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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:21 pm
 Lord, this is so a work in process. Bear with me here. Info will be gradually added, erased, moved, pat on the head, and bribed with Twinkies. { -insert a better.... introductory post here!- }
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:23 pm
Rules. Huh. Not as if Cats will listen to them.. but... !
Ok, here's the deal. I'm human. I'm a rather pathetic human at that. I do not have the superior negotiating skills of a cat, nor do I have the awesome ability of being able to sleep with my spine in a twisted knot. That being said, I have many flaws. These rules are not so much of rules... as they are a guideline to my pathetic ways. So I should just call this a fact post, but I'm lazy.
These might change in the future. Heck, they might vanish for all I know. But I suppose I wanted to let everyone know how my brain works, so here:
1. No posting here. I can barely keep up with how I plan to layout my pet journals, having someone else add a post just fries my brain. Pm me if you need something. You will see the "Pm me" a lot, but eh. I swear I don't bite.
2. I have the memory span of a dead wombat. Scratch that, a dead wombat might have more memory than I. They are much cuter, too. If I am in an rp with you and I have failed to reply? It was because I was distracted by a shiny object. In the case of this, Pm me, poke me, slap me, do something. I'll get right on it.
3. On the topic of rp... I normally think my writing is poo. Nonetheless, I like to write when I can. If anyone see's a cat they wish to meet, I never mind a pm asking about it.
4. I do not write novels. Please do not expect a page per reply. I do try and make each formal reply a paragraph or more, and each informal more than a sentence or two at minimum. This does not mean I won't get carried away when into an rp, and put out a novel... it just meant every post won't be one, lol.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:26 pm
 Here comes the locomotive. Choo-Choo! Name: Train Nicknames: N/A (Though Loco, and Locomotive, have been whispered by me behind his back.) Age: 7 Gender: Male Species: Turkish Van
Current state? Collared Eye color: Golden Family: 2 brothers, and 1 sister. Never really knew their names, as each of them were given a loving home through adoption at the farm. Mother passed away not long ago due to sickness. Father was never known. Cert link
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:59 pm
He would give anything for a sunny day, some milk, a pat on the belly, and some chickens to chase, as long as none of the roosters where there to chase back.
Spending most of his life on a small farm, Train was raised by a young girl named Cathrine. He spent most of him time being spoiled, never really having to do much, not even being forced to chase any mice that came in from the fields. After all, that was what mousetraps were invented for in his mind. He would never admit that mice scared him, and that he normally lost to any mouse fight, but .. fighting was never his thing in the first place.
Train has a tendency to stutter when scared or nervous. Given that most of the time he is scared over something small, he stutters quite a lot. If one talks to him for long though, gradually he calms down. Usually. Normally when scared, Train also hides as quickly as he can. Him doing this however, is usually quick and without thought. He normally ends up in plain sight, not really hidden at all. Sometimes, he actually does hide under, and away from what he considers dangerous. While a survival skill, it was his downfall.
Living on a farm, there is usually nothing to really worry about, as the humans shoot anything that comes within a harmful distance of the farm animals. Despite this, they are not one to shoot stray dogs unless they actually do attack first. Lots of strays sometimes wander from a country home, only to wander back. Most strays there were not as much as a stray, but a pet tired of being cooped inside a small fence. With a shout, and a "Go back home!" from a human, trouble never really happens.
Train, the chicken that he is, happened to hide under the nearest thing he could find the day the large, black dog wandered onto their land. Sadly, it happened to be a truck delivering seed to his humans. Shaking, scared, and rather oblivious.. Train took a ride to the big city, where he now frantically tries to find a way home in vain.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 5:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 5:46 pm
 Why, hello there dearie! Name: Haruk Nicknames: Nothing suitable for a PG-13 site at this time. Feel free to try and remedy that if you dare. Age: 21 Gender: Male Species: American Shorthair
Current state? Master
Eye color: Dual, one red, one blue. Family: None, as far as he is concerned they never existed.
Occupation: Unemployed, but looking for work. After several years working as a magician, he got washed up and packed too full of booze for his employers to find the time to put up with his rash, risque behavior. Not quite sober, but just a tad bit less drunk, he's attempting to remedy his lack of cash. Cert link
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:01 pm
Haruk can be called many things.
Insane. A drunk. A perv. A marvelous sight to watch. Someone you either want to love, or shoot.
Haruk, having the reputation to flirt with anything that moves, can be a bit of a handful. While using the word "dearie" far too much, it takes little time for him to move on to someone cute. Male, female, .. it likely doesn't matter. His tactics include blinding colors, booze, questionable substances likely hidden under his hat, and the god given ability to somehow be there when you least expect it. Like a cobra, he can pounce at someone from across the room, stunning them with mindless chatter.
His current job is an entertainer. Haruk does night shows, dealing with bright lights and magic. His little fluffy partner happens to be a white rabbit named Houdini. It's the perfect companion according to Haruk. Soft, caring, and doesn't talk back. Houdini was likely a stray as well, but as for how Haruk found him.. is a mystery, much like Haruk is himself.
Because of Haruk's line of business, he's met some rather interesting people, and likely a few bad influences.
While a thorn to many, Haruk is pretty much a broken man, not really attempting to cause annoyance in others.. but rather filling a void in his life.
Depressed, lonely, drunk, and with a new person about every night, one wonders just why he shoves most people away after such a short time.
Given the fact that Haruk never really tells anyone about his past, his reason for being a stray in the first place is unknown. He changes the subject when asked about such things, making information rather hard to obtain. He tells everyone that if they needed to know, they would be him, and since there can be only one of him.. only he needs to know. Usually, this ends with him offering the other a glass of wine, and him slowly limping away with his cane while the other is distracted.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:00 pm
 Rockin' to my own beat, no matter how hard the tracks are. Name: Cross Nicknames: None at this time. Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: American Ringtail
Current state? Novice Eye color: Golden Family: While he vaguely remembers having siblings at some point, he was taken away from them and his mother far too young to remember anything specific about them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:02 pm
 Cross is about as observant as a dead platypus, as long as they have no attention spans. Burying his head in music, he has a rather uncanny sense of walking into random objects. This has gotten him in both trouble, and random luck .. seeing as you can meet the most interesting of people walking into tree's. As much as he loves to listen to music, he loves to play it just as much. Lack of money, however, has forced him to sell his guitar .. leaving him in a rather depressing state. Still, he has an old CD player and an optimistic view on life, ready to take on the world itself.
He's a stray, yea, but a happy one. I suppose it would be more accurate to call him a runaway than a stray. He'd rather wander the streets and beg for money than be with his old owner. Hey, he has no problem with cats that have a human .. he just has a problem with the humans that hit and kick their cats. That's not cool in his eyes, and he kinda wishes he had the courage back then to ******** some s**t up before leaving. Still he isn't too bitter, and continues looking for just the right things in life. Music, love, and perhaps a little bit of food .. not too much to ask for, right?
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 10:38 am
 I'd suggest backing away before I hurt you ... Name: Neo Nicknames: Blondie, though usually only muttered by a certain irritating brother. (Usually results in pain for said brother.) Age: Old, usually claims to be 27. Actual age unknown. Gender: Male. Species: --
Current state? Master. Eye color: Deep, rich red. Family: Chaos - Acquired as a brother through mutual understanding and hardship shared, not by blood. Occupation: Unemployed. Used to work, to the brink of self-destruction, for some rather important people. After kindly telling them to F*** off, he now spends his time quietly acquiring an army of books in which he wishes to take over the world with quietly enjoy his new life of "NOT WORKING." Despite the fact he claims to not have a job, he is usually seen fretting over small projects to the point of sleep deprivation.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 11:06 am
My name is Neo.
Refer to me as "The One" and except a swift rush of pain in your head.
My blood type is none of your business.
My personal life is none of your business.
My dreams are none of your business.
My friends are none of your business.
There are a lot of things under the "none of your business" category in fact. I'd suggest you deal with it and carry on.
I have lived here for as long as I can remember ... this place is both my work study and my home.
I used to be in charge of various records for some rather "important" people. Meh. Whether people found them important or not they were kept safe, and I spent the majority of my time killing myself through the morning researching things, writing paperwork, and generally being sleep deprived. Yes, let's not acknowledge the extra work your employee's give you, then wonder why they are irritable when you dump more on them. My bed might be lined with pages from various folders, but I assure you they are merely copies made for my own amusement. Screw them, for the moment. I'm unemployed. If they want them back they can come for it.
I never cross work with downtime, and downtime is usually nonexistent. Just because I have taken the liberty to free myself does not mean that I am ever "not busy". If you want someone more idiotic, I'd suggest finding my brother.
I might only be a records keeper to some people, but in reality I serve a more important purpose to others. My knowledge makes me .. handy to many. Survive my ego and you might find someone worth relying on. Or, you might find a quick rush of pain to your body that persists for days. perhaps months.
I see nothing else important to say here for now ... perhaps I should lay down my pen and hunt for another book to peer over...
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 11:08 am
Neo's rp -
None yet. Care to change that? Feel free to poke me. I would not suggest poking him.. he's cranky.
For next Stage:
Informal - 0/4
Formal - 0/6
Battle - 0/5
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 12:07 pm
 "Living without a little fun is not living at all in my book."Name: Chaos Nicknames: None at this time. Age: Old, usually claims to be 27. Actual age unknown. Gender: Male Species: --
Current state? Master
Eye color: Deep, rich blue. Family: Neo - Acquired as a brother through mutual understanding and hardship shared, not by blood. Occupation: Employed by some rather important people. Used to work with his brother, but for some reason stayed whenever his brother quit. Considering his lack of wanting to work, the reason for this is unknown.
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