Post by Demeter on Jan 16, 2011 21:38:33 GMT -5
Name: Demeter
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): none
Nickname(s): Deme, Meter, Dem-Dem, Scaredy-cat
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Straight
Age (Human Years): 22
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): No family to speak of. But she's best friends with Bombalurina
Appearance: Demeter is of average height, about 5'5. Her fur is a beautiful golden color with black stripes. She even has small undertones of red here and there. Her white bib makes her look even tinier than she already is. She's not sickeningly thin, but she doesn't have too much meat on her bones either. She has a pear shaped figure. Her chest isn't too well endowed, but her booty sure is. Her hair is wild and slightly spikey. She wears a spiked collar that she was given by a previous owner before they moved away and left her behind. For clothing, she usually prefers to keep it simple. She will generally be seen in baggy sweater-dresses and gladiator sandals, if not, no shoes at all.
Personality: Deme is very shy and skittish. She always seems to be paranoid about some sort of danger. She is very mature for her age however. She doesn't joke around very much or play silly games. She tends to get very touchy about the subject of her past. She doesn't like talking about it. She had an incident in her past involving Macavity, but due to the trauma it caused her, her subconscious has all but blocked it from her memory. Deme is very caring about those who have been abandoned or cast out, as she was abandoned by her owners. Demeter also always seems to run to either Munkustrap's or Bomba's side when trouble strikes because she literally cannot function when she's extremely frightened. She's not easily wooed and is one of the few impervious to Tugger's charms.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Demeter was originally in a pet store when she was young. She was adopted by an irresonsible college student and eventually tossed into a box on the side of the road. She made her way out and eventually found herself at a junkyard where she was soon accepted into a tribe called the Jellicles. It was near the beginning of her stay that she experienced her traumatic event involving Macavity. Ever since then her life has been filled with a fear for him that she doesn't understand because she doesn't even remember what happened.
Anything Else: For awhile after her ordeal, she had what seemed to be Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She also currently has some serious psychological disorders.
Writing Sample:
She peeked slowly and carefully out from her den. She wouldn't go out unless some of the stronger toms were out roaming around. She crawled out from her hide-away, her eyes darting around for any signs of danger. Seeing that other Jellicles were out and about she felt a bit better. Standing up she made her way over to the old car. It was her favorite spot to sunbathe and catch a few z's. The gold queen tested out the durability of the metal contraption, as she did every time, making sure it wasn't going to fall beneath her weight. Gingerly she crawled atop of the hood, curling up and falling asleep.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): none
Nickname(s): Deme, Meter, Dem-Dem, Scaredy-cat
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Straight
Age (Human Years): 22
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): No family to speak of. But she's best friends with Bombalurina
Appearance: Demeter is of average height, about 5'5. Her fur is a beautiful golden color with black stripes. She even has small undertones of red here and there. Her white bib makes her look even tinier than she already is. She's not sickeningly thin, but she doesn't have too much meat on her bones either. She has a pear shaped figure. Her chest isn't too well endowed, but her booty sure is. Her hair is wild and slightly spikey. She wears a spiked collar that she was given by a previous owner before they moved away and left her behind. For clothing, she usually prefers to keep it simple. She will generally be seen in baggy sweater-dresses and gladiator sandals, if not, no shoes at all.
Personality: Deme is very shy and skittish. She always seems to be paranoid about some sort of danger. She is very mature for her age however. She doesn't joke around very much or play silly games. She tends to get very touchy about the subject of her past. She doesn't like talking about it. She had an incident in her past involving Macavity, but due to the trauma it caused her, her subconscious has all but blocked it from her memory. Deme is very caring about those who have been abandoned or cast out, as she was abandoned by her owners. Demeter also always seems to run to either Munkustrap's or Bomba's side when trouble strikes because she literally cannot function when she's extremely frightened. She's not easily wooed and is one of the few impervious to Tugger's charms.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Demeter was originally in a pet store when she was young. She was adopted by an irresonsible college student and eventually tossed into a box on the side of the road. She made her way out and eventually found herself at a junkyard where she was soon accepted into a tribe called the Jellicles. It was near the beginning of her stay that she experienced her traumatic event involving Macavity. Ever since then her life has been filled with a fear for him that she doesn't understand because she doesn't even remember what happened.
Anything Else: For awhile after her ordeal, she had what seemed to be Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She also currently has some serious psychological disorders.
Writing Sample:
She peeked slowly and carefully out from her den. She wouldn't go out unless some of the stronger toms were out roaming around. She crawled out from her hide-away, her eyes darting around for any signs of danger. Seeing that other Jellicles were out and about she felt a bit better. Standing up she made her way over to the old car. It was her favorite spot to sunbathe and catch a few z's. The gold queen tested out the durability of the metal contraption, as she did every time, making sure it wasn't going to fall beneath her weight. Gingerly she crawled atop of the hood, curling up and falling asleep.