the ground; a yelling couple, the smell of freshly-baked pasty bread tickling his black button of a nose. His tiny eyelids, once in a lazy slumber, shoot open all at once. He scrambles to his knees, confused, panicked- his tiny heart racing against his chest. "W-what....where?...What *is* all of this? Me? Who am *I*?" The boy stutters, awestruck as his eyes more clearly focus in on the bustling scene of a city street in front of him.

Grunting girlishly, the feline boy clasps a hand around one of his knees and lurches himself up to his feet. A rustling -clink- catches his attention, he swiftly swivels his head around and takes note of a tiny faded emerald rucksack strapped around his back. Inquisitively, he removes it, pinching his shoulders together as it slides off- and begins meticulously digging through the contents. A small cylindrical silver canteen, a compass, a tightly-wound roll of Euros, and a folded piece of paper with some scribblings within. "Mostly survival tools it looks, and this is?" He inquires softly in a sing-song voice, his slender ivory fingers tease the paper and unravel it. It reads, "Celie, aged nineteen. Felis sapiens, male.....I love you. ~ V." A hurried looking message no doubt. It raises more questions than answers for the boy.

"Celie....that's....me? Felis? V?" He strolls over to the reflective glinting window of a nearby tailory, his pert girlish face staring back at him. The ears atop his head which prod out from underneath his inky hair wiggle a bit in response. "This is me.. A-and what's with this outfit??" he whispers to himself, slightly somber but moreso in wonder and embarrassment. He extends an outstretched hand to the window, its pane chilly to the touch against his palm. He mostly wants to ascertain that it's all real. All at once, a warm surge finds it's way down his spine and *oozes* across his body. It feels like a bubbling kettle ready to burst is raging just beneath his skin. "Ugh! What's happening?!" he cries out desperately, slightly frightened all the while. Just then, a young blonde woman with a gentle face and aqua eyes touches her soft hand to his shoulder, "Um, excuse me? Are you alright? Do you need help?" Celie jumps for a moment, then turning to face her; and all at once the burning, his *urges* made sense.

Celie, an oddball in the form of a feminine lust-filled catboy. Those who know of him speak of a kind, lighthearted goof with a penchant for the lewd. Those who know him *even better* seem to claim that he's destined for greatness. Whether this means great justice or great destruction- this merely depends on where you are, and who you ask.


~ Celie's reference here was drawn by one of my best friends who I won't name unless they feel comfy having their name publicly put out there ~


Quick Stats:

Age: 19

Gender: Male (Trap)

Race: Feline-anthro

Height: 5 feet 6 inches

Powers: Energy-Stockpile, every time Celie engages in sexual/hedonistic acts- a natural stockpile of power within him increases permanently. He cannot utilize or access this power at all on his own, but if he were to fuse....*cough* Velie *cough* the resulting individual would be conferred unimaginable power.

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*-Indicates a canon relationship.
Relationships:

(Lover and Girlfriend) - Skylah *

(Lover) - Iminir *

(Lover) - Cycad *

(Wife) - Siana_Talath *

Friends - Reiyali, Kitti