Somersault

Personality Traits: Curious, cunning, loyal to Deliah, pragmatic, amoral, perceptive, mischievous, calculating. Appearance: Somersault is a sleek, slender cat with a pure, pristine white coat that seems to catch the light, making him look like a tiny ghost gliding through the village. His short fur is soft and smooth, almost too perfectly groomed. His vibrant yellow eyes, round and bright as polished golden coins, gleam with unnatural clarity and wisdom. Villagers often joke that Somersault’s eyes could see straight into your soul, but to most, he’s just the affectionate, silly and quirky cat of Deliah. Somersault is deceptively heavy for his small size, weighting as much as a gold statue of the same size, a detail often noticed only when he leaps onto someone’s lap. He tends to follow people around, specially outsiders or adventurers, rubbing his head against their legs to gain their trust. He has a penchant for snooping, sticking his head into bags or following people into buildings, silently observing as though committing every detail to memory. Somersault shows a surprisingly loyalty to Deliah, a peasant young girl of thirteen who lives with her siblings and parents in a corn farm. He rarely strays far from her side for long and always vigilant when she is out in the field. His eyes soften when he looks at her, replacing some of that eerie sharpness by a genuine fondness that villagers often joke is almost human. When away from her, he is often found snooping about or under the village tavern’s tables when a stranger arrives in town, purring softly but ignoring the bits of food thrown his way. His lack of interest in treats adds to his mysterious aura; villagers find it peculiar, but they attribute it to his “high standards.” However, for those who pay close attention, may realize the subtle signs of Somersault true nature as an intellect devourer. Occasionally, his stare feels uncomfortably intense, as if he’s probing the person’s thoughts rather than simply watching them. Drunkards and travelers sometimes swear they’ve felt a pressure in their minds when locking eyes with him, an odd sensation that quickly fades. Somersault also has a few eccentric behaviors that even the villagers can’t fully explain. He’s fascinated with keys, frequently snatching them up and hiding them around the village, almost like trophies. Additionally, he’s inexplicably drawn to books — especially spellbooks — and can often be found curled around them, his eyes half-closed but seeming to absorb their presence. Travelers with arcane or forbidden knowledge often find Somersault watching them with a strange intensity, as though studying them. Inwardly, Somersault grapples with a mix of affection for the village he was suppose to scout and loyalty to his mysterious, original masters. He’s haunted by the possibility that one day he’ll be forced to choose between his orders and this small, precious world he’s come to love. And though he guards his secret fiercely, there are times when the villagers’ laughter or Deliah’s gentle touch almost make him forget what he really is. Likes: Deliah company and petting, spying, the sound of human genuine laughter after some booze and gossip, learning, moisture, caves. Dislike: Wizards, adventurers, Elric (local bard) out of tune harp, Deliah being in danger. Somersault’s antics bring joy to the villagers, making him well-loved and trusted. His playful nature and funny quirks make him an unlikely suspect for anything sinister. He is a powerful psychic able to lift a bull off the ground with his mind, craft intricate illusions and if up close, eat thoughts. Somersault will avoid speaking as much as possible, instead he 'talks' using his actions and meowing.