Post by Caspar on Jul 30, 2011 0:58:21 GMT -5
Name: Caspar
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): N/A
Nickname(s): Cas
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): None
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Gay
Age (Human Years): 15
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.):
His parents died when he was a kit, leaving him alone on the streets.
Appearance:
Caspar is a rather petite young tom; lean and quite short. He has striking and very unique amethyst coloured eyes, which give him the natural look of purity and innocence. He has rather short, bright white fur, which is speckled with splotches of brown, the most prominent of which being one that cuts from his right eye, across his nose and down to his left shoulder in a jagged bar. He has two gold hoop piercings in his left ear, which he has had since before he could remember. His only other distinguishing characteristic is patch of black fur on the back of his right paw in the shape of a shield. His headfur is a bit longer than the rest of his body fur and is pure white, with his bangs falling down just above his eye line. He wears an elaborate beaded bracelet around his left wrist imbued with many fine gems, mostly rubies and sapphires. He also wears a simple leather belt with a small dagger attached to it, and a similarly simple leather collar.
Personality:
Caspar is shy, reserved and soft spoken for the most part and finds it very difficult to speak up for himself if he is being bullied or reprimanded. His fight or flight response is well established, however; if he is threatened too seriously he will run, or if not given a choice, attempt to protect himself with the small dagger he usually keeps at his side. Likewise, if he is in a situation in which someone that is close to him is attacked, verbally or otherwise, he becomes stronger, more sure of himself. His confidence rises and he will speak out passionately for that person, ready to attempt to protect them physically if need be, even though he isn’t very strong. The only other occasion that Caspar actually loses his shyness is the rare time when he is given liquor. On these occasions he becomes loud, confident and rather flamboyant.
Caspar is rather painfully naive and, despite having lived on the streets most of his life, not really that world wise. However, what he lacks in worldly know how, he makes up for in intellectual reasoning and passion. When Caspar is out of his element, which is to say, not near his makeshift goods stand or on a raid, and is put in the position where he must be around others, he tends to sort of crumple, going almost catatonically silent. If and when someone manages to earn his trust, however, he will maintain a steadfast and true ally to that person, supposing they do nothing to betray that trust.
For what he lacks in strength Caspar makes up for in agility and endurance, he has an excellent sense of balance and is quite the climber due to his many night time excursions in other cat’s territories. During these ‘adventures’ he has always managed to avoid being seen by the wrong people thanks mostly to luck and some quick hiding skills. Though he spent much time on the street, he has never done much in the way of weapons training or physical labour in general.
Caspar enjoys reading about faraway places, romances and adventures. When he loses himself in a book such as this he is the happiest he will ever be.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters):
Caspar was orphaned as a young kit when his parents were killed for the money in their pockets. He was left alone, with only the clothes on his back, cowering in an alleyway.
His parents had been traders, dealing in the sorts of good that cats needed on the street: blankets, food, nip, and the like. As this was the only life he had known he kept up the business, stealing what he needed and trading and selling it on the streets. Other than a few run-ins with some undesirables, some of which he escaped from just by a hair, he has managed to stay mostly below the radar of any of the big tribes or groups.
Anything Else:
Caspar is gay, but has never been with anyone else. His loner attitude has never really lent itself to a relationship.
Writing Sample:
Caspar slinked through the alley, a sack of goods over his shoulder as he looked around for any signs that he was being followed. Convinced that he hadn’t been, he sat down, laying out the results of his most recent raid on the stones in front of him, admiring their general good quality.
“Yeah,” he murmured to himself, “these’ll sell in a heartbeat.” As he began looking through his merchandise, however, he heard a sound from the opposite end of the alleyway. His heart began to beat quicker and quicker, as he saw the outline of a large cat in the light from the street. He looked around frantically, trying to find a way out. He could climb the fence behind him, but the merchandise would have to be left behind.
The cat was getting closer now, he could see the glint of his teeth pulled back in a cruel smirk. He ran for the fence, leaving his items where they were, and scrambling over it. As he dropped to the other side he turned around, the other cat was smiling even bigger, standing right in front of him, separated by only the chain links.
“Here kitty, kitty,” the cat said in a deep growling voice.
Caspar took a step back, and ran.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): N/A
Nickname(s): Cas
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): None
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Gay
Age (Human Years): 15
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.):
His parents died when he was a kit, leaving him alone on the streets.
Appearance:
Caspar is a rather petite young tom; lean and quite short. He has striking and very unique amethyst coloured eyes, which give him the natural look of purity and innocence. He has rather short, bright white fur, which is speckled with splotches of brown, the most prominent of which being one that cuts from his right eye, across his nose and down to his left shoulder in a jagged bar. He has two gold hoop piercings in his left ear, which he has had since before he could remember. His only other distinguishing characteristic is patch of black fur on the back of his right paw in the shape of a shield. His headfur is a bit longer than the rest of his body fur and is pure white, with his bangs falling down just above his eye line. He wears an elaborate beaded bracelet around his left wrist imbued with many fine gems, mostly rubies and sapphires. He also wears a simple leather belt with a small dagger attached to it, and a similarly simple leather collar.
Personality:
Caspar is shy, reserved and soft spoken for the most part and finds it very difficult to speak up for himself if he is being bullied or reprimanded. His fight or flight response is well established, however; if he is threatened too seriously he will run, or if not given a choice, attempt to protect himself with the small dagger he usually keeps at his side. Likewise, if he is in a situation in which someone that is close to him is attacked, verbally or otherwise, he becomes stronger, more sure of himself. His confidence rises and he will speak out passionately for that person, ready to attempt to protect them physically if need be, even though he isn’t very strong. The only other occasion that Caspar actually loses his shyness is the rare time when he is given liquor. On these occasions he becomes loud, confident and rather flamboyant.
Caspar is rather painfully naive and, despite having lived on the streets most of his life, not really that world wise. However, what he lacks in worldly know how, he makes up for in intellectual reasoning and passion. When Caspar is out of his element, which is to say, not near his makeshift goods stand or on a raid, and is put in the position where he must be around others, he tends to sort of crumple, going almost catatonically silent. If and when someone manages to earn his trust, however, he will maintain a steadfast and true ally to that person, supposing they do nothing to betray that trust.
For what he lacks in strength Caspar makes up for in agility and endurance, he has an excellent sense of balance and is quite the climber due to his many night time excursions in other cat’s territories. During these ‘adventures’ he has always managed to avoid being seen by the wrong people thanks mostly to luck and some quick hiding skills. Though he spent much time on the street, he has never done much in the way of weapons training or physical labour in general.
Caspar enjoys reading about faraway places, romances and adventures. When he loses himself in a book such as this he is the happiest he will ever be.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters):
Caspar was orphaned as a young kit when his parents were killed for the money in their pockets. He was left alone, with only the clothes on his back, cowering in an alleyway.
His parents had been traders, dealing in the sorts of good that cats needed on the street: blankets, food, nip, and the like. As this was the only life he had known he kept up the business, stealing what he needed and trading and selling it on the streets. Other than a few run-ins with some undesirables, some of which he escaped from just by a hair, he has managed to stay mostly below the radar of any of the big tribes or groups.
Anything Else:
Caspar is gay, but has never been with anyone else. His loner attitude has never really lent itself to a relationship.
Writing Sample:
Caspar slinked through the alley, a sack of goods over his shoulder as he looked around for any signs that he was being followed. Convinced that he hadn’t been, he sat down, laying out the results of his most recent raid on the stones in front of him, admiring their general good quality.
“Yeah,” he murmured to himself, “these’ll sell in a heartbeat.” As he began looking through his merchandise, however, he heard a sound from the opposite end of the alleyway. His heart began to beat quicker and quicker, as he saw the outline of a large cat in the light from the street. He looked around frantically, trying to find a way out. He could climb the fence behind him, but the merchandise would have to be left behind.
The cat was getting closer now, he could see the glint of his teeth pulled back in a cruel smirk. He ran for the fence, leaving his items where they were, and scrambling over it. As he dropped to the other side he turned around, the other cat was smiling even bigger, standing right in front of him, separated by only the chain links.
“Here kitty, kitty,” the cat said in a deep growling voice.
Caspar took a step back, and ran.