Post by sansa on Sept 23, 2014 23:39:28 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Demeter
Loyalty: Jellicle
Age: Adult, around 32
Family: Electra is her daughter from Macavity.
Appearance: Demeter has always been shorter than her friends, and she has remained one of the shorter cats even in adulthood. She has a lovely figure, with a long, slim torso and curvy hips, though she does not think so. She considers her hands her best feature, long and elegant. Her face is soft and square-shaped, marked by wide hazel eyes, a thin nose, and small but full lips. Despite regular grooming, her gold and black fur has a constant disheveled appearance. Her array of scars, hidding beneath, mostly likely account for this. Her mottled headfur is especially guilty of this, constantly making her look like she has just rolled out of bed.
Personality: Demeter is a creature of grief, constantly seeking even ground in a world that, for her, has always been shaky. She is reserved to a fault, and not many Jellicles could admit to knowing her very deeply. She is majorly defined by her tireless dedication to duty and to family, and considers her daughter's safety her top priority. She puts a great deal of energy into helping others and making sure that others feel comfortable. Her uncanny insight into the way others work helps her accomplish this.
She puts a tremendous amount of faith in her instincts, even when she does not fully understand them, which leads many to think of her as illogical or impulsive. She trusts in her own instincts above all else, and as a result, she has a tendency toward stubborness and will sometimes ignore other people's opinions. On the other hand, she is rarely at peace with herself, always seeing something within herself that needs improvement.
Demeter is as warm as she is complex, and holds those who truly understand her in high esteem. She is constantly concerned for the feelings of others and is very sensitive to conflict, to the point where she would rather internalize it and hurt herself than hurt others. Her patience, protectiveness, and devotion make her a natural nurturer, though she has high expectations of those around her.
She is not very good with day-to-day tasks, such as cleaning and organizing. Her den is consistently cluttered, though she swears that she knows how to find anything she needs. However, if she is under a great deal of stress, she will go to the extreme and lose herself in the particulars of tidying up so that she does not have to acknowledge the negatives.
Life is not always easy for Demeter, but her incredible depths in feelings and her capacity for personal achievment certainly fill her world with possibilities.
Background: The life of a housecat was never meant to be as complicated as Demeter's. She lived the first years of her life easily enough. She was adopted from a shelter by a pair of newlyweds and taken to live in a townhouse in the city. She spent her days out on the town to show off her sparkly purple collar and accept treats from the local shopkeepers who, of course, adored her. She was pampered and spoiled... that is, until her young adult years. That was when Macavity entered her life.
It seemed like a match made in Heaviside for the first week or two. He was a bad boy with a heart of gold, gentlemanly and gracious. Demeter was smitten instantly. She often talked with him about leaving London and starting a family. He would tell her about the different cities, different countries, the stars in the night sky, the fish in the river; there was nothing he didn't know.
She never knew what it was that made him change. To this day, she's still not entirely sure. Maybe she'd said something to him. A couple of weeks into their relationship, he started becoming an entirely different cat. He demanded to know where she was at all times, started forbidding her from leaving her house without him, and would even shout at her if he was having a bad day. And then he hit her. Clear across the face, in the middle of her sentence. Her face still burns with shame when she thinks about it. How she just let it happen. And let it keep happening.
Eventually, he made her leave her home and live with him, in some big warehouse where cats called him 'boss' and avoided her gaze. She spent her days in his room, attending to him when he was there and waiting for him when he was not, too anxious to leave. Eventually, she did try, after a couple of months. That earned her scars and the basement, and Macavity was a stranger to her. The electrifying ginger cat that she had fallen in love with was nowhere to be found, replaced by a red monster who would plague her every night until he was satisfied. His therapy, he always called it, and her training.
She lost track of the days, but she was told later that she had been in that basement for four months. It was luck that finally helped her escape. A loud storm and one high, narrow window shattered by a fallen branch. She doesn't really remember pulling herself out, or running from the old building. She remembers the rain soaking her fur and chilling her to the bone, she remembers climbing a rusty fence, and falling.
She woke up some days later in the care of Jennyanydots. Not long after that, she gave birth to a daughter, a ginger queenkit whom she named Electra. She aligned herself with the Jellicles with little hesitation and slowly built herself a safer life. She's never told Electra the truth about her parentage. She's never really told anyone, though she's sure most of the adult cats know. She's not sure what she'll do when Electra starts to ask questions.
Roleplaying Sample:
"No, Electra, you know that you are not allowed to leave the Junkyard after dark."
"But Mom!"
"No buts." Demeter tugged gently on her daughter's headfur as she ran her claws through the tangles to emphasize her point. She ignored Electra's grumblings about how Etcetera was allowed out, and how Plato would be there, and how Plato was practically an adult. When she was finished, and when her daughter had run out of arguments, she scooted her out of the den. "Now go play, and be home by dark, Electra, I mean it."
Electra's eye roll was also ignored, and Demeter turned her attention to her own headfur, twisting and sliding her fingers through it absently. Electra was reaching the age where listening to her mother was not a top priority, and it filled Demeter with dread. If only she could make Electra see that there were reasons she was not allowed out of the Junkyard at night. But how could she hope for a child to understand that? She certainly hadn't, not at that age.
She stretched with a sigh and stepped out to face the morning sun. She could seek Deuteronomy's council. After all, he was their leader, that was why he was here. But Deuteronomy had never raised a young girl. She chewed on her lip, pulling it through her teeth and rubbing at it with her tongue. Jennyanydots would be able to help, she was sure. But Jenny would also be likely to talk about it with anybody who would listen, and Demeter did not like the idea of her ineptitude as a mother spread throughout the Junkyard. Jellylorum would be her best bet. Demeter set out in the direction of her den. She didn't hear Etcetera playing just yet, and if Etcetera was still sleeping, Jellylorum was sure to be sleeping.
Pairing You Would Like: I'm always a fan of the Deme/Munk pairing, if done well. I also like to play with Demeter's dependency on Bombalurina. Demeter/Alonzo can be fun, too. Truthfully, I'm not sure if there are any adult cats I wouldn't want her paired with – I like to keep it open!
How often can you be on?: Pretty darn often! I'm moving soon, but other than that, I don't start school until early 2015, so my schedule is open.
Password: Rice pudding. Also, mutton.
Comments: Demeter heavily dislikes (aka despises) the Rum Tum Tugger. He lead her one, making her believe that he cared for her, and kissed her shortly after Electra was born (not knowing much about her past). It was her first kiss since leaving Macavity. And one of her only kisses, but that is beside the point. He dropped her when she made it clear that she was not interested in sex. It was a major setback for her emotional healing, and she has not forgiven him since.
Loyalty: Jellicle
Age: Adult, around 32
Family: Electra is her daughter from Macavity.
Appearance: Demeter has always been shorter than her friends, and she has remained one of the shorter cats even in adulthood. She has a lovely figure, with a long, slim torso and curvy hips, though she does not think so. She considers her hands her best feature, long and elegant. Her face is soft and square-shaped, marked by wide hazel eyes, a thin nose, and small but full lips. Despite regular grooming, her gold and black fur has a constant disheveled appearance. Her array of scars, hidding beneath, mostly likely account for this. Her mottled headfur is especially guilty of this, constantly making her look like she has just rolled out of bed.
Personality: Demeter is a creature of grief, constantly seeking even ground in a world that, for her, has always been shaky. She is reserved to a fault, and not many Jellicles could admit to knowing her very deeply. She is majorly defined by her tireless dedication to duty and to family, and considers her daughter's safety her top priority. She puts a great deal of energy into helping others and making sure that others feel comfortable. Her uncanny insight into the way others work helps her accomplish this.
She puts a tremendous amount of faith in her instincts, even when she does not fully understand them, which leads many to think of her as illogical or impulsive. She trusts in her own instincts above all else, and as a result, she has a tendency toward stubborness and will sometimes ignore other people's opinions. On the other hand, she is rarely at peace with herself, always seeing something within herself that needs improvement.
Demeter is as warm as she is complex, and holds those who truly understand her in high esteem. She is constantly concerned for the feelings of others and is very sensitive to conflict, to the point where she would rather internalize it and hurt herself than hurt others. Her patience, protectiveness, and devotion make her a natural nurturer, though she has high expectations of those around her.
She is not very good with day-to-day tasks, such as cleaning and organizing. Her den is consistently cluttered, though she swears that she knows how to find anything she needs. However, if she is under a great deal of stress, she will go to the extreme and lose herself in the particulars of tidying up so that she does not have to acknowledge the negatives.
Life is not always easy for Demeter, but her incredible depths in feelings and her capacity for personal achievment certainly fill her world with possibilities.
Background: The life of a housecat was never meant to be as complicated as Demeter's. She lived the first years of her life easily enough. She was adopted from a shelter by a pair of newlyweds and taken to live in a townhouse in the city. She spent her days out on the town to show off her sparkly purple collar and accept treats from the local shopkeepers who, of course, adored her. She was pampered and spoiled... that is, until her young adult years. That was when Macavity entered her life.
It seemed like a match made in Heaviside for the first week or two. He was a bad boy with a heart of gold, gentlemanly and gracious. Demeter was smitten instantly. She often talked with him about leaving London and starting a family. He would tell her about the different cities, different countries, the stars in the night sky, the fish in the river; there was nothing he didn't know.
She never knew what it was that made him change. To this day, she's still not entirely sure. Maybe she'd said something to him. A couple of weeks into their relationship, he started becoming an entirely different cat. He demanded to know where she was at all times, started forbidding her from leaving her house without him, and would even shout at her if he was having a bad day. And then he hit her. Clear across the face, in the middle of her sentence. Her face still burns with shame when she thinks about it. How she just let it happen. And let it keep happening.
Eventually, he made her leave her home and live with him, in some big warehouse where cats called him 'boss' and avoided her gaze. She spent her days in his room, attending to him when he was there and waiting for him when he was not, too anxious to leave. Eventually, she did try, after a couple of months. That earned her scars and the basement, and Macavity was a stranger to her. The electrifying ginger cat that she had fallen in love with was nowhere to be found, replaced by a red monster who would plague her every night until he was satisfied. His therapy, he always called it, and her training.
She lost track of the days, but she was told later that she had been in that basement for four months. It was luck that finally helped her escape. A loud storm and one high, narrow window shattered by a fallen branch. She doesn't really remember pulling herself out, or running from the old building. She remembers the rain soaking her fur and chilling her to the bone, she remembers climbing a rusty fence, and falling.
She woke up some days later in the care of Jennyanydots. Not long after that, she gave birth to a daughter, a ginger queenkit whom she named Electra. She aligned herself with the Jellicles with little hesitation and slowly built herself a safer life. She's never told Electra the truth about her parentage. She's never really told anyone, though she's sure most of the adult cats know. She's not sure what she'll do when Electra starts to ask questions.
Roleplaying Sample:
"No, Electra, you know that you are not allowed to leave the Junkyard after dark."
"But Mom!"
"No buts." Demeter tugged gently on her daughter's headfur as she ran her claws through the tangles to emphasize her point. She ignored Electra's grumblings about how Etcetera was allowed out, and how Plato would be there, and how Plato was practically an adult. When she was finished, and when her daughter had run out of arguments, she scooted her out of the den. "Now go play, and be home by dark, Electra, I mean it."
Electra's eye roll was also ignored, and Demeter turned her attention to her own headfur, twisting and sliding her fingers through it absently. Electra was reaching the age where listening to her mother was not a top priority, and it filled Demeter with dread. If only she could make Electra see that there were reasons she was not allowed out of the Junkyard at night. But how could she hope for a child to understand that? She certainly hadn't, not at that age.
She stretched with a sigh and stepped out to face the morning sun. She could seek Deuteronomy's council. After all, he was their leader, that was why he was here. But Deuteronomy had never raised a young girl. She chewed on her lip, pulling it through her teeth and rubbing at it with her tongue. Jennyanydots would be able to help, she was sure. But Jenny would also be likely to talk about it with anybody who would listen, and Demeter did not like the idea of her ineptitude as a mother spread throughout the Junkyard. Jellylorum would be her best bet. Demeter set out in the direction of her den. She didn't hear Etcetera playing just yet, and if Etcetera was still sleeping, Jellylorum was sure to be sleeping.
Pairing You Would Like: I'm always a fan of the Deme/Munk pairing, if done well. I also like to play with Demeter's dependency on Bombalurina. Demeter/Alonzo can be fun, too. Truthfully, I'm not sure if there are any adult cats I wouldn't want her paired with – I like to keep it open!
How often can you be on?: Pretty darn often! I'm moving soon, but other than that, I don't start school until early 2015, so my schedule is open.
Password: Rice pudding. Also, mutton.
Comments: Demeter heavily dislikes (aka despises) the Rum Tum Tugger. He lead her one, making her believe that he cared for her, and kissed her shortly after Electra was born (not knowing much about her past). It was her first kiss since leaving Macavity. And one of her only kisses, but that is beside the point. He dropped her when she made it clear that she was not interested in sex. It was a major setback for her emotional healing, and she has not forgiven him since.
