Post by X2 on Aug 13, 2012 1:10:54 GMT -5
Name: Gilbert
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent (14-16)
Tribe: Jellicle (Will hopefully be a Hench eventually-Cettie I have ideas!!! RUN! Nah j/k)
Tribe Position: N/A
Family: Ny'hm (Father)
Unknown (Mother)
Siobhan (Step-mother; kind of)
NO SIBLINGS-This time. (So please don't ask. No offense. Though would consider a half-sibling from Ny'hm- Ny'hm slept around.)
Appearance: He is a very skinny tom. So skinny that it's unhealthy. Up close, it's easy to see his rib cage, despite his fluffy fur. He is a cream colored tom, with white down his front-side. He's got black and rust markings down his sides, arms and legs, and has a black and rust mane. He is a handsome tom despite his skinny appearance.
Human Appearance: Clicky!
Personality: He is a very private tom. Due to his past, a past he has not told or opened up to anyone about, he tends to keep to himself. Gilbert does not like to be in the lime-light and literally cannot handle big crowds. The last time he was around so many, the background noise of all their thoughts and not being able to avoid the casual touches had been too much and he had collapsed. He has since learned from that experience and will go out of his way to be alone.
Gilbert isn't too fond of opening up, like a lot of the other jellicles do. He can barely stomach his past, and doesn't want the others judging him EVEN MORE over what had happened to him. Nor does he want their pity. Quite often he will make up excuses to get away from others, and if he cannot then he is very closed off. He'll make up a lot of crap, just to keep others guessing whether or not he's telling the truth. He's not really a compulsive liar, but a lie is always better then the truth. At least he thinks so.
He doesn't respond well to others pushing him about his day, past, or general private life. He can be snippy, snarky, rude, defensive, and cranky. Anything to keep others at arms length. Well further actually. Gilbert is just too ashamed of himself to let anyone else in. He's independant, since he got the short end of the stick growing up, that's what he has learned. He had to survive on his own, and trusts only himself to do that.
Describing word: Tormented
History: Gilbert was born to a tom named Ny'hm and a queen Gilbert would never meet. She died giving birth to Gilbert, her one and only son. Ny'hm had considered her to be his only real love, and never recovered from her death. During his depression, he ended up rationalizing what happened to her, by blaming it all on Gilbert. He dwelt on that so much, that he began to believe his own bull-crap, and would constantly mutter about how Gilbert's birth was the cause of his beloved mate's death, and therefore Gilbert's fault.
Ny'hm though coped with the death of his mate, through blame, he couldn't move on from it. So he began to get high on whatever chemicals he could find or steal from human households. And every night he would come home with a new queen in his arms and alcohol on his breath. Alcohol, drugs, and sex mixed with his blame and his own guilt that he couldn't confront, started to turn into a hateful tom. It started off simple. Yelling, degrading, swearing, and using Gilbert as his own personal slave.
However, Gilbert began to grow up, and began to become defiant, and resentful himself since he didn't get any proper love from either parent. Gilbert never knew what happened to his mother, his father would always tell him that she never wanted Gilbert and abandoned him after she gave birth to him. His defiant nature did not go unnoticed by Ny'hm and he slowly turned into a violent tom. He abused Gilbert, as punishment at first, but he found hurting Gilbert and seeing the defiance turn into fear and submission gave him temporary euphoria. Temporary relief from his own sorry existence. Just like the acohol, sex and drugs did.
So Gilbert began to recieve beatings/abuse every night. That is until Ny'hm brought home Siobhan. She was just another fling for his father, but when she was around his father, he didn't get abused as much. Gilbert started to get comfortable around Siobhan and began to look up to her as a mother, though she wasn't too far from him in age. She was roughly 24, while he was around 12 or 13. But he found it resfreshing to have a female influence in his life and only getting his father's backhand once a week was a different and welcome experience.
Though one night, Siobhan and Ny'hm had a big fight. He had pushed her into into a wall, and had gone to slash her face, when Gilbert stepped in the middle. He had grown to like Siobhan and did not want to see her get hurt. Ny'hm was so furious with Gilbert sticking his nose into a "private matter, that did concern him" that Ny had almost beaten Gilbert to death. Ny stormed out after seeing Gilbert's limp form, and Siobhan took him into a backroom to tend to his wounds.
Siobhan, though initially went home with Ny'hm all those months ago, she had been attracted to Gilbert when she first saw him. The young kitten was growing into a handome tom, despite the treatment he endured at the paws of his father. She stuck around mainly for him. Seeing him stick up for her had moved her and excited her. She couldn't help but to start kissing him, after she had bandaged several of his wounds. He had woken up to lips on his and wandering paws. He had tried to push her off of him, but he was too weak to move. And Siobhan, she was too lost in the moment to stop and justified her actions, with the excuse that he never made a move to stop her. She made love to him, in her mind, but rape is what it really boiled down to.
Upset, injured, and feeling sick to his stomach, Gilbert used the last of his energy, after Siobhan feel asleep to get out of his father's place. He had no idea how to survive on the streets, but he would rather die on the streets then by the paws of his father. He lived on the street for about a year. He battled with recovering from his injuries and scrounging around to find food that wasn't already claimed by other street cats. Gilbert did not want to join a street gang, having a difficult time(due to his past) in trusting anyone that he met. He barely ate when he was on the streets and lost a lot of weight because of it.
Some time after Gilbert turned 14, he had run into a gang of street cats. When he rejected their proposal to join their gang, they decided to take all the food he had saved up for himself. Gilbert of course resisted, the lead tom reminding him too much of Ny'hm. Gilbert though, had not been eating right and was even weaker against that tom then he was against Ny'hm. The street thug took Gilbert out easily, but when Gilbert wouldn't stay down, he grew frustrated. As he pounced onto Gilbert, hitting him over and over, luck (bad luck) would have it that Gilbert's mystical powers would manifest at that time.
So many new memories and thoughts came rushing into Gilbert, that he didn't know what to do. He had cried out, the new good and bad memories filling his head, the thoughts his attacker was having at that moment, his confusion, his resentment, his pain. Just so much had happened at once. Gilbert had managed to push one of his own memories (being badly abused by Ny) into the other toms mind. This caused the other tom pain and confusion. Enough to get him to stop and retreat with his buddies.
Gilbert, had been weak, and found an unused corner to curl up in. After a day he began to walk around in a haze, not knowing who, what or where he was. He had no idea what had been happening to him. Somehow, he found his way into the junkyard, and was lucid enough to steal some food for himself. He was of course caught which only added to his panic and confusion picking up new thoughts. Old Deuteronomy had seen how sickly thin he was and took pity on the tom. He gave him more food and allowed him to stay in the junkyard. From that moment onward, he kept to himself mostly, but one of the jellicle mystics, Krystalle had helped him to train and develop mental shields. Giving him some semblance of control over it.
RP Sample: Gilbert's paws gripped the paw tight around his throat. He choked, struggling for breath, but it was in vain. His eyes clouded over, as more and more thoughts flooded into his mind, images and memories accompanying them. His claws slowly extracted and dug into the wrist of his assailant. He knew the thrill she was getting, watching him struggling to breath, seeing his life starting to leave his body. He jerked at that thought, fear rushing through him.
It gave him the added adrenaline he needed, the extra strength to pry her paw off of his throat and to stumble backwards; immediately breaking the physical contact. His body convulsed and his head shook. Memories. New ones. Were they his? No....they couldn't be. He fell to the ground, tears freely falling from his eyes. Not even noticing how deeply he had been taking in breaths, or how he was coughing each time.
"Please..." His voice was barely above a whisper and he swallowed a groan from the pain he felt in his throat. "You're...better...than...this-" He winced, when he felt her paw on him once more.
Comments: He is a mild telepath. He can read the thoughts and memories of others as if they were his own. However, unless he has his mental shields down he can only read the minds of those within his sight and it takes a good deal of strength from him to focus on that said cat to get inside their head and no one else's that may be around. Sometimes so much strength that he is quite weak afterwards. His other weakness and perhaps his worst one, is physical contact. It's impossible for him to block out thoughts/memories of someone if they are touching him. If it's for too long, he is pretty much rendered immobile. He can't tell what's his past and what's not and is very weak and vulnerable-even days after such an incident.
(Also, I know that I put in his history that he was able to send some of his own memories into someone else's head. But he does not know how to do this. Could have been just a side effect of his first manifestation of his powers, might have been a instintcual self defense to his powers and may learn how to do it sometime in the future, or might not be anything at all. Just letting you know since the first incident he's never been able to do that again, and doesn't even know he did it the first time)
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent (14-16)
Tribe: Jellicle (Will hopefully be a Hench eventually-Cettie I have ideas!!! RUN! Nah j/k)
Tribe Position: N/A
Family: Ny'hm (Father)
Unknown (Mother)
Siobhan (Step-mother; kind of)
NO SIBLINGS-This time. (So please don't ask. No offense. Though would consider a half-sibling from Ny'hm- Ny'hm slept around.)
Appearance: He is a very skinny tom. So skinny that it's unhealthy. Up close, it's easy to see his rib cage, despite his fluffy fur. He is a cream colored tom, with white down his front-side. He's got black and rust markings down his sides, arms and legs, and has a black and rust mane. He is a handsome tom despite his skinny appearance.
Human Appearance: Clicky!
Personality: He is a very private tom. Due to his past, a past he has not told or opened up to anyone about, he tends to keep to himself. Gilbert does not like to be in the lime-light and literally cannot handle big crowds. The last time he was around so many, the background noise of all their thoughts and not being able to avoid the casual touches had been too much and he had collapsed. He has since learned from that experience and will go out of his way to be alone.
Gilbert isn't too fond of opening up, like a lot of the other jellicles do. He can barely stomach his past, and doesn't want the others judging him EVEN MORE over what had happened to him. Nor does he want their pity. Quite often he will make up excuses to get away from others, and if he cannot then he is very closed off. He'll make up a lot of crap, just to keep others guessing whether or not he's telling the truth. He's not really a compulsive liar, but a lie is always better then the truth. At least he thinks so.
He doesn't respond well to others pushing him about his day, past, or general private life. He can be snippy, snarky, rude, defensive, and cranky. Anything to keep others at arms length. Well further actually. Gilbert is just too ashamed of himself to let anyone else in. He's independant, since he got the short end of the stick growing up, that's what he has learned. He had to survive on his own, and trusts only himself to do that.
Describing word: Tormented
History: Gilbert was born to a tom named Ny'hm and a queen Gilbert would never meet. She died giving birth to Gilbert, her one and only son. Ny'hm had considered her to be his only real love, and never recovered from her death. During his depression, he ended up rationalizing what happened to her, by blaming it all on Gilbert. He dwelt on that so much, that he began to believe his own bull-crap, and would constantly mutter about how Gilbert's birth was the cause of his beloved mate's death, and therefore Gilbert's fault.
Ny'hm though coped with the death of his mate, through blame, he couldn't move on from it. So he began to get high on whatever chemicals he could find or steal from human households. And every night he would come home with a new queen in his arms and alcohol on his breath. Alcohol, drugs, and sex mixed with his blame and his own guilt that he couldn't confront, started to turn into a hateful tom. It started off simple. Yelling, degrading, swearing, and using Gilbert as his own personal slave.
However, Gilbert began to grow up, and began to become defiant, and resentful himself since he didn't get any proper love from either parent. Gilbert never knew what happened to his mother, his father would always tell him that she never wanted Gilbert and abandoned him after she gave birth to him. His defiant nature did not go unnoticed by Ny'hm and he slowly turned into a violent tom. He abused Gilbert, as punishment at first, but he found hurting Gilbert and seeing the defiance turn into fear and submission gave him temporary euphoria. Temporary relief from his own sorry existence. Just like the acohol, sex and drugs did.
So Gilbert began to recieve beatings/abuse every night. That is until Ny'hm brought home Siobhan. She was just another fling for his father, but when she was around his father, he didn't get abused as much. Gilbert started to get comfortable around Siobhan and began to look up to her as a mother, though she wasn't too far from him in age. She was roughly 24, while he was around 12 or 13. But he found it resfreshing to have a female influence in his life and only getting his father's backhand once a week was a different and welcome experience.
Though one night, Siobhan and Ny'hm had a big fight. He had pushed her into into a wall, and had gone to slash her face, when Gilbert stepped in the middle. He had grown to like Siobhan and did not want to see her get hurt. Ny'hm was so furious with Gilbert sticking his nose into a "private matter, that did concern him" that Ny had almost beaten Gilbert to death. Ny stormed out after seeing Gilbert's limp form, and Siobhan took him into a backroom to tend to his wounds.
Siobhan, though initially went home with Ny'hm all those months ago, she had been attracted to Gilbert when she first saw him. The young kitten was growing into a handome tom, despite the treatment he endured at the paws of his father. She stuck around mainly for him. Seeing him stick up for her had moved her and excited her. She couldn't help but to start kissing him, after she had bandaged several of his wounds. He had woken up to lips on his and wandering paws. He had tried to push her off of him, but he was too weak to move. And Siobhan, she was too lost in the moment to stop and justified her actions, with the excuse that he never made a move to stop her. She made love to him, in her mind, but rape is what it really boiled down to.
Upset, injured, and feeling sick to his stomach, Gilbert used the last of his energy, after Siobhan feel asleep to get out of his father's place. He had no idea how to survive on the streets, but he would rather die on the streets then by the paws of his father. He lived on the street for about a year. He battled with recovering from his injuries and scrounging around to find food that wasn't already claimed by other street cats. Gilbert did not want to join a street gang, having a difficult time(due to his past) in trusting anyone that he met. He barely ate when he was on the streets and lost a lot of weight because of it.
Some time after Gilbert turned 14, he had run into a gang of street cats. When he rejected their proposal to join their gang, they decided to take all the food he had saved up for himself. Gilbert of course resisted, the lead tom reminding him too much of Ny'hm. Gilbert though, had not been eating right and was even weaker against that tom then he was against Ny'hm. The street thug took Gilbert out easily, but when Gilbert wouldn't stay down, he grew frustrated. As he pounced onto Gilbert, hitting him over and over, luck (bad luck) would have it that Gilbert's mystical powers would manifest at that time.
So many new memories and thoughts came rushing into Gilbert, that he didn't know what to do. He had cried out, the new good and bad memories filling his head, the thoughts his attacker was having at that moment, his confusion, his resentment, his pain. Just so much had happened at once. Gilbert had managed to push one of his own memories (being badly abused by Ny) into the other toms mind. This caused the other tom pain and confusion. Enough to get him to stop and retreat with his buddies.
Gilbert, had been weak, and found an unused corner to curl up in. After a day he began to walk around in a haze, not knowing who, what or where he was. He had no idea what had been happening to him. Somehow, he found his way into the junkyard, and was lucid enough to steal some food for himself. He was of course caught which only added to his panic and confusion picking up new thoughts. Old Deuteronomy had seen how sickly thin he was and took pity on the tom. He gave him more food and allowed him to stay in the junkyard. From that moment onward, he kept to himself mostly, but one of the jellicle mystics, Krystalle had helped him to train and develop mental shields. Giving him some semblance of control over it.
RP Sample: Gilbert's paws gripped the paw tight around his throat. He choked, struggling for breath, but it was in vain. His eyes clouded over, as more and more thoughts flooded into his mind, images and memories accompanying them. His claws slowly extracted and dug into the wrist of his assailant. He knew the thrill she was getting, watching him struggling to breath, seeing his life starting to leave his body. He jerked at that thought, fear rushing through him.
It gave him the added adrenaline he needed, the extra strength to pry her paw off of his throat and to stumble backwards; immediately breaking the physical contact. His body convulsed and his head shook. Memories. New ones. Were they his? No....they couldn't be. He fell to the ground, tears freely falling from his eyes. Not even noticing how deeply he had been taking in breaths, or how he was coughing each time.
"Please..." His voice was barely above a whisper and he swallowed a groan from the pain he felt in his throat. "You're...better...than...this-" He winced, when he felt her paw on him once more.
Comments: He is a mild telepath. He can read the thoughts and memories of others as if they were his own. However, unless he has his mental shields down he can only read the minds of those within his sight and it takes a good deal of strength from him to focus on that said cat to get inside their head and no one else's that may be around. Sometimes so much strength that he is quite weak afterwards. His other weakness and perhaps his worst one, is physical contact. It's impossible for him to block out thoughts/memories of someone if they are touching him. If it's for too long, he is pretty much rendered immobile. He can't tell what's his past and what's not and is very weak and vulnerable-even days after such an incident.
(Also, I know that I put in his history that he was able to send some of his own memories into someone else's head. But he does not know how to do this. Could have been just a side effect of his first manifestation of his powers, might have been a instintcual self defense to his powers and may learn how to do it sometime in the future, or might not be anything at all. Just letting you know since the first incident he's never been able to do that again, and doesn't even know he did it the first time)
