Post by Moonstruck on Aug 13, 2012 23:56:49 GMT -5
Name: Harley
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult, early twenties
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position: n/a
Family: Unknown, she was separated from the rest of her litter by a breeder because she was too small and the runt
Appearance:
Human Appearance: (Sky Ferreira)
Personality: The first thing many notice about Harley is her stance. It often looks slightly off, almost like she’s a ragdoll that is about to fall. This generally adds to her overall creepiness. Harley is generally the first one to make a comment that turns a head, either from puzzlement or disgust. She enjoys making people squirm whether it’s with her words or the small little fact that she has an odd fascination with taking things apart. Including other cats, not in the literal sense, she’s more fascinated with breakdowns and the way a person crumbles and copes.
To be frank, Harley is a little mentally unstable and often switches and runs through moods at high speeds. Her anger is a lot like a flare, burning one second and out another. Under her mood swings and more creepy nature, Harley is rather smart although she’ll never admit it and prefers to play the part of ignorant alley cat.
Describing word: Creepy
History: From the start of her life, Harley wasn’t generally wanted around. Her mother was a cat of a breeder, who wasn’t impressed by the runt of the litter and so Harley was literally tossed into an alley with little regard as to her survival. It was the kindness of an old stray dog that let her live, the dog took her in. She was raised in the allies until she was about to enter adolescence by the dog, which was the time that Harley recognized the fact that her and her ‘father’ weren’t the same. The realization that she had effectively been lied to her entire life did not go over well and she ran. She ran to the allies of downtown London and quickly got swept up in all that it had to offer.
She was introduced to and embraced everything that life there had to offer. She had no thoughts of the future, of what she was doing to her body or mind would result in. By the time she was an adolescent Harley could get just about anything for anyone, at least if they were in her good graces at the time. Time no longer became linear, and no long mattered much either. She isn’t sure when or how she came to be a Hench, simply that she is. If pressed Harley figures she did some favours for some Henches and gradually moved from being in the allies more to the warehouse and melding into the tribe.
RP Sample: The moon was low and she couldn’t remember seeing the sun for a long while, but it barely effected Harley. She moved through the allies, the half-conscious bodies of cats lying about many of them recovering from a rough night just hours before and walking passed one she bent down kissing a queen on the cheek before gently prying a still mostly full cup out of her hands and chugging it. Letting it burn her throat before moving on. She moved among the messy, dirty alley with a grace of someone who grew up in one, moving as if she were doing some odd dance that was half graceful and half quick choppy movements.
She hovered, paused for a moment on one foot seemingly frozen in the middle of one of the oddly graceful movements. She spun, head whipping to the side and to where she smelled a cat that was clearly not from the alleys. Grinning too wide for the situation when she laid her grey eyes on a small little kit. She all but slunk to the kit, startling the poor thing with her sudden arrival, “You look a little lost you poor little dear.” She only stopped long enough for the kit to nod. Holding up a finger she sniffed and walked over to a passed out tom, grinning victoriously finding the catnip she smelled on him before taking some and offering it to the kit. It was amusing to watch the trusting kit take it and stumble off in a daze.
Comments: She takes no notice of personal space
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult, early twenties
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position: n/a
Family: Unknown, she was separated from the rest of her litter by a breeder because she was too small and the runt
Appearance:
Human Appearance: (Sky Ferreira)
Personality: The first thing many notice about Harley is her stance. It often looks slightly off, almost like she’s a ragdoll that is about to fall. This generally adds to her overall creepiness. Harley is generally the first one to make a comment that turns a head, either from puzzlement or disgust. She enjoys making people squirm whether it’s with her words or the small little fact that she has an odd fascination with taking things apart. Including other cats, not in the literal sense, she’s more fascinated with breakdowns and the way a person crumbles and copes.
To be frank, Harley is a little mentally unstable and often switches and runs through moods at high speeds. Her anger is a lot like a flare, burning one second and out another. Under her mood swings and more creepy nature, Harley is rather smart although she’ll never admit it and prefers to play the part of ignorant alley cat.
Describing word: Creepy
History: From the start of her life, Harley wasn’t generally wanted around. Her mother was a cat of a breeder, who wasn’t impressed by the runt of the litter and so Harley was literally tossed into an alley with little regard as to her survival. It was the kindness of an old stray dog that let her live, the dog took her in. She was raised in the allies until she was about to enter adolescence by the dog, which was the time that Harley recognized the fact that her and her ‘father’ weren’t the same. The realization that she had effectively been lied to her entire life did not go over well and she ran. She ran to the allies of downtown London and quickly got swept up in all that it had to offer.
She was introduced to and embraced everything that life there had to offer. She had no thoughts of the future, of what she was doing to her body or mind would result in. By the time she was an adolescent Harley could get just about anything for anyone, at least if they were in her good graces at the time. Time no longer became linear, and no long mattered much either. She isn’t sure when or how she came to be a Hench, simply that she is. If pressed Harley figures she did some favours for some Henches and gradually moved from being in the allies more to the warehouse and melding into the tribe.
RP Sample: The moon was low and she couldn’t remember seeing the sun for a long while, but it barely effected Harley. She moved through the allies, the half-conscious bodies of cats lying about many of them recovering from a rough night just hours before and walking passed one she bent down kissing a queen on the cheek before gently prying a still mostly full cup out of her hands and chugging it. Letting it burn her throat before moving on. She moved among the messy, dirty alley with a grace of someone who grew up in one, moving as if she were doing some odd dance that was half graceful and half quick choppy movements.
She hovered, paused for a moment on one foot seemingly frozen in the middle of one of the oddly graceful movements. She spun, head whipping to the side and to where she smelled a cat that was clearly not from the alleys. Grinning too wide for the situation when she laid her grey eyes on a small little kit. She all but slunk to the kit, startling the poor thing with her sudden arrival, “You look a little lost you poor little dear.” She only stopped long enough for the kit to nod. Holding up a finger she sniffed and walked over to a passed out tom, grinning victoriously finding the catnip she smelled on him before taking some and offering it to the kit. It was amusing to watch the trusting kit take it and stumble off in a daze.
Comments: She takes no notice of personal space
