HUGGING OR KISSING?
— Neither. Romance is not on her horizons, not right now, and not for the foreseeable future. Hugs are accepted, grudgingly, but never initiated, and kissing is never done, no matter what. Catheryn isn't touch-averse, though she does value her personal space. Usually, Rialto sprawls over the top of her when she's resting, or Alex throws an arm around her, and she lets them, because it's a small comfort, to know that they're there, not that she'll ever admit as much out loud.
OPTIMIST, PESSIMIST, OR REALIST?
— A realist to her bones, there is no reason to view the world through rose-tinted glasses, or see it as anything worse than it really is. There are those who live with hope in their lungs, and there are those who shroud themselves in misery, Catheryn is neither. There is no point, after all, how you view the world holds no bearing on how it will treat you, and besides, being a pessimistic vampire is a little cliché, is it not?
NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD?
— Night owl, no doubt about it. She cannot let the sun's rays touch her, and though early mornings sometimes mean it hasn't risen yet, Catheryn doesn't like playing chicken with her life. The night is more welcoming, she can go anywhere she wishes, just as long as she makes sure to find shelter before morning arrives. Rialto might disagree, or even Marko, both of whom enjoy heckling others when they're out and about during the day, she's decided that two out of five of them trying their best to get kicked out of their current home is enough.
HEAD OR HEART?
— Head, undoubtedly. Catheryn spends a lot of time thinking, seeing as she doesn't speak much. Logic rules her much more than emotion, considering the latter isn't something she experiences very often. Most of her problems are easily solved with a little critical thinking, and more often than not, her (cold, unbeating) heart would just get in the way. Feelings are ... not exactly a weakness, but a detriment. Mortals care too much about emotions, it holds them back.
— Neither. Romance is not on her horizons, not right now, and not for the foreseeable future. Hugs are accepted, grudgingly, but never initiated, and kissing is never done, no matter what. Catheryn isn't touch-averse, though she does value her personal space. Usually, Rialto sprawls over the top of her when she's resting, or Alex throws an arm around her, and she lets them, because it's a small comfort, to know that they're there, not that she'll ever admit as much out loud.
OPTIMIST, PESSIMIST, OR REALIST?
— A realist to her bones, there is no reason to view the world through rose-tinted glasses, or see it as anything worse than it really is. There are those who live with hope in their lungs, and there are those who shroud themselves in misery, Catheryn is neither. There is no point, after all, how you view the world holds no bearing on how it will treat you, and besides, being a pessimistic vampire is a little cliché, is it not?
NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD?
— Night owl, no doubt about it. She cannot let the sun's rays touch her, and though early mornings sometimes mean it hasn't risen yet, Catheryn doesn't like playing chicken with her life. The night is more welcoming, she can go anywhere she wishes, just as long as she makes sure to find shelter before morning arrives. Rialto might disagree, or even Marko, both of whom enjoy heckling others when they're out and about during the day, she's decided that two out of five of them trying their best to get kicked out of their current home is enough.
HEAD OR HEART?
— Head, undoubtedly. Catheryn spends a lot of time thinking, seeing as she doesn't speak much. Logic rules her much more than emotion, considering the latter isn't something she experiences very often. Most of her problems are easily solved with a little critical thinking, and more often than not, her (cold, unbeating) heart would just get in the way. Feelings are ... not exactly a weakness, but a detriment. Mortals care too much about emotions, it holds them back.
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