Post by cayran on Sept 11, 2012 21:58:11 GMT -5
Name: Amaury
Gender: Male
Age: Adult (26)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: N/A
Family: Amaury’s father is a rudy somali tom named Lebeau, and his mother a fawn somali named Isabella. He has one sister named Rosette, and is the first cousin of Cayran and her crew.
Appearance: Amaury’s a stud muffin, plain and simple. Yes, he’s physically attractive, but his attitude (which you’ll hear more of later) adds to the hot-o-meter. Amaury is a good 6 foot tall; 6’1 to be exact, and (hold your squeals till the end ladies) has a noticeable six pack. How he keeps it is beyond me. His face is squared and angular with a wide set jaw, and his head fur flows freely to his shoulders.
Amaury is a pure bred somali, and, thanks to his father, has inherited a rudy/red color to his fur. His tail is covered in long “fluffy” fur, as is his shoulders, and both eyes are nearly blood red in color. As said, Amaury is undeniably an attractive cat, and thank the Lord he doesn’t know it.
Human Appearance: i1058.photobucket.com/albums/t404/rosiepope/936full-taylor-kitsch_large-1.jpg AND i72.photobucket.com/albums/i197/The_Advent_Child/Men/Taylor-Kitsch.jpg
Personality: Amaury is a character, and when I say character, I mean that he definitely isn’t lacking in personality. He is someone that you’ll find either extremely charming and charismatic, or just plum annoying and over the top. He is a raw as the country side he hails from, and has no qualms about making himself known. For example, Amaury has a tendency to be loud and boisterous; he’ll often make his presence known with an abrupt shout. His laugh is rich and full, and Amaury rarely holds it in. Just to let it all soak in, if you asked him to sing, Amaury won’t just sing a verse or two, he’ll sing the whole bloody song, and enthusiastically might I add. Get the picture?
On top of it all, Amaury is most known for his love for liquor. He is a social drinker, and borderline alcoholic. Thankfully, Amaury isn’t a mean drunk. He is a very happy, and bubbly. Regardless, it is a trait that most don’t look upon favorably, but his excuse is that it isn’t causing anyone harm. His “drink of choice” is a good spiced burbon, and if he can’t get that, he’ll go for rum. Hell, to be honest, if it’s offered, he’ll drink it. To put it frankly, he is a very “colorful” character when he’s had a drink or two (or three), and trust me, you won’t find him dull.
Despite his loud, rowdy nature and his drinking, Amaury is a good hearted boy. He’ll drop what ever he’s doing and assist you if need be. He’s sweet and courteous, and as passed down from his parents and grandparents, he’ll call a lady “ma’am” out of respect. Amaury knows his manners. He’ll open a door for a lady in a heart beat. He has a tendency to flirt; however, it’s harmless. You’d know if he was “into” you, but age, sex, whatever, it doesn’t matter. He’ll pay anyone a compliment.
Lastly, although he’d never make it openly known, Amaury gets worked up and stressed easily. If you end up getting to know him well, he’ll blame his drinking on his late night heart palpitations, or his random brief panic attacks. No, he doesn’t pull his hair or have a dramatic fit, his stress happens inwardly and might only be noticeable in his eyes. Why he has this problem, he doesn’t know. The slightest thing such as forgetting something at home, or a snappy comment someone might make will bother him all day long until he gets it resolved. He has tried all sorts of “stress relieving” techniques, but drinking seems to be the only thing that helps.
Describing word: Colorful.
History: Amaury’s a traveler. He’s gone from one place to another, and although it is mostly thanks to his father’s humans, he’s never really cared to call a new place home.
Amaury was born in Louisiana. His father and Cayran’s father are brothers, and by coincidence, both brother’s belonged to humans of the same house hold. His sister, Rosette, was born 6 years after him, and grew up to be just as much of a fire cracker as he did. In Louisiana, his humans and family moved about numerous times, never really settling in one place. He lived in Louisiana for 18 years before he and his family uprooted themselves once again and moved to North Carolina, where he became far more familiar with his first cousins, uncle, and aunt. He also became rather friendly with the Alexandrians, even though his parents decided to remain out of that loop. Regardless, at that point, Amaury was considered an adult, so trailing behind his parents was no longer an option.
To back track a bit, When Amaury turned 16, that is when the stress and sudden panic attacks began to pop up. His mother tried desperately to help her son work through them, but nothing seemed to work. One night, when Amaury continuously tossed and turned, Lebeau (his father) snuck into his room and handed his son his first drink (moon shine). Although the drink wasn’t all that “tasty,” Amaury was surprised by how calm he suddenly felt, and how quickly he went to sleep. Every night since then the tom has drank to calm his nerves, and although at times he ponders on stopping, Amaury doesn’t want to risk having a heart attack at the age of 30.
Amaury was 23 when the jail birds attacked the Alexandrian tribe. Needless to say, the attack set him back a year or two on his progress of remaining stress free, and Amaury drank even more as result to it. Friends died, some were were wounded, and despite succeeding in maintaining a strong exterior, it ate away at him inside. He was jealous when Cayran was given the opportunity to leave, and when he found out that his human male was flying to England to visit Cayran’s human, he went along for the ride just to get away from it all, even if it was for a short time.
Amaury had only planned to visit. His human had booked a trip to England for two weeks, and Amaury had every intention to go back with his human after those two weeks were up. Instead, after getting in late from an evening at the pub, he had discovered that his human had left him there. He was then alluded to the fact that humans have “deadlines,” and because of it, Amaury’s stay in England has been extended. His only hope of returning to America is with Cayran’s human a couple years from now, or if he’s lucky, the next time his human’s visit.
Nevertheless, Amaury’s made the most of his situation. He’s made a few good friends, and hasn’t held back from making himself comfortable. He does WANT to go home someday, but he’s accepted the fact that it might be a few years before that happens, and so, until then, his new home is with the jellicles, whether they like it or not.
RP Sample: Amaury had a routine. Everyone knew it. His routine could be broken without any problem, but unless something came up, everyone knew where to find him and any given moment of the day. In the mornings, he slept late to rid himself of a probable hang over. In the afternoons, he was in the junkyard, chatting up the ears of anyone who might be willing to listen, and at night, the pub. He wasn’t much for suprises. Regardless, tonight was slightly different. He had gone to the pub yes, but he lingered for only a short time. Instead, the somali had packed up his drink and headed out to the nearest dock where he sat and watched the tied roll in. He found that it cleared his mind. He thought of the day, what might come tomorrow, but mostly about the family he had left back home. To say he missed them was an understatement.
Closing his eyes, Amaury leaned back and let the ocean breeze roll past his shoulders. Their faces became extremely vivid in his mind, and although when he opened his eyes they wouldn’t be there, he smiled as if they were.
Comments: Speaks with a thick Louisiana (cajun) accent.
Gender: Male
Age: Adult (26)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: N/A
Family: Amaury’s father is a rudy somali tom named Lebeau, and his mother a fawn somali named Isabella. He has one sister named Rosette, and is the first cousin of Cayran and her crew.
Appearance: Amaury’s a stud muffin, plain and simple. Yes, he’s physically attractive, but his attitude (which you’ll hear more of later) adds to the hot-o-meter. Amaury is a good 6 foot tall; 6’1 to be exact, and (hold your squeals till the end ladies) has a noticeable six pack. How he keeps it is beyond me. His face is squared and angular with a wide set jaw, and his head fur flows freely to his shoulders.
Amaury is a pure bred somali, and, thanks to his father, has inherited a rudy/red color to his fur. His tail is covered in long “fluffy” fur, as is his shoulders, and both eyes are nearly blood red in color. As said, Amaury is undeniably an attractive cat, and thank the Lord he doesn’t know it.
Human Appearance: i1058.photobucket.com/albums/t404/rosiepope/936full-taylor-kitsch_large-1.jpg AND i72.photobucket.com/albums/i197/The_Advent_Child/Men/Taylor-Kitsch.jpg
Personality: Amaury is a character, and when I say character, I mean that he definitely isn’t lacking in personality. He is someone that you’ll find either extremely charming and charismatic, or just plum annoying and over the top. He is a raw as the country side he hails from, and has no qualms about making himself known. For example, Amaury has a tendency to be loud and boisterous; he’ll often make his presence known with an abrupt shout. His laugh is rich and full, and Amaury rarely holds it in. Just to let it all soak in, if you asked him to sing, Amaury won’t just sing a verse or two, he’ll sing the whole bloody song, and enthusiastically might I add. Get the picture?
On top of it all, Amaury is most known for his love for liquor. He is a social drinker, and borderline alcoholic. Thankfully, Amaury isn’t a mean drunk. He is a very happy, and bubbly. Regardless, it is a trait that most don’t look upon favorably, but his excuse is that it isn’t causing anyone harm. His “drink of choice” is a good spiced burbon, and if he can’t get that, he’ll go for rum. Hell, to be honest, if it’s offered, he’ll drink it. To put it frankly, he is a very “colorful” character when he’s had a drink or two (or three), and trust me, you won’t find him dull.
Despite his loud, rowdy nature and his drinking, Amaury is a good hearted boy. He’ll drop what ever he’s doing and assist you if need be. He’s sweet and courteous, and as passed down from his parents and grandparents, he’ll call a lady “ma’am” out of respect. Amaury knows his manners. He’ll open a door for a lady in a heart beat. He has a tendency to flirt; however, it’s harmless. You’d know if he was “into” you, but age, sex, whatever, it doesn’t matter. He’ll pay anyone a compliment.
Lastly, although he’d never make it openly known, Amaury gets worked up and stressed easily. If you end up getting to know him well, he’ll blame his drinking on his late night heart palpitations, or his random brief panic attacks. No, he doesn’t pull his hair or have a dramatic fit, his stress happens inwardly and might only be noticeable in his eyes. Why he has this problem, he doesn’t know. The slightest thing such as forgetting something at home, or a snappy comment someone might make will bother him all day long until he gets it resolved. He has tried all sorts of “stress relieving” techniques, but drinking seems to be the only thing that helps.
Describing word: Colorful.
History: Amaury’s a traveler. He’s gone from one place to another, and although it is mostly thanks to his father’s humans, he’s never really cared to call a new place home.
Amaury was born in Louisiana. His father and Cayran’s father are brothers, and by coincidence, both brother’s belonged to humans of the same house hold. His sister, Rosette, was born 6 years after him, and grew up to be just as much of a fire cracker as he did. In Louisiana, his humans and family moved about numerous times, never really settling in one place. He lived in Louisiana for 18 years before he and his family uprooted themselves once again and moved to North Carolina, where he became far more familiar with his first cousins, uncle, and aunt. He also became rather friendly with the Alexandrians, even though his parents decided to remain out of that loop. Regardless, at that point, Amaury was considered an adult, so trailing behind his parents was no longer an option.
To back track a bit, When Amaury turned 16, that is when the stress and sudden panic attacks began to pop up. His mother tried desperately to help her son work through them, but nothing seemed to work. One night, when Amaury continuously tossed and turned, Lebeau (his father) snuck into his room and handed his son his first drink (moon shine). Although the drink wasn’t all that “tasty,” Amaury was surprised by how calm he suddenly felt, and how quickly he went to sleep. Every night since then the tom has drank to calm his nerves, and although at times he ponders on stopping, Amaury doesn’t want to risk having a heart attack at the age of 30.
Amaury was 23 when the jail birds attacked the Alexandrian tribe. Needless to say, the attack set him back a year or two on his progress of remaining stress free, and Amaury drank even more as result to it. Friends died, some were were wounded, and despite succeeding in maintaining a strong exterior, it ate away at him inside. He was jealous when Cayran was given the opportunity to leave, and when he found out that his human male was flying to England to visit Cayran’s human, he went along for the ride just to get away from it all, even if it was for a short time.
Amaury had only planned to visit. His human had booked a trip to England for two weeks, and Amaury had every intention to go back with his human after those two weeks were up. Instead, after getting in late from an evening at the pub, he had discovered that his human had left him there. He was then alluded to the fact that humans have “deadlines,” and because of it, Amaury’s stay in England has been extended. His only hope of returning to America is with Cayran’s human a couple years from now, or if he’s lucky, the next time his human’s visit.
Nevertheless, Amaury’s made the most of his situation. He’s made a few good friends, and hasn’t held back from making himself comfortable. He does WANT to go home someday, but he’s accepted the fact that it might be a few years before that happens, and so, until then, his new home is with the jellicles, whether they like it or not.
RP Sample: Amaury had a routine. Everyone knew it. His routine could be broken without any problem, but unless something came up, everyone knew where to find him and any given moment of the day. In the mornings, he slept late to rid himself of a probable hang over. In the afternoons, he was in the junkyard, chatting up the ears of anyone who might be willing to listen, and at night, the pub. He wasn’t much for suprises. Regardless, tonight was slightly different. He had gone to the pub yes, but he lingered for only a short time. Instead, the somali had packed up his drink and headed out to the nearest dock where he sat and watched the tied roll in. He found that it cleared his mind. He thought of the day, what might come tomorrow, but mostly about the family he had left back home. To say he missed them was an understatement.
Closing his eyes, Amaury leaned back and let the ocean breeze roll past his shoulders. Their faces became extremely vivid in his mind, and although when he opened his eyes they wouldn’t be there, he smiled as if they were.
Comments: Speaks with a thick Louisiana (cajun) accent.
