Post by shizoo on Feb 15, 2013 15:58:24 GMT -5
Name: Anna Marie aka Old Anna aka Annie
Gender: Female
Age: not telling (older mature-an dat‘s all ya getting!)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position:
Family: One son, Tumblebrutus, One Daughter, Roseroar (not an OC) One Grandson, Scrapper
Appearance: Cat size about 5lbs or so. Very slender. Her fur is a solid, short, soft gray, with a long tail. Her eyes are a bright dark amber color. She is part Russian Blue, part Siamese. So she has the small body with an angled sharp face. (human appearance, think Sophia from Golden Girls) her front right paw is withered & mangled, but she is still able to get around well.
Personality: Anna has a sharp, irascible personality-she uses this to hide her warm heart. She’s loving & extremely loyal. She loves to confuse people & will often play several parts. The serene mystic, the con artist, the prankster, the femme fatale, etc. . .which one is the real her? All of them. She lives to keep people off balance. Anna has a great deal of insight into people & often takes incredibly accurate, intuitive leaps. Something she uses to get people to do as she wants,-she will even act senile if she feels that’s the best way to handle things. She’s also a fighter & hates injustice.
Faults: Anna has a sharp tongue & a quick temper. She’s stubborn & can be very manipulative.(always for the greater good to her way of thinking though) She’s not above lying & spinning stories to achieve her aims as well. Can be very bossy-she calls it authoritative. Can have little patience & does not suffer fools gladly-she does not think of that as a fault, however.
Describing word: sharp
History: Very little is known about her history actually, she can put on accents from many areas of the world, & her story changes every time she tells it-causing speculation about where she‘s actually from. Although she outlived her mate, Tumblebrutus, Growltiger's ill fated bo'sun, she does have some family still living & tends to rule them with a steel paw in a velvet glove-a true matriarch.
What is now known is that she currently lives by the docks in her own fortified den. She has been friendly with Gus Sr, Old Deuteronomy, Stubinz & recently assisted Munkustrap, CP, Grumbuskin & Deepwalker in their quest to rescue some cats trapped in a pharmaceutical lab. (used as an NPC in the threads: Search for Pumpkin’s Mother & Assault on Stalag 13)
Unbeknownst to most, she is a follower of the Native American concept of Coyote, & the Fox Spirits of the Orient. She believes in a benign chaotic agent, & that it is necessary to shake things up from time to time for the healthy growth of a community. Her firm belief is that balance is all, & that a society which leans too far too either the good or the bad is not a healthy one.
She does also associate with some members of the Hench society as well, for the same reasons. She has appointed herself as an arbiter & protecter of that balance, so she lives apart from others despite craving their society.
She has no illusions about the kindness of strangers, to this end she carries a can of mace, she calls Hiss, on a thong around her neck.
RP Sample: A soft voice came out of the darkness. . ."He's a liar you know, mostly anyway. But there's na harm in'im. Tar was a sweep done by the bloody umans in white a bit ago. There's story runnin about Ol Scratchfoot an is gang of nasties gettin in a bit of a bang-ya know anfing about that?"
Anna snorted as she came nimbly out of the darkness. "That ol tom is more talk than walk.” She was a small cat, creamy grey in color & about the oldest cat (well other than Gus) around. One paw was withered & bent around a small canister-"'e won urt me, he don't like my friend hiss here." Etched into the canister were the letters m a c e.
"Rumer as it ol Scratchfoot tangled wid a pair a toms when 'e was a doin somfin he shudn't wid a kit." She cocked an eyebrow. . ."know anyfing bout dat?"
Comments: Anna is not a mystic, but she does occasionally play with the idea of being a psychic or a witch. Her insights are based on shrewd observation, but she feels some people just won’t accept that without the bells & whistles.
Gender: Female
Age: not telling (older mature-an dat‘s all ya getting!)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position:
Family: One son, Tumblebrutus, One Daughter, Roseroar (not an OC) One Grandson, Scrapper
Appearance: Cat size about 5lbs or so. Very slender. Her fur is a solid, short, soft gray, with a long tail. Her eyes are a bright dark amber color. She is part Russian Blue, part Siamese. So she has the small body with an angled sharp face. (human appearance, think Sophia from Golden Girls) her front right paw is withered & mangled, but she is still able to get around well.
Personality: Anna has a sharp, irascible personality-she uses this to hide her warm heart. She’s loving & extremely loyal. She loves to confuse people & will often play several parts. The serene mystic, the con artist, the prankster, the femme fatale, etc. . .which one is the real her? All of them. She lives to keep people off balance. Anna has a great deal of insight into people & often takes incredibly accurate, intuitive leaps. Something she uses to get people to do as she wants,-she will even act senile if she feels that’s the best way to handle things. She’s also a fighter & hates injustice.
Faults: Anna has a sharp tongue & a quick temper. She’s stubborn & can be very manipulative.(always for the greater good to her way of thinking though) She’s not above lying & spinning stories to achieve her aims as well. Can be very bossy-she calls it authoritative. Can have little patience & does not suffer fools gladly-she does not think of that as a fault, however.
Describing word: sharp
History: Very little is known about her history actually, she can put on accents from many areas of the world, & her story changes every time she tells it-causing speculation about where she‘s actually from. Although she outlived her mate, Tumblebrutus, Growltiger's ill fated bo'sun, she does have some family still living & tends to rule them with a steel paw in a velvet glove-a true matriarch.
What is now known is that she currently lives by the docks in her own fortified den. She has been friendly with Gus Sr, Old Deuteronomy, Stubinz & recently assisted Munkustrap, CP, Grumbuskin & Deepwalker in their quest to rescue some cats trapped in a pharmaceutical lab. (used as an NPC in the threads: Search for Pumpkin’s Mother & Assault on Stalag 13)
Unbeknownst to most, she is a follower of the Native American concept of Coyote, & the Fox Spirits of the Orient. She believes in a benign chaotic agent, & that it is necessary to shake things up from time to time for the healthy growth of a community. Her firm belief is that balance is all, & that a society which leans too far too either the good or the bad is not a healthy one.
She does also associate with some members of the Hench society as well, for the same reasons. She has appointed herself as an arbiter & protecter of that balance, so she lives apart from others despite craving their society.
She has no illusions about the kindness of strangers, to this end she carries a can of mace, she calls Hiss, on a thong around her neck.
RP Sample: A soft voice came out of the darkness. . ."He's a liar you know, mostly anyway. But there's na harm in'im. Tar was a sweep done by the bloody umans in white a bit ago. There's story runnin about Ol Scratchfoot an is gang of nasties gettin in a bit of a bang-ya know anfing about that?"
Anna snorted as she came nimbly out of the darkness. "That ol tom is more talk than walk.” She was a small cat, creamy grey in color & about the oldest cat (well other than Gus) around. One paw was withered & bent around a small canister-"'e won urt me, he don't like my friend hiss here." Etched into the canister were the letters m a c e.
"Rumer as it ol Scratchfoot tangled wid a pair a toms when 'e was a doin somfin he shudn't wid a kit." She cocked an eyebrow. . ."know anyfing bout dat?"
Comments: Anna is not a mystic, but she does occasionally play with the idea of being a psychic or a witch. Her insights are based on shrewd observation, but she feels some people just won’t accept that without the bells & whistles.
