Post by X2 on Dec 20, 2012 17:48:43 GMT -5
Name: Admetus
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Ragnvald-Brother, Deception-Brother [PENDING]; Electra-Cousin
Appearance: Dusky grey and white tabby tom. Has silver and brown accents. He's a lanky tom, though does have modest muscles he's more lean, tall and skinny, then buff. Has a round and rough face, with high cheekbones. Thin, alluring shaped eyes, and lips that form into an almost permanent grin.
browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=Admetus+cats#/d1sv8pt
(The one on the left. Picture credit to Ninoir)
Human Appearance: James Marsters
Personality: Admetus had always been a bit on the wildside growing up. Bit of a clueless rebel, but when he became a jellicle, when he became a part of their family, he changed. Oh sure, he was still a bucket full of laughs, he found ways so that no one would ever be bored. He was always a breath of fresh air, not some sodding stiff. However, feeling the comforts of being part of a family, knowing he belonged somewhere; he became a bit more arrogant.
Admetus now, is all about the sex and fighting. He loves shagging both toms and queens. Anyone who he finds attractive, or anyone he can find pleasure in. He is not exactly an obvious flirt, not like Bombalurina or Tugger. In fact he isn't much for flirting at all. But he does have a certain charm. Not that it works on everyone, and sometimes his charm is not meant to be flirtatious; sometimes it is used to get a rise out of someone to start a fist fight. He feels like he gets the same rush, and thrills that sex provides, when he's tussling it out with someone with fists and blood.
He likes a good fight, not that he's a deviant or that he's got a chip on his shoulder. He isn't crazy or evil. He's just always felt that a heart-pumping, fists flying, good old down to earth physical fight can be good for the soul. And most often times, if he's grieving, frustrated, angry, happy, sad, virtually any emotion he can think of; having sex, or getting in a fight gives him the same satisfied feeling/release of his emotions. Like previously stated before, Admetus is arrogant, and does display this arrogance in a fight, even if he loses one. Admetus is a spit-fire. He's sarcastic, and witty. He never bloody shuts up either. He strives to always have the last word in, no matter the situation. If he's in a verbal fight, he will fling out comebacks, in the hope that it will lead to angry/rough sex or a fight.
Describing word: Cocky
History: Admetus was born as an alley cat, who was raised by his mother. He never knew his father. And when he was a young kitten, the mother he grew up with disappeared. He is still unsure of what happened to her. He doesn't know if she just decided to abandon him one day, or if she went out to get something for herself or for Admetus and died. Point is, Admetus was forced to grow up fast and learn to survive on the streets at a young age.
Now Admetus was never "bad" or "evil". But he did have to do some unsavory things that he knows the jellicles would never do, in order to survive. His lack of a childhood is also his one driving force for the way he acts now. He did for a time flirt with the idea of joining the henchcats, but ended up joining the Jellicles for a time. They never found out about some of the things he did on the streets growing up, but he frequently felt the need to hide it. Also, knowing if they did ever find out, they wouldn't want him living with them anymore. While he was with the jellicles he managed to reunite with a relative, his Cousin Electra. For a time, his relationship with her kept him grounded and kept him with the jellicles. However, he found it harder and harder to fit in with his more wild ways.
So taking a preemptive strike, Admetus left the junkyard first and eventually returned to his former lifestyle on the streets. A few months afterwards, Rumpus ran into him and recruited him into the hench tribe. He absolutely loves the more carefree, and independent style the Henches have. He feels like he can be more rough and rude and not have to really worry about hurting someone else's feelings. Besides, Admetus can frack and fight, and is thriving quite well amongst the HenchCats.
RP Sample: Admetus saw the look in the other toms eyes. He had seen it so many times in his fights and he knew the emotions now bombarding Alonzo, all too well. It was similar to what he had felt when he first heard the news of the fire and the deaths. He of course was smart enough to LET his anger, rage, sorrow and anguish out. He wasn't some poor wanker, some moron, who held onto all those unstable emotions.
And what did Admetus do once he realized that Alonzo was now pushed to the limit? He smirked. He allowed the tom to pounce him down to the ground. He ignored the pain upon hitting the ground with a thud. The adrenaline overtaking his body at yet another heart-pounding fight. Grunting when took the first hit, the smirk faltering slightly from the pain, but not the intent behind the smile.
"So, you have a little spark in you after all, pet." He spoke, light-hearted and then made a move to strike the tom back.
Comments: No powers, obviously. Unless you count unlimited amounts of arrogance a power. He also admires Tugger, but wouldn't be caught dead admitting to that. He also thinks Macavity is a fool, but again, would never admit it.
Gender: Male
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: HenchCat
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Ragnvald-Brother, Deception-Brother [PENDING]; Electra-Cousin
Appearance: Dusky grey and white tabby tom. Has silver and brown accents. He's a lanky tom, though does have modest muscles he's more lean, tall and skinny, then buff. Has a round and rough face, with high cheekbones. Thin, alluring shaped eyes, and lips that form into an almost permanent grin.
browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=Admetus+cats#/d1sv8pt
(The one on the left. Picture credit to Ninoir)
Human Appearance: James Marsters
Personality: Admetus had always been a bit on the wildside growing up. Bit of a clueless rebel, but when he became a jellicle, when he became a part of their family, he changed. Oh sure, he was still a bucket full of laughs, he found ways so that no one would ever be bored. He was always a breath of fresh air, not some sodding stiff. However, feeling the comforts of being part of a family, knowing he belonged somewhere; he became a bit more arrogant.
Admetus now, is all about the sex and fighting. He loves shagging both toms and queens. Anyone who he finds attractive, or anyone he can find pleasure in. He is not exactly an obvious flirt, not like Bombalurina or Tugger. In fact he isn't much for flirting at all. But he does have a certain charm. Not that it works on everyone, and sometimes his charm is not meant to be flirtatious; sometimes it is used to get a rise out of someone to start a fist fight. He feels like he gets the same rush, and thrills that sex provides, when he's tussling it out with someone with fists and blood.
He likes a good fight, not that he's a deviant or that he's got a chip on his shoulder. He isn't crazy or evil. He's just always felt that a heart-pumping, fists flying, good old down to earth physical fight can be good for the soul. And most often times, if he's grieving, frustrated, angry, happy, sad, virtually any emotion he can think of; having sex, or getting in a fight gives him the same satisfied feeling/release of his emotions. Like previously stated before, Admetus is arrogant, and does display this arrogance in a fight, even if he loses one. Admetus is a spit-fire. He's sarcastic, and witty. He never bloody shuts up either. He strives to always have the last word in, no matter the situation. If he's in a verbal fight, he will fling out comebacks, in the hope that it will lead to angry/rough sex or a fight.
Describing word: Cocky
History: Admetus was born as an alley cat, who was raised by his mother. He never knew his father. And when he was a young kitten, the mother he grew up with disappeared. He is still unsure of what happened to her. He doesn't know if she just decided to abandon him one day, or if she went out to get something for herself or for Admetus and died. Point is, Admetus was forced to grow up fast and learn to survive on the streets at a young age.
Now Admetus was never "bad" or "evil". But he did have to do some unsavory things that he knows the jellicles would never do, in order to survive. His lack of a childhood is also his one driving force for the way he acts now. He did for a time flirt with the idea of joining the henchcats, but ended up joining the Jellicles for a time. They never found out about some of the things he did on the streets growing up, but he frequently felt the need to hide it. Also, knowing if they did ever find out, they wouldn't want him living with them anymore. While he was with the jellicles he managed to reunite with a relative, his Cousin Electra. For a time, his relationship with her kept him grounded and kept him with the jellicles. However, he found it harder and harder to fit in with his more wild ways.
So taking a preemptive strike, Admetus left the junkyard first and eventually returned to his former lifestyle on the streets. A few months afterwards, Rumpus ran into him and recruited him into the hench tribe. He absolutely loves the more carefree, and independent style the Henches have. He feels like he can be more rough and rude and not have to really worry about hurting someone else's feelings. Besides, Admetus can frack and fight, and is thriving quite well amongst the HenchCats.
RP Sample: Admetus saw the look in the other toms eyes. He had seen it so many times in his fights and he knew the emotions now bombarding Alonzo, all too well. It was similar to what he had felt when he first heard the news of the fire and the deaths. He of course was smart enough to LET his anger, rage, sorrow and anguish out. He wasn't some poor wanker, some moron, who held onto all those unstable emotions.
And what did Admetus do once he realized that Alonzo was now pushed to the limit? He smirked. He allowed the tom to pounce him down to the ground. He ignored the pain upon hitting the ground with a thud. The adrenaline overtaking his body at yet another heart-pounding fight. Grunting when took the first hit, the smirk faltering slightly from the pain, but not the intent behind the smile.
"So, you have a little spark in you after all, pet." He spoke, light-hearted and then made a move to strike the tom back.
Comments: No powers, obviously. Unless you count unlimited amounts of arrogance a power. He also admires Tugger, but wouldn't be caught dead admitting to that. He also thinks Macavity is a fool, but again, would never admit it.
