Post by greyscalerainbow on Oct 1, 2014 20:38:36 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Pascal
Loyalty: Hench
Age: Adult (late 20s)
Family: Unknown
Appearance: A champagne coated tabby with silver muzzle and underbelly. His tabby markings are a deep copper of varying shades, with nearly geometric shapes to them. He has a form of ocular albinism where his eyes are originally a pale blue, however the blood vessels are so active in his eyes that rather than turning them red, they are a light violet. This caused cats to avoid him at an early age.
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Personality: He's they guy that Michael Jackson song is about; the smooth criminal. He's got his own brand of charm and suavity, taking after his master in many ways. He can crack a joke one moment and kill you the next, so it's best not to be on his wrong side. Ever obedient, he serves his master in anyway he can, never arguing, but always up for offering any advice requested of him or wherever appropriate. He is very intelligent, as he hadn't gotten to his ranking without it, and his cunning. Always up for a game of cards, this is one cat not to be trifled with. He is often found smoking cigarettes he's pillaged off of humans and/or indulging in some whiskey and catnip on the side whenever he isn't involved in missions or patrols. Because of these habits his coat reeks of tobacco and whiskey. He also has notoriously convincing acting skills and will often pull the wool over the eyes of an unsuspecting victim. This also aides him in playing cards, however even with his strategy, poker face, and cheating techniques, he still has not been able to best Macavity. They both know the other cheats, which turns the game even more interesting.
History: The circumstances of Pascal's birth are unknown even to him. Everything in his early childhood had happened when he was too young to remember it, but he was either rejected by his parents for his genetic mutation of the eyes, or adopted out to a family if his parents were house cats. Either way, he eventually ended up on the streets trying to survive before ending up in a shelter. He would have been adopted out quickly, but he was a very skittish, naughty kitten and would often bite and claw at any human who handled him. Thus, his time in the shelter was running out and a date was set for him and others to be euthanized. Then one day, Macavity happened to have a raid on that particular shelter planned, as a few agents had gotten themselves thrown in there along with a target that needed to be "stifled." Caught up in the commotion, Pascal was pressed against the bars in awe when he saw the Hidden Paw himself pass by his cage. At that time, the Hidden Paw had asked the kitten if he would rather die in this cage, or join with him. It was a no-brainer on the kitten's part. He joined immediately and Macavity ripped the door from its hinges. Since then he was the prodigy, the kitten who could get into places adult henches couldn't and so forth. As he grew he was molded into the model agent of the organization. His loyalty is strong and he would never betray the boss; any innocence he might have had is long gone from him and there is no going back.
Desired Pairings: [Open]
Roleplaying Sample: "You lousy...you cheated, I know you did! That's an unfair win." "Ahhh but can you prove this, my friend? If you ask me, I think someone is merely being a poor sport." {probably what Macavity would tease in return but it could also be similar to lines he himself has shot to opponents.}
So this little black and white cat was the one responsible for the boss's failure last ball? Well then...he supposed he could either rough him up a little bit and bring him to the hide out, but was wondering if he should be a bit more gentle. Magical cats were quite unpredictable, as he knew from his dealings with the Hidden Paw. Instead he stayed hidden, waiting for any opportunity that presented itself.
Pascal immediately found out that this would be more difficult than he at first thought, but he didn't let it show. Fine, he'll play this game. "Ah, sorry for sneaking up on you like that," he mewed, paws raised, "I was in the area and I saw you but wasn't sure if I should approach...I am Kestrel, and you?" He knew very well the jellicle wouldn't question his name, as the naming of cats is a difficult matter and that each has three different names. So if he used a name other than his more dignified one he wasn't exactly lying. It was a plausible name given by humans.
Pascal swore in his head. He had to so something now or he would miss his chance. He nodded and mewed his good bye and thanks, waiting for the moment this cat turned his back on him to strike. This was getting ridiculous. Screw being stealthy; he was fast enough and the grass was tall enough he could get away with it.
Pascal was standing a little ways of to the side and signaled to another cat who brought a small dish of water, which was placed in front of the tux. Macavity couldn't hold a conversation in such conditions, afterall. Once the ginger nodded in satisfaction, the henchcat scurried away, and Pascal leaned against the wall, and lit a cat-sized cigarette; from the stench and look of it, it seemed to be paw rolled. He must get his own tobacco from somewhere.
How often can you be on?: I'll try to check daily
Password: rice pudding and mutton
Loyalty: Hench
Age: Adult (late 20s)
Family: Unknown
Appearance: A champagne coated tabby with silver muzzle and underbelly. His tabby markings are a deep copper of varying shades, with nearly geometric shapes to them. He has a form of ocular albinism where his eyes are originally a pale blue, however the blood vessels are so active in his eyes that rather than turning them red, they are a light violet. This caused cats to avoid him at an early age.
Personality: He's they guy that Michael Jackson song is about; the smooth criminal. He's got his own brand of charm and suavity, taking after his master in many ways. He can crack a joke one moment and kill you the next, so it's best not to be on his wrong side. Ever obedient, he serves his master in anyway he can, never arguing, but always up for offering any advice requested of him or wherever appropriate. He is very intelligent, as he hadn't gotten to his ranking without it, and his cunning. Always up for a game of cards, this is one cat not to be trifled with. He is often found smoking cigarettes he's pillaged off of humans and/or indulging in some whiskey and catnip on the side whenever he isn't involved in missions or patrols. Because of these habits his coat reeks of tobacco and whiskey. He also has notoriously convincing acting skills and will often pull the wool over the eyes of an unsuspecting victim. This also aides him in playing cards, however even with his strategy, poker face, and cheating techniques, he still has not been able to best Macavity. They both know the other cheats, which turns the game even more interesting.
History: The circumstances of Pascal's birth are unknown even to him. Everything in his early childhood had happened when he was too young to remember it, but he was either rejected by his parents for his genetic mutation of the eyes, or adopted out to a family if his parents were house cats. Either way, he eventually ended up on the streets trying to survive before ending up in a shelter. He would have been adopted out quickly, but he was a very skittish, naughty kitten and would often bite and claw at any human who handled him. Thus, his time in the shelter was running out and a date was set for him and others to be euthanized. Then one day, Macavity happened to have a raid on that particular shelter planned, as a few agents had gotten themselves thrown in there along with a target that needed to be "stifled." Caught up in the commotion, Pascal was pressed against the bars in awe when he saw the Hidden Paw himself pass by his cage. At that time, the Hidden Paw had asked the kitten if he would rather die in this cage, or join with him. It was a no-brainer on the kitten's part. He joined immediately and Macavity ripped the door from its hinges. Since then he was the prodigy, the kitten who could get into places adult henches couldn't and so forth. As he grew he was molded into the model agent of the organization. His loyalty is strong and he would never betray the boss; any innocence he might have had is long gone from him and there is no going back.
Desired Pairings: [Open]
Roleplaying Sample: "You lousy...you cheated, I know you did! That's an unfair win." "Ahhh but can you prove this, my friend? If you ask me, I think someone is merely being a poor sport." {probably what Macavity would tease in return but it could also be similar to lines he himself has shot to opponents.}
So this little black and white cat was the one responsible for the boss's failure last ball? Well then...he supposed he could either rough him up a little bit and bring him to the hide out, but was wondering if he should be a bit more gentle. Magical cats were quite unpredictable, as he knew from his dealings with the Hidden Paw. Instead he stayed hidden, waiting for any opportunity that presented itself.
Pascal immediately found out that this would be more difficult than he at first thought, but he didn't let it show. Fine, he'll play this game. "Ah, sorry for sneaking up on you like that," he mewed, paws raised, "I was in the area and I saw you but wasn't sure if I should approach...I am Kestrel, and you?" He knew very well the jellicle wouldn't question his name, as the naming of cats is a difficult matter and that each has three different names. So if he used a name other than his more dignified one he wasn't exactly lying. It was a plausible name given by humans.
Pascal swore in his head. He had to so something now or he would miss his chance. He nodded and mewed his good bye and thanks, waiting for the moment this cat turned his back on him to strike. This was getting ridiculous. Screw being stealthy; he was fast enough and the grass was tall enough he could get away with it.
Pascal was standing a little ways of to the side and signaled to another cat who brought a small dish of water, which was placed in front of the tux. Macavity couldn't hold a conversation in such conditions, afterall. Once the ginger nodded in satisfaction, the henchcat scurried away, and Pascal leaned against the wall, and lit a cat-sized cigarette; from the stench and look of it, it seemed to be paw rolled. He must get his own tobacco from somewhere.
How often can you be on?: I'll try to check daily
Password: rice pudding and mutton
