Post by moonlitkit on Jan 8, 2010 12:34:41 GMT -5
Name: Skimbleshanks
Age: Adult - 39
Gender: Tom
Tribe: Jellicle
Appearance:
Skimbleshanks is a marmerlade tabby cat, when working and sometimes around the junkyard, he can be seen in a smart red and brown sweater vest with a pocket watch placed neatly in the pocket. His best feature is his sharp green eyes that can strike anyone.
Relationships: Mate - Jennyanydots
KIttens - Quaxo and Mistofelles
Personality: Skimbleshanks is one of the rare easy going adults, he has his stern side but is pretty fun loving and gets on well with everyone in the junkyard, he has a fair sense of justice and is generally the one people come to for advice. Skimble has his sour grapes too, he gets wrapped up in work too much and can become anti social, he can also be a bit judgemental and cocky.
Skimbleshanks is caring nuturing, he tends to look after the kittens when he isn't at work, he has a pretty duff sense of imagination so he's not able to tell them stories though he will happily tell them what happened at the station that day. He come's home tired so he can sometimes be snappy or slugish but he'll apologise later.
Faults: Skimble is known to smother the kittens and make excuses for them, he's a softy and is easilly overpowered by his mate Jennyanydots. He can be seen as sheepish, though he can be pretty judgemental and cocky. He also comes across as smug and overly happy to some people.
History: Skimbleshanks reigns from the highlands of Scotland. He started out as a simple house cat, untill, his owners had to move out of scotland, for personal reasons. He was taken as well but got lost on the train ride and ended up going to a different location all together. After ages of wandering in the train station, the station's owner found him and gave him food and water, a while later he took Skimble outside of the station and let Skimble run of. Skimbleshanks found the junkyard and began to rest their for a while, returning to the station every day and considering it his work. After a while, Old Deutronomy realised Skimble wasn't a house cat and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, so Skimble was welcomed into the tribe.
Sample Post: Yawning, Skimbleshanks slipped off his sweater vest and curled up into a ball. Work today was tiresome, five kids and four babies had attended the train, it was chaotic, his eyes began to droop, untill,
"Uncle Skimble!"
He groaned and trotted out of his den tiredly, he knew he wasn't going to get any peace anytime soon.
Age: Adult - 39
Gender: Tom
Tribe: Jellicle
Appearance:
Skimbleshanks is a marmerlade tabby cat, when working and sometimes around the junkyard, he can be seen in a smart red and brown sweater vest with a pocket watch placed neatly in the pocket. His best feature is his sharp green eyes that can strike anyone.
Relationships: Mate - Jennyanydots
KIttens - Quaxo and Mistofelles
Personality: Skimbleshanks is one of the rare easy going adults, he has his stern side but is pretty fun loving and gets on well with everyone in the junkyard, he has a fair sense of justice and is generally the one people come to for advice. Skimble has his sour grapes too, he gets wrapped up in work too much and can become anti social, he can also be a bit judgemental and cocky.
Skimbleshanks is caring nuturing, he tends to look after the kittens when he isn't at work, he has a pretty duff sense of imagination so he's not able to tell them stories though he will happily tell them what happened at the station that day. He come's home tired so he can sometimes be snappy or slugish but he'll apologise later.
Faults: Skimble is known to smother the kittens and make excuses for them, he's a softy and is easilly overpowered by his mate Jennyanydots. He can be seen as sheepish, though he can be pretty judgemental and cocky. He also comes across as smug and overly happy to some people.
History: Skimbleshanks reigns from the highlands of Scotland. He started out as a simple house cat, untill, his owners had to move out of scotland, for personal reasons. He was taken as well but got lost on the train ride and ended up going to a different location all together. After ages of wandering in the train station, the station's owner found him and gave him food and water, a while later he took Skimble outside of the station and let Skimble run of. Skimbleshanks found the junkyard and began to rest their for a while, returning to the station every day and considering it his work. After a while, Old Deutronomy realised Skimble wasn't a house cat and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, so Skimble was welcomed into the tribe.
Sample Post: Yawning, Skimbleshanks slipped off his sweater vest and curled up into a ball. Work today was tiresome, five kids and four babies had attended the train, it was chaotic, his eyes began to droop, untill,
"Uncle Skimble!"
He groaned and trotted out of his den tiredly, he knew he wasn't going to get any peace anytime soon.