Post by milbane on Dec 21, 2010 21:17:42 GMT -5
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Name: Milbane
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): Cheshire Puss
Nickname(s): Neon (slang for vagina), Lisa-Frank.
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Origins unknown most. But he’s from a different world, and doesn’t belong to any tribe. Yet…
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male but does drag.
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Gay
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): No one knows. Not even himself.
Appearance: Milbane is one crazy looking cat. He is Pink—and purple, and his fur pattern is as changing as his mood. But he keeps it hidden beneath a pair of jeans, with bars of denim lighter than the natural fabric, alternating with its darker twin going up one leg, while the other leg is solid. He wears a Tank top screen printed to look like the coat of a blue, black and grey Cheshire, and the pattern of the shirt, unlike his natural coat remains the same pattern all the time. Under this tank-top, he wears a mesh long-sleeved shirt which he has many of, and alternated through the Roy G. Biv spectrum. Milbane is Five foot Nine with the build of a tree. He however, is not holocaustically bony. His hair is an array of different pink and purple shaded dreadlocks, and is always gathered up around his ears. Just for looks.
Personality: Milbane is the nicest tom a cat could ever meet. He is just uncomfortable with his appearance, and has low self- confidence. He is always playing the fairy godmother to his friends, but knows how to have fun, and knows VERY well how to get slam-drunked. (RP’rs note: I plan on developing Milbane’s personality a TON once he begins interacting with the jellicles, so despite the incredibly short length of his personality blurb, he will be interesting, I promise.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Milbane hails from the Wonderland. A world that is incredibly different from the one he has fallen into. He never knew a family of his own, has mostly been a loner, but has always enjoyed the occasional company of a little girl with blone hair, pale skin, and an amazing imagination. Also, he was friends with a clinically insane milliner and his soulmate, a hare in a tweed jacket.
Anything Else: As a joke, Milbane likes to run into rooms where unsuspecting friends are, in nothing but a tube-sock filled pair of boxer-briefs, and party boy in front of them.
Writing Sample:
The Manhattan streets that I walked nightly were unusually calm tonight. Normally you would hear street cars honking and speeding past one another. Or music blaring from one of the nearby clubs. And more often than not, someone getting mugged the next street over. But with our cat ears you would hear even more with your hearing amplified much higher than any humans. We can hear the slightest squeaking of well-oiled brakes. We can hear stem pouring out of the man-hole covers. But not tonight. It’s as if everything, living and inanimate, was dormant for the time being.
“You seem confused.”
I backed up a few steps to look down an alleyway. I could have sworn that not a soul was about as I passed it less than a second ago. But, to my surprise, a peculiar, pink-and-purple tabby with a bushy tail looked at me from the other end of the alleyway.
“I wouldn’t choose a book by its cover. No, I am not confused. Puzzled by the soundlessness on what would otherwise be a noisy night, and the spontaneity of our encounter, yes. But confused, no.” I replied.
“My, my, you have quite the extensive vocabulary. I didn’t mean confused about your surroundings. What I should have said was; ‘You don’t seem to know yourself.’”
“It’s none of your business to weather I know myself or not, and I happen to know my self very well, thank you. Now please, if you have nothing else of importance to tell me, let me be on my way.”
“Is it against the law here to try to meet someone new?”
“I have asked you to leave me alone. It is my right, and if the group does not respect the right of the individual, the group itself cannot exist for long.”
I realize that this sample writing is not from Milbane's POV. I will and can write a new sample if the Mods want me to. Just ask. I just used this because I'm not using it for anything else, and it was more convinient. Once again, just ask.
Name: Milbane
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): Cheshire Puss
Nickname(s): Neon (slang for vagina), Lisa-Frank.
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Origins unknown most. But he’s from a different world, and doesn’t belong to any tribe. Yet…
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male but does drag.
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Gay
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): No one knows. Not even himself.
Appearance: Milbane is one crazy looking cat. He is Pink—and purple, and his fur pattern is as changing as his mood. But he keeps it hidden beneath a pair of jeans, with bars of denim lighter than the natural fabric, alternating with its darker twin going up one leg, while the other leg is solid. He wears a Tank top screen printed to look like the coat of a blue, black and grey Cheshire, and the pattern of the shirt, unlike his natural coat remains the same pattern all the time. Under this tank-top, he wears a mesh long-sleeved shirt which he has many of, and alternated through the Roy G. Biv spectrum. Milbane is Five foot Nine with the build of a tree. He however, is not holocaustically bony. His hair is an array of different pink and purple shaded dreadlocks, and is always gathered up around his ears. Just for looks.
Personality: Milbane is the nicest tom a cat could ever meet. He is just uncomfortable with his appearance, and has low self- confidence. He is always playing the fairy godmother to his friends, but knows how to have fun, and knows VERY well how to get slam-drunked. (RP’rs note: I plan on developing Milbane’s personality a TON once he begins interacting with the jellicles, so despite the incredibly short length of his personality blurb, he will be interesting, I promise.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Milbane hails from the Wonderland. A world that is incredibly different from the one he has fallen into. He never knew a family of his own, has mostly been a loner, but has always enjoyed the occasional company of a little girl with blone hair, pale skin, and an amazing imagination. Also, he was friends with a clinically insane milliner and his soulmate, a hare in a tweed jacket.
Anything Else: As a joke, Milbane likes to run into rooms where unsuspecting friends are, in nothing but a tube-sock filled pair of boxer-briefs, and party boy in front of them.
Writing Sample:
The Manhattan streets that I walked nightly were unusually calm tonight. Normally you would hear street cars honking and speeding past one another. Or music blaring from one of the nearby clubs. And more often than not, someone getting mugged the next street over. But with our cat ears you would hear even more with your hearing amplified much higher than any humans. We can hear the slightest squeaking of well-oiled brakes. We can hear stem pouring out of the man-hole covers. But not tonight. It’s as if everything, living and inanimate, was dormant for the time being.
“You seem confused.”
I backed up a few steps to look down an alleyway. I could have sworn that not a soul was about as I passed it less than a second ago. But, to my surprise, a peculiar, pink-and-purple tabby with a bushy tail looked at me from the other end of the alleyway.
“I wouldn’t choose a book by its cover. No, I am not confused. Puzzled by the soundlessness on what would otherwise be a noisy night, and the spontaneity of our encounter, yes. But confused, no.” I replied.
“My, my, you have quite the extensive vocabulary. I didn’t mean confused about your surroundings. What I should have said was; ‘You don’t seem to know yourself.’”
“It’s none of your business to weather I know myself or not, and I happen to know my self very well, thank you. Now please, if you have nothing else of importance to tell me, let me be on my way.”
“Is it against the law here to try to meet someone new?”
“I have asked you to leave me alone. It is my right, and if the group does not respect the right of the individual, the group itself cannot exist for long.”
I realize that this sample writing is not from Milbane's POV. I will and can write a new sample if the Mods want me to. Just ask. I just used this because I'm not using it for anything else, and it was more convinient. Once again, just ask.