Post by eliaza on Feb 23, 2017 22:36:19 GMT -5
Name: Tumblebrutus
Gender: Tom
Age: Adolescent/Nearly Adult (about 16)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position:
Family:
Father: Tumblebrutus (see history)
Mother: Grizabella
Uncle: Grumbuskin (pending)
Brother: Pouncival (pending)
((open to anyone else who wants to be related))
Appearance:
Human Appearance:
Corey Cott
Personality: Still quite young and somewhat immature even for his age, Tumble gives off the appearance (and it's usually genuine) of a fun-loving and carefree kit. He enjoys goofing off, learning new acrobatic tricks for the Jellicle Ball (or to show off to friends on any ordinary day), and just having a general good time. He still very much enjoys normal kitten games (playfighting, tag, make-believe, etc.) and thinks kits his age who are getting "too old for such things," and just want to sit around and talk like grownups, are crazy.
He does have a sweet side when it comes to those he cares about, such as fellow Jellicles. If someone's having a bad day or any other sort of difficulty, he'll listen and try to help them as best he can. He never really knows how to help, though, and quickly becomes uncomfortable and awkward about it. His default solution is to try to make them "feel better" by talking about lighthearted things or making them laugh; rarely does he have the courage to actually try to deal with the crux of the problem. If there's ever any talk of serious trouble/danger around the 'yard, he'd make bold, heroic talk, but the moment an actual danger arrives, he'd be terrified and let the older cats handle it.
There is one thing he is always serious about, though, and that is his past. He has an obsession for learning about his past. All he really has is what his mother told him - which, he's since learned, was mostly or entirely untrue. Since some one or other of the older cats tends to scold him for going around trying to gain information from strangers, his default hobby is to pester Grumbuskin, the only Jellicle he knows who was also part of Growltiger's Raffish Crew. However, this is the one area in which he's quite reckless and would do anything to get the information he wants; as such, he has no qualms about sneaking out despite the adults' disapproval, to wander the streets at any opportunity.
Faults: He can be quite annoying. He does not know when to "let go" of something, nor when to stop asking questions. His love of play and fun is becoming somewhat problematic and obnoxious to others, since at his age it's high time he "grew up", at least in some capacity. Truth be told, his immaturity is partly due to the fact that he throws all semblance of seriousness he possesses into investigating his family and his past. There is still much pent-up anger and hurt that he hasn't dealt with, or rather his version of "dealing with it" is just to have fun and ignore it. This imbalanced state of things means he does not lend himself to being a very useful member of the tribe.
Describing word: Persistent
History: Tumblebrutus is named after his father, Tumblebrutus Sr., who was bosun to the infamous Bravo Cat Growltiger until Growltiger (supposedly) met his doom. On one of the crew's shore leaves, Tumble Sr. met a Jellicle queen called Grizabella. They only spoke briefly, but she made an impression on him and he was quite handsome and could be most charming and winning when he so chose, despite his rough life. The two began to meet up every time the crew happened to be in the city. Eventually they became mates, though for Grizabella it was a commitment, whereas for Tumble it was more of a fling to be abandoned whenever he tired of it. Conveniently, he decided to tire of it when Grizabella told him she was expecting kittens. He didn't actually say he'd not be back, but he stayed away for a long time after that - even when the crew paid a visit to the city, he stayed aboard or moved about very cautiously, avoiding her at all costs.
So, the first bit of Tumble's kittenhood was spent only with his mother and younger brother, and occasional visits to the Junkyard - occasional, because Grizabella rather dreaded possible questions as to the identity and whereabouts of the kits' father. Her pride wouldn't let her admit she'd been abandoned. As soon as they were old enough to understand such things, Grizabella told the kits that their father was dead, but that he'd been the best, most courageous tom to ever exist. In truth, Griz knew next to nothing about her former mate's life, except a vague idea that he worked on a boat. However, she opted to ignore this and would always be telling little Tumble stories of some brave deed or other that his father had done, which Tumble ate up, relished, and begged for more.
As he grew older, Tumble grew more restless. His mother grew strangely distant and tended to disappear for hours together, sometimes to find food, but more often just to get away. She didn't quite know what to do with kits all the time, was afraid to let them wander on their own, but didn't like to ask the Jellicles for help either. So, Tumble would sit at home with little activity to pass the time, vaguely expected to watch over his brother while having not a clue what their mother was up to or when she would return. At last, he could stand this no longer and made up his mind that he and his brother would go pay the Junkyard a visit on their own, whether Grizabella approved or no. Enticing his brother with the prospect of other kittens to play with, Tumble went and spent the day at the 'yard. When they returned home it was nearly dark and their mother had got there before them. Tumble dreaded the scolding that was sure to follow, but she only said mildly, "You should have told me where you were," and said no more about it, not even forbidding them to go to the 'yard on their own again. Realising Grizabella either didn't care or hadn't the energy to insist on her kits' doing or not-doing anything, Tumble and his brother made the Junkyard visits an almost daily activity. On other days, and as they grew bolder, they began wandering about the city as well.
On one occasion, Tumble struck out on his own and accidentally landed himself an 'unofficial' human family. He foolishly went too near a human's home, looking to dig scraps out of the waste bin for himself and his brother. A human kitten, playing in the garden, happened to spot him and caught him offguard. Next he knew, Tumble was being carried inside, the human kit chattering about his "new kitty," and a collar being buckled around his neck. Tumble panicked, fearing he'd be prisoner forever. Fortunately for him, the kit had left the door open and its parents were not in agreement about the "new kitty." Whilst the family argued, Tumble ran for it. He thought of throwing the collar away, but decided to keep it, as it might come in handy sometime. After that, though, he made sure to take his brother along on his city wanderings and steer clear of small humans.
On one of their ramblings, the two kits came upon a few adult cats sharing some slabs of meat. Tumble found this prospect irresistible, as his family were more accustomed to scraps, rarely anything so fresh. Approaching the adults, Tumble boldly asked for a share of the meat. In good spirits at the time, the cats were more amused than annoyed, and gave the two kits some of their food. Unused to such good meat, Tumble and his brother ate quite enthusiastically, the adults looking on at this unexpected entertainment. One tom in particular watched them with interest, and another cat elbowed him, remarking, "Now those young'ins knows how to enjoy a good meal, eh, Tumble?"
The young Tumble's ears pricked up at that, and looking up he exclaimed without thinking, "Would that be short for Tumblebrutus?"
"Who wants to know?" the tom responded evasively. Tumble persisted in questioning him, the others listening and laughing, until finally the tom exclaimed, "Look here, you've 'ad yer meat, now shove off, the pair of ye!"
He looked so menacing that Tumble took the cue and headed for home, pulling his brother along behind him. But the tom's behavior had in Tumble's mind confirmed his suspicions. The moment Grizabella came home that evening, Tumble accosted her with questions, and, when she didn't answer the questions satisfactorily, accusations. They got into quite a shouting row that lasted hours, followed by a stony silence. Everything changed after that. Tumble's relationship with his mother, which had already been cool and distant for some time, now grew practically non-existent. Rather than try to repair the relationship, Grizabella panicked, realizing for the first time that it took actual work to stay on good terms with one's family. Feeling she'd already lost Tumble, she showered all her affection on her younger kit.
After some weeks of this, Tumble announced that he was moving into the Junkyard permanently - the first he'd really spoken directly to his mother since their fight. He didn't ask his brother to come, hating to make him feel caught in the middle, but before too long his brother followed. Tumble never asked what had happened between the younger tom and Grizabella. The next (and last) time he saw her was the night of the Ball, when he repeatedly shunned her along with most of the others, until at last she won their pity and was chosen to ascend to the Heaviside Layer. At least, that was how it appeared to Tumble. Secretly, he thinks Old Deuteronomy made a poor decision. What did Grizabella have to be so woeful over, really? If she did have troubles, they were due to her own poor decisions. That was what Tumble told himself, and still tells himself, when it comes to mind. But deep down, he feels guilty for never really having made it up with his mother.
He scarcely thinks about that, though, as most of his energy is thrown into either playing or contriving ways to meet up with his father (for he's convinced that's who that tom was, though he's yet to meet him again and has no proof). So far all he's found out is that there was indeed a Tumblebrutus among Growltiger's crew. However, most everything else about it is a mystery to him. He's determined to one day find out everything.
RP Sample:
Tumblebrutus slunk out the junkyard's front gates, careful to duck behind a wall in time to remain undetected by the Protector on duty. Once the other feline's gaze was directed elsewhere, Tumble ran for it. Once out of sight of the 'yard, he gave a slight whoop, danced a little jig, and even threw in a "dab" for good measure. "Suc-CESS," he chanted proudly to himself. Having just endured a lecture from Jellylorum on the dangers of wandering alone and leaving the 'yard "without AT LEAST telling us where you're going!", he'd of course made a beeline for the gates as soon as she had done talking. "If folk would be more willing to open up and answer questions, I wouldn't have to go looking for strangers," he muttered to himself. "And what d'they think I am, after all, some sort of babbykit who can't take care of myself?" Even as he spoke in protest against being thought of as a kitten, he was weaving around the sidewalk, jumping up onto random rails, and just generally not minding either where he was going or who he might bump into. He'd already been out once this morning. Having no successful conversations had rather exhausted his motivation for the day. This second excursion was more to annoy Jelly than anything.
Comments: The Grumbuskin relation has been approved. ^^ The Growltiger mentions are [Pending] and subject to approval should anyone decide to apply for Growltiger. I tried to keep it somewhat vague/only pertaining to things specifically stated in the poem. Same with Pouncival - the "younger brother" can be someone else/made-up/dead/etc. if someone applies for Pounce and doesn't want to be Tumble's brother.
Gender: Tom
Age: Adolescent/Nearly Adult (about 16)
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position:
Family:
Father: Tumblebrutus (see history)
Mother: Grizabella
Uncle: Grumbuskin (pending)
Brother: Pouncival (pending)
((open to anyone else who wants to be related))
Appearance:
Human Appearance:
Corey Cott
Personality: Still quite young and somewhat immature even for his age, Tumble gives off the appearance (and it's usually genuine) of a fun-loving and carefree kit. He enjoys goofing off, learning new acrobatic tricks for the Jellicle Ball (or to show off to friends on any ordinary day), and just having a general good time. He still very much enjoys normal kitten games (playfighting, tag, make-believe, etc.) and thinks kits his age who are getting "too old for such things," and just want to sit around and talk like grownups, are crazy.
He does have a sweet side when it comes to those he cares about, such as fellow Jellicles. If someone's having a bad day or any other sort of difficulty, he'll listen and try to help them as best he can. He never really knows how to help, though, and quickly becomes uncomfortable and awkward about it. His default solution is to try to make them "feel better" by talking about lighthearted things or making them laugh; rarely does he have the courage to actually try to deal with the crux of the problem. If there's ever any talk of serious trouble/danger around the 'yard, he'd make bold, heroic talk, but the moment an actual danger arrives, he'd be terrified and let the older cats handle it.
There is one thing he is always serious about, though, and that is his past. He has an obsession for learning about his past. All he really has is what his mother told him - which, he's since learned, was mostly or entirely untrue. Since some one or other of the older cats tends to scold him for going around trying to gain information from strangers, his default hobby is to pester Grumbuskin, the only Jellicle he knows who was also part of Growltiger's Raffish Crew. However, this is the one area in which he's quite reckless and would do anything to get the information he wants; as such, he has no qualms about sneaking out despite the adults' disapproval, to wander the streets at any opportunity.
Faults: He can be quite annoying. He does not know when to "let go" of something, nor when to stop asking questions. His love of play and fun is becoming somewhat problematic and obnoxious to others, since at his age it's high time he "grew up", at least in some capacity. Truth be told, his immaturity is partly due to the fact that he throws all semblance of seriousness he possesses into investigating his family and his past. There is still much pent-up anger and hurt that he hasn't dealt with, or rather his version of "dealing with it" is just to have fun and ignore it. This imbalanced state of things means he does not lend himself to being a very useful member of the tribe.
Describing word: Persistent
History: Tumblebrutus is named after his father, Tumblebrutus Sr., who was bosun to the infamous Bravo Cat Growltiger until Growltiger (supposedly) met his doom. On one of the crew's shore leaves, Tumble Sr. met a Jellicle queen called Grizabella. They only spoke briefly, but she made an impression on him and he was quite handsome and could be most charming and winning when he so chose, despite his rough life. The two began to meet up every time the crew happened to be in the city. Eventually they became mates, though for Grizabella it was a commitment, whereas for Tumble it was more of a fling to be abandoned whenever he tired of it. Conveniently, he decided to tire of it when Grizabella told him she was expecting kittens. He didn't actually say he'd not be back, but he stayed away for a long time after that - even when the crew paid a visit to the city, he stayed aboard or moved about very cautiously, avoiding her at all costs.
So, the first bit of Tumble's kittenhood was spent only with his mother and younger brother, and occasional visits to the Junkyard - occasional, because Grizabella rather dreaded possible questions as to the identity and whereabouts of the kits' father. Her pride wouldn't let her admit she'd been abandoned. As soon as they were old enough to understand such things, Grizabella told the kits that their father was dead, but that he'd been the best, most courageous tom to ever exist. In truth, Griz knew next to nothing about her former mate's life, except a vague idea that he worked on a boat. However, she opted to ignore this and would always be telling little Tumble stories of some brave deed or other that his father had done, which Tumble ate up, relished, and begged for more.
As he grew older, Tumble grew more restless. His mother grew strangely distant and tended to disappear for hours together, sometimes to find food, but more often just to get away. She didn't quite know what to do with kits all the time, was afraid to let them wander on their own, but didn't like to ask the Jellicles for help either. So, Tumble would sit at home with little activity to pass the time, vaguely expected to watch over his brother while having not a clue what their mother was up to or when she would return. At last, he could stand this no longer and made up his mind that he and his brother would go pay the Junkyard a visit on their own, whether Grizabella approved or no. Enticing his brother with the prospect of other kittens to play with, Tumble went and spent the day at the 'yard. When they returned home it was nearly dark and their mother had got there before them. Tumble dreaded the scolding that was sure to follow, but she only said mildly, "You should have told me where you were," and said no more about it, not even forbidding them to go to the 'yard on their own again. Realising Grizabella either didn't care or hadn't the energy to insist on her kits' doing or not-doing anything, Tumble and his brother made the Junkyard visits an almost daily activity. On other days, and as they grew bolder, they began wandering about the city as well.
On one occasion, Tumble struck out on his own and accidentally landed himself an 'unofficial' human family. He foolishly went too near a human's home, looking to dig scraps out of the waste bin for himself and his brother. A human kitten, playing in the garden, happened to spot him and caught him offguard. Next he knew, Tumble was being carried inside, the human kit chattering about his "new kitty," and a collar being buckled around his neck. Tumble panicked, fearing he'd be prisoner forever. Fortunately for him, the kit had left the door open and its parents were not in agreement about the "new kitty." Whilst the family argued, Tumble ran for it. He thought of throwing the collar away, but decided to keep it, as it might come in handy sometime. After that, though, he made sure to take his brother along on his city wanderings and steer clear of small humans.
On one of their ramblings, the two kits came upon a few adult cats sharing some slabs of meat. Tumble found this prospect irresistible, as his family were more accustomed to scraps, rarely anything so fresh. Approaching the adults, Tumble boldly asked for a share of the meat. In good spirits at the time, the cats were more amused than annoyed, and gave the two kits some of their food. Unused to such good meat, Tumble and his brother ate quite enthusiastically, the adults looking on at this unexpected entertainment. One tom in particular watched them with interest, and another cat elbowed him, remarking, "Now those young'ins knows how to enjoy a good meal, eh, Tumble?"
The young Tumble's ears pricked up at that, and looking up he exclaimed without thinking, "Would that be short for Tumblebrutus?"
"Who wants to know?" the tom responded evasively. Tumble persisted in questioning him, the others listening and laughing, until finally the tom exclaimed, "Look here, you've 'ad yer meat, now shove off, the pair of ye!"
He looked so menacing that Tumble took the cue and headed for home, pulling his brother along behind him. But the tom's behavior had in Tumble's mind confirmed his suspicions. The moment Grizabella came home that evening, Tumble accosted her with questions, and, when she didn't answer the questions satisfactorily, accusations. They got into quite a shouting row that lasted hours, followed by a stony silence. Everything changed after that. Tumble's relationship with his mother, which had already been cool and distant for some time, now grew practically non-existent. Rather than try to repair the relationship, Grizabella panicked, realizing for the first time that it took actual work to stay on good terms with one's family. Feeling she'd already lost Tumble, she showered all her affection on her younger kit.
After some weeks of this, Tumble announced that he was moving into the Junkyard permanently - the first he'd really spoken directly to his mother since their fight. He didn't ask his brother to come, hating to make him feel caught in the middle, but before too long his brother followed. Tumble never asked what had happened between the younger tom and Grizabella. The next (and last) time he saw her was the night of the Ball, when he repeatedly shunned her along with most of the others, until at last she won their pity and was chosen to ascend to the Heaviside Layer. At least, that was how it appeared to Tumble. Secretly, he thinks Old Deuteronomy made a poor decision. What did Grizabella have to be so woeful over, really? If she did have troubles, they were due to her own poor decisions. That was what Tumble told himself, and still tells himself, when it comes to mind. But deep down, he feels guilty for never really having made it up with his mother.
He scarcely thinks about that, though, as most of his energy is thrown into either playing or contriving ways to meet up with his father (for he's convinced that's who that tom was, though he's yet to meet him again and has no proof). So far all he's found out is that there was indeed a Tumblebrutus among Growltiger's crew. However, most everything else about it is a mystery to him. He's determined to one day find out everything.
RP Sample:
Tumblebrutus slunk out the junkyard's front gates, careful to duck behind a wall in time to remain undetected by the Protector on duty. Once the other feline's gaze was directed elsewhere, Tumble ran for it. Once out of sight of the 'yard, he gave a slight whoop, danced a little jig, and even threw in a "dab" for good measure. "Suc-CESS," he chanted proudly to himself. Having just endured a lecture from Jellylorum on the dangers of wandering alone and leaving the 'yard "without AT LEAST telling us where you're going!", he'd of course made a beeline for the gates as soon as she had done talking. "If folk would be more willing to open up and answer questions, I wouldn't have to go looking for strangers," he muttered to himself. "And what d'they think I am, after all, some sort of babbykit who can't take care of myself?" Even as he spoke in protest against being thought of as a kitten, he was weaving around the sidewalk, jumping up onto random rails, and just generally not minding either where he was going or who he might bump into. He'd already been out once this morning. Having no successful conversations had rather exhausted his motivation for the day. This second excursion was more to annoy Jelly than anything.
Comments: The Grumbuskin relation has been approved. ^^ The Growltiger mentions are [Pending] and subject to approval should anyone decide to apply for Growltiger. I tried to keep it somewhat vague/only pertaining to things specifically stated in the poem. Same with Pouncival - the "younger brother" can be someone else/made-up/dead/etc. if someone applies for Pounce and doesn't want to be Tumble's brother.