Post by shizoo on May 1, 2013 18:41:21 GMT -5
Name: Mr. Mistoffolees
Gender: Male
Age: early to mid-twenties
Tribe: Hench
Tribe Position:
Family: Sister, Krystalle, brother Darkevil (though he’s never met him) Uncle, Bustopher Jones
Appearance: Slender all black tuxedo cat, with a white face & small bib. Wiry build, with a small stature. Very graceful
Personality: Quaxo: has a complex personality. He deeply loves his Jellicle family, but with very few exceptions, has a hard time getting truly close or intimate with them. Quaxo has an extremely protective streak, he sees himself as a guardian of his people conciously using the Mistoffolee's mystique as a way to keep people at a distance, so they can't hurt him. He does find it easier to love them at a distance, however, when he's not off brooding & being solitary, he loves to socialize, dance & play. He's generous with his time & affection & loves to dance. Aside from Victoria, he's extremely shy around females, to the point of disappearing swiftly when cornered. It's not that he dislikes them. some are very attractive, but between his feelings for Tugger & his shyness, well, it's easier not to get involved.
Magical Mr Mistoffolees: Born out of an adolescent superhero fantasy, at first Mistoffolees was a benevolent protector of all cat (& the occaisional Pollicle) kind. Then came the Ball & things took a more sinister turn. On that night, the sheer power, the anxiety of the cats, the Jellicle Moon itself, all combined to set up a series of events that changed Quaxo forever. Mr Mistoffolees had always been uder Quaxo's control, but as Quaxo retreated more & more from the power, Mistoffolees came to the fore & took over. Misto is not evil-far from it, but he can get drunk on his own power. He is confident & can be quite forceful with a debonair style that is quite appealing to some ladies. Oddly, as Misto he has no attraction to toms, just to the queens. He sublimates any feelings he has for Tugger into a bromance sort of fascination.
Faults: Quaxo has trouble getting close to anyone-he is friendly to all, but close to a very few. His power sets him apart too much. Quaxo fears others’ reaction to him as well-some who wouldn't trust him at all, some who would be convinced his power is sheer trickery & the worst are the ones who think he can solve all problems with a flick of his wrist. His fear has been getting steadily worse since the Ball. When Quaxo is not being fed directly by his power, he’s terrified of it-the terror can be so crippling it makes him indecisive & often unable to act at all.
When he’s Mistoffolees & is working, he never let’s another’s opinion sway him-rather like a god complex. He knows when he can do something & does it. He can be demanding & forceful with anyone he deigns to allow to help him. He views all around him as simply foils for his greatness. It allows him to dehumanize them to the point that he doesn't see them as individuals. He lives to impress & desires their admiration. He is proud, arrogant & can be short tempered.
Describing word: Powerful (Mistofolees) Haunted (Quaxo)
History: Quaxo & his sister Krystalle, were dropped on the streets to fend for themselves. Both kittens were showing signs of powers, but they don’t know if their parents had any or not & Bustopher isn’t talking. He actually has told them very little of his sister & their father. They were taken in for a while by a kindly pollicle. Quaxo was small & rather delicate physically. Being undersized, he needed quite a bit of care at first.
Krystalle being older is the one who found the tribe & brought Quaxo to the attention of the Jellicle leader. They were accepted-mostly, but then Krystalle began acting oddly. Quaxo adored his gentle older sister & wanted to help her, but didn’t know how. He was bereft when she left the tribe for a while, & as children do, he blamed himself for not being stronger, wiser or better. He is also unaware of what truly happened to her while she was gone, although he knew it was bad & involve a mysterious brother named Darkevil. All he knows is that she’s somehow different & distant from him now. Quaxo still loves his sister very much, however. He is not close to his uncle as he doesn't know him well. He doesn’t really know how to be intimate with another on either a physical or mental level & due to all the abandonment in his life, he is rather afraid to try.
There are two exceptions, both friends, one is Victoria. He knew just how she felt-part of the group but her nationality & strict brother set her apart as well. He discovered they had a mutual love of dance & to his own surprise, he found he was rather good at it. His most joyful moments have been spent dancing with her. He often reflected that it was too bad, he wasn’t attracted to her, but one her brother would never let her mate with an undersized orphan, & two, he only felt well, brotherly towards her.
The second was the RumTumTugger. In Quaxo’s deepest heart is a strong attraction to the handsome tom, but given Tugger’s penchant for light relationships & having no desire to be used & abandoned, Quaxo has never said anything about his feelings. Instead, he has sublimated those feelings & developed a strong friendship with the tom instead.
As he got older Quaxo began to feel odd on the nights of the full moon, there was a rush in his blood, a tingle on his skin. He started hiding & learned stealth from watching Jerry & Teaser’s antics. He loved watching the twins-their freedom & close bond, were what he’d always wanted & never could have.
To his dismay when he turned 13 on the cusp on manhood, the full moon rose & he burst our in an odd rash. It didn’t itch exactly, but it felt as if his skin were inside out & it burned with a bright sparkling silver light. He fled the yard to what he considered his brooding place-a spot deep within the woods. It had a good view on most sides & was built into the side of a large tree-the roots had developed into a tangle leaving a perfect sized den for someone as small as he. He was also in view of the moon at it’s fullest stage.
To his shock & surprise he discovered he had developed mystical powers-lightening began to flow from his fingers. He began to try & control it-it was difficult, but he could do it. He spent the whole night practicing creating quite a stink & a mess around his den.
In his excitement he wanted to show Tugger-so he sought him out the next day, but the power no longer flowed & he noticed he no longer sparkled. He played it off as a joke, wondering if it were a one shot thing & if he were washed up at the ripe age of 13.
But then the next month on the full moon, it happened again-the rush of power to his blood the heat on his skin. It was wonderful. He started practicing again & discovered other things-he could teleport objects. He immediately tried teleporting himself, & got a headache, but still this was special this was awesome this was. . Tugger. He barely managed to keep from frying his friend with a lightening bolt. Apparently the curious tom had followed him-he hadn’t bought the ‘joke’ story that Quaxo had tried before.
Being young, one or the other had heard of a human superhero who hid his true nature behind a mild exterior so they developed Quaxo, as the public ID & Mr Mistoffolees as his heroic alter ego. He even used his teleporting to save seven endangered kittens-produced them right out of a hat. Occasionally he used them to help or hinder Jerry & Teazer-just for the fun.
This went on for years, but then came Misto’s first Jellicle Moon & the Jellicle Ball. The stakes suddenly got much higher & his power levels went through the ceiling. The night started out wonderful, he danced & played with all the others. He particularly enjoyed Tugger’s part & his own dance with Victoria. It never even occurred to him that the Jellicle Moon would be any different than any other full moon, boy was he wrong. A little over halfway through the ball, he started feeling odd, but was too distracted to really care. His energy levels were being channeled into the dance. He felt he could dance for days, but then he started to burn-this time a deep angry gold. It hurt-it hurt much more than it ever had-even his eyes started to glow. He ducked out for a bit leaving the ball to go on without him while he tried to figure out the problem. To be honest, his powers had started to scare him a little with their unpredictability. No one is quite sure exactly how it happened, but between the sheer power Quaxo channeled that night & the shock of teleporting himself for the first time, Mr Mistoffolees was born.
After he found himself dissolving in a shower of light, a split appeared in his mind. The trauma of the power coursing through him & then the subsequent 2nd & 3rd degree burns on his skin left him helpless for weeks. He’d reappeared at his secret den-fortunately he kept it well stocked. He was stunned that no one seemed to have missed him or even cared what had happened to him enough to check on him. For a long while, terrified & hurt, Quaxo became a hermit. Though he still loved his Jellicle family & missed them dreadfully, he refused to set foot in the yard, until he knew if he would continue to be a danger to others.
Then the power came back on the next Moon-not as strongly as the Jellicle Moon, but as soon at the heat began to sizzle in his barely healed burns, he cried out in agony. For a long strange moment they seemed to split into two, Mr Mistoffolees & Quaxo. Mr Mistoffolees seemed to relish the power, to thrive on it, while Quaxo shrank from the heat. Mr Mistoffolees banished Quaxo to a lonely corner of his mind while he continued his 'mission' on the streets.
Quaxo began to be overwhelmed with fear at what his powers could do & who they could hurt-namely the cats that he loved. Mr Mistoffolees became stronger & stronger-& more & more out of control. Soon Quaxo started having blackouts under the light of the full moon. He could no longer remember anything Mistoffolees was doing.
Then it happened. He awoke lying in the woods with no memory of how or why he’d gotten there & in front of him was the body of a badly burned cat. He didn’t know who it was, but he had a terrified suspicion that he was the one who’d killed him. The implications overwhelmed him. What if he killed again? What if he hurt Victoria? Or Tugger Or his sister, Krystalle? Oh Cat, had he saved Deuteronomy only to kill him himself?? He couldn't bear the thought of becming such a monster.
Overwhelmed by his fears, Quaxo fled & went to the only refuge he could think of-the warehouse. He’d heard that misfits were often taken in & given a home. His only stipulation to Macavity, was that he would not directly act against the Jellicle Yard.
He misses his family at the yard, & will sometimes visit as Quaxo, but will not go there under any circumstances during the full moon.
RP Sample: Then things started to happen at the Ball, bad things & Tugger convinced him they needed Mr Mistoffolees. Quaxo agreed especially when he discovered Old Deuteronomy had been taken, he Loved that old tom. Stories of Mr Mistoffolees had been circulating for years-especially the stunt with the kittens. So the tribe was more amazed than frightened when Tugger introduced him. Thanks to Tugger, the tribe was happy & excited to see him. Still upset over the disappearance, but they gave him their faith. A change started to come over the little tom. He’d never felt this strong or powerful before. Before he knew it, he was issuing commands & they were being obeyed! Even Cassandra, a queen who’d never even given him the time of day before was willingly putting herself into his paws. He knew exactly what to do, & he did it. The power a painful heat in his blood-he could feel his skin starting to sizzle as his magic heated the very air, but he saved Old Deuteronomy.
Then to his dismay the power started building again-until he dissolved in a glittering shower of light-to be seen no more that night.
Comments: When he is Quaxo, he has no special powers at all. The Magical Mr Mistoffolees, only comes out on the Fullest night of the full moon & only from dusk till dawn, but during that time he can shoot lightening from his fingers & teleport objects. He is limited to line of sight, for the lightening, but can teleport anyone or anything he sets his mind to, but the more he uses his powers the more his skin glows & the more pain he is in. If he uses it too much he will develop actual painful weals on his hands, shoulders & chest. Mr Mistoffolees doesn’t really care though, as it’s Quaxo, that has to deal with the aftermath. The power has leveled off-except for the night of the Jellicle Moon when almost anything could happen. . .and perhaps has. . Only Old Deuteronomy may know for sure.
Gender: Male
Age: early to mid-twenties
Tribe: Hench
Tribe Position:
Family: Sister, Krystalle, brother Darkevil (though he’s never met him) Uncle, Bustopher Jones
Appearance: Slender all black tuxedo cat, with a white face & small bib. Wiry build, with a small stature. Very graceful
Personality: Quaxo: has a complex personality. He deeply loves his Jellicle family, but with very few exceptions, has a hard time getting truly close or intimate with them. Quaxo has an extremely protective streak, he sees himself as a guardian of his people conciously using the Mistoffolee's mystique as a way to keep people at a distance, so they can't hurt him. He does find it easier to love them at a distance, however, when he's not off brooding & being solitary, he loves to socialize, dance & play. He's generous with his time & affection & loves to dance. Aside from Victoria, he's extremely shy around females, to the point of disappearing swiftly when cornered. It's not that he dislikes them. some are very attractive, but between his feelings for Tugger & his shyness, well, it's easier not to get involved.
Magical Mr Mistoffolees: Born out of an adolescent superhero fantasy, at first Mistoffolees was a benevolent protector of all cat (& the occaisional Pollicle) kind. Then came the Ball & things took a more sinister turn. On that night, the sheer power, the anxiety of the cats, the Jellicle Moon itself, all combined to set up a series of events that changed Quaxo forever. Mr Mistoffolees had always been uder Quaxo's control, but as Quaxo retreated more & more from the power, Mistoffolees came to the fore & took over. Misto is not evil-far from it, but he can get drunk on his own power. He is confident & can be quite forceful with a debonair style that is quite appealing to some ladies. Oddly, as Misto he has no attraction to toms, just to the queens. He sublimates any feelings he has for Tugger into a bromance sort of fascination.
Faults: Quaxo has trouble getting close to anyone-he is friendly to all, but close to a very few. His power sets him apart too much. Quaxo fears others’ reaction to him as well-some who wouldn't trust him at all, some who would be convinced his power is sheer trickery & the worst are the ones who think he can solve all problems with a flick of his wrist. His fear has been getting steadily worse since the Ball. When Quaxo is not being fed directly by his power, he’s terrified of it-the terror can be so crippling it makes him indecisive & often unable to act at all.
When he’s Mistoffolees & is working, he never let’s another’s opinion sway him-rather like a god complex. He knows when he can do something & does it. He can be demanding & forceful with anyone he deigns to allow to help him. He views all around him as simply foils for his greatness. It allows him to dehumanize them to the point that he doesn't see them as individuals. He lives to impress & desires their admiration. He is proud, arrogant & can be short tempered.
Describing word: Powerful (Mistofolees) Haunted (Quaxo)
History: Quaxo & his sister Krystalle, were dropped on the streets to fend for themselves. Both kittens were showing signs of powers, but they don’t know if their parents had any or not & Bustopher isn’t talking. He actually has told them very little of his sister & their father. They were taken in for a while by a kindly pollicle. Quaxo was small & rather delicate physically. Being undersized, he needed quite a bit of care at first.
Krystalle being older is the one who found the tribe & brought Quaxo to the attention of the Jellicle leader. They were accepted-mostly, but then Krystalle began acting oddly. Quaxo adored his gentle older sister & wanted to help her, but didn’t know how. He was bereft when she left the tribe for a while, & as children do, he blamed himself for not being stronger, wiser or better. He is also unaware of what truly happened to her while she was gone, although he knew it was bad & involve a mysterious brother named Darkevil. All he knows is that she’s somehow different & distant from him now. Quaxo still loves his sister very much, however. He is not close to his uncle as he doesn't know him well. He doesn’t really know how to be intimate with another on either a physical or mental level & due to all the abandonment in his life, he is rather afraid to try.
There are two exceptions, both friends, one is Victoria. He knew just how she felt-part of the group but her nationality & strict brother set her apart as well. He discovered they had a mutual love of dance & to his own surprise, he found he was rather good at it. His most joyful moments have been spent dancing with her. He often reflected that it was too bad, he wasn’t attracted to her, but one her brother would never let her mate with an undersized orphan, & two, he only felt well, brotherly towards her.
The second was the RumTumTugger. In Quaxo’s deepest heart is a strong attraction to the handsome tom, but given Tugger’s penchant for light relationships & having no desire to be used & abandoned, Quaxo has never said anything about his feelings. Instead, he has sublimated those feelings & developed a strong friendship with the tom instead.
As he got older Quaxo began to feel odd on the nights of the full moon, there was a rush in his blood, a tingle on his skin. He started hiding & learned stealth from watching Jerry & Teaser’s antics. He loved watching the twins-their freedom & close bond, were what he’d always wanted & never could have.
To his dismay when he turned 13 on the cusp on manhood, the full moon rose & he burst our in an odd rash. It didn’t itch exactly, but it felt as if his skin were inside out & it burned with a bright sparkling silver light. He fled the yard to what he considered his brooding place-a spot deep within the woods. It had a good view on most sides & was built into the side of a large tree-the roots had developed into a tangle leaving a perfect sized den for someone as small as he. He was also in view of the moon at it’s fullest stage.
To his shock & surprise he discovered he had developed mystical powers-lightening began to flow from his fingers. He began to try & control it-it was difficult, but he could do it. He spent the whole night practicing creating quite a stink & a mess around his den.
In his excitement he wanted to show Tugger-so he sought him out the next day, but the power no longer flowed & he noticed he no longer sparkled. He played it off as a joke, wondering if it were a one shot thing & if he were washed up at the ripe age of 13.
But then the next month on the full moon, it happened again-the rush of power to his blood the heat on his skin. It was wonderful. He started practicing again & discovered other things-he could teleport objects. He immediately tried teleporting himself, & got a headache, but still this was special this was awesome this was. . Tugger. He barely managed to keep from frying his friend with a lightening bolt. Apparently the curious tom had followed him-he hadn’t bought the ‘joke’ story that Quaxo had tried before.
Being young, one or the other had heard of a human superhero who hid his true nature behind a mild exterior so they developed Quaxo, as the public ID & Mr Mistoffolees as his heroic alter ego. He even used his teleporting to save seven endangered kittens-produced them right out of a hat. Occasionally he used them to help or hinder Jerry & Teazer-just for the fun.
This went on for years, but then came Misto’s first Jellicle Moon & the Jellicle Ball. The stakes suddenly got much higher & his power levels went through the ceiling. The night started out wonderful, he danced & played with all the others. He particularly enjoyed Tugger’s part & his own dance with Victoria. It never even occurred to him that the Jellicle Moon would be any different than any other full moon, boy was he wrong. A little over halfway through the ball, he started feeling odd, but was too distracted to really care. His energy levels were being channeled into the dance. He felt he could dance for days, but then he started to burn-this time a deep angry gold. It hurt-it hurt much more than it ever had-even his eyes started to glow. He ducked out for a bit leaving the ball to go on without him while he tried to figure out the problem. To be honest, his powers had started to scare him a little with their unpredictability. No one is quite sure exactly how it happened, but between the sheer power Quaxo channeled that night & the shock of teleporting himself for the first time, Mr Mistoffolees was born.
After he found himself dissolving in a shower of light, a split appeared in his mind. The trauma of the power coursing through him & then the subsequent 2nd & 3rd degree burns on his skin left him helpless for weeks. He’d reappeared at his secret den-fortunately he kept it well stocked. He was stunned that no one seemed to have missed him or even cared what had happened to him enough to check on him. For a long while, terrified & hurt, Quaxo became a hermit. Though he still loved his Jellicle family & missed them dreadfully, he refused to set foot in the yard, until he knew if he would continue to be a danger to others.
Then the power came back on the next Moon-not as strongly as the Jellicle Moon, but as soon at the heat began to sizzle in his barely healed burns, he cried out in agony. For a long strange moment they seemed to split into two, Mr Mistoffolees & Quaxo. Mr Mistoffolees seemed to relish the power, to thrive on it, while Quaxo shrank from the heat. Mr Mistoffolees banished Quaxo to a lonely corner of his mind while he continued his 'mission' on the streets.
Quaxo began to be overwhelmed with fear at what his powers could do & who they could hurt-namely the cats that he loved. Mr Mistoffolees became stronger & stronger-& more & more out of control. Soon Quaxo started having blackouts under the light of the full moon. He could no longer remember anything Mistoffolees was doing.
Then it happened. He awoke lying in the woods with no memory of how or why he’d gotten there & in front of him was the body of a badly burned cat. He didn’t know who it was, but he had a terrified suspicion that he was the one who’d killed him. The implications overwhelmed him. What if he killed again? What if he hurt Victoria? Or Tugger Or his sister, Krystalle? Oh Cat, had he saved Deuteronomy only to kill him himself?? He couldn't bear the thought of becming such a monster.
Overwhelmed by his fears, Quaxo fled & went to the only refuge he could think of-the warehouse. He’d heard that misfits were often taken in & given a home. His only stipulation to Macavity, was that he would not directly act against the Jellicle Yard.
He misses his family at the yard, & will sometimes visit as Quaxo, but will not go there under any circumstances during the full moon.
RP Sample: Then things started to happen at the Ball, bad things & Tugger convinced him they needed Mr Mistoffolees. Quaxo agreed especially when he discovered Old Deuteronomy had been taken, he Loved that old tom. Stories of Mr Mistoffolees had been circulating for years-especially the stunt with the kittens. So the tribe was more amazed than frightened when Tugger introduced him. Thanks to Tugger, the tribe was happy & excited to see him. Still upset over the disappearance, but they gave him their faith. A change started to come over the little tom. He’d never felt this strong or powerful before. Before he knew it, he was issuing commands & they were being obeyed! Even Cassandra, a queen who’d never even given him the time of day before was willingly putting herself into his paws. He knew exactly what to do, & he did it. The power a painful heat in his blood-he could feel his skin starting to sizzle as his magic heated the very air, but he saved Old Deuteronomy.
Then to his dismay the power started building again-until he dissolved in a glittering shower of light-to be seen no more that night.
Comments: When he is Quaxo, he has no special powers at all. The Magical Mr Mistoffolees, only comes out on the Fullest night of the full moon & only from dusk till dawn, but during that time he can shoot lightening from his fingers & teleport objects. He is limited to line of sight, for the lightening, but can teleport anyone or anything he sets his mind to, but the more he uses his powers the more his skin glows & the more pain he is in. If he uses it too much he will develop actual painful weals on his hands, shoulders & chest. Mr Mistoffolees doesn’t really care though, as it’s Quaxo, that has to deal with the aftermath. The power has leveled off-except for the night of the Jellicle Moon when almost anything could happen. . .and perhaps has. . Only Old Deuteronomy may know for sure.
Thank's Vi. I could just see them huddling together plotting everything & having a ball with it
lmao
