Post by cayran on Sept 2, 2012 13:59:52 GMT -5
Name: Thurlow
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent (18)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: None
Family: None that he is aware of. He never knew his parents, nor does he have any knowledge of any siblings.
Appearance: Thurlow stands at around 5’10. Just short of 6, which is average for a tom. His is long limbed, lanky, and skinny, but has a “healthy” spread of muscle making him seem quite fit. His face is very angular, and he has high cheek bones. When he smiles, dimples appear on either side of his lower cheeks.
Thurlow’s head fur is medium length, falling just at his sholders and whispy, giving him that care free sort of look. He wears a number of colorful feathers in his head fur, and he found an old scrap of orange cloth that he wraps around his neck like a human scarf.
Human Appearance: media-cache-ec3.pinterest.com/upload/87538786477082409_sIy2vQvP.jpg
Personality: To say that Thurlow walks to the beat of his own drum is an understatement. He dances to it, runs to it, and hell, he might even skip to it. He is an extremely eccentric tom with an optimistic outlook on life.
Thurlow doesn’t believe in stress, if that makes any since. If human, he’d be the human that never has a full time job, that simply makes enough to get by, and does what ever floats his boat. He has an extremely care free attitude, and is without a doubt laid back. Thurlow doesn’t get offended easily, and if someone says something with the intentions of hurting his feelings, they best not hold their breath. He’ll simply just ignore you, or best yet, smile, shrug, and go about his merry way. He is one of those toms that figures when someone intentionally does something to hurt another’s feelings, they are jealous, or having a rough go at life. For that reason, all he can do is continue to just be “him,” and remain optimistic.
Thurlow is suave, and some might even consider him “hip.” He does after all have that “hipster” aura about him. His style, the way he walks, his attitude; everything about him screams boho babe. He has a faint charm about him that makes him easy to get along with; however, he is rather quirky and out there, which might make some think him a bit odd. Guess what? He doesn’t care. It’s him. His wings won’t be clipped, so its best that most just let him be, and let him flutter about where ever.
Lastly, despite having a grand outlook on life, Thurlow would never be able to hold an substantial position. He’d half-ass the job. If someone wants something done within a reasonable amount of time, don’t ask him to do it. Thurlow has never finished one project in his entire life, and is rather flakey. Some even think he is incapable of becoming a decent mate someday, but he supposes that all depends on fate.
Describing word: Free spirit.
History: Thurlow’s history isn’t anything special. Nothing substantial has happened to him that he can remember, but he has seen quite a bit.
Thurlow never knew his birth parents. He was one of those kittens that was thrusted into a human home as soon as his eyes opened, lapping up warm milk and being petted and cooed over on a daily basis. That was all nice a well for a while; however, when his humans had a “kit” of their own, the petting and cooing quickly turned into tail pulling and drool covered fur. He wasn’t overly fond of it.
At the ripe young age of 16, Thurlow left his human home and began wandering about the streets. He explored every crevice of the city; the tunnels, the alleys, the parks - everything. He grew most accustomed and comfortable in the artsy area of the city, where young, recently graduated college students, with high hopes and talents flocked to. They, like him, seemed so care free, and so he grew accustomed to watching them on a regular basis.
Once Thurlow settled (as well as he ever could), Thurlow ran across the jellicles. They seemed pleasant enough, and he was intrigued by them. Before them, Thurlow had rarely had any social contact with other felines, but now, he wanders around the junkyard on a regular basis. He has grown quite fond of Admetus, and the two have become decent friends. Thurlow doesn’t quite understand the whole mishap between the jellicles and the henchcats, but then again, he doesn’t care to understand. it’s a whole lot of nonsense in his opinion, and he chooses to pretend as if the feud didn’t exists.
RP Sample: It was a beautiful night. So beautiful that Thurlow wanted to do anything but remain in the same spot. The moon was full, and the stars were out - everything screamed for him to wander around down town and look out for some good music. He knew that most of his fellow jellicles weren’t ones to mingle with the humans, let alone enjoy there music; however, surely he could find a wingman for his little adventure. Surely he wasn’t the only cat in the city that was inspired by the all over feel of the evening.
Humming to himself, Thurlow walked through the down town park, a smile already plastered to his face. He was going to enjoy himself regardless, and he’d sleep it off when the sun came up.
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent (18)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: None
Family: None that he is aware of. He never knew his parents, nor does he have any knowledge of any siblings.
Appearance: Thurlow stands at around 5’10. Just short of 6, which is average for a tom. His is long limbed, lanky, and skinny, but has a “healthy” spread of muscle making him seem quite fit. His face is very angular, and he has high cheek bones. When he smiles, dimples appear on either side of his lower cheeks.
Thurlow’s head fur is medium length, falling just at his sholders and whispy, giving him that care free sort of look. He wears a number of colorful feathers in his head fur, and he found an old scrap of orange cloth that he wraps around his neck like a human scarf.
Human Appearance: media-cache-ec3.pinterest.com/upload/87538786477082409_sIy2vQvP.jpg
Personality: To say that Thurlow walks to the beat of his own drum is an understatement. He dances to it, runs to it, and hell, he might even skip to it. He is an extremely eccentric tom with an optimistic outlook on life.
Thurlow doesn’t believe in stress, if that makes any since. If human, he’d be the human that never has a full time job, that simply makes enough to get by, and does what ever floats his boat. He has an extremely care free attitude, and is without a doubt laid back. Thurlow doesn’t get offended easily, and if someone says something with the intentions of hurting his feelings, they best not hold their breath. He’ll simply just ignore you, or best yet, smile, shrug, and go about his merry way. He is one of those toms that figures when someone intentionally does something to hurt another’s feelings, they are jealous, or having a rough go at life. For that reason, all he can do is continue to just be “him,” and remain optimistic.
Thurlow is suave, and some might even consider him “hip.” He does after all have that “hipster” aura about him. His style, the way he walks, his attitude; everything about him screams boho babe. He has a faint charm about him that makes him easy to get along with; however, he is rather quirky and out there, which might make some think him a bit odd. Guess what? He doesn’t care. It’s him. His wings won’t be clipped, so its best that most just let him be, and let him flutter about where ever.
Lastly, despite having a grand outlook on life, Thurlow would never be able to hold an substantial position. He’d half-ass the job. If someone wants something done within a reasonable amount of time, don’t ask him to do it. Thurlow has never finished one project in his entire life, and is rather flakey. Some even think he is incapable of becoming a decent mate someday, but he supposes that all depends on fate.
Describing word: Free spirit.
History: Thurlow’s history isn’t anything special. Nothing substantial has happened to him that he can remember, but he has seen quite a bit.
Thurlow never knew his birth parents. He was one of those kittens that was thrusted into a human home as soon as his eyes opened, lapping up warm milk and being petted and cooed over on a daily basis. That was all nice a well for a while; however, when his humans had a “kit” of their own, the petting and cooing quickly turned into tail pulling and drool covered fur. He wasn’t overly fond of it.
At the ripe young age of 16, Thurlow left his human home and began wandering about the streets. He explored every crevice of the city; the tunnels, the alleys, the parks - everything. He grew most accustomed and comfortable in the artsy area of the city, where young, recently graduated college students, with high hopes and talents flocked to. They, like him, seemed so care free, and so he grew accustomed to watching them on a regular basis.
Once Thurlow settled (as well as he ever could), Thurlow ran across the jellicles. They seemed pleasant enough, and he was intrigued by them. Before them, Thurlow had rarely had any social contact with other felines, but now, he wanders around the junkyard on a regular basis. He has grown quite fond of Admetus, and the two have become decent friends. Thurlow doesn’t quite understand the whole mishap between the jellicles and the henchcats, but then again, he doesn’t care to understand. it’s a whole lot of nonsense in his opinion, and he chooses to pretend as if the feud didn’t exists.
RP Sample: It was a beautiful night. So beautiful that Thurlow wanted to do anything but remain in the same spot. The moon was full, and the stars were out - everything screamed for him to wander around down town and look out for some good music. He knew that most of his fellow jellicles weren’t ones to mingle with the humans, let alone enjoy there music; however, surely he could find a wingman for his little adventure. Surely he wasn’t the only cat in the city that was inspired by the all over feel of the evening.
Humming to himself, Thurlow walked through the down town park, a smile already plastered to his face. He was going to enjoy himself regardless, and he’d sleep it off when the sun came up.