Post by Cayran on Feb 27, 2017 16:19:12 GMT -5
Age: Adult – 29 years old
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Etcetera (daughter – pending)
Appearance: Unlike the typical "matronly" movie-verse portrayal, Jelly is a buxom queen, nearly giving Bombalurina competition. She has a full chest and rump, and while she does have an hour-glass figure, Jelly has a little extra flab in her center. She isn't fat nor is she over-weight, she just isn't perfectly toned. She has a square jaw with defined cheek bones, full lips, and almond shaped eyes - all adding up to make her into a rather attractive queen. Jelly is a butter yellow, brown and white calico with greyish-blue eyes, and thick, medium length head fur. Much like her head fur, Jelly's tail is long and full, fluffing out more near the tip. She often wears a simple brown leather collar with a gold plated name-tag that her humans provided her with.
Personality: Jellylorum is a very proud and opinionated queen. Some would even consider her intimidating. She isn’t rude or brash, she just doesn’t let anyone misuse her or walk all over her. In other words, if something smart aleck is said to her, don’t expect her to sit back and take it. She’ll snap back quicker than you can snap your fingers. She is very self-protective and somewhat guarded, but she is not bashful or withdrawn. She is friendly to all, but she is very picky as to who she truly befriends.
Due to her past, Jellylorum is skeptical of toms. Not all toms, but toms she doesn’t know, or knows little about. She isn’t against new members joining the tribe, but until she grows comfortable with a new tom, she won’t hardly talk to them, nor will she let them get particularly close to her. She has been known to usher some of the younger queens away from a new face out of her own need to protect. Later, once she gets to know a new tom, she will apologize for her prior behavior, but she has to consider them “safe” before she gets too close.
Jelly isn’t a healer per say. She can’t diagnose your illness or set your bones; however, she can give you the medication you need in order to ease the pain or heal you of your infliction. She is sort of the jellicle pharmacist. She knows what herbs to mix, where to find them and how much to add. She knows the name of every plant, and through trial and error, she has figured out a solution for most all typical modern day ailments. In addition, Jelly tries all of her concoctions - more than once I might add. But a good pharmacist does, right? If she was honest with herself, she’d admit to having a bit of a “pill popping” problem, but to her, it isn’t a problem unless it damages her. So far, she has been lucky, but she doesn’t consider it luck. It is all about being good at what your do, and she is very confident when it comes to making her medicines.
Jelly is quiet in nature. She isn’t anti-social, but she generally isn’t the type to go out of her way to make your acquaintance you should the opportunity arise. She’s not shy by any means, she just values her personal time and space and would rather be an observer then ramble on about nothing in particular. Nevertheless, if you want her opinion, she’ll give it to you. If you bring up a topic she is familiar with, she’ll give her input. If you need a little company, then plop right down, she’ll listen. She’s just not boisterous or bold, nor does she put herself out there on display. She doesn’t need attention, and does not fight for it.
Faults: Jelly is an addict. It is no secret amongst the tribe that she samples her own concoctions; however, most don’t realize the extent of the sampling that she does. She has found that certain mixtures relax her and make her feel good, and while she’ll never admit that she had a problem, she craves said medication and frequently keeps a stash in her den. These medications are what she’d prescribe to someone healing from a broken bone or painful injury. They take the pain away for a short amount of time, making the patient comfortable. The pills and syrups relieve her stress and for a period of time she can forget the mess that was her past. Like most junkies, she uses it as an escape, an doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Jelly isn’t sentimental. She rarely feels pity. If she can get through being raped and having a kitten when she was just a kitten herself, you can get over whatever problem your going through. Granted, she will listen to you and offer her advice with a smile and shoulder for you to lean on, but if you don’t do anything to fix your problem and continuously mope around, she’ll refuse to listen to you any further. She hates pity-parties. She understands that everyone goes through tough times, but those who choose to do nothing to fix their problems and move on do not get her pity. Her love is tough love, and can often come off as cold-hearted.
Describing word: Addict.
History: Jellylorum doesn’t recall who her parents were, nor has that ever been an important aspect of her life. She was raised primarily by the Jellicle Tribe, viewing Gus as an uncle or father figure throughout her child hood. At an early age, Jelly was picked up by a young human who wanted the butter calico as “her kitten,” and once she was established in her human home, she ventured back and forth between her two residences.
Jelly developed physically early – earlier than most. At 13 years old, she had an hour glass figure and was built like a teen entering adulthood. While she was self-confident in her development, toms started to take notice of her. The attention wasn’t good. Whether or not he actually knew her age, a brown tabby tom by the name of Vickar took a specific and unhealthy interest in Jelly. He was a new member of the Jellicle tribe at the time, and no one knew much about him. At first, his conversations with Jelly were friendly enough, and in public, he would always stand a respectful distance away as to not alarm the “mother hens” that seemed to always keep a close watch on the kittens. Nevertheless, it was all for show.
One evening after agreeing to meet him past hours, Jelly snuck out of the kitten’s quarters and gullibly waited for him to show up and give her the “prize” he had told her he had for her. Though, his prize wasn’t what she had in mind. As soon as Vickar showed up, Jelly knew something wasn’t right. His demeanor was different, and his smile wasn’t friendly. She tried to flee but he was faster than her, and under the dark silence of the night, Vickar had his way with Jelly, leaving her laying in the dirt surrounded by her own blood and tears. Vickar fled the junkyard that night, and hasn’t been seen around it’s vicinity since.
Jellylorum wasn’t found until the next morning. One of the current protectors of the tribe found her on the eastern side of the junkyard and rushed her to the healers. Physically, it took Jelly two weeks to get back up on her feet, but mentally, she was nowhere close to being okay. She was skittish around older toms – ducking away from their touch and avoiding them all together, and she became even more reclusive a month later when she found out she was pregnant. It was apparent that a kitten her age shouldn’t be pregnant let alone expect a healthy kitten, and many of the healers implored her for her own safety to abort the kitten. Although Jelly did not want the kitten, she couldn’t bring herself to kill it. She knew that once it was born it would be a constant reminder of Vickar, so rather than aborting the kit, she agreed to give it to one of the older queens to raise.
A few months later, Jelly gave birth to an undersized carbon copy of herself. The birth wasn’t easy, and the healers questioned whether or not she’d live, but after many hours of labor, Jelly successfully gave birth. Not wanting to see the kitten, Jelly asked the healers to take her away and give her to her surrogate mother. Once healed, there was no avoiding her kitten. The junkyard was a close knit community, so it took no time in figuring out which kitten was hers, and who the surrogate was. She even learned the kitten’s name early on – Etcetera.
As years went by and Jelly grew to be an adult, she never told Etcetera the truth. It wasn’t fair for either of them, after all. Etcetera knew another queen to be her mother, and while Jelly had grown fond of Cettie, she never really felt like her mother. Besides, she didn’t want to cause the kitten any confusion or heart ache, and so, she has kept her relation to Etcetera a secret all these years. As a grown queen, Jelly is far less gullible than she was as a princess. Her heart hasn't turned cold to toms, but she is still extremely wary of new faces. She focuses primarily on her craft of mixing herbs, and doesn't go out of her way to befriend a new face.
RP Sample: Returning from her bi-weekly restock of herbs,Jelly decided that on such a beautiful day she should take the long way home. After the clouds and rain, the world was fresh. Even in the city, the dirt was washed away. It left a clearness of soul for which she had no translations but the breeze that flowed through her. She felt guided, perhaps led. Never had she any reason to enter the junkyard through back gate, but for some reason it seemed only appropriate on a day like this.
She understood when she rounded the corner that it was not the refreshment of the rain that drew her here, but something else.
This wasn't the first time strays had come seeking the aid of the Jellicles -- and it wouldn't be the first time she found one strung out on nip either. More rarely, thank God, they had turned up dead. Before she even spoke, she needed to be sure of that one thing. Jelly approached the thin tom and knelt down beside him, grabbing his wrist to check his pulse.
"Are you alive, kid?"