Alonzo

[Alonzo]

Artness by:Mu-nin
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Name: Alonzo

Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): His numans called him ying-yang, seeing he was both black and white.

Nickname(s): 'Lonz

Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): Jellicle

Bio Sex: Manish

Gender (Optional): Very Manish

Sexual Orientation (Optional): Strictly into the gals. Sure he will give a tom a once over but he wont -ever- touch. Even with the smoothest talking and moves from Tugger. Cold showers and thinking of dead puppies is a wonderful thing to get ones mind back into a good place.

Age (Human Years): 23

Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Rumors that he is part of that messy family of Munkustrap/Macavity/Tugger, but just rumors. He was a stray, found just wondering around. He was smart enough to convince some fool family to feed him and care for him with his yeowling. Idiots.

Appearance: He must have had one very awkward teenage stage. Being nearly all limbs, he filled out within the rest of his body at last. No more 'Gumby' Nick-name for him. Who the hell is Gumby anyways? Ahem, yes. Black and white tom with a scruffy little goatee going on, seeing he is too lazy to trim it. Seen in khaki cargo pants with a brown leather belt, no shoes and very rarely a shirt.

Personality: He is a mix of Tugger, Munkustrap, and Pounce all in one. He can be as suave and careless as the RTT, strutting around and flirting with the queens till they ither paw at him or go hork up a hair ball. He knows when its time to call it quits with the care free additude however and when to stand up to the plate and take responsibility, ither in watching over things when Muku is gone, or when he feels like getting bonus points with the ladies. And of course he cant deny that he still has that young mischief in him, and can commonly be found pulling pranks with his bromance buddy, Plato. Yes. Its guy love between two guys.

Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Born a stray and raised on the streets, it all seems a bit blurry to him. He has a 'home' with some kids and adults that feed him and take him to the vet. Beyond that his life has just been that of any other street cat.

Anything Else: Naddaaaa

Writing Sample:
Morning, or was it afternoon? Whatever time it was the sun was up and that made for the hard to sleep. Groaning he fumbled around with his foot to try and find anything to cover his head with..but instead found the soft squish of another person. Yep, that worked like a bucket of ice water. Sitting up straight the tom glanced down twords his feet where Plato slept curled up.
Panic stuck the tom as he recounted the events of the past night...but came up blank. Shit.