Post by Blue on Jul 30, 2015 17:59:21 GMT -5
Name: Chesney
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member
Family: He cut ties with them when he left. Should anyone wanna be family you're more than welcome to.
Appearance:
White fur peppered with black and reddish browns. On his right arm/front leg there's a black spot that sort of resembles a snowflake. I guess his most unusual feature would be his bangs, which are short on the right side but is gradually longer to more or less cover his left eye. Speaking of eyes, they are dark and framed by black markings. Will usually wear a bandana that he picked up on his journey around his neck.
Human Appearance: (Optional)
Personality: The main words to describe Ches would be 'introvert' and 'dreamer'. He almost always seem to have his head in the clouds and while he doesn't like being pressured into anything he expects full freedom to follow whatever impulse or fancy that strikes. His three favourite things in the world is the colour blue, the moon's reflection in water and art. Even better when all three are tied together.
Being an introvert he prefers his own company other that of others. It doesn't mean he hates being around them (except for the obvious exception of the bullies) - he just wants to be independant. But when he's really down he pulls away from everyone and will hiss at the friendly attempts at concern. Some might for this reason think he's a snob. But gain his trust and you'll have the sweet little friend. At least when he was young. As he's had to fend for himself the last couple of years he's grown tougher and learned to face problems. He likes to think he's shaken off that stuttering young kitten looking for approval - but deep down he's still there.
Faults: He can be too quick to jump to bad conclusions, and he's pretty much incapable of expressing feelings in words and yet gets upset when others don't understand him.
Describing word: Sensitive
History:
Chesney lived with the Jellicle tribe must of his life but had trouble fitting in there as he never got along with the other kittens, who would often bully him. So he would escape into his fantasy and dream of a time when he'd be able to leave the junkyard and see the world outside. Most of all he longed for a place he could only refer to as "Somewhere" as he didn't at the time understand exactly what he longed for, only that it was, well, somewhere out there.
One day after yet again being jumped by the bullies he decided that now was the time to get out, so he ran away from the Junkyard and for the next couple of years travelled around quite a bit, hitching rides with trains and even ships from place to place. But despite good times and memorable experiences something was missing: He still hadn't found Home, that one place where he felt he could settle down and be happy. To make a long story short the outside world hadn't lived up to his ideal picture, which left another chip in his sensitive soul. Not knowing what else to do he eventually returned to the Junkyard.
RP Sample:
Ches sighed to himself as his gaze fell upon the Junkyard. This old dump was a place he'd promised himself he wouldn't ever return to - and yet here he was. And the closer he got the more he could feel his limbs tremble with nerves. What if nothing had changed and he was only putting himself in the line of fire again?
Comments: Meow
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member
Family: He cut ties with them when he left. Should anyone wanna be family you're more than welcome to.
Appearance:
White fur peppered with black and reddish browns. On his right arm/front leg there's a black spot that sort of resembles a snowflake. I guess his most unusual feature would be his bangs, which are short on the right side but is gradually longer to more or less cover his left eye. Speaking of eyes, they are dark and framed by black markings. Will usually wear a bandana that he picked up on his journey around his neck.
Human Appearance: (Optional)
Personality: The main words to describe Ches would be 'introvert' and 'dreamer'. He almost always seem to have his head in the clouds and while he doesn't like being pressured into anything he expects full freedom to follow whatever impulse or fancy that strikes. His three favourite things in the world is the colour blue, the moon's reflection in water and art. Even better when all three are tied together.
Being an introvert he prefers his own company other that of others. It doesn't mean he hates being around them (except for the obvious exception of the bullies) - he just wants to be independant. But when he's really down he pulls away from everyone and will hiss at the friendly attempts at concern. Some might for this reason think he's a snob. But gain his trust and you'll have the sweet little friend. At least when he was young. As he's had to fend for himself the last couple of years he's grown tougher and learned to face problems. He likes to think he's shaken off that stuttering young kitten looking for approval - but deep down he's still there.
Faults: He can be too quick to jump to bad conclusions, and he's pretty much incapable of expressing feelings in words and yet gets upset when others don't understand him.
Describing word: Sensitive
History:
Chesney lived with the Jellicle tribe must of his life but had trouble fitting in there as he never got along with the other kittens, who would often bully him. So he would escape into his fantasy and dream of a time when he'd be able to leave the junkyard and see the world outside. Most of all he longed for a place he could only refer to as "Somewhere" as he didn't at the time understand exactly what he longed for, only that it was, well, somewhere out there.
One day after yet again being jumped by the bullies he decided that now was the time to get out, so he ran away from the Junkyard and for the next couple of years travelled around quite a bit, hitching rides with trains and even ships from place to place. But despite good times and memorable experiences something was missing: He still hadn't found Home, that one place where he felt he could settle down and be happy. To make a long story short the outside world hadn't lived up to his ideal picture, which left another chip in his sensitive soul. Not knowing what else to do he eventually returned to the Junkyard.
RP Sample:
Ches sighed to himself as his gaze fell upon the Junkyard. This old dump was a place he'd promised himself he wouldn't ever return to - and yet here he was. And the closer he got the more he could feel his limbs tremble with nerves. What if nothing had changed and he was only putting himself in the line of fire again?
Comments: Meow
