Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2014 1:46:56 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Admetus, AKA Addy
Loyalty: Henches
Age: Young Adult (22)
Family: Old Deuteronomy-Father; Sunestra-Mother; Macavity-Uncle; Munkustrap-Brother; Two Unknown-Younger Siblings(OPEN; or could be dead); Rum Tum Tugger-Half Brother
(Admetus only knows of his mother and two younger siblings he hasn't seen for years. He is unaware of who his father is and his family members by him.)
Appearance: Admetus has a dusky grey and white coat. Along his body are tabby markings, of varying shades of browns, grays, and black. He can be described as a lanky tom, though does have modest muscles. However he is more lean, tall and skinny, then buff. Has a round and rough face-some queens might even describe his facial structure as being rugged; with high cheekbones. His thin, alluring shaped eyes can pull a cat into his charm and almost hold them in an enthralling trance by just the steely stare. Admetus has lips that form into an almost permanent grin, which only enhances his cheekbones, and makes him seem almost impish. His body and facial appearances are often contradictory, but yet it still manages to work in his favor.
(Hopefully I will get my butt into gear and draw a decent picture of Admetus. He IS one of my favorites. But until then...)
Personality: Does the saying "Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll" ring a bell? For Admetus, this is practically his culture, his whole believe system. Though Admetus is fairly certain fist fighting should be added to the old saying. However, its still words to live by and its how he chooses to live his life. He has never been a playboy, or a flirt going around leading all the queens on. He isn't all talk like he imagines Tugger to be. Admetus is a tom with numerous notches on his bedpost. This boy lives for sex. He doesn't discriminate either. As long as it breathes, he'll hop into bed with 'em. Just about the only standard he has when it boils down to sex, is that it's done right. As long as one is good in bed or willing to learn, then fun will be had by all. He isn't selfish in bed either. When he makes a commitment, he is all in. He won't stop until his partner has had as much fun as he has/had, and won't stop until they're both fully satisfied. Admetus also has an arrangement of kinks. Not that he likes any of them, but he's fairly adventurous in bed, and will try everything once.
Despite being a bit of a slut, Admetus is quite friendly when his mind isn't being run by his libido. He is an outgoing tom, one that loves to be at every party he hears about. If a gathering is going down, he'll be there. If there's no parties in town, and he's got the itch, he'll venture to one of the nightclubs. He's a bit of a social-butterfly that way. Admetus is just a tom who needs to be around other cats. Whether he is in the lime-light or in the background, doesn't matter as long as he's in a social setting, receiving and giving frequent contact. When he goes to parties, it's for two things only; To let loose and have fun, and to rock out and enjoy the music. He normally does not party hop just to look for companionship, but it does sometimes work out that way. The parties he goes to his just his way of releasing stress, having fun. A way to keep himself from getting angry, to keep himself from triggering his power. As dumb as it may sound, the clubbing scene is his only solace. Where most people need to find peace somewhere quiet and "happy", Admetus finds it among a roaring crowd, and sweaty dancing bodies to the latest songs.
Admetus is far from being a saint, not that he ever claimed to be one. At a party, he can be the nicest, sweetest, or funniest tom someone might ever run into. If you happen to run into him on neutral ground, he can be just as friendly and charming. When he flirts, he has a way of making the one he's flirting with seem like the most beautiful/handsome cat, and the most important cat in the whole world. Yet, he rarely flirts or hits on someone he's already been intimate with. He's the love 'em and leave 'em type. He's not heartless about telling his current bed partners they're now past, but he is quite casual over the whole affair. Admetus has a reputation for keeping his intimate affairs very brief and just expects his partners to know this too. He isn't the type to allow himself to get emotionally attached, nor is he the type to reflect on why he is the way he is. Admetus is also into drugs. Catnip seems to be his drug of choice, currently. However, he tends to change drugs with each new trend. It isn't a problem, yet, as he keeps his drugs and his alcohol to a social setting. When things get too rough, Admetus has been known to slip up and use either as a crutch to numb himself and to forget whatever is bothering him.
History: Admetus was the second child born to Sunestra. He grew up apart from his older brother, and his mother never told him who his father was and never told Admetus he had an older brother. Despite never knowing his father, or hearing of him, Admetus was fairly certain that his mother still snuck off to see him. That or she was seeing another tom behind his back. She may also have been leaving Admetus alone for days on end, to visit her first child with Old Deuteronomy. Sunestra wasn't mother of the year, that was for sure, but she did do her best. Admetus was raised in a meager den in the heart of the city. His mother wasn't always there for him, and she did often stay out nights a time forgetting to come back home with food for her kitten. Yet, with what little she had, and without being a strong individual who could take or protect her food, among other things, she also wasn't small or clever enough to steal food; she still managed to provide what she could for Admetus. (When she didn't forget that is.)
Admetus was around eight, when his mother started getting sick. Admetus was too young to know that she was pregnant at the time, and he would never know if they were his full siblings or half. For once again, after the two kitt's were born, there was no father in sight and his mother remained silent when ever the issue of a father would come up. Of course, Admetus did his best to help his mother, the best for an eight year old at least. Yet, an old friend of Sunestra, an older queen that had sometimes dropped in on Admetus to make sure he was alright, had come by during Sun's labor and helped deliver her two kittens. She was the same queen who had looked in on Admetus from time to time when Sunestra would be gone for days. Admetus soon came to learn the older queens name, Grizabella, and though she stopped by from time to time to babysit him and his two youngest siblings, she was always distracted like she had somewhere better to be. After the third time babysitting, Grizabella disappeared; Admetus didn't see her again, until the jellicle ball years later when she was chosen. After that, years passed without much incident.
Yet, around the time Admetus turned fourteen, he began to notice a change to the norm. He couldn't quite place it, but he just didn't feel right; he felt different. That wasn't the only change, his mother began to look at him differently as well. It wasn't until he turned seventeen when he found out why. He was a typical angst driven teenager and ended up getting into an argument with his mother; one he didn't know she purposely provoked. However, he figured out the reason he had been feeling different, and in his anger, lost control and started a fire in their den. Like all small fires, it soon became large and uncontrollable. In his haste and panic, Admetus ran out of the den and into the city, scared, upset, and freaked out. His mother soon came out of the den followed by his two younger siblings. His momentary relief at seeing them unharmed, vanished when Sun began screaming at him for leaving his siblings behind.
It didn't stop there, and Admetus had to come face to face with the knowledge that Sunestra suspected him of being a mystic ever since he was fourteen and subconsciously put distance between them. After calling him a monster for what he was capable of, she told him never to come near them again and abandoned Admetus to ensure the safety of her two youngest kittens. Admetus quickly turned to alcohol and drugs, to cope with his newfound abilities, what he had almost caused, and being abandoned by the only family he ever knew. The drugs and alcohol soon got him into the partying scene. It may have started off as a coping mechanism but it soon became who he was, and who he liked himself to be. On his eighteenth birthday, he was found by Macavity, a tom Admetus had only heard by reputation. The tom seemed to pick him up from his past issues, and was there offering him an opportunity. A purpose. Of course, at the time, Admetus' attitude was along the lines of "Why not? I've got nothing better to do.", and so became a hench cat.
They didn't waste any time of implanting him in the junkyard, at least for one night out of the year. Macavity had offered him up as an olive branch, though it was probably more fair to say that Macavity was dangling Deuteronomy's son in the poor leader's face as His( Not Deut's). Admetus probably should have questioned why the two representatives of a known enemy of the Henches, would quickly agree to let a total stranger join their ball (and all future balls to come), but he didn't. About the only thing that did enter his mind was, "Oh hell yeah! Bring on the party." He knew precisely that he was in the middle of an unusual situation, the jellicle leader viewing him as a peace offering, while Macavity whispered in his ear to bring back intelligence; but he chose to ignore it and enjoy himself. He's been to a couple balls since then, the most recent one, where Grizabella was chosen for the heavyside layer. Old Deuteronomy suspects he had something to do with how Macavity entered the ball under the nose of their protectors, but there's no evidence linking him to it. And both Macavity's tribe and Admetus deny it, so there's nothing Deuteronomy or Munkustrap can do but to accept his word and keep a closer eye on him the following ball.
Desired Pairings: I don't know. Can't imagine he'd settle down anytime soon, but never know. I suppose I'll list a few; Admetus/Jemima, Admetus/Exotica, Admetus/Plato, Admetus/Alonzo. Open
Power(s): Admetus is a Pyrokinetic. He has the ability to create fire, or that is what he appears to be able to do. Which he can. However, in reality what he is really capable of is excreting a chemical at the palm of his two paws. This chemical is a highly flammable substance. When he rubs his paws together, or any form of friction, combustion happens. The chemical, combined with friction can cause tremendous amount of heat, and Admetus would be able to burn anyone he touched after directly using his gift. With more effort, Admetus can flick the combustible chemical onto the ground, thus creating fire. Unlike most pryokinetic's, Admetus cannot control or manipulate fire, all he can do is create it. Using his ability to burn others, usually only as a last ditch effort in self-defense, is the only part of his ability that he feels comfortable enough using.
Weakness(es): Due to his very useful and powerful ability, Admetus has several weaknesses. His ability can only be triggered when his body has a certain height. Usually when he is stressed out or very angry, the adrenaline rushing through his body, also creates this chemical that is the source of his ability. He does have conscious control over his abilities, so that is not the problem. Quite the opposite. However, because his power is directly linked with his emotional state, it can be difficult to achieve. And when he is in this emotional state, his power can sometimes get the better of him. When Admetus is in this state, he can remain in this rageful state long past his actual anger is gone. Due to the primal nature of his ability, when he taps into his powers he is susceptible to them. His anger can fuel the instinctual side of his powers, thus giving his power the ability to control him. While the chemical coming out of his paws create a high resistance to heat and fire, thus rendering his paws pretty much fireproof, the rest of his body is not. When he does use his gift he runs the risk of burning himself as well as anyone else.
Roleplaying Sample: Admetus slowly sipped from his glass of liquor, as he silently bopped to the bass of the song booming throughout the club. He had just come from the backroom, from a very fun and memorable bedroom spectacle, and found himself easing into the music even more then when he had first arrived. His eyelids closed as he took in the beat and complete atmosphere of the place. Taking another swig, he was pushed out of his satisfied reflection, by a sultry voice on his right. Opening his eyes and looking over with a grin across his face he tilted his head. The queen was a beauty, though her eyes were quite captivating to him. "Do you need something, freckles?" He ignored the blush that spread to her cheeks. Yet, he gave her kudos, she was still going through with her pass, despite her flustered state. He licked at his lips when she moved closer to him. Her lips brushed the tip of his ear, and one word was whispered into it: 'You'.
The dusky grey tabby, wrapped an arm around her waist as he guided her out of sight and to the back. "Then you'll definitely have me." He lowered his head to breathe against her neck before kissing there and up to her jaw. Before he knew it, he was whispering endearments in her ear and making her promises before the nights end. Yet, things rarely went according to plan. The moment the pair was alone, a booming voice echoed in the room.
"ADMETUS!"
He knew that voice, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being caught out and scolded by a father, whenever he heard that voice. Admetus raised his head away from that delicious neck and cocked an eyebrow up. Seeing Macavity out in front of them, he gave the ginger tom an amused smirk. "Heya Red. You planning on joining us?"
How often can you be on?: Once a Week, if not more.
Password: Rice Puddin' & Mutton.
Comments: So far, he's managed to keep his being a mystic under wraps. He believes if Macavity ever found out about his ability, he'd be more valuable to the ginger tom. And while he would jump at the idea of being considered valuable under normal circumstances, Macavity is a different story. He'd be expected to take on more responsibilities in the tribe if him being a mystic became common knowledge. Responsibilities are just not what Admetus wants in his life at the moment. He prefers the freedom of his current lifestyle. But he harbors no illusions. Its only a matter of time before his powers get discovered.
Loyalty: Henches
Age: Young Adult (22)
Family: Old Deuteronomy-Father; Sunestra-Mother; Macavity-Uncle; Munkustrap-Brother; Two Unknown-Younger Siblings(OPEN; or could be dead); Rum Tum Tugger-Half Brother
(Admetus only knows of his mother and two younger siblings he hasn't seen for years. He is unaware of who his father is and his family members by him.)
Appearance: Admetus has a dusky grey and white coat. Along his body are tabby markings, of varying shades of browns, grays, and black. He can be described as a lanky tom, though does have modest muscles. However he is more lean, tall and skinny, then buff. Has a round and rough face-some queens might even describe his facial structure as being rugged; with high cheekbones. His thin, alluring shaped eyes can pull a cat into his charm and almost hold them in an enthralling trance by just the steely stare. Admetus has lips that form into an almost permanent grin, which only enhances his cheekbones, and makes him seem almost impish. His body and facial appearances are often contradictory, but yet it still manages to work in his favor.
(Hopefully I will get my butt into gear and draw a decent picture of Admetus. He IS one of my favorites. But until then...)
Personality: Does the saying "Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll" ring a bell? For Admetus, this is practically his culture, his whole believe system. Though Admetus is fairly certain fist fighting should be added to the old saying. However, its still words to live by and its how he chooses to live his life. He has never been a playboy, or a flirt going around leading all the queens on. He isn't all talk like he imagines Tugger to be. Admetus is a tom with numerous notches on his bedpost. This boy lives for sex. He doesn't discriminate either. As long as it breathes, he'll hop into bed with 'em. Just about the only standard he has when it boils down to sex, is that it's done right. As long as one is good in bed or willing to learn, then fun will be had by all. He isn't selfish in bed either. When he makes a commitment, he is all in. He won't stop until his partner has had as much fun as he has/had, and won't stop until they're both fully satisfied. Admetus also has an arrangement of kinks. Not that he likes any of them, but he's fairly adventurous in bed, and will try everything once.
Despite being a bit of a slut, Admetus is quite friendly when his mind isn't being run by his libido. He is an outgoing tom, one that loves to be at every party he hears about. If a gathering is going down, he'll be there. If there's no parties in town, and he's got the itch, he'll venture to one of the nightclubs. He's a bit of a social-butterfly that way. Admetus is just a tom who needs to be around other cats. Whether he is in the lime-light or in the background, doesn't matter as long as he's in a social setting, receiving and giving frequent contact. When he goes to parties, it's for two things only; To let loose and have fun, and to rock out and enjoy the music. He normally does not party hop just to look for companionship, but it does sometimes work out that way. The parties he goes to his just his way of releasing stress, having fun. A way to keep himself from getting angry, to keep himself from triggering his power. As dumb as it may sound, the clubbing scene is his only solace. Where most people need to find peace somewhere quiet and "happy", Admetus finds it among a roaring crowd, and sweaty dancing bodies to the latest songs.
Admetus is far from being a saint, not that he ever claimed to be one. At a party, he can be the nicest, sweetest, or funniest tom someone might ever run into. If you happen to run into him on neutral ground, he can be just as friendly and charming. When he flirts, he has a way of making the one he's flirting with seem like the most beautiful/handsome cat, and the most important cat in the whole world. Yet, he rarely flirts or hits on someone he's already been intimate with. He's the love 'em and leave 'em type. He's not heartless about telling his current bed partners they're now past, but he is quite casual over the whole affair. Admetus has a reputation for keeping his intimate affairs very brief and just expects his partners to know this too. He isn't the type to allow himself to get emotionally attached, nor is he the type to reflect on why he is the way he is. Admetus is also into drugs. Catnip seems to be his drug of choice, currently. However, he tends to change drugs with each new trend. It isn't a problem, yet, as he keeps his drugs and his alcohol to a social setting. When things get too rough, Admetus has been known to slip up and use either as a crutch to numb himself and to forget whatever is bothering him.
History: Admetus was the second child born to Sunestra. He grew up apart from his older brother, and his mother never told him who his father was and never told Admetus he had an older brother. Despite never knowing his father, or hearing of him, Admetus was fairly certain that his mother still snuck off to see him. That or she was seeing another tom behind his back. She may also have been leaving Admetus alone for days on end, to visit her first child with Old Deuteronomy. Sunestra wasn't mother of the year, that was for sure, but she did do her best. Admetus was raised in a meager den in the heart of the city. His mother wasn't always there for him, and she did often stay out nights a time forgetting to come back home with food for her kitten. Yet, with what little she had, and without being a strong individual who could take or protect her food, among other things, she also wasn't small or clever enough to steal food; she still managed to provide what she could for Admetus. (When she didn't forget that is.)
Admetus was around eight, when his mother started getting sick. Admetus was too young to know that she was pregnant at the time, and he would never know if they were his full siblings or half. For once again, after the two kitt's were born, there was no father in sight and his mother remained silent when ever the issue of a father would come up. Of course, Admetus did his best to help his mother, the best for an eight year old at least. Yet, an old friend of Sunestra, an older queen that had sometimes dropped in on Admetus to make sure he was alright, had come by during Sun's labor and helped deliver her two kittens. She was the same queen who had looked in on Admetus from time to time when Sunestra would be gone for days. Admetus soon came to learn the older queens name, Grizabella, and though she stopped by from time to time to babysit him and his two youngest siblings, she was always distracted like she had somewhere better to be. After the third time babysitting, Grizabella disappeared; Admetus didn't see her again, until the jellicle ball years later when she was chosen. After that, years passed without much incident.
Yet, around the time Admetus turned fourteen, he began to notice a change to the norm. He couldn't quite place it, but he just didn't feel right; he felt different. That wasn't the only change, his mother began to look at him differently as well. It wasn't until he turned seventeen when he found out why. He was a typical angst driven teenager and ended up getting into an argument with his mother; one he didn't know she purposely provoked. However, he figured out the reason he had been feeling different, and in his anger, lost control and started a fire in their den. Like all small fires, it soon became large and uncontrollable. In his haste and panic, Admetus ran out of the den and into the city, scared, upset, and freaked out. His mother soon came out of the den followed by his two younger siblings. His momentary relief at seeing them unharmed, vanished when Sun began screaming at him for leaving his siblings behind.
It didn't stop there, and Admetus had to come face to face with the knowledge that Sunestra suspected him of being a mystic ever since he was fourteen and subconsciously put distance between them. After calling him a monster for what he was capable of, she told him never to come near them again and abandoned Admetus to ensure the safety of her two youngest kittens. Admetus quickly turned to alcohol and drugs, to cope with his newfound abilities, what he had almost caused, and being abandoned by the only family he ever knew. The drugs and alcohol soon got him into the partying scene. It may have started off as a coping mechanism but it soon became who he was, and who he liked himself to be. On his eighteenth birthday, he was found by Macavity, a tom Admetus had only heard by reputation. The tom seemed to pick him up from his past issues, and was there offering him an opportunity. A purpose. Of course, at the time, Admetus' attitude was along the lines of "Why not? I've got nothing better to do.", and so became a hench cat.
They didn't waste any time of implanting him in the junkyard, at least for one night out of the year. Macavity had offered him up as an olive branch, though it was probably more fair to say that Macavity was dangling Deuteronomy's son in the poor leader's face as His( Not Deut's). Admetus probably should have questioned why the two representatives of a known enemy of the Henches, would quickly agree to let a total stranger join their ball (and all future balls to come), but he didn't. About the only thing that did enter his mind was, "Oh hell yeah! Bring on the party." He knew precisely that he was in the middle of an unusual situation, the jellicle leader viewing him as a peace offering, while Macavity whispered in his ear to bring back intelligence; but he chose to ignore it and enjoy himself. He's been to a couple balls since then, the most recent one, where Grizabella was chosen for the heavyside layer. Old Deuteronomy suspects he had something to do with how Macavity entered the ball under the nose of their protectors, but there's no evidence linking him to it. And both Macavity's tribe and Admetus deny it, so there's nothing Deuteronomy or Munkustrap can do but to accept his word and keep a closer eye on him the following ball.
Desired Pairings: I don't know. Can't imagine he'd settle down anytime soon, but never know. I suppose I'll list a few; Admetus/Jemima, Admetus/Exotica, Admetus/Plato, Admetus/Alonzo. Open
Power(s): Admetus is a Pyrokinetic. He has the ability to create fire, or that is what he appears to be able to do. Which he can. However, in reality what he is really capable of is excreting a chemical at the palm of his two paws. This chemical is a highly flammable substance. When he rubs his paws together, or any form of friction, combustion happens. The chemical, combined with friction can cause tremendous amount of heat, and Admetus would be able to burn anyone he touched after directly using his gift. With more effort, Admetus can flick the combustible chemical onto the ground, thus creating fire. Unlike most pryokinetic's, Admetus cannot control or manipulate fire, all he can do is create it. Using his ability to burn others, usually only as a last ditch effort in self-defense, is the only part of his ability that he feels comfortable enough using.
Weakness(es): Due to his very useful and powerful ability, Admetus has several weaknesses. His ability can only be triggered when his body has a certain height. Usually when he is stressed out or very angry, the adrenaline rushing through his body, also creates this chemical that is the source of his ability. He does have conscious control over his abilities, so that is not the problem. Quite the opposite. However, because his power is directly linked with his emotional state, it can be difficult to achieve. And when he is in this emotional state, his power can sometimes get the better of him. When Admetus is in this state, he can remain in this rageful state long past his actual anger is gone. Due to the primal nature of his ability, when he taps into his powers he is susceptible to them. His anger can fuel the instinctual side of his powers, thus giving his power the ability to control him. While the chemical coming out of his paws create a high resistance to heat and fire, thus rendering his paws pretty much fireproof, the rest of his body is not. When he does use his gift he runs the risk of burning himself as well as anyone else.
Roleplaying Sample: Admetus slowly sipped from his glass of liquor, as he silently bopped to the bass of the song booming throughout the club. He had just come from the backroom, from a very fun and memorable bedroom spectacle, and found himself easing into the music even more then when he had first arrived. His eyelids closed as he took in the beat and complete atmosphere of the place. Taking another swig, he was pushed out of his satisfied reflection, by a sultry voice on his right. Opening his eyes and looking over with a grin across his face he tilted his head. The queen was a beauty, though her eyes were quite captivating to him. "Do you need something, freckles?" He ignored the blush that spread to her cheeks. Yet, he gave her kudos, she was still going through with her pass, despite her flustered state. He licked at his lips when she moved closer to him. Her lips brushed the tip of his ear, and one word was whispered into it: 'You'.
The dusky grey tabby, wrapped an arm around her waist as he guided her out of sight and to the back. "Then you'll definitely have me." He lowered his head to breathe against her neck before kissing there and up to her jaw. Before he knew it, he was whispering endearments in her ear and making her promises before the nights end. Yet, things rarely went according to plan. The moment the pair was alone, a booming voice echoed in the room.
"ADMETUS!"
He knew that voice, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being caught out and scolded by a father, whenever he heard that voice. Admetus raised his head away from that delicious neck and cocked an eyebrow up. Seeing Macavity out in front of them, he gave the ginger tom an amused smirk. "Heya Red. You planning on joining us?"
How often can you be on?: Once a Week, if not more.
Password: Rice Puddin' & Mutton.
Comments: So far, he's managed to keep his being a mystic under wraps. He believes if Macavity ever found out about his ability, he'd be more valuable to the ginger tom. And while he would jump at the idea of being considered valuable under normal circumstances, Macavity is a different story. He'd be expected to take on more responsibilities in the tribe if him being a mystic became common knowledge. Responsibilities are just not what Admetus wants in his life at the moment. He prefers the freedom of his current lifestyle. But he harbors no illusions. Its only a matter of time before his powers get discovered.
