Post by mwroach on Dec 15, 2009 18:27:56 GMT -5
Won't let me make a thread in the Accepted Characters board for some reason......just a poll......so, yeah. I just put it here. Hope it's accepted.
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Name: The Rum Tum Tugger
Age: Adult/27 (human years)
Gender: Tom
Tribe: Jellicles
Appearance: Sleek yet muscular, black body with fading leopard spots on his chest that goes down to his stomach (gradually thinning) and leopard spots up to his elbows and from his knees down. Large, coarse mane around shoulders. Black and gold tail. Wears silver belt around waist and an 18 karat gold spiked collar studded with rubies and diamonds. Drop-dead gorgeous face (you all know it).
Relationships: Flirts endlessly with all the females. Likes to tease the kittens and Bombalurina, but he's not serious about anyone in particular. Acts brotherly towards Demeter, but like many of the other toms, he finds it difficult to control himself around Cassandra (much to Alonzo's annoyance). Is closer with his wolf then anyone in his tribe (he's known her since she was a 5 week old pup).
Personality: The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing...but only when the time calls for it, and his ideas are sometimes abstract and, at times, downright ridiculous, but they almost always work out (ALMOST always...). He's ready for a party at any time, but can also be sincere and mature when he needs to be. Unfortunately, he can also be insensitive to others' feelings at times and has a bad habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong times. Tugger's a lover, not a fighter, and he's not above wandering away before Macavity arrives. But when all is said and done, he will spring into action to protect his family, and watching Tugger in a battle is NOT a pretty sight. His acts of violance are exceedingly rare, however, and most of this time this Curious Beast just wants to spread the love and rock the Junkyard!
Faults: Due to his immaturity, it sometimes takes a smart lash with a whip to smack Tugger into reality when it comes to a serious situation. He also doesn't know the meaning of 'monogamy' and has lost many mates in the past due to his promiscuous behavior. Besides being an insensitive, immature horndog, Tugger also has trouble keeping secrets and focusing on something for more then a few minutes. Due to his wealthy position, he also thinks he can get away with darn near EVRYTHING.
History: Adopted at the tender age of 6 weeks old by the Queen of England, Tugger was brought up in the lap of luxury with the freedom of doing whatever he wanted. Though he often brags about his royal owner, very few in the Junkyard believe his magical tails of vacationing at Windsor Caste or riding down the cobblestone streets in the grand and spectacular Gold State Coach. He is the younger brother to Macavity and Munkustrap. Since he experienced the Hidden Paw's first appearance many years ago, Tugger has taken special care to never allow his demented older brother to lay eyes on him, therefore, Macavity has no idea who he is. He was 2 (14 human years) when The Queen adopted a beautiful registered Alsatian wolfdog named Luna Bella.
He bonded with the pup instantly, and they've been friends ever since.
Sample Post: With a lazy yawn, Tugger tossed his head back in his goose-feather pillow and stretched his arms and legs out, arching his back and groaning sleepily. He wiped the corners of his eyes and he slowly brought his gaze to the massive hand-carved grandfather clock standing between the corridors of the grand entryway of Buckingham Palace. He flicked an ear and blinked, smiling arrogantly as he got to his feet. It was once again the night of the Jellicle Ball, and he eagerly looked forward to merry-makings, festive songs and girls....all the pretty girls. He shuddered at the thought as he approached the massive chamber door. Keeping a light grip on his belt, he looked around and let out and annoyed “Meow!”
No response. With a weary eye-roll, he tried again. “I said, 'MEOW'!” He emphasized, searching the hallways. Again, no one answered.
“UGH! 500 servants! We have 500 servants and not one of them is ever here to let me out! What is the point of saying 'Meow' when no one comes to the door? Meow!” He stood in the dead silence of the doorway, staring at his reflection in the gold of the door. He gave another agitated sigh before stomping over to one of the hallways. “MEOW! MEOW! ME-FREAKIN'-OW!” He shouted. “You people are being paid for a reason!”
A butler came strutting erectly from the hall, his clothes neat and his nose in the air. “You 'meowed', sir?”
Tugger wasted no time in jumping against the door, purring loudly and rubbing on the frame. The butler nodded. “Well, I've just let you in 20 minutes ago...but, if you insist.” He grabbed the knob and pulled the door open, watching with disinterest as Tugger strutted out into the yard. “Enjoy your night, sir.” The butler said with a grunt as he closed the door.
“Yeah...” Tugger sneered. “Enjoy your cot in the basement...jerk.”
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Name: The Rum Tum Tugger
Age: Adult/27 (human years)
Gender: Tom
Tribe: Jellicles
Appearance: Sleek yet muscular, black body with fading leopard spots on his chest that goes down to his stomach (gradually thinning) and leopard spots up to his elbows and from his knees down. Large, coarse mane around shoulders. Black and gold tail. Wears silver belt around waist and an 18 karat gold spiked collar studded with rubies and diamonds. Drop-dead gorgeous face (you all know it).
Relationships: Flirts endlessly with all the females. Likes to tease the kittens and Bombalurina, but he's not serious about anyone in particular. Acts brotherly towards Demeter, but like many of the other toms, he finds it difficult to control himself around Cassandra (much to Alonzo's annoyance). Is closer with his wolf then anyone in his tribe (he's known her since she was a 5 week old pup).
Personality: The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing...but only when the time calls for it, and his ideas are sometimes abstract and, at times, downright ridiculous, but they almost always work out (ALMOST always...). He's ready for a party at any time, but can also be sincere and mature when he needs to be. Unfortunately, he can also be insensitive to others' feelings at times and has a bad habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong times. Tugger's a lover, not a fighter, and he's not above wandering away before Macavity arrives. But when all is said and done, he will spring into action to protect his family, and watching Tugger in a battle is NOT a pretty sight. His acts of violance are exceedingly rare, however, and most of this time this Curious Beast just wants to spread the love and rock the Junkyard!
Faults: Due to his immaturity, it sometimes takes a smart lash with a whip to smack Tugger into reality when it comes to a serious situation. He also doesn't know the meaning of 'monogamy' and has lost many mates in the past due to his promiscuous behavior. Besides being an insensitive, immature horndog, Tugger also has trouble keeping secrets and focusing on something for more then a few minutes. Due to his wealthy position, he also thinks he can get away with darn near EVRYTHING.
History: Adopted at the tender age of 6 weeks old by the Queen of England, Tugger was brought up in the lap of luxury with the freedom of doing whatever he wanted. Though he often brags about his royal owner, very few in the Junkyard believe his magical tails of vacationing at Windsor Caste or riding down the cobblestone streets in the grand and spectacular Gold State Coach. He is the younger brother to Macavity and Munkustrap. Since he experienced the Hidden Paw's first appearance many years ago, Tugger has taken special care to never allow his demented older brother to lay eyes on him, therefore, Macavity has no idea who he is. He was 2 (14 human years) when The Queen adopted a beautiful registered Alsatian wolfdog named Luna Bella.
He bonded with the pup instantly, and they've been friends ever since.
Sample Post: With a lazy yawn, Tugger tossed his head back in his goose-feather pillow and stretched his arms and legs out, arching his back and groaning sleepily. He wiped the corners of his eyes and he slowly brought his gaze to the massive hand-carved grandfather clock standing between the corridors of the grand entryway of Buckingham Palace. He flicked an ear and blinked, smiling arrogantly as he got to his feet. It was once again the night of the Jellicle Ball, and he eagerly looked forward to merry-makings, festive songs and girls....all the pretty girls. He shuddered at the thought as he approached the massive chamber door. Keeping a light grip on his belt, he looked around and let out and annoyed “Meow!”
No response. With a weary eye-roll, he tried again. “I said, 'MEOW'!” He emphasized, searching the hallways. Again, no one answered.
“UGH! 500 servants! We have 500 servants and not one of them is ever here to let me out! What is the point of saying 'Meow' when no one comes to the door? Meow!” He stood in the dead silence of the doorway, staring at his reflection in the gold of the door. He gave another agitated sigh before stomping over to one of the hallways. “MEOW! MEOW! ME-FREAKIN'-OW!” He shouted. “You people are being paid for a reason!”
A butler came strutting erectly from the hall, his clothes neat and his nose in the air. “You 'meowed', sir?”
Tugger wasted no time in jumping against the door, purring loudly and rubbing on the frame. The butler nodded. “Well, I've just let you in 20 minutes ago...but, if you insist.” He grabbed the knob and pulled the door open, watching with disinterest as Tugger strutted out into the yard. “Enjoy your night, sir.” The butler said with a grunt as he closed the door.
“Yeah...” Tugger sneered. “Enjoy your cot in the basement...jerk.”
