Post by eliaza on Sept 29, 2013 12:18:45 GMT -5
Name: Oswin
Gender: Queen
Age: Adolescent
Tribe: Jellicle (former Hench)
Tribe Position: None
Family: Mother: Gwyn (dead); Father: Rumpus Cat (known to her, unknown to him)
Appearance: She is small and petite, with green eyes. Her fur is black-and-white patched, with a few tabby stripes on her arms and midsection. Her most prominent facial feature is a black patch over her right eye.
Human Appearance:
Personality:
Cute: Okay, I know "cute" isn't really a personality thing per se... What I mean by it is that one of her favorite things is to behave in a sweet, shy, loving manner to everyone. Sometimes it's genuine; other times it's her sneaky way of trying to trick someone or get away with something.
Sly: A huge part of her slyness is using her cuteness to get away with something. She is extremely manipulative, which was an asset to the Henches: she can convince almost anyone of anything with those big, sad looking eyes of hers. It didn't work so much the Henches, but it works excellently on Jellicles or anyone else with half a heart. Thus, she was often useful for getting information. Another part of her slyness is that she can sneak around easily without being noticed: so she spied regularly on the Jellicles and anyone else Macavity might wish. Now, of course, she lives with the Jellicles, but still continues some of her sly ways. She doesn't do anything really harmful, but she does eavesdrop or otherwise sneak around on people in an impolite manner. She hasn't quite learnt what sorts of behaviors are acceptable or unacceptable; spying has always been a game to her, and manipulating was how she always got her own way. She sees no reason to give up these behaviors.
Mischievous: She loves to cause trouble. It can be as innocent as annoying a cat till he wants to claw his own eyes out, or as serious as seeing just how near she can get to danger without being caught.
Fun-loving: She loves to have fun. She is still very much a kitten - despite being quite nearly adult age, she is still very silly and immature. Most of her fun consists of annoying/playing tricks on others, but she also just likes to have regular kitten fun - dancing around, singing, imagining things, etc.
Feisty: Despite her generally cheerful nature, she has quite the temper if you say or do just the right thing. Of course, she's rather weak physically, so she can't cause any damage that way. However, she can screech and whine the living-daylights out of anyone, which brings us to...
Whiny/Sensitive: She is easily hurt/upset; however, there's no real way to tell where genuine feeling ends and purposeful overreaction begins. She herself doesn't even know. She has become accustomed to dramatically overreacting to just about everything, and she will whine and nag relentlessly once she gets going.
Slightly-Mad: It is debatable whether she is diagnosably mad; it is certain that she has some habits some might consider odd. For example, she has a habit of talking to herself and to imaginary people who aren't there, even while she's holding a conversation with a real person right in front of her. But she generally gets away with it with no one really commenting - they assume she's just gone crazy from living with the Henches.
Faults: Her sly and mischievous tendencies are the most problematic when it comes to life among the Jellicles. She doesn't wish to harm any of her new-found family, and her pranks are usually harmless. On the other hand, she often listens and overhears things not meant for her ears. And then she has no scruples about blurting out what she hears to anyone who happens to be around, and thereby sharing some very personal conversation or fact about someone that they didn't want to have known. Thus, more often than not, she is on some cat or other's bad side. As for pranks, she has no discernment between who would enjoy, say, having smelly mouse bones dumped on them from above and who wouldn't. Finally, she has little or no sense of caution. You never know when she might rush into danger - sometimes trying to help someone, but more often just doing something to say she did it.
Describing word: Loony.
History: Oswin was born to a queen who lived on the streets, and the earliest part of her kittenhood was spent with just the two of them, surviving together. Although the simple fact of existing from day to day was an immense struggle, those were some of the happiest times of Oswin's life. Her mother loved her and tried to make things as pleasant as possible in their situation.
Oswin knew nothing about her father until, one day, her mother thought she was old enough to be told, and explained that her father was someone called Rumpus, who had stayed with her mother only a short time before disappearing. She had never seen him since, but she believed he had joined with a group of cats called Henches. A short time after explaining this to Oswin, Gwyn was killed in a fight with some alleycats. Not knowing what else to do, Oswin, still a little tyke, determined to find the Henches and join them so she could be with her father.
After wandering cluelessly for some time, she finally made it to the warehouse and Macavity's hench-tribe. She was locked up in the dungeons for a time, more because no one knew what to do with her than because she was seen as any kind of threat. For reasons she still does not understand, she was finally let out and allowed to live. Although still confused as to why she, a to all appearances useless kit, was not simply disposed of on the spot, she shrugs it off as the strangeness of Macavity and Hench ways. Perhaps they thought she would prove useful. Well, she certainly did at that. She was often the one called-on whenever someone was needed to spy or "sweet-talk" an enemy - Jellicle or otherwise. This was good for her, since she would be useless in actual physical combat.
Although her original intention had been to find Rumpus and let him know who she was, she never saw him until she had been among the Henches for a long time. By the time she ever saw and recognized him from her mother's description, she had lost all nerve or intention for ever telling him. She had learned quickly that the warehouse was no place for loving parent-kitten relationships. So, she contented herself with the fact that at least she had a place to stay and some form of group protection. She made her way among the Henches pretty well. However, in her heart of hearts, she was not really cut out for Hench life. She did not even understand this feeling herself, nor did she understand what bothered her about the Henches' violent ways, but she knew something was strange and wrong about it. She only saw that the henchcats' behavior and thinking was completely opposite to her mother's, which she knew had been right and good; so the henches' must be wrong and bad.
This inkling only grew stronger as she grew older, and she finally determined to leave the Henches and join with the Jellicles, with whose ways she had grown pretty familiar because she had spied on them so much. Leaving Macavity's gang is no simple matter, though. She was caught, dragged back, and tortured in the dungeons numerous times. By the time she, at last, escaped for good, she was in bad condition and half out of her mind. The one thought she could keep any focus on was to reach the Jellicles. When she finally did, they of course wouldn't turn away such a young cat in the state that she was in. An extended time spent in the healers' den brought her to a better place physically and mentally, though she'll never be completely "normal" in the head. The problem still stood, though, of what to do with her - she was from the Henches, after all, and might not be trustworthy. She was kept under close watch for a long while, but most have finally concluded that she's strange, with some dreadful habits, but nothing too deadly - nothing that can't be grown out of now that she's with the Jellicles.
RP Sample:
The small patched queen stifled a giggle from her hiding-place. She knew it, she knew it it was those two who kept breaking in and stealing Jennyanydots' mice! Now she had proof. "They will be in so much trouble," she whispered. She leaned her ear against the rubbish-pile to hear better. All she needed to do now was learn how they did it. Then she could go tell on them, and while everyone would be satisfied that they'd caught the culprits, Oswin could go enjoy some juicy mice all for herself! All at once, she gave a yawn. "I'm bored of this. Let's do something else." She hissed, answering herself as if to another person, "Shush! They'll hear! I'm not leaving till I know how to get them micies!" She paused, then realized that the voices on the other side of the rubbish had stopped. Uh-oh. Had they heard? She clamped her paw over her mouth and scrunched up into a ball as tightly as possible. She must not be seen!
Gender: Queen
Age: Adolescent
Tribe: Jellicle (former Hench)
Tribe Position: None
Family: Mother: Gwyn (dead); Father: Rumpus Cat (known to her, unknown to him)
Appearance: She is small and petite, with green eyes. Her fur is black-and-white patched, with a few tabby stripes on her arms and midsection. Her most prominent facial feature is a black patch over her right eye.
Human Appearance:
Personality:
Cute: Okay, I know "cute" isn't really a personality thing per se... What I mean by it is that one of her favorite things is to behave in a sweet, shy, loving manner to everyone. Sometimes it's genuine; other times it's her sneaky way of trying to trick someone or get away with something.
Sly: A huge part of her slyness is using her cuteness to get away with something. She is extremely manipulative, which was an asset to the Henches: she can convince almost anyone of anything with those big, sad looking eyes of hers. It didn't work so much the Henches, but it works excellently on Jellicles or anyone else with half a heart. Thus, she was often useful for getting information. Another part of her slyness is that she can sneak around easily without being noticed: so she spied regularly on the Jellicles and anyone else Macavity might wish. Now, of course, she lives with the Jellicles, but still continues some of her sly ways. She doesn't do anything really harmful, but she does eavesdrop or otherwise sneak around on people in an impolite manner. She hasn't quite learnt what sorts of behaviors are acceptable or unacceptable; spying has always been a game to her, and manipulating was how she always got her own way. She sees no reason to give up these behaviors.
Mischievous: She loves to cause trouble. It can be as innocent as annoying a cat till he wants to claw his own eyes out, or as serious as seeing just how near she can get to danger without being caught.
Fun-loving: She loves to have fun. She is still very much a kitten - despite being quite nearly adult age, she is still very silly and immature. Most of her fun consists of annoying/playing tricks on others, but she also just likes to have regular kitten fun - dancing around, singing, imagining things, etc.
Feisty: Despite her generally cheerful nature, she has quite the temper if you say or do just the right thing. Of course, she's rather weak physically, so she can't cause any damage that way. However, she can screech and whine the living-daylights out of anyone, which brings us to...
Whiny/Sensitive: She is easily hurt/upset; however, there's no real way to tell where genuine feeling ends and purposeful overreaction begins. She herself doesn't even know. She has become accustomed to dramatically overreacting to just about everything, and she will whine and nag relentlessly once she gets going.
Slightly-Mad: It is debatable whether she is diagnosably mad; it is certain that she has some habits some might consider odd. For example, she has a habit of talking to herself and to imaginary people who aren't there, even while she's holding a conversation with a real person right in front of her. But she generally gets away with it with no one really commenting - they assume she's just gone crazy from living with the Henches.
Faults: Her sly and mischievous tendencies are the most problematic when it comes to life among the Jellicles. She doesn't wish to harm any of her new-found family, and her pranks are usually harmless. On the other hand, she often listens and overhears things not meant for her ears. And then she has no scruples about blurting out what she hears to anyone who happens to be around, and thereby sharing some very personal conversation or fact about someone that they didn't want to have known. Thus, more often than not, she is on some cat or other's bad side. As for pranks, she has no discernment between who would enjoy, say, having smelly mouse bones dumped on them from above and who wouldn't. Finally, she has little or no sense of caution. You never know when she might rush into danger - sometimes trying to help someone, but more often just doing something to say she did it.
Describing word: Loony.
History: Oswin was born to a queen who lived on the streets, and the earliest part of her kittenhood was spent with just the two of them, surviving together. Although the simple fact of existing from day to day was an immense struggle, those were some of the happiest times of Oswin's life. Her mother loved her and tried to make things as pleasant as possible in their situation.
Oswin knew nothing about her father until, one day, her mother thought she was old enough to be told, and explained that her father was someone called Rumpus, who had stayed with her mother only a short time before disappearing. She had never seen him since, but she believed he had joined with a group of cats called Henches. A short time after explaining this to Oswin, Gwyn was killed in a fight with some alleycats. Not knowing what else to do, Oswin, still a little tyke, determined to find the Henches and join them so she could be with her father.
After wandering cluelessly for some time, she finally made it to the warehouse and Macavity's hench-tribe. She was locked up in the dungeons for a time, more because no one knew what to do with her than because she was seen as any kind of threat. For reasons she still does not understand, she was finally let out and allowed to live. Although still confused as to why she, a to all appearances useless kit, was not simply disposed of on the spot, she shrugs it off as the strangeness of Macavity and Hench ways. Perhaps they thought she would prove useful. Well, she certainly did at that. She was often the one called-on whenever someone was needed to spy or "sweet-talk" an enemy - Jellicle or otherwise. This was good for her, since she would be useless in actual physical combat.
Although her original intention had been to find Rumpus and let him know who she was, she never saw him until she had been among the Henches for a long time. By the time she ever saw and recognized him from her mother's description, she had lost all nerve or intention for ever telling him. She had learned quickly that the warehouse was no place for loving parent-kitten relationships. So, she contented herself with the fact that at least she had a place to stay and some form of group protection. She made her way among the Henches pretty well. However, in her heart of hearts, she was not really cut out for Hench life. She did not even understand this feeling herself, nor did she understand what bothered her about the Henches' violent ways, but she knew something was strange and wrong about it. She only saw that the henchcats' behavior and thinking was completely opposite to her mother's, which she knew had been right and good; so the henches' must be wrong and bad.
This inkling only grew stronger as she grew older, and she finally determined to leave the Henches and join with the Jellicles, with whose ways she had grown pretty familiar because she had spied on them so much. Leaving Macavity's gang is no simple matter, though. She was caught, dragged back, and tortured in the dungeons numerous times. By the time she, at last, escaped for good, she was in bad condition and half out of her mind. The one thought she could keep any focus on was to reach the Jellicles. When she finally did, they of course wouldn't turn away such a young cat in the state that she was in. An extended time spent in the healers' den brought her to a better place physically and mentally, though she'll never be completely "normal" in the head. The problem still stood, though, of what to do with her - she was from the Henches, after all, and might not be trustworthy. She was kept under close watch for a long while, but most have finally concluded that she's strange, with some dreadful habits, but nothing too deadly - nothing that can't be grown out of now that she's with the Jellicles.
RP Sample:
The small patched queen stifled a giggle from her hiding-place. She knew it, she knew it it was those two who kept breaking in and stealing Jennyanydots' mice! Now she had proof. "They will be in so much trouble," she whispered. She leaned her ear against the rubbish-pile to hear better. All she needed to do now was learn how they did it. Then she could go tell on them, and while everyone would be satisfied that they'd caught the culprits, Oswin could go enjoy some juicy mice all for herself! All at once, she gave a yawn. "I'm bored of this. Let's do something else." She hissed, answering herself as if to another person, "Shush! They'll hear! I'm not leaving till I know how to get them micies!" She paused, then realized that the voices on the other side of the rubbish had stopped. Uh-oh. Had they heard? She clamped her paw over her mouth and scrunched up into a ball as tightly as possible. She must not be seen!
