Post by Quaxo on Dec 23, 2010 12:42:28 GMT -5
Name: Quaxo
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): When he lived with his family they called him Ghost, a name that he rather likes.
Nickname(s): Q, X, he sometimes goes by Ghost still.
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): None (probably Jellicles soon)
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Bendy
Age (Human Years): 21
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Parents left he and his brother Mistoffelees when they were kits.
Appearance: Quaxo has entirely white fur naturally, but has recently taken to dying it as he feels that the white makes him appear weak. It is currently all black except for his spiked purple hair. He is rather thin and small, though with a decent muscle tone. He looks to be a few years younger than he really is due to his small size and his style choices. He is most often seen in skin tight jeans and name brand t-shirts which show off his slightly feminine though decently toned figure.
Personality: Quaxo is very sure of himself and confident to a fault. He is very vocal about any topics of conversation which interest him or which he has any opinion on at all, regardless of whether they were meant to include him or not. Though he may at first glance seem to be rather blind to the ways of the world, he is in fact much wiser than most would give him credit for. He can lie through his teeth without hesitation and has a knack for coming up with intricate plans for his various (mis)deeds. He also has a natural flair for accents and sweet talking his way out of trouble. He uses his boyish good looks to his advantage, often winning the hearts of queens and toms alike. Quaxo also has something of a sixth sense with regards to reading people *cough* magic *cough.* If he meets someone, he can almost automatically tell you what kind of person they are, if they are lying or telling the truth, and how they are feeling at the time (think empathetic link if that means anything to you). He also has claustrophobia which manifests itself if he is anywhere smaller than a shower stall, turning him from his usual confident self into a quivering, hyperventilating ball on the floor.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Quaxo was born on the streets in a rough neighborhood, he was almost left for dead by his parents, who really hadn’t wanted a kitten. They ultimately decided to keep him, however, if only due to the fact it would give them another cohort in petty crime once he got old enough. However, when he was four years old, his mother gave birth to another cat, his brother Mistoffelees. They ditched his brother on the street, not wanting to deal with another kit, which left Quaxo with the choice of following them or tending to the young one. He felt the fear and innocence coming off of the new born kit, and couldn’t help but go back to him – he hasn’t seen his parents since.
Not long after this he and Misto were caught in a back alley, trying to scrounge up some scraps. They were taken by a young human and turned in to the pound, where after much fighting and howling they were separated – he has not seen his brother since. He had planned on running away from his adopted family as soon as he got the chance, but they moved to another city, crushing any thoughts he may have had of escaping and finding Misto.
He always kept prepared waiting for the family to go back to the city where he was born. They finally did, just for a vacation to visit some relatives, and Quaxo stowed away in their car with a rucksack and his fingers crossed. Once they got to the city he ditched the family and immediately began searching for Mistoffelees. After some asking around, and a couple of close calls with some dangerous looking cats he finally found a lead. A cat matching his brothers unique colouring was seen at a place called the Jellicle junkyard.
Anything Else: Not really! Love to know what people think though.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): When he lived with his family they called him Ghost, a name that he rather likes.
Nickname(s): Q, X, he sometimes goes by Ghost still.
Alliance (Jellicle, Macavity, Stray, House Pet, Other Tribe): None (probably Jellicles soon)
Bio Sex: Male
Gender (Optional): Male
Sexual Orientation (Optional): Bendy
Age (Human Years): 21
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): Parents left he and his brother Mistoffelees when they were kits.
Appearance: Quaxo has entirely white fur naturally, but has recently taken to dying it as he feels that the white makes him appear weak. It is currently all black except for his spiked purple hair. He is rather thin and small, though with a decent muscle tone. He looks to be a few years younger than he really is due to his small size and his style choices. He is most often seen in skin tight jeans and name brand t-shirts which show off his slightly feminine though decently toned figure.
Personality: Quaxo is very sure of himself and confident to a fault. He is very vocal about any topics of conversation which interest him or which he has any opinion on at all, regardless of whether they were meant to include him or not. Though he may at first glance seem to be rather blind to the ways of the world, he is in fact much wiser than most would give him credit for. He can lie through his teeth without hesitation and has a knack for coming up with intricate plans for his various (mis)deeds. He also has a natural flair for accents and sweet talking his way out of trouble. He uses his boyish good looks to his advantage, often winning the hearts of queens and toms alike. Quaxo also has something of a sixth sense with regards to reading people *cough* magic *cough.* If he meets someone, he can almost automatically tell you what kind of person they are, if they are lying or telling the truth, and how they are feeling at the time (think empathetic link if that means anything to you). He also has claustrophobia which manifests itself if he is anywhere smaller than a shower stall, turning him from his usual confident self into a quivering, hyperventilating ball on the floor.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Quaxo was born on the streets in a rough neighborhood, he was almost left for dead by his parents, who really hadn’t wanted a kitten. They ultimately decided to keep him, however, if only due to the fact it would give them another cohort in petty crime once he got old enough. However, when he was four years old, his mother gave birth to another cat, his brother Mistoffelees. They ditched his brother on the street, not wanting to deal with another kit, which left Quaxo with the choice of following them or tending to the young one. He felt the fear and innocence coming off of the new born kit, and couldn’t help but go back to him – he hasn’t seen his parents since.
Not long after this he and Misto were caught in a back alley, trying to scrounge up some scraps. They were taken by a young human and turned in to the pound, where after much fighting and howling they were separated – he has not seen his brother since. He had planned on running away from his adopted family as soon as he got the chance, but they moved to another city, crushing any thoughts he may have had of escaping and finding Misto.
He always kept prepared waiting for the family to go back to the city where he was born. They finally did, just for a vacation to visit some relatives, and Quaxo stowed away in their car with a rucksack and his fingers crossed. Once they got to the city he ditched the family and immediately began searching for Mistoffelees. After some asking around, and a couple of close calls with some dangerous looking cats he finally found a lead. A cat matching his brothers unique colouring was seen at a place called the Jellicle junkyard.
Anything Else: Not really! Love to know what people think though.