Post by X2 on Nov 13, 2016 16:33:43 GMT -5
Name: Ragnvald
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult (23)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member (One of the Rescued)
Family: Unknown Mother-Deceased; Unnamed Twin Brother-Deceased [OPEN to others, just ask.]
Appearance: Rage is a tall tom. He's relatively healthy for his age, but he is underweight. Scrounging around for scraps on the street took their toll on his muscle capacity. But what he lacks in physical strength, he makes up for with heart, enthusiasm and agility. He's a long hair tomcat, with dusky grey stripes and markings. He does very much resemble a Siberian cat, and he could very well be a purebred Siberian. However, never knowing either of his parents, it's entirely possible that he's a Siberian-Mix or just an average longhaired tabby cat. (He'll never know) Under his dusky grey stripes and markings is an undercoat of white. He does have some scars, gifts from his childhood growing up. But there are two that are visible on the left side of his neck. They were deep enough that his fur there never grew back. Ragnvald has narrow eyes, with lines of worry around them. His eyes are a dark hazel. His feline self looks like this!
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Human Appearance: Jason Flemyng
Personality: Ragnvald is a highly introverted tom. It's not due to being shy, but due mostly in part to how he grew up. The few he ran into when he lived on the streets, believed him to be dumb, or suspected he wasn't all there mentally. They couldn't be more wrong. Rage has many thoughts and has a lot of ideas running through his head. He just never learned how to socialize 'normally' and has a hard time expressing himself through words because of this. Since he does have a hard time expressing himself through words, he tends to keep to himself. He's more reflective on what happens to him and does a lot of thinking in order to process his days experience. Those who haven't misunderstood him, have pegged him to be a very serious, stoic, and shy tom. And while he's not a shy tom, his social inadequacies and awkwardness, do mimic shyness. The fact that he'll choose not to speak, rather then having others make fun of him, does give the wrong impression of him being serious and stoic. But he'd rather be known as that then anything worse.
Since he hardly speaks or socializes with others, he does suffer from a speech impediment. He stutters at the start of his sentences. And when he gets stressed out, frustrated or flustered, his stutter will worsen. It also takes him longer then normal to form the right words or phrases he wants to express (which is another reason he usually remains mute or says as little as possible). Due to the length of time it takes him to speak, is the cause of all the misunderstandings others have of him and why they would make fun of him on the streets. But if one is patient enough with him, they'll find he can hold up a interesting conversation and that he does ironically have a lot to say. If one does have the patience, then they'll see Ragnvald grow more confident and he'll stutter less and get out of his head to talk more. But alas, Rage hasn't found any cats that are that patient with him; and why he's adapted to say as little as possible.
Faults: Ragnvald is very socially awkward. Over the years, he's had very little contact with other cats and what little contact he did have with other cats was usually one of conflict. He grew up not talking too much with others. And while he did learn how to talk from listening to other cats that often ignored him or were too busy with their own lives to even see him, he did not learn how to properly socialize with others. And when he would try, he got made fun of for how long it took him just to say hello, or how are you. Because of this he did develop a nasty stutter, something else others found fit to make fun of him for. Due to his inept social skills, he is more quick to jump to anger and is closer to his feral side then the house cats and tribal cats that are around him. Due to his feral nature, he often jumps to the wrong conclusions. Also, when he gets frustrated, flustered, stressed out or confused, his stutter isn't the only thing that gets bad. Ragnvald will lash out at things he doesn't understand or things that confuse him.
As stated before, Ragnvald is socially awkward and never learned how to properly socialize with others. Because of this he doesn't understand normal social situations that everyone else does and takes for granted. All the metaphors, signals go over Rage's head. Flirting is another thing that Ragnvald has no concept of. There are many simple things that Rage won't be able to understand that come so naturally to others. His stoic-ness comes in handy for such times, but if he's pressed on something he doesn't know or understand, he will again, lash out. (As he'll assume they'll call him stupid for not knowing such a simple thing) His independence is something he considers to be one of his best and only strengths, and while it has helped him survive thus far, it is definitely a fault as well. He rarely will ask for help with something physical. And if he's suffering emotionally, he'll never ask for help. He's gotten that far on his own and believes he's stronger alone.
Describing word: Introverted
History: Ragnvald was born almost immediately into a life of hardship. He was the first born to a queen he would never know and a father who had abandoned his mother shortly after knocking her up. (Someone else Rage would never meet or know). He did have a twin brother that was born a few minutes after he was. Unfortunately, his younger twin brother was still-born, and Rage never knew he even existed. Rage's mother was completely broken over the death of one of her babies. She did try her best to take care of little Ragnvald, but her guilt and overwhelming sorrow at such a loss finally caught up with her. She died of a broken heart, just before Rage was old enough to open his eyes. He stumbled around looking for his mother and for food, once he got hungry enough for about a day after the death of his mother. His day's trip and stumbling around had led him to what he sniffed out as food, but it had also led him away from where his mother had been. It wasn't long before he opened his eyes to the world for the first time, and the first thing he noticed was that he was alone.
He spent the next few weeks, instinctively sniffing out where the food was and taking what he needed. The first time he ran into another cat was while he was a toddler diving through trash cans for bits of food. It was an older tom, bones visible under his fur, and desperate for any crumb he could grab. He had been so desperate for food that he didn't seem to care that he grabbed young Ragnvald by the throat and flung him away from the trash can. Ragnvald tried to go back in, mewling hungrily for anything to eat. The desperate tom kicked the crying kitten and Rage, sobbing, and hungry got the message and continued to search for food elsewhere. His first impression on another cat was also quite jaded. The tom hadn't hurt him too badly, but it was enough for Ragnvald to keep his distance from other cats or to hide when other cats came near him.
During his childhood, he kept to the shadows, and when there were no shadows, he'd hide whenever he saw other cats nearby. Over the years he had gotten into a few scuffles and fights with others over food, and sometimes misunderstandings of Rage trespassing into other gangs territories. All the fighting is something that ingrained into Rage, and he expected nothing but hostility when he'd run into other cats. So he would go out of his way to keep himself far away from any approaching cats. He did however pick up bits of conversation over the years and slowly learned words and what most of those words meant just by listening to others around him chat. He didn't pick up on everything, but it was enough speech and skill to get him by. It was also enough to spark curiosity and his curiosity outweighed his safety. And he started trying to socialize with others, seeing how much it made others happy to do so. He was obviously missing out on something and he wanted to know what it was.
However, as he had taught himself how to talk and hadn't really talked with anyone in his life (the contact he had previously was simply fists), he took far longer to greet a tom and a queen his age that he had run into on the streets. They were well groomed and were no doubt spoiled housecats on a stroll through their neighborhood. Rage was just barely into his teen years when he attempted his first conversation, and it did not go well. The two cats stared at him in confusion while he tried forming the words to say hello, good day, and their confusion soon turned into laughter. They were spiteful and made fun of him once he finally did speak. This caused him to get flustered and embarrassed. While attempting to rebuttal their insults, a stutter severely hampered his words and only caused him more humiliation. Unable to take any more and not knowing anything else, he lashed out physically. He started beating on the tall tom and then once he was not a threat he tossed the queen away to get her to stop screaming, before running away in tears himself.
Over the course of the next several years, he was by himself more often then not, isolated from any social setting and far away from any meaningful contact with another living being. The few times he did find himself among the company of another cat it always resulted in the same thing; combat. Fighting almost always over food, but the fighting blurred together too much for Rage to really differentiate over what the fights were about. The harsh environment and being devoid of most contact, definitely aged Rage and his physical appearance did not match his true age. When he was nineteen, he got into a bad scuffle with some Hench recruits. Rage had no idea who they were, just that they caught him stealing from one of the Henches food storage supplies. The two hench cats had surrounded him and began to lay into him. Rage was no match for them physically, but he still put up a fight. Rage endured a devastating attack to his neck and received deep gashes. The Henches dragged him into a ditch and assumed he wouldn't survive.
Unfortunately for those hench cats, Ragnvald did survive. As soon as he had recovered, he had this uncontrollable urge to seek revenge. For the first time in his life he sought out those specific cats and once he caught back up with them they were beating on a defenseless queen. Ragnvald stepped in and was able to take them on, as he caught them by surprise. They didn't live long to hurt or rough up the queen they had been using. The queen misunderstood Rage's involvement for heroism and bravery. While Rage didn't understand why the queen was happy with him, but it was a new experience that Rage enjoyed. He didn't fully appreciate it until later that day when he could reflect on what had happened. The queen had called him her mysterious stoic savior, and Rage decided the less he said the better his chances were to fit in with others of his kind.
It was that incident that also had him reflecting on who was hostile and who he should attack or go after. He still kept to himself and didn't seek out contact or social endeavors but he also didn't shy away from them when he fell into a social situation. He still resolved to say as little as possible and he found others accepted him more as the silent (something about a stick up his ass) tomcat. And it was something he could live with. On top of scrounging for food, he also started jumping into fights when another tom or queen were in trouble. His life didn't improve too much, but it was a far cry from his mute days, isolated and alone. Though he still spent much of the next few years by himself, only occasionally running into other cats or helping others in trouble. Which is how he found himself in the latest predicament.
Ragnvald had been walking through the streets when he had seen one of his acquaintances (ironically the queen he had rescued years earlier from the two Hench cats- yes they kept in contact every now and then) being rounded up by a human. He ran after her and got noticed by the humans with him. He too was captured. They soon found themselves as well as many others in a dank building. Rage had no idea what was going to happen, but when they grabbed his queen friend and a few other queens, he and few of the others in the group put up a fight. He didn't want anything happening to the first cat that had been nice to him and he struggled the hardest to keep her safe. Unfortunately, he was grabbed by one of the humans and thrown against the wall. His world went black then.
(This is where his history ends, until he regains consciousness later)
RP Sample: Ragnvald had kept his stare on Bombalurina, especially as she had jumped down and moved closer to him. Had she been swaggering her hips? Or was that all in his head? Why was he even staring at that body part? Determining that being put into a social setting was changing his behavior. He opened his mouth to properly introduce himself, but she had gone on, before he could. His ears flattened in embarrassment.
Impressive?
He cleared his throat. He was definitely classified as being introverted, but he was confident in himself. Keeping eye contact, and wondering if he had simply misheard her, he furrowed his brows. "Pardon?...Imp..Impressive?" In his entire life, he had never been hit on, flirted with, or seen as attractive to queens. But in the last twelve hours, two have already shown an interest in him. It wasn't unwelcome, just a new and odd experience. Something to reflect on later, once he found some time to himself. He suddenly snapped out of his idle thoughts. "Sorry. So sorry. My name is Ragnvald. Though the few jellicles I've run into so far have opted to call me Rage. I'm not opposed to either name."
His feet had a mind of their own, and walked him closer to the scarlett beauty. "If, this is your den, I ...apologize if I have imposed on you."
Comments: He lived on the streets isolated from regular contact with others and had to fend for himself. This was for much of his life. Due to the harsh environment of providing for his own since infancy, Ragnvald looks much older then he physically is.
*Also, he is currently unconscious in Munkustraps arms*
