Post by raincloud on Jun 4, 2010 4:44:17 GMT -5
Name: Odynn
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego):
Nickname(s): Dynny
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Hasn't really discovered it. We'll see where it goes.
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): None
Appearance: Odynn is a thoroughbred Norwegian forest cat with fairly long haired thick coat, perfect for dealing with cold. His coat is mostly mottled silver grey with black tabby stripes but has a yellow base and a few white patches, most noteably his unusual white streak that runs down his chest, stomach and then across his inner right thigh. He has a handsome face, that often shows a stoical look.
Personality: Lust for life! If there is something going on Odynn is there, he's a happy go lucky young tom but completely naive when it comes to sex.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): He was born with papers and plans to be a show cat. Ribbons and awards were pretty much on the cards so his early life was that of a primped and pampered indoor cat. No time to be a kitten, he was expected to perform. Unfortunately for his owners Odynn wasn't great at shows, would never stand up straight to be examined which lead to a few scratched and angry judges. His show life over he was sold to a well off young couple living in London who let him be a cat and although he is 19 he is making up for his lost kittenhood. He likes dirt, forks, fighting and climbing, things his previous life never allowed.
Anything Else: Would be fun to be chummy with the other toms!
You all know what he looks like: www.flickr.com/photos/35214749@N03/sets/72157623508187482/
Writing Sample:
Odynn snuck quietly out of the cat flap of the basement appartment where he lived, he stopped and took a long inhale of air, it was cool and fresh after the drizzle of that morning. The pavement was wet and the soggy Autumn leaves were piled up against the black railings of the townhouses. Their smell was earthy, damp but rich. London felt so homely after a good rain.
He ran, paws springing across the wet pavement, thick white tipped tail flying out behind him for balance. This was a good morning to be out.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego):
Nickname(s): Dynny
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Hasn't really discovered it. We'll see where it goes.
Age (Human Years): 19
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): None
Appearance: Odynn is a thoroughbred Norwegian forest cat with fairly long haired thick coat, perfect for dealing with cold. His coat is mostly mottled silver grey with black tabby stripes but has a yellow base and a few white patches, most noteably his unusual white streak that runs down his chest, stomach and then across his inner right thigh. He has a handsome face, that often shows a stoical look.
Personality: Lust for life! If there is something going on Odynn is there, he's a happy go lucky young tom but completely naive when it comes to sex.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): He was born with papers and plans to be a show cat. Ribbons and awards were pretty much on the cards so his early life was that of a primped and pampered indoor cat. No time to be a kitten, he was expected to perform. Unfortunately for his owners Odynn wasn't great at shows, would never stand up straight to be examined which lead to a few scratched and angry judges. His show life over he was sold to a well off young couple living in London who let him be a cat and although he is 19 he is making up for his lost kittenhood. He likes dirt, forks, fighting and climbing, things his previous life never allowed.
Anything Else: Would be fun to be chummy with the other toms!
You all know what he looks like: www.flickr.com/photos/35214749@N03/sets/72157623508187482/Writing Sample:
Odynn snuck quietly out of the cat flap of the basement appartment where he lived, he stopped and took a long inhale of air, it was cool and fresh after the drizzle of that morning. The pavement was wet and the soggy Autumn leaves were piled up against the black railings of the townhouses. Their smell was earthy, damp but rich. London felt so homely after a good rain.
He ran, paws springing across the wet pavement, thick white tipped tail flying out behind him for balance. This was a good morning to be out.
