Post by Arion on Mar 15, 2011 6:06:28 GMT -5
Name: Arion
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): N/A
Nickname(s): Arry (and then random things like Spot/Spots due to his markings)
Alliance: Jellicle
Bio Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Age (Human Years): 17
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): N/A
Appearance: Arion is a silver Ocicat (kinda like this, but not as hard in the face), so silver grey with black spots. He has stripes on his limbs, tail and face, with hazel eyes. He’s a little shorter than the average cat his age, but he tries not to let that stop him. He usually wears modest clothing; jeans and a t-shirt.
Personality: Arion may seem to be as immature as others his age, but when he’s not around the boys he is quite mature. Sure, he tries to impress the ladies, but he tries not to be a jerk. He is able to have a deep conversation with someone, depending on the circumstances. He likes to climb things and sometimes gets himself in trouble because of that (like getting himself stuck). He’s also one who cannot resist a dare, which also gets him in trouble. There’s not a lot he wouldn’t do. He’s adventurous, always wanting to explore new places. He is quite social and isn’t afraid to throw himself in any situation. He secretly loves little toy mice, but won’t let anyone know. And shinies, he likes shiny things. He also has a large stuffed mouse that he cuddles when he sleeps. He’s affectionate, and sometimes a little too huggy, but it’s only because he cares and wants to show that. He’s comfortable with himself and the way he looks, and has a pretty tough skin.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Arion was born in a cattery for Ocicats. He wasn’t too happy there in those cramped conditions (and he longed to explore the outdoors), and so when he had the opportunity to escape he did. He wandered around for a while before finding the Jellicles. He liked the diversity (everyone was so spotted in the cattery), and he loved the sense of adventure (and how mischievous some of them were), so he decided to stay.
Anything Else: He’s sorta new, hasn’t been there that long, but he likes to hang out with the boys around his age.
Writing Sample:
His eyes are wide and alert, his tail twitching ever so slightly. He is crouched low to the ground, rear in the air, eying his prey. With the wriggle of his rear, he leaps forward and pounces, catching the little grey mouse with his front paws. He laughs softly to himself and throws the cat toy in the air, catching it and throwing it once more. No one knew about his little collection; what kind of seventeen year old loves toy mice? Sure, he could be out catching the real thing, but there was nothing like the soft fluff of fake fur. He throws the small object around his little den, blankets flying as he ducks under them. He stops abruptly, however, as he thinks he hears someone outside. He quickly stashes the toy and tidies his den as best he could, as well as smoothing his fur. He crawls towards the entrance and peers out, wondering if anyone was in fact there. He did not want anyone to know about his little secret.
Unable to see anyone, he retreats back into his den, retrieving the large stuffed mouse from his collection. He cuddles it, rubbing his face against the soft, smooth fur. He flops onto his back, holding the mouse at arm’s length to get a good look at it. He then draws it to his chest and cuddles it, rolling onto his side and curling up peacefully.
Alias(es) (ie. Human, Tribe, Alter Ego): N/A
Nickname(s): Arry (and then random things like Spot/Spots due to his markings)
Alliance: Jellicle
Bio Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Age (Human Years): 17
Relations (Parents, Siblings, etc.): N/A
Appearance: Arion is a silver Ocicat (kinda like this, but not as hard in the face), so silver grey with black spots. He has stripes on his limbs, tail and face, with hazel eyes. He’s a little shorter than the average cat his age, but he tries not to let that stop him. He usually wears modest clothing; jeans and a t-shirt.
Personality: Arion may seem to be as immature as others his age, but when he’s not around the boys he is quite mature. Sure, he tries to impress the ladies, but he tries not to be a jerk. He is able to have a deep conversation with someone, depending on the circumstances. He likes to climb things and sometimes gets himself in trouble because of that (like getting himself stuck). He’s also one who cannot resist a dare, which also gets him in trouble. There’s not a lot he wouldn’t do. He’s adventurous, always wanting to explore new places. He is quite social and isn’t afraid to throw himself in any situation. He secretly loves little toy mice, but won’t let anyone know. And shinies, he likes shiny things. He also has a large stuffed mouse that he cuddles when he sleeps. He’s affectionate, and sometimes a little too huggy, but it’s only because he cares and wants to show that. He’s comfortable with himself and the way he looks, and has a pretty tough skin.
Life Story (Important for Original Characters): Arion was born in a cattery for Ocicats. He wasn’t too happy there in those cramped conditions (and he longed to explore the outdoors), and so when he had the opportunity to escape he did. He wandered around for a while before finding the Jellicles. He liked the diversity (everyone was so spotted in the cattery), and he loved the sense of adventure (and how mischievous some of them were), so he decided to stay.
Anything Else: He’s sorta new, hasn’t been there that long, but he likes to hang out with the boys around his age.
Writing Sample:
His eyes are wide and alert, his tail twitching ever so slightly. He is crouched low to the ground, rear in the air, eying his prey. With the wriggle of his rear, he leaps forward and pounces, catching the little grey mouse with his front paws. He laughs softly to himself and throws the cat toy in the air, catching it and throwing it once more. No one knew about his little collection; what kind of seventeen year old loves toy mice? Sure, he could be out catching the real thing, but there was nothing like the soft fluff of fake fur. He throws the small object around his little den, blankets flying as he ducks under them. He stops abruptly, however, as he thinks he hears someone outside. He quickly stashes the toy and tidies his den as best he could, as well as smoothing his fur. He crawls towards the entrance and peers out, wondering if anyone was in fact there. He did not want anyone to know about his little secret.
Unable to see anyone, he retreats back into his den, retrieving the large stuffed mouse from his collection. He cuddles it, rubbing his face against the soft, smooth fur. He flops onto his back, holding the mouse at arm’s length to get a good look at it. He then draws it to his chest and cuddles it, rolling onto his side and curling up peacefully.