Post by XxBeAuTyKiLlErXx on Aug 20, 2010 0:29:33 GMT -5
Name: Blue Annis
Age: (Newborn/Kitten/Adolescent/Young Adult/Adult/Elder and Age in human years): Adult (Middle age)
Gender: (Queen/Tom) Tom
Tribe: (Jellicles/Henchcats (Macavity)/OC tribe/None) Macavity. He is a henchcat.
Appearance: (pictures or describe or both) His fur is short and stringy, clearly neglected, and not quite comfortable with himself. His flesh is tough and rigid, wrinkling and folding slightly in places. Having greyish fur, his pelt seems to have a blueish tinge, so most of the henchcats refer to him as Blue Annis instead of Annis, the name that his owner originally gave him. His eyes are narrow, the top lids folding over in a slanted manner, making him appear much older. His claws are untrimmed and his whiskers are ratted and knotted together. One of his stubbly ears are torn due to a quarrel he had with Aporavata (another Henchie I may make.. heyy.. Macavity needs faithful henchcats!) . He is definitely not the most attractive of felines, but he manages to delight Macavity with his good work many times. His lips are pouted and his cheekbones are slight, he is quite stout too. Finishing his physical description is a stubby little tail, reflecting his Manx heritage.
Relationships: (Parents/Siblings... check 'Relationships') He has no relationships that he knows of. His father is deceased, his mother had left him at a young age, his owner had dumped him. He has had no kittens. ever.
Mother - Zira
Father - Joseph
Personality: He is quite a somber character, but as seen in his soulful eyes, this feline is completely depraved, following in Macavity's footsteps, although much older than him. He considers himself one of the best working henchcats Macavity has, and looks up to him for directions and commands, devoting his life to him. He is a rather negetive soul, rejected many times and hasn't had a positive thought in ages. He is also cannibalized; he devours other felines. One of his favorite past time snacks is newborn kittens, which causes him to appear more sinister and savage. His self esteem is non existant; he seems to be one of Macavity's "puppets", and has little or no time to contemplate his life. Despite how depressed this feline may be, he hasn't cried in decades, nor has he even thought about it. He has never found his place within the world, or so he thinks.
Faults: (We All Have Some) He definitely has a lot.
He isn't too attractive
He is cannibalized
He has nonexistant self esteem
He lets others make his decisions
He feels nothing for anyone, except for those who give him orders that is
He is extremely fierce and abusive to others, much stronger than he appears.
He has never loved anybody, except for his parents, before they had left him.
He enjoys abusing others to take his mind off of his heavy depression.
History:
His mother and his father, he had loved them, or so others may believe. And they are right. He cared for them. He was devoted to them, not expecting anything to go wrong. One day during his early kittenhood, his parentals decided to quarrel, which had become more violent each day, until right in front of Blue Annis, his mother had brutally murdered his father. Right in front of his very eyes, which had been wide with fright for years. Some cats say if they look into his eyes, they seem like mirrors of his heartlessness and apathy, truly a sorrowful matter. At later childhood, after living among the streetcats, whic had decided to toughen him up a bit, a senior citizen commonly known as Zehra adopted him. Rescuing the poor kitty from his own neglect and abuse, Zehra had poured her heart out for him, Zehra only receiving growls and hisses from Blue Annis, traumatized by his history. Zehra had indeed had enough, after receiving a new feline, she had left her out upon the streets in loneliness. A few years later, Blue Annis' depression episodes seemed to grow more intense than they used to be, his memories haunting him, his mind tainted at such a young age. He didn't want to taste the world's poison, he wanted something to live for. It seems that his only choice was to become one of Macavity's henchcats. He is definitely one of his older henchcats, having worked for him for years and years gone by. He seems to realize nothing matters now, he had taken sorrow's hand. There's no turning back.
Sample Post: (So we know what you write like)
*Blue Annis's POV*
My soul seems somber and dejected, my eyes deep in dismay. I had drowned in the shadows years ago, the silhouettes still cloaking me, inabling me to escape their grasps. It doesn't matter now, does it? I am already a middle aged cat, with a screwed up life. There is no changing it either. The moon shines bright upon the roof, the chimmney puffing smoke, the particles landing among the dusk clothed sky. It is a starless night as usual, the city smog seeming to blur the sky, painting it a pure ebony, exhiling the stars from the location. Hey.. how am I supposed to know? I am just a dumb old henchcat, right? I guess I still have quite an imagination, even though I am traumatized; heavily traumatized, Macavity the only reason for my living.
Name: Henrietta
Age: (Newborn/Kitten/Adolescent/Young Adult/Adult/Elder and Age in human years): Adolescent (About 15 in human years.. for a better understanding)
Gender: (Queen/Tom) Queen
Tribe: (Jellicles/Henchcats (Macavity)/OC tribe/None) Macavity (She's a henchcat)
Appearance: (pictures or describe or both) Her fur is slightly curled, still having a juvenile kitten's glow and smoothness. The chestnut sparks of delight within her eyes seem to refuse to leave, even when bathing in wretchedness. Her ears are perked up in playfulness and her gorgeous circular eyes are wide in wonder. Her claws are untrimmed, her pallid whiskers soft and slender, pointing almost straight outwards. Her nose is of a blushed pink, seeming to fade with age. Her fur pattern is indeed insane. Stripes, cross hatched patterns, and a few spots here and there. She is said to be mixed with many breeds of cat, but unsure which ones those may be. Her pelt seems to reflect who she is. Despite living as a henchcat, she is truly pleasured with her life, having kittenish innocence and happiness towards most everything.
Relationships: (Parents/Siblings... check 'Relationships') Her mother and father are unknown to her, and seemingly everyone else too. She has never had an owner, the belief of her having siblings isn't too strong either.
Mother - Georgina
Father - Harry
Siblings- Anne and Arabelle (Anne is deceased)
Personality: Having skittish playfulness at most times, this young adolescent is rarely calm or stern. She enjoys life and savors it at it's greatest. She is rather content with her job also, but not quite getting the point that she cannot be so nice to the prisoners or anyone she approaches. To be quite honest, she despises being cruel. She absolutely hates it. She is rarely in despair or anxiety, she kind of goes with the flow, and doesn't always obey Macavity's orders. Not only does she resemble a kitten, but she definitely acts like one too. She is one of the youngest and most immature henchcats of Macavity's. Her eyes always seem to glint in inspiration and determination; this kitty never gives up on hope. She is rather eager to obtain what she wants, rather it being her mother, or a toy mouse she was tossing around. She rarely frowns and usually grins, even if she has pangs of sorrow, they last for a minimal amount of time. She is inspired by life, she wants to live everyday out like it's her last.
Faults: (We All Have Some)
She seems to have attention deficit disorder.
She rarely takes things seriously.
She laughs at mostly everything and finds humor within the most stupidest of subjects.
She is over-confident.
She isn't too intelligent.
History:
When a juvenile kitten, was taken in by Macavity for a completely unknown reason. She had lived her life rather steadily and calmly after that, not knowing who or where her parents or siblings were, but not minding that too much. She has always been a worker for Macavity and completely naive about the outside world.
Sample Post: (So we know what you write like)
*Henrietta's POV*
My grin seems to project across the room, displaying a delighted mood. How wonderful is it to finally have a day off? Pretty wonderful of course! I decide to sneeze and tumble backwards, acting completely immature, but ya know,.. I have like nothing to do. Oh well.. I sigh. I definitely don't expect anyone to approach me either, but I continue to grin softly at them, letting them believe I'm no harm.
Age: (Newborn/Kitten/Adolescent/Young Adult/Adult/Elder and Age in human years): Adult (Middle age)
Gender: (Queen/Tom) Tom
Tribe: (Jellicles/Henchcats (Macavity)/OC tribe/None) Macavity. He is a henchcat.
Appearance: (pictures or describe or both) His fur is short and stringy, clearly neglected, and not quite comfortable with himself. His flesh is tough and rigid, wrinkling and folding slightly in places. Having greyish fur, his pelt seems to have a blueish tinge, so most of the henchcats refer to him as Blue Annis instead of Annis, the name that his owner originally gave him. His eyes are narrow, the top lids folding over in a slanted manner, making him appear much older. His claws are untrimmed and his whiskers are ratted and knotted together. One of his stubbly ears are torn due to a quarrel he had with Aporavata (another Henchie I may make.. heyy.. Macavity needs faithful henchcats!) . He is definitely not the most attractive of felines, but he manages to delight Macavity with his good work many times. His lips are pouted and his cheekbones are slight, he is quite stout too. Finishing his physical description is a stubby little tail, reflecting his Manx heritage.
Relationships: (Parents/Siblings... check 'Relationships') He has no relationships that he knows of. His father is deceased, his mother had left him at a young age, his owner had dumped him. He has had no kittens. ever.
Mother - Zira
Father - Joseph
Personality: He is quite a somber character, but as seen in his soulful eyes, this feline is completely depraved, following in Macavity's footsteps, although much older than him. He considers himself one of the best working henchcats Macavity has, and looks up to him for directions and commands, devoting his life to him. He is a rather negetive soul, rejected many times and hasn't had a positive thought in ages. He is also cannibalized; he devours other felines. One of his favorite past time snacks is newborn kittens, which causes him to appear more sinister and savage. His self esteem is non existant; he seems to be one of Macavity's "puppets", and has little or no time to contemplate his life. Despite how depressed this feline may be, he hasn't cried in decades, nor has he even thought about it. He has never found his place within the world, or so he thinks.
Faults: (We All Have Some) He definitely has a lot.
He isn't too attractive
He is cannibalized
He has nonexistant self esteem
He lets others make his decisions
He feels nothing for anyone, except for those who give him orders that is
He is extremely fierce and abusive to others, much stronger than he appears.
He has never loved anybody, except for his parents, before they had left him.
He enjoys abusing others to take his mind off of his heavy depression.
History:
His mother and his father, he had loved them, or so others may believe. And they are right. He cared for them. He was devoted to them, not expecting anything to go wrong. One day during his early kittenhood, his parentals decided to quarrel, which had become more violent each day, until right in front of Blue Annis, his mother had brutally murdered his father. Right in front of his very eyes, which had been wide with fright for years. Some cats say if they look into his eyes, they seem like mirrors of his heartlessness and apathy, truly a sorrowful matter. At later childhood, after living among the streetcats, whic had decided to toughen him up a bit, a senior citizen commonly known as Zehra adopted him. Rescuing the poor kitty from his own neglect and abuse, Zehra had poured her heart out for him, Zehra only receiving growls and hisses from Blue Annis, traumatized by his history. Zehra had indeed had enough, after receiving a new feline, she had left her out upon the streets in loneliness. A few years later, Blue Annis' depression episodes seemed to grow more intense than they used to be, his memories haunting him, his mind tainted at such a young age. He didn't want to taste the world's poison, he wanted something to live for. It seems that his only choice was to become one of Macavity's henchcats. He is definitely one of his older henchcats, having worked for him for years and years gone by. He seems to realize nothing matters now, he had taken sorrow's hand. There's no turning back.
Sample Post: (So we know what you write like)
*Blue Annis's POV*
My soul seems somber and dejected, my eyes deep in dismay. I had drowned in the shadows years ago, the silhouettes still cloaking me, inabling me to escape their grasps. It doesn't matter now, does it? I am already a middle aged cat, with a screwed up life. There is no changing it either. The moon shines bright upon the roof, the chimmney puffing smoke, the particles landing among the dusk clothed sky. It is a starless night as usual, the city smog seeming to blur the sky, painting it a pure ebony, exhiling the stars from the location. Hey.. how am I supposed to know? I am just a dumb old henchcat, right? I guess I still have quite an imagination, even though I am traumatized; heavily traumatized, Macavity the only reason for my living.
Name: Henrietta
Age: (Newborn/Kitten/Adolescent/Young Adult/Adult/Elder and Age in human years): Adolescent (About 15 in human years.. for a better understanding)
Gender: (Queen/Tom) Queen
Tribe: (Jellicles/Henchcats (Macavity)/OC tribe/None) Macavity (She's a henchcat)
Appearance: (pictures or describe or both) Her fur is slightly curled, still having a juvenile kitten's glow and smoothness. The chestnut sparks of delight within her eyes seem to refuse to leave, even when bathing in wretchedness. Her ears are perked up in playfulness and her gorgeous circular eyes are wide in wonder. Her claws are untrimmed, her pallid whiskers soft and slender, pointing almost straight outwards. Her nose is of a blushed pink, seeming to fade with age. Her fur pattern is indeed insane. Stripes, cross hatched patterns, and a few spots here and there. She is said to be mixed with many breeds of cat, but unsure which ones those may be. Her pelt seems to reflect who she is. Despite living as a henchcat, she is truly pleasured with her life, having kittenish innocence and happiness towards most everything.
Relationships: (Parents/Siblings... check 'Relationships') Her mother and father are unknown to her, and seemingly everyone else too. She has never had an owner, the belief of her having siblings isn't too strong either.
Mother - Georgina
Father - Harry
Siblings- Anne and Arabelle (Anne is deceased)
Personality: Having skittish playfulness at most times, this young adolescent is rarely calm or stern. She enjoys life and savors it at it's greatest. She is rather content with her job also, but not quite getting the point that she cannot be so nice to the prisoners or anyone she approaches. To be quite honest, she despises being cruel. She absolutely hates it. She is rarely in despair or anxiety, she kind of goes with the flow, and doesn't always obey Macavity's orders. Not only does she resemble a kitten, but she definitely acts like one too. She is one of the youngest and most immature henchcats of Macavity's. Her eyes always seem to glint in inspiration and determination; this kitty never gives up on hope. She is rather eager to obtain what she wants, rather it being her mother, or a toy mouse she was tossing around. She rarely frowns and usually grins, even if she has pangs of sorrow, they last for a minimal amount of time. She is inspired by life, she wants to live everyday out like it's her last.
Faults: (We All Have Some)
She seems to have attention deficit disorder.
She rarely takes things seriously.
She laughs at mostly everything and finds humor within the most stupidest of subjects.
She is over-confident.
She isn't too intelligent.
History:
When a juvenile kitten, was taken in by Macavity for a completely unknown reason. She had lived her life rather steadily and calmly after that, not knowing who or where her parents or siblings were, but not minding that too much. She has always been a worker for Macavity and completely naive about the outside world.
Sample Post: (So we know what you write like)
*Henrietta's POV*
My grin seems to project across the room, displaying a delighted mood. How wonderful is it to finally have a day off? Pretty wonderful of course! I decide to sneeze and tumble backwards, acting completely immature, but ya know,.. I have like nothing to do. Oh well.. I sigh. I definitely don't expect anyone to approach me either, but I continue to grin softly at them, letting them believe I'm no harm.
