Post by deepwalker on Feb 2, 2013 22:21:31 GMT -5
Name: Scrapper
Gender : Tom
Age : Juvenile
Tribe: Jellicle.
Tribe Position: N/A
Family : Father, Bustopher Jones, UNACKNOWLEDGED., Mother, Roseroar, deceased, Grandmother, Old Anna, Uncle, Tumblebrutus. Cousins, Krystalle, Mistopholees, Darkevil.
Appearance : Thin, muscular, about as tall as Jemima, Color Black, except for a white face and a white bowtie. Fur length is medium, well groomed. Athletic and a Gymnast.
Human Appearance : (Optional)
Personality : Pleasant, He makes friends easily, willing to help if asked. He is honorable, in his own fashion. If he gives you his word, and something causes him to have to renege, He will give you 24 hrs. Warning. Loves to dance but his singing is only decent. His dancing is liberally interspersed with cartwheels, flips, jumps, and any other gymnast move he thinks will fit. (A good friend or possibly competitor for Tumble.) He wants to be acknowledged by his father, but he is too proud to beg. He already has an eye for the princess, and a few queens, this is a young Tugger in the making, unless somebody changes him. Finally, he is a thief, but so far, only from humans, and he has been careful to stay FAR away from Mac and his crew. He does not like what he has heard about them, and will have nothing to do with them
Faults:Scrapper HATES humans with a passion even greater than Mac’s hatred of the Jellicle Junkyard. The reason for his hatred is the fact he watched a group of human kids kill his mother. They caught her while she was napping in the sun, then after pouring Lighter fluid on her tail, dropped her in a wire fence enclosure, lit her tail and tried to shoot her with a pellet gun, only after she was so worn out from running and dodging did one of the boys finally kill her, remarking, "she wasn't any fun anymore. Scrapper heard that, and his heart has burned with hatred for humans ever since. Now he feels driven to raid and trash one or more human houses a day, forcing him to wander all over the city in order to avoid working the same area in a week. He almost got caught early on because he started hitting each house on a street , once a day. Now he works at least 3-4 blocks away from his last 2 hits. Also, He likes to try and spy on couples when they mate, so he can learn how himself, in other words he is a little prick and a very nosey tom-kit.
Describing word: Searching. This youngster is looking for who he really is and will be.
History: Born after a short liaison between Bustopher and his mother, lovely silver with black stripes tabby queen named Roseroar, for her beauty and fighting skill, Bustopher became angry when she decided to go her own way rather than become his mate. Unfortunately, shortly after he was weaned and learned the basics of hunting, his mother was killed by a human child with a pellet gun. (See above) After that the young kit had to fend for himself, and learned that hiding, and striking from the shadows was the way to hunt, and if need be, fight. He learned that he could slip into human houses and would do so whenever he got a chance, stealing anything small and light that caught his fancy, and leaving his :Mark” on human beds and clothes, in revenge for his mother’s death. After a season or two, he found his Grandmother, Old Anna, ho gave him further tgraining in the "strike from the shadows" school ol fighting, and then sent him to the Jellicles for safety after she found out about his vendetta on humans.
RP Sample: Slipping into a slightly opened window of a house where he had watched all the humans leave earlier, Scrapper ran upstairs, and grabbing a pillowcase off a pillow, first ransacks the bedroom, grabbing a number of small rings, brooches and such, then jumped up on the bed and sprayed it liberally. He then went thru every other room, doing the same to any bed he found, and any clothes he found on the floor. As he left, with a few bans of salmon, and a nice, small pocketknife he found in a boys room, he dropped all the jewelry down a sewer, and left with the food and knife in the pillowcase, singing a happy song.
Comments: I now have permission from Krystalle, waiting for Meph.
Gender : Tom
Age : Juvenile
Tribe: Jellicle.
Tribe Position: N/A
Family : Father, Bustopher Jones, UNACKNOWLEDGED., Mother, Roseroar, deceased, Grandmother, Old Anna, Uncle, Tumblebrutus. Cousins, Krystalle, Mistopholees, Darkevil.
Appearance : Thin, muscular, about as tall as Jemima, Color Black, except for a white face and a white bowtie. Fur length is medium, well groomed. Athletic and a Gymnast.
Human Appearance : (Optional)
Personality : Pleasant, He makes friends easily, willing to help if asked. He is honorable, in his own fashion. If he gives you his word, and something causes him to have to renege, He will give you 24 hrs. Warning. Loves to dance but his singing is only decent. His dancing is liberally interspersed with cartwheels, flips, jumps, and any other gymnast move he thinks will fit. (A good friend or possibly competitor for Tumble.) He wants to be acknowledged by his father, but he is too proud to beg. He already has an eye for the princess, and a few queens, this is a young Tugger in the making, unless somebody changes him. Finally, he is a thief, but so far, only from humans, and he has been careful to stay FAR away from Mac and his crew. He does not like what he has heard about them, and will have nothing to do with them
Faults:Scrapper HATES humans with a passion even greater than Mac’s hatred of the Jellicle Junkyard. The reason for his hatred is the fact he watched a group of human kids kill his mother. They caught her while she was napping in the sun, then after pouring Lighter fluid on her tail, dropped her in a wire fence enclosure, lit her tail and tried to shoot her with a pellet gun, only after she was so worn out from running and dodging did one of the boys finally kill her, remarking, "she wasn't any fun anymore. Scrapper heard that, and his heart has burned with hatred for humans ever since. Now he feels driven to raid and trash one or more human houses a day, forcing him to wander all over the city in order to avoid working the same area in a week. He almost got caught early on because he started hitting each house on a street , once a day. Now he works at least 3-4 blocks away from his last 2 hits. Also, He likes to try and spy on couples when they mate, so he can learn how himself, in other words he is a little prick and a very nosey tom-kit.
Describing word: Searching. This youngster is looking for who he really is and will be.
History: Born after a short liaison between Bustopher and his mother, lovely silver with black stripes tabby queen named Roseroar, for her beauty and fighting skill, Bustopher became angry when she decided to go her own way rather than become his mate. Unfortunately, shortly after he was weaned and learned the basics of hunting, his mother was killed by a human child with a pellet gun. (See above) After that the young kit had to fend for himself, and learned that hiding, and striking from the shadows was the way to hunt, and if need be, fight. He learned that he could slip into human houses and would do so whenever he got a chance, stealing anything small and light that caught his fancy, and leaving his :Mark” on human beds and clothes, in revenge for his mother’s death. After a season or two, he found his Grandmother, Old Anna, ho gave him further tgraining in the "strike from the shadows" school ol fighting, and then sent him to the Jellicles for safety after she found out about his vendetta on humans.
RP Sample: Slipping into a slightly opened window of a house where he had watched all the humans leave earlier, Scrapper ran upstairs, and grabbing a pillowcase off a pillow, first ransacks the bedroom, grabbing a number of small rings, brooches and such, then jumped up on the bed and sprayed it liberally. He then went thru every other room, doing the same to any bed he found, and any clothes he found on the floor. As he left, with a few bans of salmon, and a nice, small pocketknife he found in a boys room, he dropped all the jewelry down a sewer, and left with the food and knife in the pillowcase, singing a happy song.
Comments: I now have permission from Krystalle, waiting for Meph.
