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 Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:45 pm
 Journal for Novablu's Free Collars < 3
+No thieving mah kitties, please. I love them too much!
+Please don't post here; this is for my use only. If you need to get ahold of me, PM me or AIM me. =D
+My characters are just that -- mine. I've worked hard thinking their looks and personalities up, so please don't take them.
+Just in case one of my characters dislikes one of your characters? It's nothing personal -- their personalities just don't mesh! I have nothing against you as a RP'er!
+I'm friends to everyone unless they give me a reason not to be, so never be shy about contacting me!
+I'm always up for RP -- I especially love Informals!
+My AIM is LykosEcho, my email is chaotic_storms@hotmail.com, and you can always PM me ^__^
~novii
Page 1:
Name - Gender - Breed - Rank - Needed RP To Grow
+Impulse - Male - Ragdoll - Master - None
+Patch - Male - Siberian - Noob - None {Growth Pending}
+Kiba - Male - Exotic - Collared - Finish 2 Started Formals//Decollaring
+Anansi - Female - Ragdoll - Collared - {Growth Ready}
+Roulette - Male - Havana Brown - Collared - None {Growth Pending}
+Aki - Male - Siberian/Manx - Collared - None {Growth Pending}
+Novik - Male - Somali - Collared - None {Growth Pending}
Page 2:
Name - Gender - Breed - Rank - Needed RP To Grow
+Sassy - Male - Savannah - Noob -Needs 2 Formals
+Shiver - Female - Oriental - Master - Not Here Yet
+Remedy - Male - LaPerm - Collared - Finish 1 Formal, Needs 1 Formal, 1 Informal Finished/Decollaring
+Khloe - Female - Ragdoll - Collared - Finish 1 Formal, Needs 2 Informal/Decollaring
+Angel - Female - Am. Ringtail - Master - None
+Venus - Female - Ocicat - Novice - Needs 4 Formals, 4 Informals
+Mercy - Female - Selkirk Rex - Noob Pending - Needs 3 Formals, 4 Informals, Territory Joining
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+Grow Kiba/Anansi/Remedy/Khloe next
+No rush on Venus/Sassy to grow.
+Ask to grow Sassy to Novice, Venus to Master without changing their art.
+Shiver & Angel are RL comms.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:58 pm
Name: Impulse
Nickname(s): Imp, Impu
Age: 17 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Ragdoll
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Master
Territory: The Ruins
Mother: [IC] Stonecreek When Pigs Fly "Macy"
Father: [IC] Stonecreek Rumor Has It "Rumor"
Siblings: Several, but none that he knows.
Lover: Marshall
Offspring: NA
Hair: Silver and in-his-face, usually streaked with color -- bright color. The day he stops dying it will be the day he goes bald.
Skin: Pale complexion
Eyes: Ice blue
Fur: White with seal-gray points
Style: Quirky. His own. He mix-matches things, but his wardrobe is unusually colorful. Often wears faded jeans, worn and torn and his tops are loose and comfortable, splattered with the colors of the rainbow, or baggy hoodies. He collects armwarmers and belt-buckles, in various styles.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky. Overly-sensitive. Nosy. Friendly. Worries.
Likes: Color. Lots of it. Trinkets and "fun" jewelry. Himself. Healthy food. Beauty. People who make him feel worthwhile and loved. Peace. Midnight. Starseeking. Painting nails.
Dislikes: Junk food. People with god complexes. The wee hours of dawn. Sports. Feet (especially socked feet). Being lonely.
Background: Impulse was born at a cattery, to a pair of finely bred, pedigreed Ragdoll showcats. He was a pet quality kitten who was sold to a lady named Amelia Klaven, who took that kitten home and pampered him. He was given only the finest quality chicken and fish and vegetables, never red meat, as that was unhealthy. Amelia was Vegan, and her animals were all on healthy foods. She lived on a small, homey ranch, complete with horse barn and horses. However, shortly after he arrived, Amelia realized she was allergic to cat dander. Instead of getting rid of him, she made him an outside cat and kept him healthy and happy. He, as a kitten, saw nothing wrong with sleeping on top of the horses' backs or in a bundle of straw. He was happy and he had a collar. A home. She even bought another cat, a uppity female named Holle, to keep him company.
One day, Amelia didn't come out to the barn. The cats and horses were left unfed and unwatered. Days drug on. Holle and Impulse, sure they caught mice and baby rabbits, but the horses were left to be hungry. Finally, a man came and took care of them. He sold the horses and dumped the cats in the local shelter, stripped from their collars. Seems Amelia's heart had given out. The cats were together for a few days, locked in the shelter's cold and unfriendly cages. Impulse was scared to death. That fear drove him to escape a woman who had decided to adopt him. He'd scratched her deep in an effort to get away and he just ran. Ran to the city, to where the lights were on the horizon.
Currently: Currently Impulse has met Marshall's sister, Belle -- who dislikes him for 'stealing' her big brother away. He yearns for her affections...all the while, he and Marhsall are sharing a little affection of their own!
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:00 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:18 am
Name: Patch
Nickname(s): Patchie, Patches
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Breed: Siberian
Preference: Straight
Rank: Master
Territory: Yorino Apartments
Mother: [IC] Ophelia
Father: [IC] Cobalt
Siblings: None, he was the only surviving kitten in his litter.
Lover: Phoebe
Offspring: NA
Hair: Deep red and careless with a brushed-his-hand-through-it look
Skin: Dark, almost mocha
Eyes: Pale gold
Fur: Brown mottled with black through it.
Style: His style was once a ragged assortment of off-colored clothes, but since he started living with Phoebe, he's been dressing nicer. Straight black jeans and an untucked, loose white silk button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the few top buttons undone. Wears a black leather collar with a golden angel's wing hanging at the base of his throat and several gold piercings in his ears.
Personality: Confident, but never cocky. Stubborn. Fiercely loyal. Smooth. Friendly. Spooks at loud noises.
Likes: The streets. Being a 'guardian angel' to people who need it. Fried foods. Black coffee with three sugars. Being strong and healthy. Children. Phoebe. Did I say Phoebe?
Dislikes: Grooming (he's getting better at it). Girls with attitudes (yet he adores Phoebe). Guns or loud noises. Fire. Water.
Background: Patch was named for the splotch of white on his otherwise solid-colored body. He was the only surviving kitten in a litter, given to a young woman by the name of Kennedy Grace. She had cancer and Patch came into her life just as she was going through chemo. He became the reason she fought to live, her 'guardian angel'. They lived together in the apartments. Patch, getting a little cocky and believing his woman -his- began to mark territory and she had to get rid of him because of the landlord. It hurt her alot. She loved him. She took him out to an old farmhouse, to a place she knew, and dropped him off there without a collar.
He returned to the city and became streetwise, but he never really gave up on her. He lurked around the apartments, stalking her but never letting her see him. He was lonesome. He missed house life, even if he was adapting to loner life. One day, a fire overtook the apartments and he found her screaming for the little kitten left in her apartment. He braved the fire and brought the little cat home to her, telling the kitten to be Kennedy's guardian angel. And he left. He never looked back, determined to save someone who needed saving.
Currently: He met a sassy little girl called Phoebe, who carries around a nailbat with bloodstains. However, instead of being intimidated by her, he's in love with her -- and he's certain he can make it work between them. She's receptive, so far, and he's loyal as a puppy dog. They're in their cute and cuddly stage, but drama is sure to pop up sooner than later!
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:27 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:34 am
Name: Kiba
Nickname(s): Kibs, Kiki
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Breed: Exotic
Preference: Bisexual
Rank: Collared
Territory: None
Mother: [IC] Shiva
Father: [IC] Kadence
Siblings: Several, but none that he knows.
Lover: NA
Offspring: NA
Hair: Short-cropped, white-blond and a little messy
Skin: Fair-skinned
Eyes: Olivine green
Fur: Black and white, smooth with tuxedo markings.
Style: Tight blue jeans, random colorful writing/drawing on them with a sharpie, a baggy black hoodie with a front pocket.
Pose: Something similar to the ref -- nervous/shy looking, hands stuffed in his pockets.
Reference: Kiba
Personality: Quiet. Soft-spoken. Peace-loving. Fearful of new situations and strangers, but craves attention.
Likes: Rain and clouds. Summer. Reading. The sun in his fur. Canned catfood, salmon flavored, preferrably.
Dislikes: Snow. The cold. Large groups. Feeling foolish.
Background: Kiba was born to two loving parents, as the runt of the litter. His mother doted on him more than any of the other kittens -- he had her green eyes. The family was content to live in the fenced-in garden behind the house.
Then the humans came. Little humans, big humans, all there to see the cuddly little kittens. Kiba made his mother proud -- he loved on every one, purring for them, licking their hands and then always returned to Shiva's side. An older man finally picked him out and carried him off. Kiba was sure he'd see his mother again -- they were just going on a ride. But days turned into weeks, and he wished he'd said goodbye to her...
Nevertheless, his human fed him canned food daily, let him sleep on the furniture and scratched his chin. He played lazer-mouse with him and got him toy after toy, spoiling the cat rotten. In return, Kiba never scratched up anything. They became inseparable -- when the man left the house, Kiba missed him terribly and wouldn't touch his food. If the man went on vacation, Kiba went hungry and cried every night and when he came back, Kiba was so happy to see him. Life was good...
Until one day the man placed Kiba on the doorstep of the apartments and left in a big white van. Kiba, afraid of the big wide world, hunkered nearby, never letting the apartments out of his sight. After awhile, the man didn't come back, so Kiba began to wander, looking for food, hungry and alone. He soon found himself lost. Later, when Achilles helped him find the place again, he was shooed off by the man's son. Destined to be a stray? Perhaps...
Decollaring Story: TBA
Currently: Kicked out of his home by his ill master's brother, Kiba went looking for another home. With a plot in mind, he found himself in the home of a young boy who seemed to love him -- but allergies put the poor Exotic back to being a stray. He's sad, but taking the news rather well. Currently on the search to find out why Free Collars love being free so darn much.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 11:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:50 pm
Name: Anansi
Nickname(s): Nan, Nansi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Breed: Ragdoll
Preference: Straight
Rank: Collared
Territory: None
Mother: Merlei [IC]
Father: Cia [IC]
Siblings: 2 siblings -- she doesn't know them.
Lover: Kayden
Offspring: NA
Hair: Pale blond hair, kept in a short, maybe spiky/punky style, bright colors in her bangs, possibly with her red collar-ribbon in her hair with a spider clasp.
Skin: Pale-fair complexion
Eyes: Icy blue
Fur: White with lilac points, long and luxurious
Style: Unknown as of yet.
Pose: Standing with her legs splayed, one arm at her side, the other reaching towards the 'screen' in a peace-sign. Her head should be tilted to the side, one eye closed in an ornery wink, and her tongue should be sticking out -- a stud in the middle.
Personality: Bouncy. Fun-loving. In-Your-Face. Cheerful. Social. Flirty.
Likes: Garbage and dumpster diving. Boys. Parties. Mice. Leather jewelry. Earrings. Making mischief. Little kids.
Dislikes: Idiots. Human men. Heavy clothing or jackets. Fear and anxiety. Big dogs. Guns.
Background: Anansi was born to a pair of cats who were bred to let the family see the "beauty" of nature. With a loving mom and a gruff father, Anansi grew up beside her siblings. When they were 10 weeks old, a girl and her parents came to see the kittens. The girl, Mira, decided that Anansi was perfect.
But Anansi wasn't perfect. She got into trouble...alot. She pulled down drapes, shattered vases, tortured the family bird, played in the toilet. She was ornery and would often dive-bomb their feet in the morning. Mira loved her, though, and would often dress her up in baby clothes and made her dance. Yet she loved her girl.
Once Anansi grew up, and was no longer a cute, cuddly kitten, the family grew tired of her antics. She resorted to scratching the couch up in a temper and it got her put outside. Taking this as a sign, she hopped the fence and headed into the city, never to bother them again. But being a social cat, she was fine with this and the transition wasn't hard.
Currently: Roaming, free and happy. She's met a boy, Kayden, who she likes...but isn't sure about, quite yet. She's met a few friends and is happy being a stray. She can't wait to lose the ribbon tied around her neck, but she can't seem to manage quite on her own!
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:52 pm
Name: Roulette
Nickname(s): Rou
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Breed: Havana Brown
Preference: Straight
Rank: Collared
Territory: None
Mother: Kaia [IC]
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Lover: Saeriel
Offspring: NA
Hair: Short but a little shaggy, a deep chocolate brown.
Skin: Pale complexion
Eyes: Aqua blue
Fur: Sleek and shiny in hues of chocolate.
Style:
Personality: Cool. Confident. A little cocky. Restless. A little cynical. Easily annoyed/angered. A thief and sometimes a liar.
Likes: Night time. The city. Flirting. Girls. Sae. The thrill of the chase. Sleeping curled up with other cats. Not needing anyone.
Dislikes: Two-legs. Littering. Gunshots. Being caught in the act. People grabbing his tail, ears or scruff. That horrible jingle bell collar. Pirates.
Background: He only knew his mom, not the rest of his family. He was taken away at a young age by a young couple. He revolted with anger issues, destroying several pieces of their furniture. Yet, they seemed to love him and cuddle him even more, feeling he just needed attention.
However, he grew to like the family. The man would play with him when he got home from work and the woman often scratched his chin. He accepted their food and their adorations...at least until they brought home a screaming child.
The baby drove him nuts. He never once harmed it, though he dreamed of scratching it when it shrieked. Finally, he could take it no more. It wasn't like the family needed him anyways, with a new child. He took the first opportunity and ran, straight into the icy air. It was just unfortunate for him that he wore the dreaded jinglebell collar.
Decollaring Story: Saeriel hovered over him, blade at his throat, drawing chilly against his skin. This was it -- he was dead. She was an assassin and he was her victim. He pressed his eyes shut, but the pain never came, instead coming a ripping sound. His eyes fluttered open to see her holding that damned collar, faux red velvet and bells... He reached up, touching his bare throat, jaw dropping open just a bit. "I..." He paused, looking away and feeling the skin worn down by that collar. "Thank you..." He was a freecollar now, once and for all. {Adapted from the RP "Beautiful Girl"}
Currently: With Sae. He's unsure how he feels about the sassy, yet sensitive girl. He likes her...alot...but he's unsure how to react. He's never had a relationship last more than a few nights before. He's helping Sae find her kidnapped sister, Faye.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:54 pm
Name: Aki
Nickname(s): Don't call him anything else.
Age: Undecided
Gender: Male
Breed: Siberian-Manx mix
Preference: Unknown
Rank: Collared
Territory: The Plaza
Mother: Hikari
Father: Aidan
Siblings: Itsuki [brother] and Kanaye [brother]
Lover: Too young
Offspring: NA
Hair: 20: This style, in ruby red.
Skin: Pale-fair
Eyes: Jade green
Fur: Creamy mocha base with rust markings, medium length fur with a fluffy bobbed tail.
Style: Undecided
Personality: Calm to the point of being considered lazy. Smooth. Self-assured. Moody. Thrill-seeker. Can get icy, if provoked. Dominant. Likes to toy with some people. Only cares about himself.
Likes: His family. Fresh fish. Fried foods. The moon, especially when it's a crescent. Darkness or twilight. Thunderstorms and rain. Danger. Reading (horror/thrillers) when he's in a softer mood. Tails (he wishes he had one). Being clean.
Dislikes: Mornings. Manga (he doesn't see the point in books with pictures). Fowl of any sort. Thieves. Close-contact, unless he's doing the touching. Loud/obnoxious people. His big ears (he's self-conscious of them) or drawing any sort of attention to them.
Background: Aki is the third son of a litter of triplets, born to Hikari and Aidan, although Aidan wasn't around for their birth. Hikari raised them, keeping them in an abandoned bookstore. Aki and his brothers were found by humans while Hikari was away.
Aki was given to a young man, a bachelor in college. Aki was named after his autumn-colored coat, the same color as the man's hair. Since he was young when he was picked up, he took to human-life fairly easily. He wasn't a typical kitten at first -- he was content just to lay by the window, watching the birds. He was happy to be picked up by his man, hugged and cuddled and his chin scratched. He never scratched the furniture or climbed the drapes. He was considered lazy, almost.
One day, the man came home with a girlfriend. Unlike the others, she stuck around, then moved in. She and Aki didn't see eye to eye. And she had a dog. Everything changed. Aki went from being terrified of it, to tricking and teasing it. He'd claw it, just to hear it yelp. He'd hiss at it just to have it chase him around the house. The dog would scream as the kitten clung to his back, knocking over chairs and into the couch in a frantic attempt to get away. Soon, the dog would cower when he saw Aki.
The girlfriend got mad and threw him out. He considered sticking around, then decided he'd have much more fun on his own. After finding a few more dogs to taunt in the neighborhood and a close call -- or had it been if he'd had a tail! -- he decided to head back to the place from his dreams... A bookstore.
Decollaring Story:
He looked through the fence as the little dog threw himself at it. Aki sneered down at the dachshund as it bark-bark-barked and he had the wish to strike it upon the nose just to see it go cowering back to it's owner. He reached a paw through and slashed at it, missing. It paced the ground, whining. "Oh give it a freaking rest, mutt," he snapped down at it, bobbed tail lashing to and fro. The dog barked again, then meandered away. Aki watched it go with a mix of anger at being ignored and sadness at having his game removed. "Oy! Back here, now!" He jumped to the top of the fence, teetering for a moment as he waltzed on the top.
The dog came rushing back just as a human boy skateboarded past and gave Aki a rough shove over with a laugh. Aki bristled, fell, and collided with the dog, who leapt atop him, biting and nipping. Aki shrieked in fury, swiping the dog several times, but the dachshund was brainddead. Scrambling, he tried to get through the fence, leaping for an exit, safety! Darnit! He was caught!
The dog bit his tail and he squealed again, tears springing to his eyes. "DAMNIT!" He wasn't one to curse, but the words left his lips quickly. He gave another lunge, claws scraping at the ground, and there was pressure on his throat. Then, suddenly, he fell through and got free. Free! Looking back, he saw the blue and green pain in the rump lying there. He didn't look back after that, just took off like a bat out of hell, to nurse his painful stub of a tail. Maybe he'd think twice about taunting dogs again... Maybe not.
Currently:
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:56 pm
Name: Novik
Nickname(s): Novi and Vik, who are two separate personalities.
Age: Undetermined
Gender: Male
Breed: Somali
Preference: Undetermined
Rank: Collared
Territory: The University
Mother: Alice
Father: Dhiren
Siblings: Belial, Iukinia, Tempette, Barayas and Emily
Lover: Too young!
Offspring: NA
Hair: Unknown
Skin: Pale-fair
Eyes: Pale gold
Fur: Russet red, cream and dusty chocolate -- his coat is medium length with longer fur on his tail.
Style: Unknown
Personality:
Novik has two distinct personalities that share the same body. Novi is soft and gentle, cares for everyone and is a little submissive and sometimes oblivious. He loves his parents, especially Alice, and often goes for 'hugs' and comfort. He doesn't understand why his siblings dislike mix-breeds -- he can't see anything wrong with them. Novi is horrified at the way his "brother" (as he can only see him as such) treats other cats.
Vik is stronger, darker -- cool-as-a-cucumber and almost unattached, he sees other breeds as 'half' of a cat. It disgusts him. Weakness also disgusts him. He likes to mess with Novi -- tell him things, hype him up -- and then let him figure stuff out on his own.
Likes: {Novi}: Hugs. Feeling wanted/needed. Icecream. Alice. Being home. Little kids who pet him. Playing outdoors. // {Vik}: Being respected. Teasing Novi (he gets a sadistic glee out of it). His siblings (for the most part). A warm place to sleep. Being a pureblood.
Dislikes: {Novi}: Getting his tail pulled or his ears tugged on. Teenage humans. Spicy food. Being scolded. // {Vik}: Weakness. Stupidity. Mixed breed cats. Cars.
Background: Novik was born in the University to Alice and Dhiren, both pureblooded Somalis. He has 5 other brothers and sisters, some of which are pretty elitist over being purebloods. At a young age, Novi didn't show any sign of being a dual-personality -- he was the normal bouncy child who was maybe a little needy of his mother.
Some people at the University found the kittens and took them to the local pet store, where the Somalis were put in a glass cage with a pricetag on their heads... A high pricetag. Novik underwent trauma by being taken away from his parents -- which is when his second personality sprung to life. He was taken by a young girl and her family, where they nursed his fears and loved him. In return, he was a good cat. He was even given a collar of his own. For once since he left his mom, Novi was happy. He never wanted his good fortune to end.
But of course, it did. The little girl cried and held him tight as her parents packed up. They got into the car and with a final kiss to Novi's nose, they took off. He sat on the doorstep crying for days, uncertain of where to go before he actually got bold and decided to look around. He was hungry and tired of crying... He missed his mom. And his siblings.
He had to find the University. He wanted to go...home.
Decollaring Story: Novi never wanted to lose his collar. He loved it -- it was his only tie to his little girl, the girl who had cried when she left, hugging him and placing him on the doorstep. He had cried as she drove away. He'd cried so hard... Hand on his collar as he dozed off, Novi quickly fell asleep.
As dawn broke, Vik awoke, a little surprised. He rarely got to be the leader of their body, damned it... Novi must've had a nightmare and called on him subconsciously. Vik stretched and sat up in bed. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and sneered, his innocent face twisted. That damned collar... He reached up, tugging at it. It didn't budge. With a hiss, he wrenched the door open and sulked down the hall, finding a classroom quite easily. Pocketing the scissors, he went back to his room -- Novi's room -- and looked in the mirror.
Weakness... Why was he always surrounded by weakness? He sneered at himself, ears flat against his head. And stuck in such a weakling child's body, too! Pulling the collar away from his neck, he slipped the scissors inside and clipped. The collar -- Novi's precious collar -- fell to the table and Vik inspected the scar on his neck. That was alot more impressive than a pink girly collar, he decided with a thump of scissors on the dresser.
Pleased with himself, Vik strode off, determined to make the most of his time as the leader.
Currently: Headed home -- he's asked Patch for help back to the Ongaku University and the angel-cat has agreed. Now Novi can't wait to see Alice and Dhiren.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:57 pm
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