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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:50 pm
Table of contents
Cat 1 ~~~ Atreo Cat 2 ~~~ Petra Cat 3 ~~~ Ophelia Cat 4 ~~~ Andi
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:00 pm
Name: Atreo (Pronounced "A-tray-oh") Nickname: Tre (Pronounced "Tray") Age: 15 years Orientation: Straight Stage: Noob Species: Himilayan Weapon of choice: ??? Territory The Warehouse Personality: Atreo is a perfectly proper gentleman. He will treat a lady with all the chivalry he can muster, never allow others to speak badly in front of a lady and of course he holds himself to abide by the highest of standards. He always wears only the finest or at least well matched clothing and keeps himself clean. He is very slow to anger because he doesnt expect everyone to abide by his standards but there are a few things that can get you inder his skin rather quickly. Of course he also always willing to help a lady in need. He usually dont do it with romantic intent, he just believes that all women should be treated like princesses. If he is only around other males he tends to let loose a little more and can sometimes be a fun character to hang around. But if even a single female is present he will be proper and expects every other male to at least have some semblance of proper behavior as well. Personality in 5 words or less: Calm, gentleman, loves kids, Romantic Likes: Manners, fine food/clothing, big words, young kits, Being clean Dislikes: ill mannered others, condescending people, sour food.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:31 pm
History
Atreo was born to a Himalayan breeder and as soon as he was weaned he was sold to a rich Professor and his wife. They lived in a small house and since both adults were growing older they wanted a pet that would have as little maintenance as possible. Atreo proved to be just what they wanted, he absolutely loved them as a kitten and scampered all over the house providing loads of entertainment for his owners. They were both very into poetry and the man was an English Professor so Atreo was always being exposed to poetry, plays, and all manner of high society kind of stuff. He loved it so much infact that as a kitten he began to talk like them.
However his Eden could not last, both of his owners were very old and they had misjudged their remaining moments on earth. The Woman died first, she passed peacefully in her sleep once night and about 3 weeks later the man died. Atreo would have died with them if he could. His heart had broken along with the mans when the woman had died and now he was left to mourn both owners. He refused to eat and became rather weak and sick. The children of the old couple were trying to sell the small house and saw Atreos failing health, it was only luck that allowed Atreo to overhear them talking about taking him to the pound. He didnt want to leave his home but life in a cage sounded so much worse! So he ran away into the wild, a heartbroken and mourning kitten.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:45 pm
RP Log
Collared 2 Formal RP [ ] [ ] 3 Informal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [ ]Free Collar Noob3 Formal RP[ 1] [ 2] [3]4 Informal RP[ 1] [ 2] [ 3] [ ] 1+ RP of entering a Territory group[ ] Novice Free Collar5 Formal RP[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 4 Informal RP[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 1+ Battles[ ] Master Free Collar6+ Formal RP[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 4+ Informal RP[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 5+ Battles[ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:03 pm
How Atreo removed his collar Atreo sat staring down at his reflection in a small pool of water. He had been on his own now for a few months and was slowly getting used to a life without his owner. He still dearly loved his owner and as his thoughts of her came back to him his eyes trained themselves onto his collar. His beautiful collar of soft gold colored leather with a deep blue tag. He loved his collar and he knew that it was the last thing he had to remember his owner. But even as he thought about that connection he knew there was nothing left for him in that collar. He was alone now, all he had were his memories. He braced his front paws against his collar and before he lost his resolve he pushed his collar off of his neck. It fell off of him and plopped into the clear water. As the collar came off of him Atreo felt completely alien. There seemed to be nothing there to anchor him to this world and for the first time in his life he stared into the water and cried until the ripples his tears cause made him lose sight of the collar beneath. He decided right then that he would never wear a collar again. He had loved his owners, he would never replace them with another family, his heart could not take another parting. He looked one last time at his collar, "goodbye my beloveds...rest knowing I will always love only you." he whispered the the puddle.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:04 pm
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:34 pm
Petra Name: Petra Nickname: none Age: 19 Orientation: straight Stage: noob Species: Maine Coon Weapon of Choice: Twin machetes Territory:Theme song:paranauePersonality: Petra is mostly lazy and uncaring. Its not really that she is mean or anything she just well.....has better things to do, like rest. However keep in mind that she generally is always resting. She is semi paranoid that she might be needed for some kind of fight at any time and so she does in fact take care of herself and workout alot. Just not when people are looking. She cant ruin her lazy reputation. She is however VERY capable of fighting practically anyone off herself. She practices Capoeira every day for most of the day and thus is very apt at her skill. Its an evasive type of martial arts and thus she will dance circles around you while beating you up and remain unscathed if she feels inclined to do so. Petra is a very straight person, things tend to be black or white with her. She dislikes grey areas so dont play games with her. Personality in 5 words or less: lazy, stubborn, stright forward, Likes: food (mostly meat and fruit), sleeping, pillows, BRACELETS!, trinkets for her hair, quiet places. Dislikes: hyper people, braggarts, large crowds
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:35 pm
History
Petra was born into a middle class family. The owners of her mother were well meaning and relatively nice individuals who loved having the cat and kittens around but who really didnt give alot of outward sign of love and affection. The house was a decent size and that was a good thing since Petra was number 5 of 7 kittens, (2 boys and 5 girls). Her mother was a large beautiful Maine coon who was generally sweet and docile while still being lazy and calm. Her father on the other hand was a stray. He was mostly maine coon and thus all the babies could pass off as Coons but he definitely had something wild in him.
Petras mother absolutely loved her mate and he loved her, but to the kittens his visits were a time of fear and discipline. Petras father was used to life on the streets and had been once abandoned by his people. Thus he demanded that his children be able to handle themselves and always be alert. He made them learn martial arts, how to fight, and would often attack them randomly to make sure they were always ready for something bad to happen. He wanted his children to survive if they were thrown on the streets. Thus Petra and her siblings each learned a different type of martial art and always had to practice for the days their father would visit. Because of this Petra developed a distaste of male cats and of forced physical labor. She had always taken after her mom in regards to being lazy and her father particularly hated this trait. But Petra was a talented fighter and so once she was big enough to execute alot of her moves she would hold nothing back against her father.
When the kittens were older their mother began to get sick very often and after a trip to the vet she was diagnosed with feline Lukemia. Their owners didnt have the money to get her treated and so they did their best to make her last days as comfortable as possible. Because she knew she was dying their mother was able to say good bye to each of her kittens and she spent her last days assuring them of her love like a good mother. She eventually died and was buried in the back yard. Life went on as usual until their father came on one of his visits. He had been there while she was sick but when he found out about her death the tom cat went on a rampage and seemed hell bent on destroying anything that reminded him of his beloved. This unluckily included Petra and two of her brothers since the three of them were the ones who looked and acted most like their mother had. The other four siblings stayed out of the fight as their father tried to tear apart petra and her two brothers.
The three of them fought hard and in the end were forced to flee. They were no match for their father who was just to strong. The three of them fled the house, Petra had the least amount of wounds compared to her brothers, one of whom lost the use of an eye. The three of them stayed together until all of them were fairly healthy and then they separated. Without an house and owners to provide for them they knew they would have to survive on their own now.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:38 pm
RP LOG
Collared 2 Formal RP [ ] [ ] 3 Informal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [ ]Free Collar Noob 3 Formal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] 4 Informal RP [X] [X] [ ] [ ] 1+ RP of entering a Territory group [ ] Novice Free Collar 5 Formal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 4 Informal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 1+ Battles [ ] Master Free Collar 6+ Formal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 4+ Informal RP [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] 5+ Battles [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ]
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:39 pm
How Petra removed her collar Petra looked into the water as her reflection stared back at her. Who was she now? She wasnt homeless, she could just never return, she wasnt hungry, she was to angry to eat, she wasnt tired, her muscles were only sore....She knew everything that she wasnt, so...what was she? She sat down and looked into the eyes of her reflection, searching for answers. Waiting for some divine sign to give her direction, or maybe even just someone to come and pick her up off the street and take her home. Anything right now would be appreciated, but nothing came. As she was about to leave the puddle her eyes fell on her collar. It was bright blue and stood out around her neck. She stared at it for a few moments and then slipped it off quickly with one paw. her owners had never tightened it to much because it was a health hazard or something. Now she held it in her hands, was this it? Was it just this easy to leave behind her owners? No. It wasnt that easy, she wasnt leaving her owners behind, she was leaving her traitorous family. Her people had been good to her, it was her own flesh and blood that she would never see again. Good riddance. She threw down the collar. As far as she was concerned she only had her two brothers now. She sat there and shredded the collar slowly, making sure it was even and long ribbons, then she painstakingly braided them together and made a bracelet. It was her first, a reminder of who betrayed her. She would never forget her father and her sisters. One day she might meet them again and she would make sure they remembered whose side they had chosen.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 7:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:49 pm
Ophelia Name: Ophelia Nickname: sweetums Age: 25 Orientation: married to Pathos Stage: Master Species: Chartreux Weapon of choice: Pathos xD Territory:Theme Song:Personality:Personality in 5 words:Likes Frills, pretty things, Pathos, children Dislikes pain, people in pain around her, being alone
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