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Description

Name: Mao Ming

Alias: Mao

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Type: Domestic

Species: Bambino

Height: 140 cm

Weight: 77 lbs

Orientation: likely cis butwhoknows,she'sinnocent

Status: Single

Faction: Neutral; friendly to the White Emperor faction due to family connections

Job: a nun

Ability: ---------
Magic Chart Position: -----
Royal Mark Position: -----

Personality
Kind-hearted | soft-spoken | caring |compassionate | Devoted +

Conservative | Circumspect | Guileless | Soft =

Critical | Hesitant | Naive | Passive | Sly -

To the other cats living with her at the nunnery, they'd say that Mao is a quiet, sweet little thing who doesn't mind doing favors for people who ask for it, and would even drop everything she's doing to help out--even though her size prevents her sometimes.

History

Poor Crops

Little Mao was born ninth in the order from a large family of farmers who already had eight other children before she even arrived. She was born during one particularly harsh winter that rendered their lands dry and infertile that following planting season. The family toiled and tried this way and that to irrigate the land properly. Her father took to selling some of their belongings to buy new seed to plant, and even then on that following harvest season the crops failed to produce barely enough to even feed themselves and their young kittens.

The first to go were her mother's jewelry when she was still a maiden. Then her father's finest fur coats. There isn't enough money to go around to buy enough food to support the whole family. The older children offered to go to Felida city and find work there so that they might get something to eat and bring home. With teary eyes, Mao's mother watched her three sons and her husband depart for the city to work at the ports, promising to bring home sacks of flour and dried meat and fish for them to last the winter. That's when Mao, then one year old, fell ill from the terrible cold. Her mother scrounged up whatever she could to pay for a healer to come see her baby. And when the healer did, he gave one look at the tiny, pale form in the woman's arms and declared that the medicine will be quite expensive. If she wanted little Mao to live, that is. It broke her mother's heart in pieces as she clutched Mao's bundled up form in her arms--her mind going places that only a desperate parent could think of--- Cataria Temple.

An Indecent Trade

The bambino queen bundled up her five children with Mao and trekked South where the temple of the Magna Feles is. She begged for help for the small, sick baby in her arms and the other little ones holding on to her clothes and her tail like baby possums do with their mother. They sure were a pitiful sad sight, and a young monk took pity on her and her children and offered them a warm place to wait while they waited audience from the priestess herself. The priest of the temple is presently away and on a meeting with some of Korat's local leaders to find solutions for the current destructive frost.

The monk even provided them something to eat while they waited, and from the way the children eyed the roasted pumpkin and potato pieces on sticks, it is evident that they haven't sunk their teeth in anything nourishing for quite some time. As they ate, she recounted her troubles to the monk, who then asked to have a look at the sick baby. Mao was a sad sight to behold; her small face pallid and her ears ashy gray from the sickness. That's when the priestess came in to receive them. Once more, Mao's mother begged for help to save her baby's life. The priestess, like the healer, gave one look at the sick child and let out a drawn out sigh. The kitten's case is quite difficult, and costly herbs are needed to heal her. And from the look of things, she might not survive the return trip, nor even the night----"please take her in."

adopt her and turn her into a nun or anything---I do not care what you do with her as long as she gets well and lives.

Eyebrows were raised, but not the priestesses'. She told the mother to think carefully about this drastic choice.Think of it long, and hard.

"She might hate you one day... when she comes of age. You do know that once you offer her life to Magna Feles, she will be in servitude to the temple for as long as she lives."

"...she may hate me, but the hate she has is a good indication that she is alive and well."

More things were said, and the priestess seemed satisfied. Before Mao's siblings and mother left, they gave the baby one last kiss on the forehead before they trekked back home. Their arms laden with loaves of bread and an earthenware pot of pickled vegetables to last them for a few weeks or so. The priestess tenderly gazed at the sleeping baby in her arms.

"..Your mother loved you enough to have the willpower to leave you here."

Assistant Abbess of Magna Feles

She grew up uneventfully after her sickness was treated by the said costly herbs and medicine that the temple has in stock that was strictly for the use of acolytes and hierophants in the temple only. Her childhood is strict and austere. Everything seemed so solemn and stiffly formal in her daily life as a young nun-in-training. There were lessons to be learned and chores to be done, like cleaning the halls of the temple, cooking large portions for everyone living in the temple and the nunnery alike, heading out to try and get impoverished, sick catarians treated. If there is anything that Mao looked forward to, it's often heading out to the countryside with a group of other nuns and the abbess carrying baskets of food and medicine to Catarians who desperately needed it.

Now, Mao is also like any other teenager--and she asked many questions about the whereabouts of her family and all that. The priestess had been tolerant of her request to see her family---or just even her parents. For sure it'll be a nice reunion, isn't it? Oh how Mao was wrong. Her father earlier found out that her mother had given her to the temple in exchange for food. They argued quite a lot after that and things weren't the same. Her father still resented her mother's decision, and refused to come see Mao at the temple. "I'll only be tempted to spirit her away from that place!" He exclaimed. Their lives improved somehow, as Mao's two older brothers found themselves working for the White Emperor behind the walls of the gleaming glory of Gran Alba Castrum by the sea. They may have had a better standard of living now, but Mao's mother hasn't forgotten.

On Mao's 13th birthday, she had a pleasant surprise waiting for her at the entryway of the nunnery. Her mother and one of her older brothers came to visit her for the first time. Her mother had no idea how much Mao had grown, but made it a point to weave her a fur-lined coat as a gift anyway. Her brother brought her a variety of gifts too from the city, mostly shoes and boxes of sweets. Mao was ecstatic, and looked forward to seeing her mother and some of her siblings every year. She couldn't remember bonding with these people, but she somehow had quite a connection to them.

This yearly event in her life somehow spurred the bambino cat into training even harder to rise the ranks in the nunnery and as of present, she is second in command to the current abbess in Cataria temple.

Likes
+sweets
+warmth
+helping others
+fish
+chatting up worshippers
+her birthdays

Dislikes
-chores
-the cold
-disorganization
-too much heat/sunshine

Extra
= likes writing prose in her spare time
= was infatuated with one of the monks before; was sharply corrected by the abbess lmao
= likes cooking
= she enjoys teaching street children how to read
= theme: youtu.be/z64HCi2rQkE?t=305

Description

Name: Mao Ming

Alias: Mao

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Type: Domestic

Species: Bambino

Height: 140 cm

Weight: 77 lbs

Orientation: likely cis butwhoknows,she'sinnocent

Status: Single

Faction: Neutral; friendly to the White Emperor faction due to family connections

Job: a nun

Ability: ---------
Magic Chart Position: -----
Royal Mark Position: -----

Personality
Kind-hearted | soft-spoken | caring |compassionate | Devoted +

Conservative | Circumspect | Guileless | Soft =

Critical | Hesitant | Naive | Passive | Sly -

To the other cats living with her at the nunnery, they'd say that Mao is a quiet, sweet little thing who doesn't mind doing favors for people who ask for it, and would even drop everything she's doing to help out--even though her size prevents her sometimes.

History

Poor Crops

Little Mao was born ninth in the order from a large family of farmers who already had eight other children before she even arrived. She was born during one particularly harsh winter that rendered their lands dry and infertile that following planting season. The family toiled and tried this way and that to irrigate the land properly. Her father took to selling some of their belongings to buy new seed to plant, and even then on that following harvest season the crops failed to produce barely enough to even feed themselves and their young kittens.

The first to go were her mother's jewelry when she was still a maiden. Then her father's finest fur coats. There isn't enough money to go around to buy enough food to support the whole family. The older children offered to go to Felida city and find work there so that they might get something to eat and bring home. With teary eyes, Mao's mother watched her three sons and her husband depart for the city to work at the ports, promising to bring home sacks of flour and dried meat and fish for them to last the winter. That's when Mao, then one year old, fell ill from the terrible cold. Her mother scrounged up whatever she could to pay for a healer to come see her baby. And when the healer did, he gave one look at the tiny, pale form in the woman's arms and declared that the medicine will be quite expensive. If she wanted little Mao to live, that is. It broke her mother's heart in pieces as she clutched Mao's bundled up form in her arms--her mind going places that only a desperate parent could think of--- Cataria Temple.

An Indecent Trade

The bambino queen bundled up her five children with Mao and trekked South where the temple of the Magna Feles is. She begged for help for the small, sick baby in her arms and the other little ones holding on to her clothes and her tail like baby possums do with their mother. They sure were a pitiful sad sight, and a young monk took pity on her and her children and offered them a warm place to wait while they waited audience from the priestess herself. The priest of the temple is presently away and on a meeting with some of Korat's local leaders to find solutions for the current destructive frost.

The monk even provided them something to eat while they waited, and from the way the children eyed the roasted pumpkin and potato pieces on sticks, it is evident that they haven't sunk their teeth in anything nourishing for quite some time. As they ate, she recounted her troubles to the monk, who then asked to have a look at the sick baby. Mao was a sad sight to behold; her small face pallid and her ears ashy gray from the sickness. That's when the priestess came in to receive them. Once more, Mao's mother begged for help to save her baby's life. The priestess, like the healer, gave one look at the sick child and let out a drawn out sigh. The kitten's case is quite difficult, and costly herbs are needed to heal her. And from the look of things, she might not survive the return trip, nor even the night----"please take her in."

adopt her and turn her into a nun or anything---I do not care what you do with her as long as she gets well and lives.

Eyebrows were raised, but not the priestesses'. She told the mother to think carefully about this drastic choice.Think of it long, and hard.

"She might hate you one day... when she comes of age. You do know that once you offer her life to Magna Feles, she will be in servitude to the temple for as long as she lives."

"...she may hate me, but the hate she has is a good indication that she is alive and well."

More things were said, and the priestess seemed satisfied. Before Mao's siblings and mother left, they gave the baby one last kiss on the forehead before they trekked back home. Their arms laden with loaves of bread and an earthenware pot of pickled vegetables to last them for a few weeks or so. The priestess tenderly gazed at the sleeping baby in her arms.

"..Your mother loved you enough to have the willpower to leave you here."

Assistant Abbess of Magna Feles

She grew up uneventfully after her sickness was treated by the said costly herbs and medicine that the temple has in stock that was strictly for the use of acolytes and hierophants in the temple only. Her childhood is strict and austere. Everything seemed so solemn and stiffly formal in her daily life as a young nun-in-training. There were lessons to be learned and chores to be done, like cleaning the halls of the temple, cooking large portions for everyone living in the temple and the nunnery alike, heading out to try and get impoverished, sick catarians treated. If there is anything that Mao looked forward to, it's often heading out to the countryside with a group of other nuns and the abbess carrying baskets of food and medicine to Catarians who desperately needed it.

Now, Mao is also like any other teenager--and she asked many questions about the whereabouts of her family and all that. The priestess had been tolerant of her request to see her family---or just even her parents. For sure it'll be a nice reunion, isn't it? Oh how Mao was wrong. Her father earlier found out that her mother had given her to the temple in exchange for food. They argued quite a lot after that and things weren't the same. Her father still resented her mother's decision, and refused to come see Mao at the temple. "I'll only be tempted to spirit her away from that place!" He exclaimed. Their lives improved somehow, as Mao's two older brothers found themselves working for the White Emperor behind the walls of the gleaming glory of Gran Alba Castrum by the sea. They may have had a better standard of living now, but Mao's mother hasn't forgotten.

On Mao's 13th birthday, she had a pleasant surprise waiting for her at the entryway of the nunnery. Her mother and one of her older brothers came to visit her for the first time. Her mother had no idea how much Mao had grown, but made it a point to weave her a fur-lined coat as a gift anyway. Her brother brought her a variety of gifts too from the city, mostly shoes and boxes of sweets. Mao was ecstatic, and looked forward to seeing her mother and some of her siblings every year. She couldn't remember bonding with these people, but she somehow had quite a connection to them.

This yearly event in her life somehow spurred the bambino cat into training even harder to rise the ranks in the nunnery and as of present, she is second in command to the current abbess in Cataria temple.

Likes
+sweets
+warmth
+helping others
+fish
+chatting up worshippers
+her birthdays

Dislikes
-chores
-the cold
-disorganization
-too much heat/sunshine

Extra
= likes writing prose in her spare time
= was infatuated with one of the monks before; was sharply corrected by the abbess lmao
= likes cooking
= she enjoys teaching street children how to read
= theme: youtu.be/z64HCi2rQkE?t=305