Post by sansa on Sept 28, 2014 13:55:47 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Munkustrap
Loyalty: Jellicle (Protector and future Leader)
Age: Adult, around 30
Family: Old Deteronomy is his father, though he doesn't know his mother. Macavity is his uncle, Deuteronomy's brother. His younger half-brother is the Rum Tum Tugger. He had an older half-brother named Fynn who died when Munkustrap was entering adulthood.
Appearance: Munkustrap has a striking appearance in every way. His fur shines like polished silver, onyx stripes stretching across his arms and torso. His legs are mostly black, and fade back into black and silver stripes at his thighs. He is muscular and sturdy, though shorter than many of the other adult toms in the Tribe. His grey-blue eyes are framed with long lashes, and sit under a straight brow. His thin mouth makes him seem reserved, but it turns into a friendly smile with ease.
Personality: Munkustrap is open, honest, direct, and straightforward. He makes an effort to be independent, making his own decisions and directing his own course, while also working for the good of the Tribe. He sees himself as assertive, decisive, and resourceful. His only hope is that others see him as a strong, fair-minded force for the Tribe. Above all, he strives to be protective and powerful.
He is charismatic and exudes confidence with a take-charge, no nonsense, can-do attitude. Munkustrap takes pride in his ability to face, endure, and overcome adversity, believing strongly in the adage 'what does not kill you makes you stronger'. His assertive stance and imposing presence make him a real force of nature.
Munkustrap's word is his bond. He doesn't believe in empty promises. He speaks his mind easily and has a tendency of coming across as too aggressive in stressful situations, leading some to be intimidated by him. However, his depth of caring cannot be matched, and his gentleness toward the Tribe is endless. He puts a tremendous amount of importance on being true to yourself, and believes that failing to stand up to your beliefs is a sign of weakness.
Beneath a sometimes tough exterior is a gentle playfulness, almost innocent in his optimism and hopefulness. He laughs easily and can see humor in even the most difficult of situations. He is devoted to a fault, often secretly going without so that the ones he cares about can have what they need. Living by his own personal code of honor, Munkustrap has a strong sense of justice. He inspires a great deal of loyalty from those he protects and cares for.
History: Munkustrap was born in the Junkyard as Old Deuteronomy's second son. Well, second acknowledged son. Nobody is quite sure how many children Deuteronomy has fathered over the years. He spent his childhood expecting his older half-brother Fynn to be the Protector, and to take over with their father passed on to the Heaviside Layer. Munkustrap himself was raised to be an adviser and a bodyguard to Fynn. He learned how to fight, and fight well, and understood his place in the world.
Fynn was a born leader, and nobody doubted that he would be a worthy placement when Old Deuteronomy passed onto the Heaviside Layer. And his death shook Munkustrap's world. It was supposed to be a routine patrol of the streets, Fynn and Munkustrap working side by side to ensure that there would be no threats to the Junkyard from street cats.
The Pollicles seemed to appear out of nowhere. One minute, Fynn and Munkustrap were weighing the pros and cons of offering an olive branch to the largest street cat threats; the next, they were swarmed by a pack of Pollicles that looked like monsters. The brothers were separated instantly, and it was all Munkustrap could do to keep himself on his feet.
He's still not sure what happened. The Pollicles cleared away as quickly as they'd came, and Munkustrap was left swinging at empty air. And Fynn was on the ground.
He carried Fynn's body across the city and into the Junkyard himself. In his heart, he was and still is sure that the Jellicles blamed him for his death. He blames himself as well. He didn't even realize what it meant until the day after the funeral proceedings, when his father called for him to discuss his new responsibilities and Protector and future Leader of the Jellicles.
The pressures of the new job, combined with the grief and guilt over his failure as Fynn's bodyguard, lent to a very difficult few years for Munkustrap. He struggled a lot to get a grasp on his responsibilities, and to find the balance between being a friend to the Jellicles and a fair leader for the Tribe.
The most recent Ball was a huge hit on his self-esteem. He'd been a young kitten when Macavity left the Tribe and did not know the extent of his power, but still, he feels he should not have underestimated him like that. Demeter could have been taken, Alonzo could have been killed, Macavity could have electrocuted everybody in the Junkyard. And Munkustrap had been nursing his wounds in the corner.
He's determined to keep the Jellicles safe now, and eliminate Macavity's threat, no matter what the cost.
Desired Pairings: I'm open to anything. I've had fun with Munkustrap/Bombalurina and Munkustrap/Cassandra, but I really like to 'go with the flow' as far as this is concerned.
Roleplaying Sample:
The cold winter breeze was bracing as Munkustrap left his den. Alonzo was going to be finished with his patrol any minute, and he wanted to catch the black and white tom before Alonzo disappeared into his den for a nap. He was halfway to the Gate when a high-pitched whine pierced the air. He was swarmed in the blink of an eye.
"Munkustrap, Electra stepped on my tail!"
"Well, Pouncival stole my toy!"
"Hey, guys." Munkustrap bent down onto his knee so that he could be at face level with the two young kittens. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Let's keep it quiet for now, most of us are still sleeping, alright?" He waited for the two to nod before he continued. "Pouncival, did you steal Electra's toy?" The kitten's shamed expression was all the answer he needed. "And Electra, did you step on his tail?"
"It was an accident!"
Munkustrap straightened up to his full height. "I think you guys know what you have to do." He watched carefully as Pouncival produced the stuffed mouse from behind his back, and the kitten muttered a soft apology. Munkustrap nodded. "Electra?" He peered at the black and red kitten until she returned the apology. "Alright. Get out of here, you two. I hear Bustopher Jones is coming by today. So no trouble, okay?"
He sighed, watching the kittens woop and holler their way through the Junkyard. There was no way the kittens would be able to refrain from wreaking havoc. Well, maybe he could get some Jellicles to keep them out of the way while Bustopher was around.
How often can you be on?: Daily.
Password: Rice pudding and mutton.
Comments: The RP sample is from a few years ago, when Pounce and Electra are little tiny toddlers.
Loyalty: Jellicle (Protector and future Leader)
Age: Adult, around 30
Family: Old Deteronomy is his father, though he doesn't know his mother. Macavity is his uncle, Deuteronomy's brother. His younger half-brother is the Rum Tum Tugger. He had an older half-brother named Fynn who died when Munkustrap was entering adulthood.
Appearance: Munkustrap has a striking appearance in every way. His fur shines like polished silver, onyx stripes stretching across his arms and torso. His legs are mostly black, and fade back into black and silver stripes at his thighs. He is muscular and sturdy, though shorter than many of the other adult toms in the Tribe. His grey-blue eyes are framed with long lashes, and sit under a straight brow. His thin mouth makes him seem reserved, but it turns into a friendly smile with ease.
Personality: Munkustrap is open, honest, direct, and straightforward. He makes an effort to be independent, making his own decisions and directing his own course, while also working for the good of the Tribe. He sees himself as assertive, decisive, and resourceful. His only hope is that others see him as a strong, fair-minded force for the Tribe. Above all, he strives to be protective and powerful.
He is charismatic and exudes confidence with a take-charge, no nonsense, can-do attitude. Munkustrap takes pride in his ability to face, endure, and overcome adversity, believing strongly in the adage 'what does not kill you makes you stronger'. His assertive stance and imposing presence make him a real force of nature.
Munkustrap's word is his bond. He doesn't believe in empty promises. He speaks his mind easily and has a tendency of coming across as too aggressive in stressful situations, leading some to be intimidated by him. However, his depth of caring cannot be matched, and his gentleness toward the Tribe is endless. He puts a tremendous amount of importance on being true to yourself, and believes that failing to stand up to your beliefs is a sign of weakness.
Beneath a sometimes tough exterior is a gentle playfulness, almost innocent in his optimism and hopefulness. He laughs easily and can see humor in even the most difficult of situations. He is devoted to a fault, often secretly going without so that the ones he cares about can have what they need. Living by his own personal code of honor, Munkustrap has a strong sense of justice. He inspires a great deal of loyalty from those he protects and cares for.
History: Munkustrap was born in the Junkyard as Old Deuteronomy's second son. Well, second acknowledged son. Nobody is quite sure how many children Deuteronomy has fathered over the years. He spent his childhood expecting his older half-brother Fynn to be the Protector, and to take over with their father passed on to the Heaviside Layer. Munkustrap himself was raised to be an adviser and a bodyguard to Fynn. He learned how to fight, and fight well, and understood his place in the world.
Fynn was a born leader, and nobody doubted that he would be a worthy placement when Old Deuteronomy passed onto the Heaviside Layer. And his death shook Munkustrap's world. It was supposed to be a routine patrol of the streets, Fynn and Munkustrap working side by side to ensure that there would be no threats to the Junkyard from street cats.
The Pollicles seemed to appear out of nowhere. One minute, Fynn and Munkustrap were weighing the pros and cons of offering an olive branch to the largest street cat threats; the next, they were swarmed by a pack of Pollicles that looked like monsters. The brothers were separated instantly, and it was all Munkustrap could do to keep himself on his feet.
He's still not sure what happened. The Pollicles cleared away as quickly as they'd came, and Munkustrap was left swinging at empty air. And Fynn was on the ground.
He carried Fynn's body across the city and into the Junkyard himself. In his heart, he was and still is sure that the Jellicles blamed him for his death. He blames himself as well. He didn't even realize what it meant until the day after the funeral proceedings, when his father called for him to discuss his new responsibilities and Protector and future Leader of the Jellicles.
The pressures of the new job, combined with the grief and guilt over his failure as Fynn's bodyguard, lent to a very difficult few years for Munkustrap. He struggled a lot to get a grasp on his responsibilities, and to find the balance between being a friend to the Jellicles and a fair leader for the Tribe.
The most recent Ball was a huge hit on his self-esteem. He'd been a young kitten when Macavity left the Tribe and did not know the extent of his power, but still, he feels he should not have underestimated him like that. Demeter could have been taken, Alonzo could have been killed, Macavity could have electrocuted everybody in the Junkyard. And Munkustrap had been nursing his wounds in the corner.
He's determined to keep the Jellicles safe now, and eliminate Macavity's threat, no matter what the cost.
Desired Pairings: I'm open to anything. I've had fun with Munkustrap/Bombalurina and Munkustrap/Cassandra, but I really like to 'go with the flow' as far as this is concerned.
Roleplaying Sample:
The cold winter breeze was bracing as Munkustrap left his den. Alonzo was going to be finished with his patrol any minute, and he wanted to catch the black and white tom before Alonzo disappeared into his den for a nap. He was halfway to the Gate when a high-pitched whine pierced the air. He was swarmed in the blink of an eye.
"Munkustrap, Electra stepped on my tail!"
"Well, Pouncival stole my toy!"
"Hey, guys." Munkustrap bent down onto his knee so that he could be at face level with the two young kittens. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Let's keep it quiet for now, most of us are still sleeping, alright?" He waited for the two to nod before he continued. "Pouncival, did you steal Electra's toy?" The kitten's shamed expression was all the answer he needed. "And Electra, did you step on his tail?"
"It was an accident!"
Munkustrap straightened up to his full height. "I think you guys know what you have to do." He watched carefully as Pouncival produced the stuffed mouse from behind his back, and the kitten muttered a soft apology. Munkustrap nodded. "Electra?" He peered at the black and red kitten until she returned the apology. "Alright. Get out of here, you two. I hear Bustopher Jones is coming by today. So no trouble, okay?"
He sighed, watching the kittens woop and holler their way through the Junkyard. There was no way the kittens would be able to refrain from wreaking havoc. Well, maybe he could get some Jellicles to keep them out of the way while Bustopher was around.
How often can you be on?: Daily.
Password: Rice pudding and mutton.
Comments: The RP sample is from a few years ago, when Pounce and Electra are little tiny toddlers.
