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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:05 am
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: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:06 am
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: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:07 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:10 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:11 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:12 am
 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: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:14 am
Train's Bio:
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: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:15 am
Train's RP's:
Not sure if these carry over from the old shop just yet! Minimum post requirements seem to have changed.Informal: Just rolling ... - Completed in Thead - (Min 8 posts) (11 posts)
Formal: Park Adventure - Completed in Guild ( 16 posts) Formal: Are we there yet? .. - In Progress - Guild (1 post) Formal: A long way from home .. .. - In Progress - Guild (4 Posts) Informal: Do I hear music? - In Progress - Shop (9 Posts) For next Stage: Story in which Train removes his collar = Nonexistent to date Informal - 3/3 Formal - 2/2 (Was told RP's can be combined, adding the posts up together to meet the requirements needed) RP of him removing his collar.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:17 am
 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. Territory: Casino Cert Link
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:18 am
Haruk's Bio:
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: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:21 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:23 am
 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 Cert Link
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:25 am
Cross' Bio:
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: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:27 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:29 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: American Shorthair
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. Cert Link
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