Post by greyscalerainbow on Sept 29, 2014 2:13:45 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Rum Tum Tugger
Loyalty: Jellicle
Age: Young Adult
Family: Munkustrap (Half Brother), Admetus (Half Brother), Old Deuteronomy, Grizabella (Mother)
Appearance: A black and gold Maine Coon with copper eyes and spots suggesting there might be some bengal in his genetics. He has been adorned with accessories such as a studded belt and spiked collar. He has a very fluffy mane, which he grooms daily, and is very proud of, as well as an equally bushy tail.
greyscalerainbowxx.deviantart.com/art/The-Rum-Tum-Tugger-468636631
Personality: Like a typical cat of his breeding, he can be contrary and curious; never quite deciding if he wants in or out, this or that and making a general nuisance of himself. One thing that does get his attention is when he doesn't get the attention he wants. As soon as someone seems to be indifferent to his charms and general loud behavior, he becomes frustrated and tries every angle he can. He always wants what he can't have and usually even when he gets it he loses interest fairly fast. Despite all this he has a heart of gold and tries to do the right thing. He is a lover not a fighter, so often he ends up turning tail and running rather than engaging in battle. This is often comical given his breed is very large in comparison to others. He is very much aware that both queens and young toms adore him, and he soaks up all of the attention he can possibly get; it only feeds his ego.
History: He was born to Old Deuteronomy and Grizabella, growing up fairly close. However, due to Munkustrap always being the more responsible of the two he would act out in order to get attention. One point in conflict for the young tom was his mother leaving the tribe at an early age; he never understood why and it only caused him to act out more to hide the abandonment issues he was suffering through. If he seemed like he was compensating for something he most certainly was. It usually seemed to work so he kept up the behavior until it became a way of life for him. Always the fun-loving rebel type that annoys the elder and more mature cats, but adored by all the queens and kittens around him. He never had a problem with not being saddled with large responsibilities, always having had trouble making decisions because he's never truly sure what he wants. Tugger had gotten used to not being respected by a lot of cats at an early age and lets it roll off his back; but one thing that majorly irked him was being called a "terrible bore" at the ball by a certain conjurer. Since then he has been trying to get his attention in anyway he can, usually making a fool and annoyance out of himself as usual. Upon Grizabella's return to the tribe, he was one of the most vehement in rejecting her because he no longer could bring himself to forgive. By the end of the ball he found that capacity before she left for the Heavyside. He is now at peace with that side of his history, no longer angsting over it. When he's not in the yard he's usually found at his owners' house, having found a regular home as an indoor/outdoor cat. He spends most of his time in the yard, however.
Desired Pairings: Bombalurina (otherwise Open; discuss with me)
Roleplaying Sample: Tugger hadn't found anyone out and about, not even any cat on patrol, meaning that they might be on the other side of the territory and had contented himself for now with hunting. He had been sneaking up on a plump rat, however as he was just about to pounce something startled it and it scurried into a nearby junk heap. The big cat huffed, but then stalked away, tail in the air. Fine then, he didn't want that rat anyway. But he suddenly did want to climb up that particular heap.
He wasn't aware he had been leaning forward slightly to get a better look, claws digging into the wood until Mistoffelees had noticed him. The startled way he flopped over was so the opposite of grace that he couldn't help but laugh, and in the process of doing so leaned backward to sit down involuntarily. This sudden motion knocked the board underneath him loose and with a gasp and a startled yowl the board went sliding down the junk heap, Tugger along with it. He dug his claws into it and was able to keep his balance, eyes wide in shock. The wood knocked lots of miscellaneous junk out of its way, carving a clumsy path and bouncing roughly over whatever was too big to move. In the blink of an eye it reached the bottom with a thump and skidded to a halt, just a few feet past where Misto was sitting. After a few seconds of crouching there, fur standing on end, he sheathed his claws and hopped off to the gound, trying to hide the shakiness in his legs in a 'I totally did that on purpose' sort of way.
"What are you doing up so early, Sparkles?"
I'm sure if dusty coat tried anything at the next ball, it would be just as much of a fail as last ball," he boasted, fluffing out his mane.
Tugger shot him a look of mock offense, "Well I never!" he exclaimed, obviously putting on a bad act...like he was trying to mimic some of the older cats that spoke as such, "I'll have you know that the Rum Tum Tugger doesn't rate his company....most of the time," he grinned cheekily.
How often can you be on?: I'll try to check daily.
Password: rice pudding and mutton
Loyalty: Jellicle
Age: Young Adult
Family: Munkustrap (Half Brother), Admetus (Half Brother), Old Deuteronomy, Grizabella (Mother)
Appearance: A black and gold Maine Coon with copper eyes and spots suggesting there might be some bengal in his genetics. He has been adorned with accessories such as a studded belt and spiked collar. He has a very fluffy mane, which he grooms daily, and is very proud of, as well as an equally bushy tail.
greyscalerainbowxx.deviantart.com/art/The-Rum-Tum-Tugger-468636631
Personality: Like a typical cat of his breeding, he can be contrary and curious; never quite deciding if he wants in or out, this or that and making a general nuisance of himself. One thing that does get his attention is when he doesn't get the attention he wants. As soon as someone seems to be indifferent to his charms and general loud behavior, he becomes frustrated and tries every angle he can. He always wants what he can't have and usually even when he gets it he loses interest fairly fast. Despite all this he has a heart of gold and tries to do the right thing. He is a lover not a fighter, so often he ends up turning tail and running rather than engaging in battle. This is often comical given his breed is very large in comparison to others. He is very much aware that both queens and young toms adore him, and he soaks up all of the attention he can possibly get; it only feeds his ego.
History: He was born to Old Deuteronomy and Grizabella, growing up fairly close. However, due to Munkustrap always being the more responsible of the two he would act out in order to get attention. One point in conflict for the young tom was his mother leaving the tribe at an early age; he never understood why and it only caused him to act out more to hide the abandonment issues he was suffering through. If he seemed like he was compensating for something he most certainly was. It usually seemed to work so he kept up the behavior until it became a way of life for him. Always the fun-loving rebel type that annoys the elder and more mature cats, but adored by all the queens and kittens around him. He never had a problem with not being saddled with large responsibilities, always having had trouble making decisions because he's never truly sure what he wants. Tugger had gotten used to not being respected by a lot of cats at an early age and lets it roll off his back; but one thing that majorly irked him was being called a "terrible bore" at the ball by a certain conjurer. Since then he has been trying to get his attention in anyway he can, usually making a fool and annoyance out of himself as usual. Upon Grizabella's return to the tribe, he was one of the most vehement in rejecting her because he no longer could bring himself to forgive. By the end of the ball he found that capacity before she left for the Heavyside. He is now at peace with that side of his history, no longer angsting over it. When he's not in the yard he's usually found at his owners' house, having found a regular home as an indoor/outdoor cat. He spends most of his time in the yard, however.
Desired Pairings: Bombalurina (otherwise Open; discuss with me)
Roleplaying Sample: Tugger hadn't found anyone out and about, not even any cat on patrol, meaning that they might be on the other side of the territory and had contented himself for now with hunting. He had been sneaking up on a plump rat, however as he was just about to pounce something startled it and it scurried into a nearby junk heap. The big cat huffed, but then stalked away, tail in the air. Fine then, he didn't want that rat anyway. But he suddenly did want to climb up that particular heap.
He wasn't aware he had been leaning forward slightly to get a better look, claws digging into the wood until Mistoffelees had noticed him. The startled way he flopped over was so the opposite of grace that he couldn't help but laugh, and in the process of doing so leaned backward to sit down involuntarily. This sudden motion knocked the board underneath him loose and with a gasp and a startled yowl the board went sliding down the junk heap, Tugger along with it. He dug his claws into it and was able to keep his balance, eyes wide in shock. The wood knocked lots of miscellaneous junk out of its way, carving a clumsy path and bouncing roughly over whatever was too big to move. In the blink of an eye it reached the bottom with a thump and skidded to a halt, just a few feet past where Misto was sitting. After a few seconds of crouching there, fur standing on end, he sheathed his claws and hopped off to the gound, trying to hide the shakiness in his legs in a 'I totally did that on purpose' sort of way.
"What are you doing up so early, Sparkles?"
I'm sure if dusty coat tried anything at the next ball, it would be just as much of a fail as last ball," he boasted, fluffing out his mane.
Tugger shot him a look of mock offense, "Well I never!" he exclaimed, obviously putting on a bad act...like he was trying to mimic some of the older cats that spoke as such, "I'll have you know that the Rum Tum Tugger doesn't rate his company....most of the time," he grinned cheekily.
How often can you be on?: I'll try to check daily.
Password: rice pudding and mutton
