Post by snap on Sept 1, 2012 20:37:14 GMT -5
Name: Larkin
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member?
Family:
Appearance:
Clicky click!
Short-haired and skinny. Angular, slightly feminine face with square chin, full lips and high cheekbones. Mint green, almond-shaped eyes with dark lashes and red-brown shading under the lower lid. White and cream with gold shading on his shoulders, back, outer thighs and cheeks. Brown/gold and black striped tail with a white tip. Golden blonde head-fur with long bangs on the right. Endearingly large, red-brown ears with black rims. Leopard spots on his thighs, upper back, and in a heart shape on his chest and leopard-esque freckling over his nose. Two sharp red-brown lines on his right cheek and one on his chin.
Human Appearance: Valentin Baranov?
Personality: Larkin is a cute, friendly and fiercely intelligent, but he's hyperactive and far too easily distracted. However if he's working on an big project, he can be completely absorbed, if manic, for hours. Sometimes he looks as if he might give off sparks of energy, and he definitely burns the candle at both ends, often forgetting to eat and sleep when he's thinking. As said, he is very bright and observant. He can deduce things and excel at anything he puts his mind to, although physically, he's pretty weak. Consumed in his own little bubble of nonsense, he has zero social skills and forgets about other people's feelings, sometimes saying things that might be rude or insensitive. He never means it, he just doesn't think the consequences through before he says it. If he finds himself in an unfamiliar social situation, he observes others and tries to mimic their behaviour. Despite failing spectacularly at being tactful, he hates to see others in pain, and even though he's not very good at being insightful or comforting, he will sing and dance his heart out to make them smile again. Given his amazing capacity to absorb and recall a lot of information, his quick, practical thinking and his caring nature, he might make a good healer one day, if someone chooses to teach him. He does not learn through being dictated to, he zones out when people talk to him, he must examine and touch to learn. His mind is very chaotic and he often crashes and falls asleep almost out of the blue. He can sleep anywhere and is very disorganised and messy. Some cats might think he's incredibly clever, other might assume he's completely vacant.
Describing word: Manic!
History: Larkin's mother, Pardine, was a pretty young stray with a striking gold pelt and leopard spots. Larkin was the result of a foolish mating with a stuck up house cat, who avoided Pardine afterwards and claimed no responsibility for their child. Pardine was left alone on the streets.
Larkin was born in an alleyway during a summer storm. As a kitten he was very precocious and energetic, a real handful for an unprepared young mother. He was often left alone in exposed places while she went hunting, out of sheer luck the unwary kitten survived, playing alone and keeping himself amused.
As he grew older, an increasingly desperate Pardine struggled to keep her son fed and educated, and eventually handed him over to the Jellicles in the hopes that they would raise him better than she could. Larkin was deeply hurt by this, never fully understanding why she had abandoned him with complete strangers. This is another reason why he sometimes struggles with socialising. He just doesn't understand and can't predict their behaviour.
Initially, the Jellicles found the kitten to be quiet and withdrawn, but with time he opened up and took an interest in everything. He asked questions incessantly and drove everyone mad with his 'helpful' comments and criticisms. The adults wrung their hands in frustration when they tried to talk to him or discipline him. No particular cat looked after him, it was a group effort as the kitten would just crash anywhere and eat anything he was offered.
As time goes on, he has grown into quite a striking figure, just beginning to think about taking a mate. Sometimes he tries to 'help' the protectors of tribes (often doing more harm than good) or tentatively trying to befriend the other young Jellicles. So far he's struggling with both and spends a great deal of his time alone.
RP Sample: Larkin analysed the tracks in the dirt, tilting his head to one side and picking at a tuft of hair caught on an abandoned piece of machinery. Unknown feline, long brown fur, small feet and a light tread, probably a small female. She favoured her left leg. He had a longer stride and stronger muscles. She'd stayed in the shadows, choosing a path that took full advantage of the Junkyard's blind spots. Impressive, but this determined little tom cat knew the Junkyard far better than some stranger. Larkin had pointed out these flaws to Munkustrap over and over, but the silver tabby didn't have time to deal with such a trivial matter, the blind spots were deep in the Jellicles' territory and difficult to reach. Well now look what's happened, Larkin thought to himself with a mixture of derision and self-satisfaction. Someone had broken in. Larkin followed the trail, skulking along with his gaze turned downward, causing him to walk into several obstacles and bump his head. The disgruntled young tom emerged out of a gap in the fence, rubbing his sore head and muttering as he found the trail had ended here. He'd wanted to be the genius, the hero who'd captured an intruder, but no such luck. Someone called him back from afar. The tom gave a loud sigh and retraced his steps. He wondered if anyone would be interested if he told his story. The older queens generally listened good-naturedly to his wild tales of heroic sleuthing. Munkustrap needed to be informed. So what if the older tom was sleeping? Larkin took the tuft of fur as evidence and was about to track down the tabby when a butterfly fluttered past. The kitten whirled about to watch the iridescent flash of its wings. He started climbing a pile of junk as the insect ascended, trying to keep it in view. Something gave out from beneath his paws and he tumbled down. The voice called again, more insistently, and Larkin stood up, shaking out his fur and trotting off to see why he was being called, both the fur and the butterfly forgotten.
Comments: He's looking for a guardian.
Gender: Male
Age: Adolescent
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member?
Family:
Mother: Pardine (deceased)
Father: unknown
Appearance:
Clicky click!
Short-haired and skinny. Angular, slightly feminine face with square chin, full lips and high cheekbones. Mint green, almond-shaped eyes with dark lashes and red-brown shading under the lower lid. White and cream with gold shading on his shoulders, back, outer thighs and cheeks. Brown/gold and black striped tail with a white tip. Golden blonde head-fur with long bangs on the right. Endearingly large, red-brown ears with black rims. Leopard spots on his thighs, upper back, and in a heart shape on his chest and leopard-esque freckling over his nose. Two sharp red-brown lines on his right cheek and one on his chin.
Human Appearance: Valentin Baranov?
Personality: Larkin is a cute, friendly and fiercely intelligent, but he's hyperactive and far too easily distracted. However if he's working on an big project, he can be completely absorbed, if manic, for hours. Sometimes he looks as if he might give off sparks of energy, and he definitely burns the candle at both ends, often forgetting to eat and sleep when he's thinking. As said, he is very bright and observant. He can deduce things and excel at anything he puts his mind to, although physically, he's pretty weak. Consumed in his own little bubble of nonsense, he has zero social skills and forgets about other people's feelings, sometimes saying things that might be rude or insensitive. He never means it, he just doesn't think the consequences through before he says it. If he finds himself in an unfamiliar social situation, he observes others and tries to mimic their behaviour. Despite failing spectacularly at being tactful, he hates to see others in pain, and even though he's not very good at being insightful or comforting, he will sing and dance his heart out to make them smile again. Given his amazing capacity to absorb and recall a lot of information, his quick, practical thinking and his caring nature, he might make a good healer one day, if someone chooses to teach him. He does not learn through being dictated to, he zones out when people talk to him, he must examine and touch to learn. His mind is very chaotic and he often crashes and falls asleep almost out of the blue. He can sleep anywhere and is very disorganised and messy. Some cats might think he's incredibly clever, other might assume he's completely vacant.
Describing word: Manic!
History: Larkin's mother, Pardine, was a pretty young stray with a striking gold pelt and leopard spots. Larkin was the result of a foolish mating with a stuck up house cat, who avoided Pardine afterwards and claimed no responsibility for their child. Pardine was left alone on the streets.
Larkin was born in an alleyway during a summer storm. As a kitten he was very precocious and energetic, a real handful for an unprepared young mother. He was often left alone in exposed places while she went hunting, out of sheer luck the unwary kitten survived, playing alone and keeping himself amused.
As he grew older, an increasingly desperate Pardine struggled to keep her son fed and educated, and eventually handed him over to the Jellicles in the hopes that they would raise him better than she could. Larkin was deeply hurt by this, never fully understanding why she had abandoned him with complete strangers. This is another reason why he sometimes struggles with socialising. He just doesn't understand and can't predict their behaviour.
Initially, the Jellicles found the kitten to be quiet and withdrawn, but with time he opened up and took an interest in everything. He asked questions incessantly and drove everyone mad with his 'helpful' comments and criticisms. The adults wrung their hands in frustration when they tried to talk to him or discipline him. No particular cat looked after him, it was a group effort as the kitten would just crash anywhere and eat anything he was offered.
As time goes on, he has grown into quite a striking figure, just beginning to think about taking a mate. Sometimes he tries to 'help' the protectors of tribes (often doing more harm than good) or tentatively trying to befriend the other young Jellicles. So far he's struggling with both and spends a great deal of his time alone.
RP Sample: Larkin analysed the tracks in the dirt, tilting his head to one side and picking at a tuft of hair caught on an abandoned piece of machinery. Unknown feline, long brown fur, small feet and a light tread, probably a small female. She favoured her left leg. He had a longer stride and stronger muscles. She'd stayed in the shadows, choosing a path that took full advantage of the Junkyard's blind spots. Impressive, but this determined little tom cat knew the Junkyard far better than some stranger. Larkin had pointed out these flaws to Munkustrap over and over, but the silver tabby didn't have time to deal with such a trivial matter, the blind spots were deep in the Jellicles' territory and difficult to reach. Well now look what's happened, Larkin thought to himself with a mixture of derision and self-satisfaction. Someone had broken in. Larkin followed the trail, skulking along with his gaze turned downward, causing him to walk into several obstacles and bump his head. The disgruntled young tom emerged out of a gap in the fence, rubbing his sore head and muttering as he found the trail had ended here. He'd wanted to be the genius, the hero who'd captured an intruder, but no such luck. Someone called him back from afar. The tom gave a loud sigh and retraced his steps. He wondered if anyone would be interested if he told his story. The older queens generally listened good-naturedly to his wild tales of heroic sleuthing. Munkustrap needed to be informed. So what if the older tom was sleeping? Larkin took the tuft of fur as evidence and was about to track down the tabby when a butterfly fluttered past. The kitten whirled about to watch the iridescent flash of its wings. He started climbing a pile of junk as the insect ascended, trying to keep it in view. Something gave out from beneath his paws and he tumbled down. The voice called again, more insistently, and Larkin stood up, shaking out his fur and trotting off to see why he was being called, both the fur and the butterfly forgotten.
Comments: He's looking for a guardian.