Post by Victoria on May 31, 2010 0:15:56 GMT -5
Name: Victoria
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): Her owners called her Victoria after Queen Victoria, and she rather likes that. More often than not, however, they call her Princess or Queenie. She likes that as well. It may have given her something of a complex, though.
Nickname(s): Vicki, Tori
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle, although she is a housecat. She divides her time between her cushy flat and the Junkyard.
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Heterosexual
Age (Human Years): 18. Is basically just out of kittenhood and is considered, for all intents and purposes, a 'queen'.
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): She was bought from a reputable breeder, so she never really got to know her siblings and parents. If anyone wants to snag a spot in her life, please do.
Appearance: Victoria is, frankly, beautiful. And she knows it. She's of about medium height, and of a very slender build. Her body is that of a ballet dancer - lean, but with soft curves. She has long limbs despite her lack of height, specifically when it comes to her legs. She likes to keep herself very well groomed, especially her coat. She's mostly white, but in proper light one can see the tiniest bit of gold worked into her coat, mainly on her sides. Apart from the color of her coat, Victoria doesn't have any very discerning features. Her face is round and rather generically pretty, with large blue eyes, and long eyelashes. Her style is very feminine and soft - she likes floral prints and vintage clothes. She has a tendency to gravitate towards pink, but since she's sort of 'graduated' from adolescent to queen, she's trying to look a bit more adult in her ensembles.
Personality:
Victoria is a bit of a princess. Perhaps it's her name, the pristine color of her coat, or the rich family she lives with, but Victoria comes off as a bit entitled (although a bit hypocritically, she hates when other cats call her 'princess'). She likes nice things, she likes being kept well, and she likes looking good. Soft-spoken and infinitely graceful, she has just left awkward kittenhood behind her and just about at the point where she is considered a queen. Her best friends are the kittens, obviously, but she's constantly battling between the more grown up side of her personality and the kittenish side of her personality. Now that she's 18, and will be dancing as an adult in the Jellicle Ball, the adult side tends to win. She carries herself with elegance and grace at most times, but it's a very thought out way of being. When she's around her friends and not so self conscious about appearing perfect, she can let her guard down a bit. She's a delicate creature - she likes to know she's safe and taken care of. She's deeply kind, very caring, incredibly accepting, and definitely not as rambunctious as some of her pals. Even when in her 'kittenish' state, Victoria is a bit reserved. She's not a prude or anything, and she can be just as mischievous and silly as her friends, but she's not as hyperactive or childish. She'll still swoon over Tugger and giggle about boys with her friends, she is after all, barely out of kittenhood. Victoria loves her friends and her Jellicle "family" more than anything in the world, and can get very snarky and angry if anyone she likes is hurt.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Victoria was born to a reputable breeder in London and purchased at a very young age by a wealthy family who lived near the Jellicle Junkyard. She was meant as a Christmas present for their ten year old daughter, and lived the first few years of her life in absolute comfort. Once she was a bit older, she was allowed out into their yard, and she promptly found her way out of the gate and into the world. Following the scent of other cats and her own irrepressable curiosity she found the Junkyard. At first, she didn't really want to be a part of the clan. She was very young and silly, and thought of herself as better than the strays who populated the Junkyard. However, after meeting a few of the kittens and befriending them, she began spending more and more time in the Junkyard. Her owners resigned themselves to the fact they now owned a 'sometimes' cat. She disappeared frequently, but always returned, for a good square meal and occasionally a bed for the night. As she grew, she integrated herself further into the Junkyard. She made friends, fell head over heels for Tugger (as did all of the kittens) and by the time she was seventeen, considered herself more 'Jellicle' than 'housecat'. Now at eighteen, she's more or less considered a full adult, and it will be official at the next Jellicle ball.
Anything Else: BE NICE. SHE'S A PRINCESS.
Writing Sample:
Victoria opened one blue eye, then the other. She yawned. stretched. Turned over. Sleeping in an actual bed was seriously underrated. She eyed the pale pink ceiling of her 'owners' room, sleep-blurred gaze picking up the glow-in-the-dark star decals that had been unprofessionally plastered alongside the light fixtures. Human children were truly ridiculous. Why make yourself a fake night sky when you could see the real one just outside your window. Raising her white-furred arms over her head to yarn hugely for a second time, Victoria daintily stepped out of her bed. She had been in the Junkyard for the past few nights, beneath the ever-fattening Jellicle moon and real, honest to goodness stars. But sleeping inside a truck tire or in an abandoned pipe was uncomfortable for one so used to luxury. So once or twice a week, Victoria snuck though the hidden hole in the fence, through the cat flap and up to the pink fuzzy bed she occasionally slept in.
She awoke for the first time in days with a kink in her neck or an aching back. This was nice, but she found that the silence was deafening. She'd only been away a few hours and she missed the ceaseless chatter of the Junkyard. Etcetera screeching her awake to talk about the latest 'Tugger' dream she had. Jellylorum prodding her into consciousness and making disgruntled 'mom' noises if Victoria had overslept. Electra having some loud argument with Tumblebrutus about something that probably didn't matter. She wanted to get back as soon as physically possible, to the noise and the clutter and the garbage.
Those strays truly had changed her. And she sort of liked it. It made her feel a bit rough around the edges. A bit dangerous.
She padded down the steps and through the living room. The father of the family, looked over his glasses at her as she left. "You treat this flat as if it's a hotel," he mused. "Goodbye, Princess."
Victoria giggled delicatley as she stepped through the cat flap, pace quickening as she made her way to the junkyard, back to the clan that would soon consider her a full adult. A queen. She liked that.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): Her owners called her Victoria after Queen Victoria, and she rather likes that. More often than not, however, they call her Princess or Queenie. She likes that as well. It may have given her something of a complex, though.
Nickname(s): Vicki, Tori
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle, although she is a housecat. She divides her time between her cushy flat and the Junkyard.
Bio Sex: Female
Gender (Optional): Female
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Heterosexual
Age (Human Years): 18. Is basically just out of kittenhood and is considered, for all intents and purposes, a 'queen'.
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): She was bought from a reputable breeder, so she never really got to know her siblings and parents. If anyone wants to snag a spot in her life, please do.
Appearance: Victoria is, frankly, beautiful. And she knows it. She's of about medium height, and of a very slender build. Her body is that of a ballet dancer - lean, but with soft curves. She has long limbs despite her lack of height, specifically when it comes to her legs. She likes to keep herself very well groomed, especially her coat. She's mostly white, but in proper light one can see the tiniest bit of gold worked into her coat, mainly on her sides. Apart from the color of her coat, Victoria doesn't have any very discerning features. Her face is round and rather generically pretty, with large blue eyes, and long eyelashes. Her style is very feminine and soft - she likes floral prints and vintage clothes. She has a tendency to gravitate towards pink, but since she's sort of 'graduated' from adolescent to queen, she's trying to look a bit more adult in her ensembles.
Personality:
Victoria is a bit of a princess. Perhaps it's her name, the pristine color of her coat, or the rich family she lives with, but Victoria comes off as a bit entitled (although a bit hypocritically, she hates when other cats call her 'princess'). She likes nice things, she likes being kept well, and she likes looking good. Soft-spoken and infinitely graceful, she has just left awkward kittenhood behind her and just about at the point where she is considered a queen. Her best friends are the kittens, obviously, but she's constantly battling between the more grown up side of her personality and the kittenish side of her personality. Now that she's 18, and will be dancing as an adult in the Jellicle Ball, the adult side tends to win. She carries herself with elegance and grace at most times, but it's a very thought out way of being. When she's around her friends and not so self conscious about appearing perfect, she can let her guard down a bit. She's a delicate creature - she likes to know she's safe and taken care of. She's deeply kind, very caring, incredibly accepting, and definitely not as rambunctious as some of her pals. Even when in her 'kittenish' state, Victoria is a bit reserved. She's not a prude or anything, and she can be just as mischievous and silly as her friends, but she's not as hyperactive or childish. She'll still swoon over Tugger and giggle about boys with her friends, she is after all, barely out of kittenhood. Victoria loves her friends and her Jellicle "family" more than anything in the world, and can get very snarky and angry if anyone she likes is hurt.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Victoria was born to a reputable breeder in London and purchased at a very young age by a wealthy family who lived near the Jellicle Junkyard. She was meant as a Christmas present for their ten year old daughter, and lived the first few years of her life in absolute comfort. Once she was a bit older, she was allowed out into their yard, and she promptly found her way out of the gate and into the world. Following the scent of other cats and her own irrepressable curiosity she found the Junkyard. At first, she didn't really want to be a part of the clan. She was very young and silly, and thought of herself as better than the strays who populated the Junkyard. However, after meeting a few of the kittens and befriending them, she began spending more and more time in the Junkyard. Her owners resigned themselves to the fact they now owned a 'sometimes' cat. She disappeared frequently, but always returned, for a good square meal and occasionally a bed for the night. As she grew, she integrated herself further into the Junkyard. She made friends, fell head over heels for Tugger (as did all of the kittens) and by the time she was seventeen, considered herself more 'Jellicle' than 'housecat'. Now at eighteen, she's more or less considered a full adult, and it will be official at the next Jellicle ball.
Anything Else: BE NICE. SHE'S A PRINCESS.
Writing Sample:
Victoria opened one blue eye, then the other. She yawned. stretched. Turned over. Sleeping in an actual bed was seriously underrated. She eyed the pale pink ceiling of her 'owners' room, sleep-blurred gaze picking up the glow-in-the-dark star decals that had been unprofessionally plastered alongside the light fixtures. Human children were truly ridiculous. Why make yourself a fake night sky when you could see the real one just outside your window. Raising her white-furred arms over her head to yarn hugely for a second time, Victoria daintily stepped out of her bed. She had been in the Junkyard for the past few nights, beneath the ever-fattening Jellicle moon and real, honest to goodness stars. But sleeping inside a truck tire or in an abandoned pipe was uncomfortable for one so used to luxury. So once or twice a week, Victoria snuck though the hidden hole in the fence, through the cat flap and up to the pink fuzzy bed she occasionally slept in.
She awoke for the first time in days with a kink in her neck or an aching back. This was nice, but she found that the silence was deafening. She'd only been away a few hours and she missed the ceaseless chatter of the Junkyard. Etcetera screeching her awake to talk about the latest 'Tugger' dream she had. Jellylorum prodding her into consciousness and making disgruntled 'mom' noises if Victoria had overslept. Electra having some loud argument with Tumblebrutus about something that probably didn't matter. She wanted to get back as soon as physically possible, to the noise and the clutter and the garbage.
Those strays truly had changed her. And she sort of liked it. It made her feel a bit rough around the edges. A bit dangerous.
She padded down the steps and through the living room. The father of the family, looked over his glasses at her as she left. "You treat this flat as if it's a hotel," he mused. "Goodbye, Princess."
Victoria giggled delicatley as she stepped through the cat flap, pace quickening as she made her way to the junkyard, back to the clan that would soon consider her a full adult. A queen. She liked that.
