Angela Cortez

o-o c: Angela's kingdom ref.

Nickname: Angel

Age: 8 months old

Gender: Female

Rank: Witch

Accessories: A lighter turquoise blue tie-back bracelet with a few colorful beads attached to it on her left paw, three turquoise ear rings on her left ear, and a pair of brightly colored blue feathers with brown areas near the tips of each from one of a legendary of birds whom stalk the more darkened sandy caves along the Kingdom.

Parents: Sandy Kindler Cortez, Flash Cortez

Littermates: Sarah 'Ella Cortez Dead

Siblings: Kenzie Jr. Cortez

Mate: N/A

Kits: N/A

Personality: A stubborn feline, a little snotty unless you are not of her acquaintance in any way. Enjoys her magical powers as being a witch, and loves to bask in the hot desert sun of Sand Kingdom. Being called a ' Sand Baby ' as of short for taking long evenings alone rolling in the cooled-down sand.

Background: Being born into a family of many assassins, Angela traded her killing part as for the power to become a witch, ;mage, or sorcerer. Her family became angry with the young kitten and as she set of traveling day and the cold nights in the Sand Kingdom desert until she reached the small town of cats such as herself who carry on in different fun activities, as well keeping their village lively, they are hard workers. Sarah 'Ella only thought her sister were to do good deeds instead of bad, and followed her where she went until being murdered by a rogue assassin morely from their own family. Angela's mother also believed it were good to leave the life of a killer, and died at the age of 9 years soon after from a deadly infection that spread from random members of the Assassins' group.. Including her father.

Relationships: Sarah Cortez
Best friend, family

Flash Cortez Despies, family

Sandy Cortez Respect, family

Kenzie Cortez*UNKNOWN* Family, not sure...

ROLEPLAY:

The sandy colored female slipped through a long drapey cloth curtain, which were embroidered with many Egyptian or Arabic - like design. It hid the entrance of one of the small huts which indeed were owned by Angela herself; two big eyes stared away, one being blurred of vison from her blind right eye and a very dulled sandy yellow colour it was. But, she could see fine for a blind lady, and had no one pitty her. The two bright feather hidded behind her ears slightly blowing against the breeze, and a slight ringing sound from the bracelets jewl beads as she walked.