Post by stubinz on Mar 3, 2017 23:39:40 GMT -5
Name Haversham
Gender male
Age elder (50's-60)
Tribe Jellicles
Family friend of Gus.
Appearance short (five foot two) gray and black short hair tabby
a little soft around the middle wrinkels and bags around
the eyes.
Personality (must be detailed at least 8 sentances)
solid and dependable, he's a little gruff, and plesently pesimistic in a genial way. a cat of few words, perhapse it's because he tends not to inerupt but this does make him easy to unburden too.
Haversham is a dedicated pub crawler with a preferance to beer and ale over harder liquer and despite his age he can pace himself to hold his own with cats far younger than himself.
getting Black Porter into him is a sure way to get him started "yarning"then you'll find him a font of tall tales. these yarns allways feature other cats that he has eaither known or has heard of. typicaly they will start with "Ya know ya remind me of...".
Haversham is very loyal to those likes. curently he is a bit wary of
humans. you see one of the times that he fell asleep in the alley behind the pub he was taken by a well meaning human and was well...fixed.
Describeing word crumdgeon.
History 8 sentaces minimmum
Haversham never knew his father, and only had his mother Three Belles,
for a short time. he belives that he may have had three sibs posibly four. you see his mother was a ships cat and every time she had a litter of kittens the crew would drop them off in whatever port that they were in as soon as the kits had been weaned.
he spent his earliest years knocking about the docks until he moved deeper into the city. finaly he settled in at the Atlas Taxi Companyas their mouser, keeping the maintainece bays, storage areas and garage clear of mice and rats. he may have been small but he was FAST.
his youth was spent wild, feral, and free. as the seasons turned he got closer to one of the humans, a driver, and when this driver moved up to dispatcher, well Haversham moved into the dispathcers cage right with him. Haversham gleaned a wairy respect for the controled chaos that seemed to bethe corner stone of human society. comfortable, well fed, and secure he began to explore the neghiborehood. this was when
he found the gathering spot behind The Meadowlark and The Rose, a pub next to a certin thater wheare he met Gus. yes Haversham is one of Gus'es infamous "Friends at their Club". times were good, but seasons have a way of turning at their own pace. about six months ago, as humans reckon time, Havershams human began to cough and smell...WRONG.
he began to miss work, and last month he simply stopped comeing at all. his replacement hated cats, in fact the only thing he thought that they good for was being moveing targets. yesterday when he came to work smelling of Dogs, blood, and pain Haversham knew it was timeto GO.
RP sample
Haversham cauoutiosly moved down the pavement. wairily he watched both the shadows receeding with the dawn and the roadway. Haversham thought "be an awfull joke ta come all this way and end up like ole Buttercup, poor ole Buttercup did na even see the lorry comin 'e did...sanp too ya ol fool! if Gus was na fill yer ears with smoke 'bout some Fiddlers Green then behind them gates tis the only sanctuary Yer likely ta find!" then he straghtined his shoulders and aproached the Junkyards
Gates....
Gender male
Age elder (50's-60)
Tribe Jellicles
Family friend of Gus.
Appearance short (five foot two) gray and black short hair tabby
a little soft around the middle wrinkels and bags around
the eyes.
Personality (must be detailed at least 8 sentances)
solid and dependable, he's a little gruff, and plesently pesimistic in a genial way. a cat of few words, perhapse it's because he tends not to inerupt but this does make him easy to unburden too.
Haversham is a dedicated pub crawler with a preferance to beer and ale over harder liquer and despite his age he can pace himself to hold his own with cats far younger than himself.
getting Black Porter into him is a sure way to get him started "yarning"then you'll find him a font of tall tales. these yarns allways feature other cats that he has eaither known or has heard of. typicaly they will start with "Ya know ya remind me of...".
Haversham is very loyal to those likes. curently he is a bit wary of
humans. you see one of the times that he fell asleep in the alley behind the pub he was taken by a well meaning human and was well...fixed.
Describeing word crumdgeon.
History 8 sentaces minimmum
Haversham never knew his father, and only had his mother Three Belles,
for a short time. he belives that he may have had three sibs posibly four. you see his mother was a ships cat and every time she had a litter of kittens the crew would drop them off in whatever port that they were in as soon as the kits had been weaned.
he spent his earliest years knocking about the docks until he moved deeper into the city. finaly he settled in at the Atlas Taxi Companyas their mouser, keeping the maintainece bays, storage areas and garage clear of mice and rats. he may have been small but he was FAST.
his youth was spent wild, feral, and free. as the seasons turned he got closer to one of the humans, a driver, and when this driver moved up to dispatcher, well Haversham moved into the dispathcers cage right with him. Haversham gleaned a wairy respect for the controled chaos that seemed to bethe corner stone of human society. comfortable, well fed, and secure he began to explore the neghiborehood. this was when
he found the gathering spot behind The Meadowlark and The Rose, a pub next to a certin thater wheare he met Gus. yes Haversham is one of Gus'es infamous "Friends at their Club". times were good, but seasons have a way of turning at their own pace. about six months ago, as humans reckon time, Havershams human began to cough and smell...WRONG.
he began to miss work, and last month he simply stopped comeing at all. his replacement hated cats, in fact the only thing he thought that they good for was being moveing targets. yesterday when he came to work smelling of Dogs, blood, and pain Haversham knew it was timeto GO.
RP sample
Haversham cauoutiosly moved down the pavement. wairily he watched both the shadows receeding with the dawn and the roadway. Haversham thought "be an awfull joke ta come all this way and end up like ole Buttercup, poor ole Buttercup did na even see the lorry comin 'e did...sanp too ya ol fool! if Gus was na fill yer ears with smoke 'bout some Fiddlers Green then behind them gates tis the only sanctuary Yer likely ta find!" then he straghtined his shoulders and aproached the Junkyards
Gates....
