Post by Mungojerrie on Dec 5, 2010 18:19:59 GMT -5
Name: Mungojerrie
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): That Horrible Cat
Nickname(s): Mungo, MJ, Jerrie,
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle, though at one time works for Macavity
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Bisexual
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Sister, Rumpleteazer
Appearance: Mungojerrie is a cat of fiery colors. Yellow, orange, reds. He also is black in some places, with stripes. He is of average height, about 5'9. He isn't all to muscular, he's quite thin actually. Though, his massive amount of fluff makes up for it. He tends to wear big clothes though, to make himself appear bigger. He wears baggy tank tops and jeans at most times. Though sometimes, depending on the situation, he'll be seen in a midriff tank with legging and thigh high stockings.
Personality: Cheeky, mischievous, forward, and arrogant. He likes to think of himself as the best. He loves to take all the credit from the heists he and Rumpleteazer pull, but, if they get caught, he cowers away and will put all the blame on her. He loves to play jokes on people, and is rarely, if ever serious. He's also a gossip. He's always got all the news on everybody. He seems to be the more careful cat between him and his sister. He knows when to stay quiet, and knows when to run. He can actually be quite skittish at times. He'd be the first to run off if he sensed any danger. He is quite insecure about himself, though is very good at hiding it with his cocky attitude. He is insecure mostly about his sexuality and his looks.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): He's been with Rumpleteazer his whole life, as they were born to the same litter. He lives with her in a nice big house, with a well off family. He's the less independent of the two, and doesn't really like to pull heists unless Rumpleteazer is there with him. If anything, its so he can put the blame on her if something goes wrong. After some time, when he was around 14, he got picked up by Macavity's gang, and was easily convinced to join them. He did so, acting as a spy at times, and a burglar at others. Though, he soon realized that his life was going in the wrong direction among them, and got back to the straight and narrow... so to speak. He gained much experience and practice with thieving while under Macavity's guidance.
Anything Else: When it comes to thieving, he likes to believe he is better than Rumpleteazer, whether that is true or not is yet to be seen, as he rarely thieves on his own.
Writing Sample:
Letting out a long yarn, Mungojerrie rested his chin upon his palms. Seems like nothing interesting ever went on around the junkyard unless Macavity was in the neighborhood, or the Jellicle Ball was going on.
Oh Everlasting, did he always have to do everything himself? He sat up and stretched out his long slender body, a few joints popping here and there. He stood up, his tail swishing behind him gently.
He plopped himself down right smack dab in the middle of the junkyard and shouted out, "MACAVITY!" at the top of his lungs, trying to get the other cats to run around in fits of terror and fear, that was always interesting to watch.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): That Horrible Cat
Nickname(s): Mungo, MJ, Jerrie,
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle, though at one time works for Macavity
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Bisexual
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Sister, Rumpleteazer
Appearance: Mungojerrie is a cat of fiery colors. Yellow, orange, reds. He also is black in some places, with stripes. He is of average height, about 5'9. He isn't all to muscular, he's quite thin actually. Though, his massive amount of fluff makes up for it. He tends to wear big clothes though, to make himself appear bigger. He wears baggy tank tops and jeans at most times. Though sometimes, depending on the situation, he'll be seen in a midriff tank with legging and thigh high stockings.
Personality: Cheeky, mischievous, forward, and arrogant. He likes to think of himself as the best. He loves to take all the credit from the heists he and Rumpleteazer pull, but, if they get caught, he cowers away and will put all the blame on her. He loves to play jokes on people, and is rarely, if ever serious. He's also a gossip. He's always got all the news on everybody. He seems to be the more careful cat between him and his sister. He knows when to stay quiet, and knows when to run. He can actually be quite skittish at times. He'd be the first to run off if he sensed any danger. He is quite insecure about himself, though is very good at hiding it with his cocky attitude. He is insecure mostly about his sexuality and his looks.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): He's been with Rumpleteazer his whole life, as they were born to the same litter. He lives with her in a nice big house, with a well off family. He's the less independent of the two, and doesn't really like to pull heists unless Rumpleteazer is there with him. If anything, its so he can put the blame on her if something goes wrong. After some time, when he was around 14, he got picked up by Macavity's gang, and was easily convinced to join them. He did so, acting as a spy at times, and a burglar at others. Though, he soon realized that his life was going in the wrong direction among them, and got back to the straight and narrow... so to speak. He gained much experience and practice with thieving while under Macavity's guidance.
Anything Else: When it comes to thieving, he likes to believe he is better than Rumpleteazer, whether that is true or not is yet to be seen, as he rarely thieves on his own.
Writing Sample:
Letting out a long yarn, Mungojerrie rested his chin upon his palms. Seems like nothing interesting ever went on around the junkyard unless Macavity was in the neighborhood, or the Jellicle Ball was going on.
Oh Everlasting, did he always have to do everything himself? He sat up and stretched out his long slender body, a few joints popping here and there. He stood up, his tail swishing behind him gently.
He plopped himself down right smack dab in the middle of the junkyard and shouted out, "MACAVITY!" at the top of his lungs, trying to get the other cats to run around in fits of terror and fear, that was always interesting to watch.