Post by Rumpleteazer on Sept 13, 2010 20:19:48 GMT -5
Name: Rumpleteazer
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): ‘That Horrible Cat!’
Nickname(s): Rumple, Teazer, Teaze
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle, but has worked for Macavity in the past
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Straight.
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): One brother, Mungojerrie
Appearance: Rumpleteazer is a petite, slender queen. Her curves are sadly almost nonexistent, and if it weren’t for her clothing, she could be mistaken for a very short, effeminate boy. Her fur is white with flame colored stripes splashed across her coat. With her red, orange, yellow and black stripes, she usually stands out in a crowd. Freckles are dotted across her nose, and she nearly always has a mischievous grin on her face. Rumpleteazer loves dressing in pleated skirts, tank tops, fishnets, leather, lace, and bright colors. Her fashion sense may be eclectic, but it is uniquely her and makes sure no one mistakes her for a boy. When thieving, she exchanges her skirts for close fitting pants.
Personality: Flirty, funny, mischievous, and cheerful. Rumpleteazer is nearly always upbeat and cheerful. She can have a temper, but it rarely surfaces unless someone does something to really tick her off. She loves flirting with the toms. It’s her second favorite pastime, right behind pulling off a good heist. Making people laugh is her third favorite thing, and she’s pretty good at it. She can sometimes be too cheerful, and end up annoying anyone she talks to. But the cheerfulness and flirting helps her hide any emotions she’s really feeling. She can’t stand it when someone asks how she is, and doesn’t believe her when she says ‘great!’ Her issues with emotions make it hard for her to empathize with others who may be having a hard time.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Rumpleteazer has always been independent. She doesn’t need anyone telling her what to do or holding her back. But she’s still super close to her older brother, Mungojerrie. They’ve always been a pair, even though Rumpleteazer is prone to doing her own thing and leaving Mungojerrie in the dust. But he’s the one she always comes to when she has a problem, because he’s the only one she feels she can be emotional around. She’s always been partial to mischief and thieving, too. And she’s darn good at it, too, provided she has her brother to back her up. When she tries to pull off a heist by herself, things don’t always go as planned.
Anything Else: She pads her bra. Anything for some boobage.
And I will definitely have to plot with Mungo if I'm accepted.
Writing Sample:
Eyes darting back and forth, Rumpleteazer crept across the lawn to the sprawling manor house. Mungojerrie couldn’t come on the heist tonight, so she would have to make do without him. “Tough luck, Jerrie, if ya think I’m sharin’…” She giggled, before clapping a paw to her mouth. No giggling. Whenever she giggled on a heist, Jerrie always shushed her, so it was second nature to cover her mouth if she even started giggling.
As she reached the front of the house, she darted down and pressed herself against the wall under a large picture window. She was near the corner of the house, and slid her way to the corner, eyes darting every which way to make sure she wouldn’t be seen. As she carefully peered around the corner, she suddenly became aware of hot breath on her neck.
“Urp…” she muttered, slowly turning around. She hadn’t seen anything come up to her… As she fully turned around, her eyes widened. “Aw, hey, nice Pollicle…. Uh… Didn’ see ya there….” She was face to face with a large, angry bulldog, twice her size. Running a dry tongue along her lips, she tried to smile. “Heh… I’ll just be goin’, then?”
The dog barked, and Rumpleteazer took off, dodging around the dog and heading for the front gate. She could hear it barking behind her, the barks getting closer. “Jerrie! Help me- Oh, right.” She had reached the gate, and was small enough to fit through the bars. She was still running when she heard the bang of the dog hitting the fence. Turning around, she smirked and stuck out her tongue.
“Ha, stupid dog! Can’t get me ‘ere!” As she left, heading back to the junkyard, she sighed. “I can’t do anythin’ without Jerrie, can I?” Shrugging, she giggled, breaking into a run. At least she had a good story to tell him.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): ‘That Horrible Cat!’
Nickname(s): Rumple, Teazer, Teaze
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle, but has worked for Macavity in the past
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Straight.
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): One brother, Mungojerrie
Appearance: Rumpleteazer is a petite, slender queen. Her curves are sadly almost nonexistent, and if it weren’t for her clothing, she could be mistaken for a very short, effeminate boy. Her fur is white with flame colored stripes splashed across her coat. With her red, orange, yellow and black stripes, she usually stands out in a crowd. Freckles are dotted across her nose, and she nearly always has a mischievous grin on her face. Rumpleteazer loves dressing in pleated skirts, tank tops, fishnets, leather, lace, and bright colors. Her fashion sense may be eclectic, but it is uniquely her and makes sure no one mistakes her for a boy. When thieving, she exchanges her skirts for close fitting pants.
Personality: Flirty, funny, mischievous, and cheerful. Rumpleteazer is nearly always upbeat and cheerful. She can have a temper, but it rarely surfaces unless someone does something to really tick her off. She loves flirting with the toms. It’s her second favorite pastime, right behind pulling off a good heist. Making people laugh is her third favorite thing, and she’s pretty good at it. She can sometimes be too cheerful, and end up annoying anyone she talks to. But the cheerfulness and flirting helps her hide any emotions she’s really feeling. She can’t stand it when someone asks how she is, and doesn’t believe her when she says ‘great!’ Her issues with emotions make it hard for her to empathize with others who may be having a hard time.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Rumpleteazer has always been independent. She doesn’t need anyone telling her what to do or holding her back. But she’s still super close to her older brother, Mungojerrie. They’ve always been a pair, even though Rumpleteazer is prone to doing her own thing and leaving Mungojerrie in the dust. But he’s the one she always comes to when she has a problem, because he’s the only one she feels she can be emotional around. She’s always been partial to mischief and thieving, too. And she’s darn good at it, too, provided she has her brother to back her up. When she tries to pull off a heist by herself, things don’t always go as planned.
Anything Else: She pads her bra. Anything for some boobage.
And I will definitely have to plot with Mungo if I'm accepted.
Writing Sample:
Eyes darting back and forth, Rumpleteazer crept across the lawn to the sprawling manor house. Mungojerrie couldn’t come on the heist tonight, so she would have to make do without him. “Tough luck, Jerrie, if ya think I’m sharin’…” She giggled, before clapping a paw to her mouth. No giggling. Whenever she giggled on a heist, Jerrie always shushed her, so it was second nature to cover her mouth if she even started giggling.
As she reached the front of the house, she darted down and pressed herself against the wall under a large picture window. She was near the corner of the house, and slid her way to the corner, eyes darting every which way to make sure she wouldn’t be seen. As she carefully peered around the corner, she suddenly became aware of hot breath on her neck.
“Urp…” she muttered, slowly turning around. She hadn’t seen anything come up to her… As she fully turned around, her eyes widened. “Aw, hey, nice Pollicle…. Uh… Didn’ see ya there….” She was face to face with a large, angry bulldog, twice her size. Running a dry tongue along her lips, she tried to smile. “Heh… I’ll just be goin’, then?”
The dog barked, and Rumpleteazer took off, dodging around the dog and heading for the front gate. She could hear it barking behind her, the barks getting closer. “Jerrie! Help me- Oh, right.” She had reached the gate, and was small enough to fit through the bars. She was still running when she heard the bang of the dog hitting the fence. Turning around, she smirked and stuck out her tongue.
“Ha, stupid dog! Can’t get me ‘ere!” As she left, heading back to the junkyard, she sighed. “I can’t do anythin’ without Jerrie, can I?” Shrugging, she giggled, breaking into a run. At least she had a good story to tell him.