Post by Cayran on Apr 24, 2017 12:36:13 GMT -5
Name: Victoria
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Uncle – Bustopher Jones (pending), Alonzo- Older Brother, Mistoffelees – litter mate/twin, Fangorn – half brother
Appearance: Victoria is solid white. She has very faint golden cross hatching on her thighs and shoulders, though they are unnoticeable unless in the right light. Her eyes are a deep emerald green, and she typically wears a pink leather collar adorned with small rhine stones. Victoria is a delicate queen. She is slinder with hardly any curves, a heart shaped face, pointed nose, and pouty lips. While she isn’t a curvaceous queen, Victoria is beautiful in the same way that a porcelain sculpture is.
Human Appearance: Chloe Grace Moretz
Personality: Having been raised in “high society”, Victoria has extremely high standards. She is not the type to be satisfied by catching and eating mice, nor rummaging around garbage cans for her next meal. A simple card board box just simply won’t do, and must have the best possible lodging available. She will not partake in mud fights. Keeping white fur clean is hard enough as it is, and she does not need anyone slinging dirt at her to make her job any harder. Such standards make it difficult for her to relate to the strays that reside in the junkyard, and for that, most find her to be somewhat pretentious. In her defense, Victoria cannot help the manner in which she was raised. She simply cannot bring herself to act like your everyday street rat when she is anything but.
In addition, Victoria holds the same standard when it comes to toms. She wants to be treated well, and to be the sole sparkle in her future mate’s eye. That is why she could care less about gaining the attention from the Rum Tum Tugger. When she was younger, she was naturally attracted to him and enjoyed the winks she received from him, but now that she is older, and mating is an actual option, she doesn’t care to be some “fling” or one night stand. She deserves better…far better. The other queens can vie for his attention, but she isn’t wasting her time.
In the same regard, Victoria has become quite flirtatious – not to the extent of Bombalurina’s behavior, but she desires attention; male attention. Deep down she knows her flirtatious behavior is result of her rebelliousness against her uncle’s wishes for her to mate to a tom of his choosing, but she is still in the stages of exploring herself, and will not bend. Her winks and smiles are subtle and only noticeable by the tom in which she shows interest in, and she is prone to give more time to those that compliment her and make her feel superior. Though, she has an undeniable taste for bad boys...
There is something about authority that entices Victoria. It could be either the respect that comes with it...or the fear. Whichever it is, Victoria wants it. More so, she wants to be affiliated with someone with a position of power. She wants to be the trophy, or arm candy (so to speak). She thinks that if she was ever brought into a position of power through any relationship, she’d be able to do some good – it isn’t all about looks. She has good intentions, she is just vain.
Despite her somewhat vain behavior, Victoria isn’t above being nice. In fact, she is extremely kind and sociable. She isn’t the type to be overly rude, or express dislike for another without having a reason. Contrary to beliefs, Victoria is extremely accepting. She will be kind and gracious towards you, if you treat her the same way. With regard to close friends, Victoria likes to lavish them with gifts. Most of them did not have the same upbringing as she, and she simply wants to give them a taste of what they could have, (and in her opinion) deserve. She is extremely loyal to those she is close too; however, being still young, she has an open ear for gossip and most definitely enjoys to participate.
Faults: Victoria is vain. If she had a cell phone, she snap a selfie of herself every day. She is very proud of the way she looks, and is extremely confident. She finds herself to be superior to most, and while she may never tell you to your face that she thinks she is prettier than you, you best believe she is thinking it. Of course, she does find other queens to be pretty and will compliment them; however, she can be petty and extremely jealous of any queen she thinks could be competition. Take Bombalurina for example. Bomba isn’t “first class” pretty, but she has curves that attract toms. Because Bomba flaunts herself and is just as confident as Victoria, Victoria doesn’t care anything for her. She’s competition, and Victoria turns her nose up at competition.
As a young adult, Victoria has become secretly rebellious. Secretly in the sense that most jellicles don't know this side of her. She has a taste for toms she can’t have, and doing things a “good girl” shouldn’t. She frequents the slums for excitement, and isn’t afraid of the trash that lurks there. If human, she’d be the rich, pretty girl that hops on the back of some boy’s motorcycle to simply piss of her parents. Except, her parents are dead, so the only soul she can really piss off is her uncle. If her brothers knew what she was up too, they’d probably scold her as well. Eventually, she’ll probably whined up in a mess of trouble, but it is the excitement of avoiding it and getting away with her actions that thrill her. Lets hope it is just a stage that will pass, but for now, she isn't a model citizen.
Describing word: Princess.
History: Victoria is the youngest of her siblings. She is technically the twin of Mistoffelees, and was born only minutes after him. Victoria hardly remembers her father – only bits and pieces – but from what she knows, he was a hench, or at least affiliated with Macavity’s gang. Her mother on the other hand was the sister of Bustopher Jones, and was raised in high society. She has no clue how her parent’s met, but apparently her father wasn’t a typical hench. At least, that is what she has been told.
At an extremely young age, rumors filtered through the warehouse of her father’s mating with her mother, and in order to keep his mate and kittens safe, Victoria’s father left their family. He told her mother that it was for the best, and that if the wrong hench cats caught wind of their mateship, they’d undoubtably be in danger. That was the last Victoria or her siblings saw of their father until a few months later when he came barreling into their home both begging and demanding their mother to take the kittens and leave. Before her mother could get an explanation from her father, three large hench toms charged into their home without a second warning, causing utter havoc.
Victoria’s father was no match for the three, and while he put up the best fight that he could, he was killed while trying to defend his mate and his kittens from the toms. In a sorrowful rage at watching her mate die, her mother lunged at the toms, doing her absolute best to keep them at bay. Victoria’s mother knew what would happen if her kittens were taken - one, they’d be killed, or two, they’d be taken to the warehouse and would be deprived of the life their father had desperately wanted for them - a life of freedom and happiness. Once taken, they’d be given no other choice but to serve the tom he had grown to loath. Macavity. It wasn’t the life she thought her kittens deserved.
Victoria doesn’t remember many details of her mother’s death. She remembers feeling afraid and clinging to her older brother, Alonzo as he tried to shield her and Mistoffelees from the attacking toms. She remembers hearing Alonzo shout for Mistoffelees and a blinding white light, and then being forced out of the den by Alonzo. The walk to her uncle’s house was blurry. She remembers Alonzo hold her hand and half-dragging her twin, and her crying all the while, but more important details were either unacknowledged by her, or she had forgotten them over time. It was a traumatic event – something any kitten would try to erase from their memory.
Thankfully, their uncle took them in and raised her and her brothers from that point forward. To say that Bustopher doted on Victoria is an understatement. Victoria reminded him of his sister, and he wanted her to have the best of everything. Of course Bustopher loved Alonzo and Mistoffelees as well, Victoria felt as if she was treated differently – as if she was some prized possession of his. Of course she enjoyed the attention, but now that she has grown, she is finding his protectiveness of her to be stifling and over bearing. She enjoys the perks of living with her uncle, but desires her freedom, hence her rebellious nature. She loves her uncle, and appreciates all he has done for her, but she is starting to resent him.
When her brother’s left to reside in the junkyard, Victoria stayed with Bustopher Jones. She has a temporary residence in the junkyard, but prefers the lavish arrangements of his uptown condo.
In addition, she supposedly has a half-brother named Fangorn. She does not know that he is her brother, and is unaware of his existence.
RP Sample: Victoria had briefly contemplated trying to hunt down Jemima after her sudden exit from their little run in with Gus and Jelly; however, the lure of food and good gossip appeased her more. The only place where she could find decent gossip and tasty ethnic food happened to be the very place her uncle disproved of. In fact, most with a decent head screwed on their shoulders disproved of the slums. Victoria liked to think she fit into that category, but she was far too attracted to the "unsettling" to keep away. She’d keep touching the fire until she got burned…
Inwardly, Victoria couldn’t help but be a little bit nervous about walking around the slums on her own. Outwardly, she looked as poised as ever, but she had hoped Demeter or someone would have come with her. Two was always better than one, after all.
She ignored the casual whistle or attempt to get her attention as she meandered about, slipping inside a bar as soon as she found one that looked and smelled appeasing. She swore she had been there before, but honestly, she couldn’t be certain. All of these places looked the same…dark, rustic, hole in the walls. All the same.
Closing the door quietly behind her, the white queen walked in and sat down elegantly at the bar, tapping the top to grab the barista’s attention. ”White Russian, please. Extra Kahlua. Small salmon if you have it, chicken if not. ” She smiled as the barista nodded, and the barista soon brought back the creamy drink with a small plate of chicken. The establishment obviously wasn’t the sort to carry high dollar items.
Victoria nibbled at the less than satisfactory plate of chicken before her and sipped her drink, only to be interrupted when an orange tabby tom sat down beside her, fully turning his stool to face her with a look.
”How much for the evening, princess?” He asked, rubbing a hand across one of Victoria’s crossed knees. Nearly choking on her drink, a dainty white hand rose to wipe the small sliver of liquor that pushed past her lips. Her green eyes cut towards the tom, entirely not interested. With a smirk, she pushed his hand away and shifted towards the other side of her seat.
”I’m not that kind of lady, besides, even if I was, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” She remained calm and collected, though her tone was sharp, hinting her desire for him to leave. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but surely this tom wasn’t stupid enough to cause a scene in a public area. Even if it was the slums, such interactions usually took place in the alleys or behind buildings
.
”Awe, come on darling, I’m lonely, you look dissatisfied, so let me add a little color to those pearly white cheeks, baby.”
Rolling her eyes, Vicki looked away and motioned for the barista to bring her another drink. ”You wouldn’t come close to satisfying me…” Thick, orange fingers curled around her arm tightly as the tom scooted his stool closer, hot breath fluttering the fur against her neck.
”Wanna bet…?”
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Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: Jellicle
Tribe Position: Member
Family: Uncle – Bustopher Jones (pending), Alonzo- Older Brother, Mistoffelees – litter mate/twin, Fangorn – half brother
Appearance: Victoria is solid white. She has very faint golden cross hatching on her thighs and shoulders, though they are unnoticeable unless in the right light. Her eyes are a deep emerald green, and she typically wears a pink leather collar adorned with small rhine stones. Victoria is a delicate queen. She is slinder with hardly any curves, a heart shaped face, pointed nose, and pouty lips. While she isn’t a curvaceous queen, Victoria is beautiful in the same way that a porcelain sculpture is.
Human Appearance: Chloe Grace Moretz
Personality: Having been raised in “high society”, Victoria has extremely high standards. She is not the type to be satisfied by catching and eating mice, nor rummaging around garbage cans for her next meal. A simple card board box just simply won’t do, and must have the best possible lodging available. She will not partake in mud fights. Keeping white fur clean is hard enough as it is, and she does not need anyone slinging dirt at her to make her job any harder. Such standards make it difficult for her to relate to the strays that reside in the junkyard, and for that, most find her to be somewhat pretentious. In her defense, Victoria cannot help the manner in which she was raised. She simply cannot bring herself to act like your everyday street rat when she is anything but.
In addition, Victoria holds the same standard when it comes to toms. She wants to be treated well, and to be the sole sparkle in her future mate’s eye. That is why she could care less about gaining the attention from the Rum Tum Tugger. When she was younger, she was naturally attracted to him and enjoyed the winks she received from him, but now that she is older, and mating is an actual option, she doesn’t care to be some “fling” or one night stand. She deserves better…far better. The other queens can vie for his attention, but she isn’t wasting her time.
In the same regard, Victoria has become quite flirtatious – not to the extent of Bombalurina’s behavior, but she desires attention; male attention. Deep down she knows her flirtatious behavior is result of her rebelliousness against her uncle’s wishes for her to mate to a tom of his choosing, but she is still in the stages of exploring herself, and will not bend. Her winks and smiles are subtle and only noticeable by the tom in which she shows interest in, and she is prone to give more time to those that compliment her and make her feel superior. Though, she has an undeniable taste for bad boys...
There is something about authority that entices Victoria. It could be either the respect that comes with it...or the fear. Whichever it is, Victoria wants it. More so, she wants to be affiliated with someone with a position of power. She wants to be the trophy, or arm candy (so to speak). She thinks that if she was ever brought into a position of power through any relationship, she’d be able to do some good – it isn’t all about looks. She has good intentions, she is just vain.
Despite her somewhat vain behavior, Victoria isn’t above being nice. In fact, she is extremely kind and sociable. She isn’t the type to be overly rude, or express dislike for another without having a reason. Contrary to beliefs, Victoria is extremely accepting. She will be kind and gracious towards you, if you treat her the same way. With regard to close friends, Victoria likes to lavish them with gifts. Most of them did not have the same upbringing as she, and she simply wants to give them a taste of what they could have, (and in her opinion) deserve. She is extremely loyal to those she is close too; however, being still young, she has an open ear for gossip and most definitely enjoys to participate.
Faults: Victoria is vain. If she had a cell phone, she snap a selfie of herself every day. She is very proud of the way she looks, and is extremely confident. She finds herself to be superior to most, and while she may never tell you to your face that she thinks she is prettier than you, you best believe she is thinking it. Of course, she does find other queens to be pretty and will compliment them; however, she can be petty and extremely jealous of any queen she thinks could be competition. Take Bombalurina for example. Bomba isn’t “first class” pretty, but she has curves that attract toms. Because Bomba flaunts herself and is just as confident as Victoria, Victoria doesn’t care anything for her. She’s competition, and Victoria turns her nose up at competition.
As a young adult, Victoria has become secretly rebellious. Secretly in the sense that most jellicles don't know this side of her. She has a taste for toms she can’t have, and doing things a “good girl” shouldn’t. She frequents the slums for excitement, and isn’t afraid of the trash that lurks there. If human, she’d be the rich, pretty girl that hops on the back of some boy’s motorcycle to simply piss of her parents. Except, her parents are dead, so the only soul she can really piss off is her uncle. If her brothers knew what she was up too, they’d probably scold her as well. Eventually, she’ll probably whined up in a mess of trouble, but it is the excitement of avoiding it and getting away with her actions that thrill her. Lets hope it is just a stage that will pass, but for now, she isn't a model citizen.
Describing word: Princess.
History: Victoria is the youngest of her siblings. She is technically the twin of Mistoffelees, and was born only minutes after him. Victoria hardly remembers her father – only bits and pieces – but from what she knows, he was a hench, or at least affiliated with Macavity’s gang. Her mother on the other hand was the sister of Bustopher Jones, and was raised in high society. She has no clue how her parent’s met, but apparently her father wasn’t a typical hench. At least, that is what she has been told.
At an extremely young age, rumors filtered through the warehouse of her father’s mating with her mother, and in order to keep his mate and kittens safe, Victoria’s father left their family. He told her mother that it was for the best, and that if the wrong hench cats caught wind of their mateship, they’d undoubtably be in danger. That was the last Victoria or her siblings saw of their father until a few months later when he came barreling into their home both begging and demanding their mother to take the kittens and leave. Before her mother could get an explanation from her father, three large hench toms charged into their home without a second warning, causing utter havoc.
Victoria’s father was no match for the three, and while he put up the best fight that he could, he was killed while trying to defend his mate and his kittens from the toms. In a sorrowful rage at watching her mate die, her mother lunged at the toms, doing her absolute best to keep them at bay. Victoria’s mother knew what would happen if her kittens were taken - one, they’d be killed, or two, they’d be taken to the warehouse and would be deprived of the life their father had desperately wanted for them - a life of freedom and happiness. Once taken, they’d be given no other choice but to serve the tom he had grown to loath. Macavity. It wasn’t the life she thought her kittens deserved.
Victoria doesn’t remember many details of her mother’s death. She remembers feeling afraid and clinging to her older brother, Alonzo as he tried to shield her and Mistoffelees from the attacking toms. She remembers hearing Alonzo shout for Mistoffelees and a blinding white light, and then being forced out of the den by Alonzo. The walk to her uncle’s house was blurry. She remembers Alonzo hold her hand and half-dragging her twin, and her crying all the while, but more important details were either unacknowledged by her, or she had forgotten them over time. It was a traumatic event – something any kitten would try to erase from their memory.
Thankfully, their uncle took them in and raised her and her brothers from that point forward. To say that Bustopher doted on Victoria is an understatement. Victoria reminded him of his sister, and he wanted her to have the best of everything. Of course Bustopher loved Alonzo and Mistoffelees as well, Victoria felt as if she was treated differently – as if she was some prized possession of his. Of course she enjoyed the attention, but now that she has grown, she is finding his protectiveness of her to be stifling and over bearing. She enjoys the perks of living with her uncle, but desires her freedom, hence her rebellious nature. She loves her uncle, and appreciates all he has done for her, but she is starting to resent him.
When her brother’s left to reside in the junkyard, Victoria stayed with Bustopher Jones. She has a temporary residence in the junkyard, but prefers the lavish arrangements of his uptown condo.
In addition, she supposedly has a half-brother named Fangorn. She does not know that he is her brother, and is unaware of his existence.
RP Sample: Victoria had briefly contemplated trying to hunt down Jemima after her sudden exit from their little run in with Gus and Jelly; however, the lure of food and good gossip appeased her more. The only place where she could find decent gossip and tasty ethnic food happened to be the very place her uncle disproved of. In fact, most with a decent head screwed on their shoulders disproved of the slums. Victoria liked to think she fit into that category, but she was far too attracted to the "unsettling" to keep away. She’d keep touching the fire until she got burned…
Inwardly, Victoria couldn’t help but be a little bit nervous about walking around the slums on her own. Outwardly, she looked as poised as ever, but she had hoped Demeter or someone would have come with her. Two was always better than one, after all.
She ignored the casual whistle or attempt to get her attention as she meandered about, slipping inside a bar as soon as she found one that looked and smelled appeasing. She swore she had been there before, but honestly, she couldn’t be certain. All of these places looked the same…dark, rustic, hole in the walls. All the same.
Closing the door quietly behind her, the white queen walked in and sat down elegantly at the bar, tapping the top to grab the barista’s attention. ”White Russian, please. Extra Kahlua. Small salmon if you have it, chicken if not. ” She smiled as the barista nodded, and the barista soon brought back the creamy drink with a small plate of chicken. The establishment obviously wasn’t the sort to carry high dollar items.
Victoria nibbled at the less than satisfactory plate of chicken before her and sipped her drink, only to be interrupted when an orange tabby tom sat down beside her, fully turning his stool to face her with a look.
”How much for the evening, princess?” He asked, rubbing a hand across one of Victoria’s crossed knees. Nearly choking on her drink, a dainty white hand rose to wipe the small sliver of liquor that pushed past her lips. Her green eyes cut towards the tom, entirely not interested. With a smirk, she pushed his hand away and shifted towards the other side of her seat.
”I’m not that kind of lady, besides, even if I was, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” She remained calm and collected, though her tone was sharp, hinting her desire for him to leave. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but surely this tom wasn’t stupid enough to cause a scene in a public area. Even if it was the slums, such interactions usually took place in the alleys or behind buildings
.
”Awe, come on darling, I’m lonely, you look dissatisfied, so let me add a little color to those pearly white cheeks, baby.”
Rolling her eyes, Vicki looked away and motioned for the barista to bring her another drink. ”You wouldn’t come close to satisfying me…” Thick, orange fingers curled around her arm tightly as the tom scooted his stool closer, hot breath fluttering the fur against her neck.
”Wanna bet…?”
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