Post by Cayran on Apr 13, 2017 12:57:30 GMT -5
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Tribe: Hench
Tribe Position: Enforcer
Family: Tenazo (father), Adaleema (mother), Melinnas (uncle), OPEN
Appearance: Black cats are stereotypically considered “creepy”, and the suspicions that follow them can be unsettling, and Ripley’s markings do not help the black cats’ case. The base of Ripley’s coat is a deep, raven black, and his fur is short, giving him an overall glossy look. His face, which is a silvery white, is marked up much like a human skull. Bone like markings of a darker shade run down his neck and into his chest and down his right arm. This bone markings follow the corse of his spine as well and lead into his tail. Both of his eyes are gold in color, a number of prominent scars litter his body - most likely from fights (both past and present).
Lastly, it seems as if Ripley has embraced his inner freak, and he frequently wears a necklace made out of bird and mice bones. The necklace is layered, and grows longer with each loop.
Human Appearance: Dan Stevens
Personality: Ripley can tip-toe his way around most anyone, and can say whatever is needed in order to get himself out of a sticky situation, or pry valuable information out of oblivious acquaintances. He has a silver tongue and a sharp mind, and a thirst to succeed. Not to mention, he has a seemingly endless supply of patience. For those who know Ripley best, he is often considered sleazy, or better yet “shady” due to his quick escapes and his ability to sneak around dark corners. Not only that, but Ripley has a tendency to look at others in a way that can make the skin crawl and demeanors falter. It is the way in which his eyebrows crease and his eyes darken, and how his lips quirk in a sideways smirk that leaves many feeling unsettled. Not to mention, his overall appearance doesn’t help his case. He moves as if he is constantly waiting to strike, or as if he’s up to no good. He is a devious little bastard, and he takes pleasure in knowing that he has the ability to rattle nerves and leave others feeling perturbed.
As mentioned above, Ripley is patient. He is the sort that can stand in a long line without complaining, and can sit beside an overly obnoxious person for a long period of time without seeming annoyed. When he says “take all the time you need,” he means it. He is rarely in a hurry, and not much gets under his skin. In the same sense, he doesn’t get stressed. Ripley has a flippant view on life and moves at his own pace. There is no sense in getting worked up in his opinion. Everything has a way of working itself out in its own time. There is no sense in forcing anything or making a big deal out of something that won’t matter in the long run.
Although being rough around the edges (and apparently not the tom you’d introduce to your mother), Ripley has a soft spot for kittens. Whether it be due to the pre-mature death of his baby sister or the fact that kittens are absolutely charming, Ripley will go out of his way to look after them. He’ll gladly take them under his wing, play with them, and escort them where ever they need to go with all the airs of an over-protective new mother. He would never harm a child, and regardless of who he is or what he has done, Ripley’s walls completely crumble when in the presence of a kitten, no matter their age. If ever given the opportunity to father a kitten of his own, there is no doubt that the kit would be loved by him.
For being so social, Ripley is rather private. He does not like to reveal things about himself. He's extremely private, and always likes to leave people guessing. He’ll talk to you all right, heck, he’ll even tell you things about himself – things that may seem personal, but in most cases, anything “personal” he may tell you is most likely a lie. He doesn’t like anyone knowing the truth, even if the truth isn’t as bad as someone else’s truth. He is awfully good at keeping secrets, and unlike the reputation the Warehouse has gotten over the years, Ripley’s heart isn’t made of ice. He’ll talk to anyone no matter their tribal affiliation, but is just dishonest when it comes to him personally or the affairs of his tribe.
Faults: Despite being a patient tom, if upset, Ripley doesn't hold back. He’ll see red, and his temper with flare up without the slightest warning. Much like a brewing tornado, his temper will strike when the air around him seems peaceful and calm, and just as quickly as it came up, it’ll evaporate into thin air, leaving him with only a little bit of rubble and debris to dust off his shoulders. During these brief moments of fury, Ripley will say and do things he doesn’t necessarily mean, and worry about the consequences (if any) later. The scar on his right cheek was his punishment for snapping at his uncle, though he claims to hardly remember was set him off in the first place. Nevertheless, in the case that Lee’s temper does flare whilst in your presence, it is advisable to swiftly move out of his war path and keep your lips sealed. Otherwise, there is a good chance you’ll receive a pretty little scar yourself or an ear full of profanity.
His mother always told him he was reckless, and now, he is beginning to realize that her assumption of him was true. Ripley is very well aware that he lacks the ability to think before he acts, but honestly, he doesn’t care. What fun is it if one constantly lives in the shadows of “maybe I shouldn’t, I better not, and let me think about it...”? It isn’t. There is no fun in second guessing one’s decisions. Of course, he has regretted a few of his choices, especially those that end up in a bloody nose or fractured wrist, but hell, shit happens. At least he knows he’s alive. He’d much rather suffer a black eye then remain locked up in a room, afraid to venture out and make a name for himself. In his recklessness, he has discovered that he is a harmless flirt, a loud (obnoxious) drunk, a target for trouble, and a proper dare devil when the urge strikes.
Describing word: Unnerving
History: Ripley is the only born son of Tenazio, a white and silver tom from Spain, and Adaleema, the bold sister of Milennas, who at the time was a runner-up for the head-honcho position of a Spanish feline tribe called the Los Felicianos. His conception was a mistake, and nearly an utter heartbreak for his father, and despite his mother contemplating abortion, she decided against it at the very last minute and brought him into the world. His parents hadn’t wanted him because their relationship wasn’t looked upon favorably by Adaleema’s family. Although Milennas was next in line for the Los Feliciano “thrown”, Leema was still a qualified choice and showed much promise in helping to expand their empire. She was bold, hard headed, and wasn’t the sort of queen that would ever accept being told “no.” She was a perfect second choice, and valuable to the tribe itself.
This all went to shit the second she laid eyes on Tenazio. He was beautiful, and a tom unlike any she had met before. She knew from their very first meeting that she had to have him - that she was going to have him. Being a rather pretty queen herself with her sleek black fur and golden eyes, Tenazio found himself flattered by her attention. They courted one another in secret, never allowing their loved ones to know of the relationship blossoming between them, and Adaleema was so captivated by Tenazio that she had half a mind to leave her tribe for him.
For two seasons they snuck around, kissing behind closed doors, and finding dark corners for dark deeds. It was summer love, and they spent as much time as possible (without causing suspicion) with each other. However, come winter, their sneaking came to a screeching halt due to the drastic drop in temperature. Leema wasn’t a cat that developed a thick winter coat to help shield her from the elements, and so, she had to remain indoors for the majority of winter to keep herself healthy. This kept the two of them from seeing each other as frequently as they were used to seeing each other; however, at the first sign of spring, Adaleema went off to find him.
When Adaleema found him, Tenazio acted differently. He wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic to see her as she was him, and although she questioned him, he insisted that it was nothing and that he loved her all the same. Although slightly sceptic, Leema chose to believe him and not second guess the tom that she had grown to care for. She made love to him that night, and paid no mind to the fact that her gut told her that something was still off.
Within a few weeks time, Adaleema began feeling odd. Her body began to change, and she grew sluggish and tired - two sensations she rarely ever felt. Concerned for his daughter, Leema’s father insisted she visit the nursemaids. In doing so, it was then that Leema found out she was pregnant, and although shocked, she was happy. The shock of finding out kept her from thinking of the consequences she might have to face should she tell her family, and her first thought was to find Tenazio and tell him immediately.
Needless to say, the news didn’t sit well with her lover. Unlike Leema, Tenazio was devastated by the news, and he insisted that Adaleema have her nursemaids get rid of the kitten. With a broken heart, Leema wanted to know why - why he didn’t want their baby, and went off at him in a blast of hormonal fury. Feeling trapped, Tenazio finally gave in and told her the truth - the reason why he had been distant since the beginning of spring. He was courting another. The news hit Leema like a ton of bricks, and her world promptly shattered.
With a crushed heart, Adaleema left in a sobbing mess and went home, hiding herself away from her family. She was heartbroken to the point of wanting to rid herself of the kitten. She was furious over her romantic misfortune, and had come to the conclusion that if Tenazio didn’t want her, then she didn’t want his kitten. However, in her fleeting attempt to pursue abortion, Leema found that she couldn’t do it, and bore her skull faced son into the world weeks later.
Naturally, her family was not pleased when the truth unraveled, especially when Leema held out her bastard son to her father for inspection. Mating outside of the tribe wasn’t thought highly of, especially in the case of the leader’s daughter; however, what was done was done, and Leema had learned her lesson. Eventually Milenna’s took leadership when their father passed, and although he himself hadn’t been pleased with his sister’s current life choices, he assisted in helping her provide for her son, and once Ripley was old enough, Milennas had him train with his own sons.
Ripley’s gifts did not go unnoticed during his training sessions, and once he turned 13, Milennas ordered that he begin to apprentice the current spy. Said spy took Ripley everywhere. He took him all over the park, through every inch and crevice of the city’s back streets and alleys, etc. He showed him the best places to hide, and how to approach another cat of a different tribe without causing suspicion. Ripley learned fast, and he adapted well to his new found profession.
Sadly, at the age of 16, Ripley’s mother died during child birth. The nursemaids blamed Leema’s death on her age, for queens in their early forties rarely bore kittens, but Ripley was too confused and too angry to understand. His mother’s passing triggered the first real “snap”, and he ended up nearly destroying the room he was forced into when no one could calm him down. He was so angry and so heartbroken that when his baby sister (whom the nursemaids called Lucil) passed away hours later due to being born prematurely, Ripley didn’t care anymore.
All he saw was red. He viciously attacked the cat nearest to him, which happened to be the spy that trained him. Before he actually registered what he had done, the spy was dead, and he had the blood of a very important tribesman on his hands. In fear of what might happen to him, Ripley fled Spain, finally settling in England once his head had cleared.
Wandering the streets of London for days, Ripley ran across a feline boxing ring in the slums of London. He signed himself up to fight in hopes of winning a bit of money to purchase food. Easily knocking out his opponent, Ripley impressed a hench cat who had attended the fight. The hench approached him and asked him if he was affiliated with anyone, and if so, who. Ripley explained where he had come from and the fact that he couldn’t go back, and that he was currently without a home or tribe. The hench introduced him to the Warehouse and Macavity, which is where Ripley has resided ever since. Being a little rough around the edges himself, he has found the warehouse to be a perfect fit for him, and stays actively involved in the warehouse’s affairs.
RP Sample: To say that he had been surprised by her approach would have been an understatement. In all the time that he had known Valeska, it had been he who approached her, and he had done so carefully. The queen wasn’t one to be toyed with, which was what he liked about her. If anything, she did the toying, and he was surprised to not find a squirming runt of a tom or queen trailing behind her.
”Well, I hate to break it to you my darling, but most don’t find me amusing,” he said simply, chin cocked upwards to look at the towering queen from his spot against the concrete. ”If you haven’t noticed, I’m scary.” Ripley exaggerated with finger quotes. Once his hands fell back against his lap, Ripley smirked – the faint hint of sharp teeth emerging from thin lips.
”What do I owe the pleasure?” Ripley asked, patting the ground beside him. As much as he enjoying looking up at her – getting a nice view of her voluptuous breasts – he could only do so for a short amount of time. He didn’t want to get a crick in his neck.
”Are you here to inquire as to if the rumors are true, hmmm?” The black tom wet his lips as his eyebrows rose, eyeing her curiously. There had to be some reason for her visit. Granted, he wasn’t at all opposed to her company. In fact, he quite liked it, but she had rarely given him the time of day before. Her attention had always been elsewhere, and needless to say, he wasn’t at all a fan of her particular taste in significant others. Useless assassins and dead queens… She could do SO much better.
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