Post by threeinone on Jun 21, 2010 8:57:37 GMT -5
Name: Rumpus Cat
Alias(es): The Great...
Nickname(s): Rumpus
Alliance: Stray
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): 2/3 Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Rumpus does not understand your question.
Age (Human Years): 28
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Probably.
Appearance:
His fur is not actually black. Rather, it is a dark grey, which is much better for blending into the night. His eyes are red, and, when he wants them too, glow menacingly. He is not really that tall, rather has a tall persona when being a superhero. However, he is what would be termed 'ripped' with defined muscle, since he is capable of fighting dogs. His hair is long and sleek, but practically covers his small ears. The R is non-existent, and was someone else's creation.
Personality: Three of them.
The Great Rumpus Cat is a strong superhero, self confident, the dashing, strong, silent type. He always knows how to please, and rarely talks, but when he does, it is in a rich, silky baritone. He is usually naked to ease fighting.
Rumpus is a quiet, shy cat. On the rare occasion he speaks, it is quietly, and usually mumbling. He will not put himself forward or ask for anything, and shys from most attention. He wears plain clothes that attract no attention.
The third does not talk, ever, and is a mute, and a she. She rarely surfaces, but is shy, yet friendly. She looks odd, dressed in proper, good-girl clothes, ribbon in hair, with the strong muscle tone.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters):
He can not remember where he came from, but just that he is there. Nor can he remember where the three personalities came from. His superhero status developed by itself, after that personality developed a habit of fighting away dogs. Soon, he was known as a hero, a saviour of the weak. He was 19 at the time. The legend grew with him, and his reputation began to win some battles before they began. Now he lives happily, fighting the occasional fight with a pollicle, and working out to stay in shape during slow weeks. The other personalities are almost like secret identities. He hides from the world in them.
The famous R doesn't exist. He found work briefly for some cats who had obtained a camera and had an ambitious plan of selling pinups. It failed, but some pictures still circulate, and the R he wore for the photos (from playful to eyeful) crept through legend.
Anything Else:
He thinks of his personalities as his friends, and refers to them in third person. He is not aware of the gender difference. Sure, some have different bits, but beyond that, he doesn't get it. Hence no gender preference, since there is no such thing to him.
Writing Sample:
Rumpus waited patiently. He wanted to walk though, but there was a group of old cats (queens, but he didn't register that) walking slowly and blocking the path. He didn't have the guts to push past, or excuse himself. They chattered constantly, until one noticed him.
"Oh, look, the little lad is behind us," she said. "Are we blocking the way dear?"
Rumpus just blushed bright red, even thought the dark fur, nodded silently, and fled in the opposite direction.
Alias(es): The Great...
Nickname(s): Rumpus
Alliance: Stray
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): 2/3 Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Rumpus does not understand your question.
Age (Human Years): 28
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Probably.
Appearance:
His fur is not actually black. Rather, it is a dark grey, which is much better for blending into the night. His eyes are red, and, when he wants them too, glow menacingly. He is not really that tall, rather has a tall persona when being a superhero. However, he is what would be termed 'ripped' with defined muscle, since he is capable of fighting dogs. His hair is long and sleek, but practically covers his small ears. The R is non-existent, and was someone else's creation.
Personality: Three of them.
The Great Rumpus Cat is a strong superhero, self confident, the dashing, strong, silent type. He always knows how to please, and rarely talks, but when he does, it is in a rich, silky baritone. He is usually naked to ease fighting.
Rumpus is a quiet, shy cat. On the rare occasion he speaks, it is quietly, and usually mumbling. He will not put himself forward or ask for anything, and shys from most attention. He wears plain clothes that attract no attention.
The third does not talk, ever, and is a mute, and a she. She rarely surfaces, but is shy, yet friendly. She looks odd, dressed in proper, good-girl clothes, ribbon in hair, with the strong muscle tone.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters):
He can not remember where he came from, but just that he is there. Nor can he remember where the three personalities came from. His superhero status developed by itself, after that personality developed a habit of fighting away dogs. Soon, he was known as a hero, a saviour of the weak. He was 19 at the time. The legend grew with him, and his reputation began to win some battles before they began. Now he lives happily, fighting the occasional fight with a pollicle, and working out to stay in shape during slow weeks. The other personalities are almost like secret identities. He hides from the world in them.
The famous R doesn't exist. He found work briefly for some cats who had obtained a camera and had an ambitious plan of selling pinups. It failed, but some pictures still circulate, and the R he wore for the photos (from playful to eyeful) crept through legend.
Anything Else:
He thinks of his personalities as his friends, and refers to them in third person. He is not aware of the gender difference. Sure, some have different bits, but beyond that, he doesn't get it. Hence no gender preference, since there is no such thing to him.
Writing Sample:
Rumpus waited patiently. He wanted to walk though, but there was a group of old cats (queens, but he didn't register that) walking slowly and blocking the path. He didn't have the guts to push past, or excuse himself. They chattered constantly, until one noticed him.
"Oh, look, the little lad is behind us," she said. "Are we blocking the way dear?"
Rumpus just blushed bright red, even thought the dark fur, nodded silently, and fled in the opposite direction.