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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:17 pm
Name: Sebastian
Nickname(s): Sassy
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Breed: Savannah
Preference: Straight
Rank: Noob
Territory: Rogue
Mother: [IC] Trinity
Father: [IC] Sascha
Siblings: Cambridge
Lover: Gwin
Offspring: NA
Hair: Blond hair, cropped short with longer, layered bangs. Bangs are dipped in a dark kohl-violet.
Skin: Slightly tanned
Eyes: Gold
Fur: Mottled brown and black
Style: Loose black and green pants that hang low, a tight, sleeveless mesh top and glowsticks.
Personality: Rebellious, over-imaginitive, creative, maybe even artsy type, high-energy/high-spirited, a bit of a know-it-all, talks before he thinks about what he's saying, compulsive liar, loyal and protective, slightly possessive. acts more like a dog than a cat, can be a bit of a perv, likes licking things....
Likes: Dancing, art, raves and clubs, steak (medium rare), ice cream sundaes (with hot fudge!), car rides with Two-Legs, tasting things (almost has an obsession with it), card games, anything shiny, boobs (the bigger the better) and coffee (alot of caffeine)
Dislikes: People stepping on his feet in clubs, people stepping on him in general, his birth name and any derivative of his birth name, any green foods (it's not natural to eat green food!), gunshots or loud sounds.
Background: Sassy was the result of an experimental breeding. It turned out rather well, in the Two-Legs' opinions, but they only needed to keep two kittens from the litter to continue on with the bloodline. Sassy was a small kitten, almost as small as his runt sister. He was sold to a young man who didn't realize how big the breed actually got.
And Sassy liked to use his claws... A lot. He would shred the toilet paper and stretch it across the room as 'art'. He was hyper and would bounce from room to room and the man ended up having to walk him daily around the block, and even that only cut into his energy.
One day, the man took him in the car (ohboyacarride!) and took him out on harness and leash to a woody area. To Sassy's glee, the man let him free and Sassy decided to stretch his legs. Oh, running was glorious! He spent hours just running and resting, finally making his way back to his Two-Leg at dusk. But the man's car was gone and so was he.
Sassy, never having dwelled on the past for too long, set off for better things.
Currently: He's learning that he needs to be loyal if he wants to be with Gwin: Apparently, girls don't like it if you look at other girls and imagine them naked. Oh well... He's a reluctant "uncle" to Gwin and Impulse/Marshall's children, despite his uncertainty of the two males. But he wants to prove to Gwin that he'd be a great dad someday. His brother is coming to visit...
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:36 pm
Name: Kismet's Shiver 'N' Shine
Nickname(s): Shiver, Shiv
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Breed: Oriental Shorthair
Preference: Bisexual
Rank: Master
Territory: Rogue
Mother: [IC] Kismet's Fire 'N' Ice
Father: [IC] Willowridge Starlit
Siblings: Four; she doesn't know them.
Lover: None
Offspring: Deceased
Hair: White-blond in a spiky/layered style, dyed in pinks, purples, and teals.
Skin: Pale
Eyes: One blue, the other jade green.
Fur: Pure white
Style: Tight blue jeans with cuts through them, pink and black leggings showing through. A low-cut tank top with spaghetti straps, the sleeves a tight black mesh that billow out at the wrists. A pink jewel-studded collar.
Personality: She's bipolar and can switch moods with the drop of a hat. She's a dominant personality, but a submissive lover. The kind of girl who's a little afraid of commitment. She's strangely affectionate to the ones she loves, but it takes her a little while to get to know you. Different people can trigger different moods; but just wait awhile and she'll change cycles.
Good days-- Happy, impulsive, risk-taking, over-exciteable, laughs at stupid things, foolish, high energy.
Bad days-- Berserk, snappish, restless, snarky, sluggish, aloof, depressed, easily irritated.
Likes: Beautiful things, jewelry, sunsets, being free, midnight escapades, the thrill of the chase, friendships and lovers, reading sappy romance novels, kissing in the dark, painting and art.
Dislikes: Garbage-surfing (and those who enjoy it), being dirty, tough love, mother figures, people who dislike her or distrust her (even if she's given them a reason to), chicken.
Background: Shiver was born in a cattery in the states and raised to be family friendly, along with her siblings. She was the nicest looking of her litter -- the best specimen of her breed, and they planned on breeding her in the future. Her mood swings made them reconsider. She was a good cat, but unstable. They weren't sure if they wanted that to be passed on. They decided to sell her, shipping her overseas to an older couple. Unhappy because of the move and in a mood, she was destructive. They put her outside and she slept around with a few toms. She became pregnant at a young age. Surprising even to herself, Shiver settled a little, wanting to become a mother. She felt it would give her life meaning.
She miscarried the litter and it broke her. Spinning out of control, she trashed the garden and fled, away from the father of the unborn kittens, away from the old couple. Just away. She broke out of her collar, replacing it with a choker because she hated the look of that scar on her neck. She was unafraid of the freedom given to her, taken by her, and settled into a strange lifestyle of thievery from the markets and painting in the park.
Currently: Exploring the city, still in mourning of her babies...
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:37 pm
Shiver's RP Log
RPs In Chronological Order
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:39 pm
Name: Remedy
Nickname(s): Remie, Meddie
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Breed: LaPerm
Preference: Straight
Rank: Collared
Mother: NA
Father: NA
Siblings: NA
Lover: Too Young!
Offspring: NA
Hair: Pale white-blond with teal chunking
Skin: Soft tan
Eyes: Pale jade green
Fur: Mottled calico, long and tightly curled
Style: A casual rave/punk.
Personality: Easy-going, devil-may-care, carefree, reckless, with a flair for dramatics.
Likes:
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:44 pm
Name: Stonecreek Unusually Unusual "Khloe"
Nickname(s): Klo
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Breed: Ragdoll
Preference: Straight
Rank: Collared -- ready to grow
Mother: [IC] Stonecreek When Pigs Fly "Macy"
Father: [IC] Stonecreek Just Hold On "Hollis"
Siblings: Several, both full-blooded and half-blooded. Impulse is a half-brother, sharing the same mother.
Lover: Too young. Possibly Van.
Offspring: None
Hair: Dark hair in a rainbow mowhawk.
Skin: Pale-fair
Eyes: Blue-green
Fur: White and gray, long-haired.
Style: Punkish. Black tripp pants with silver chains and straps and lime green stitching and little lime green bows on the pockets. A tight corset top in hot pinks and blacks with skulls and crossbones on it. Pink/Lime glowsticks around her neck. Ears are pierced all the way up. Tight black and white striped armwarmers, dayglo orange painted nails.
Personality: Opinionated, wary of strangers, musically-inclined, stubborn-as-a-mule, impulsive, but afraid to get her hands dirty -- a slight germophobe. She's ashamed of her body, deep down. She's OCD and an insomniac. She'll probably be a flirt, just to see who she can attract, but will freak out when the person tries to get close and will back away quickly. Not patient. Highly sensitive to senses.
Likes: Fashion. Being herself. Flirting. Friends (when she learns to trust them). Boys. Cocky people. Attention. Dogs. Collecting trinkets (thanks to Impulse). Red meat, fully cooked. Nighttime.
Dislikes: Fish. Shrimp. Anything sea-food. Textures that are abrasive. Bad smells/tastes. Being touched by strangers. Sol.
Decollaring: Khloe had spent a lot of time on her own. It was her favorite pasttime...at least it was before she actually made friends. She also spent a lot of time in front of the mirror. She'd changed quite a bit, going from a gangling kid with braided hair and torn jeans, to being a gangling kid dressed up in Venus's wardrobe, to growing into her long legs and dying her hair rainbow and styling it into a mowhawk. A mowhawk fit her personality well.
It was the collar that didn't fit. She slowly unwrapped the scarf from around her neck, to finger the silver fabric of a showy collar beneath it. The collar was cutting into her skin, leaving a mark. She tugged at it. She could get one finger beneath the strip, but no more. It was getting tighter and tighter.
"So take it off," she muttered. Her eyes landed on a pair of hair cutting shears Impulse laid on the counter after trimming Marshall's hair. With a small smile, she reached for the shears and slipped one edge against her collar. The metal was cold against her throat. It took a bit of snipping, but finally the collar came off. She held it in her hands for many moments before sighing. Why did she feel so attached to it? She'd left behind the show-scene and had found her long-lost brother. She was going to be an aunt. "Put the past behind you," she said, her voice soft. She dropped the collar into the trashcan and turned away. She was a Freecollar now. Nothing would stand in the way of her destiny.
Background: Khloe was born at a cattery, to show-cat parents. She was pick of the litter and entered in kitten shows as soon as she hit the right age. She won ribbon after ribbon for her conformation, but she was never happy with being in a cage, being handled by a judge. She liked the attention, sure, and the ribbons and trophies weren't bad, but she wasn't like her mother, who adored the show life.
Born with heightened senses, sometimes shows were hell on her. She hated the smells, hated the bright lights, hated the loud sounds. She grew distant and grumpy and, during one show, scratched the judge and ran away. She hid until someone opened a door, even through a mass of screaming people, and she ran to safety.
She wanted to find a real home, one where she could be loved but someplace calm. Instead, she found Impulse...her brother.
Currently: Between Venus and Impulse, Khloe's gone from rag-tag to punk-princess. She's growing into her gangly limbs and is feeling more confident about herself, growing each day. She sports a newly-christened mohawk because she feels it's her. She wants to be trained so she can fend off Sol if he tries to hurt her again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:50 pm
Name: Angel
Nickname(s): Princess
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Breed: American Ringtail
Preference: Bisexual with a preference towards men.
Rank: Master
Mother: Doesn't remember
Father: Doesn't remember
Siblings: Doesn't remember
Lover: NA
Offspring: Two sons that she doesn't really know; she was the surrogate for a gay couple.
Hair: Naturally red but bleached out and streaked with purple and green, in big ringlet curls.
Skin: Lightly tanned
Eyes: Green
Fur: Black with soft chocolate markings.
Style: Raver
Personality: Angel is typically fun-loving and impish, a little ornery and likes to tease. She flirts with anyone she thinks is cute and has been known to have raging hormones. She also likes to hit people for fun. Sometimes she doesn't know her own strength. Angel is too trustful -- she trusts all the wrong people, and sometimes it gets her hurt. She doesn't seem to notice until it's too late. She's a little emotional and cries easily, but gets over it quick.
Likes: The crack of dawn, nudity, glow sticks, being surprised, drinking, dancing, showing off, flirting, dying her hair, pretty things, movies, bright colors and random clothing, the thrill of hunting (but not the kill itself), and hot black coffee.
Dislikes: Tea, hangovers, darkness (unless it's a prelude to dawn), being bored, things that match, girls that wear too much makeup, people that wear too many layers of clothing, fatty foods, little children, her natural hair color (looks like blood!), blood itself, and reading.
Background: To be honest, Angel doesn't remember much. She can't recall anything before that day. She woke up in an alley in Ikebokuro, her clothes disheveled and her hair a mess and alcohol on her breath. She still doesn't know her name -- she became 'Angel' because that's what she found tattooed on her wrist in flowing letters, with a little paw print beside it. Probably the name of a lover, but she can't recall.
She's a little bit worried about this, but figures she might not want to remember. So she's started a new life here in Ikebokuro.
Currently: Angel was approached by two young toms looking to start a family. Not seeing the harm in it, she agreed to surrogate; she didn't like kids...at first. But as she carried the kittens, she fell in love with them. She gave them to their dads and now she mourns their loss; she found a fiery passion with a woman, but...she's just not sure of anything anymore.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:51 pm
Angel's RP Log
RPs In Chronological Order
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:53 pm
Name: Venus
Nickname(s): Venus
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Breed: Ocicat
Preference: Straight
Rank: Novice
Territory: Tanabatchi House
Mother: NA
Father: NA
Siblings: NA
Lover: Apollo
Offspring: Adonis, Sol, Luminara and Marrie
Hair: Carmel with white-blonde streaks in a layered style with some pulled back with sticks.
Skin: Light bronze
Eyes: Golden
Fur: Smooth-coated fur in a mottled gold-brown and black.
Style: Goddess-like and beautiful.
Personality: A little prissy due to her life as a show cat, she prefers to stay clean and beautiful, but she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty if one of her children or her dearest Apollo is in danger. She's a lot of a flirt and a little vain -- but how could you not be with beauty such as hers? -- but is kind-natured and nuturing, motherly, and loves everyone unless they give her a reason not to. She values her family above all else but tends to get jealous easily.
Likes: Cleanliness, being beautiful, her mirror, Apollo, her children <3, rain showers and thunderstorms, shiny things, diamonds, flirting with cute men just to see what they do, friendship, mice (but not catching them herself), books and mythology, her grandchildren.
Dislikes: Being dirty, being alone, when Apollo leaves, having to share her "babies" with their friends/lovers, cheaters, hunting, fighting.
Background: Venus was a spoiled show-cat -- a ribbon winning show cat, thanks. She was doing well in the rings, impressed all the judges, and she had a list of people who wanted future kittens from her to carry on her bloodline. However, during one of the shows, things got mixed up and Venus found herself all alone on the streets. She haunted the fairgrounds the show was at for days, but she never found her humans. She ended up finding a few stray friends and her lover, Apollo, and she's had four kittens with him -- but they are grown up now.
Currently: Currently with Apollo and pondering going on an adventure with him, just the two of them. Her daughter, Marrie, just had a litter of kittens... Venus is a grandma!
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:57 pm
Name: Mercedes
Nickname(s): Mercy
Age: 20 years
Gender: Female
Breed: Selkirk Rex
Preference: Straight
Rank: Master
Mother: NA
Father: NA
Siblings: NA
Lover: Unknown
Offspring: NA
Hair: Black and straight, coming down to low-shoulder.
Skin: Rich tan.
Eyes: Burnt umber gold
Fur: Soot and cream with faint tiger marks
Style: Sassy and beautiful.
Personality: Bold, pushy and outspoken, stubborn, pessimistic, compulsive liar, vain.
Likes:
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Background:
Currently:
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:58 pm
Mercy's RP Log
RPs In Chronological Order
1: FIND RPS
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:59 pm
Name: Cambridge
Nickname(s): Bridge
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Breed: Savannah
Preference: Straight
Rank: Master
Territory: Club Faylinn
Mother: [IC] Trinity
Father: [IC] Sascha
Siblings: Sassy
Lover: Never
Offspring: NA
Hair: Pale blond with a bit of curl, dyed deep red at the ends
Skin: Fair
Eyes: Gold
Fur: Mottled brown and black
Style: Different layers, a sun pendant, belts that hold knives and glowsticks.
Personality: Formal, soft-spoken, honest, has a temper at times, sexual.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background: TBA
Currently:
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