Post by dodd4 on Oct 7, 2014 15:28:30 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Grumbuskin
Loyalty: Jellicles
Age: well preserved older
Appearance: he is a silverback taby with black stripes and extenisive scars, he has three prominate scars that cross his muzzle parallel to one another the shortest of which just misses his left eye. he wears a polka dot kerchife around his neck.
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Personality: loyalty and caution are Grumbuskins bye words. he can be brutaly honest and brusque and is open about his dark past for which he attempts to atone. while cautious he can be quite expidient and will do what needs to be done and we can talk about what's "honorable" or not when we're done and back in port. he has a tendency to use nautical terms which combinded with his broge can make him dificult to follow sometimes for the land based Jeliclles.
due to his exposure to certain human elements he tends to refer to opponents who he holds in low regarde as Black and Tans.
Background: Grumbuskin was a Bravo Cat, and in his youth he was as viscious and rutheless as any cutting a bloody name for himself.
as a kitten and growing up he was a ships cat on several vessals that were involved with shady dealings along the Irish coast most comonly smuggling usually involved with one sepratist movement or another, over the years he was on boats connected with both sides of The Troubles and learned from the Humans that the Strong take what they want. between these he signed on with Growltiger and quickly became his Bucko or Firstmate. he saw how the loss of Mate and Son affected his Captain and stuck by him through thick and thin till the Last Stand by which
time even he had had enough of Growltigers abusive and reckless behavior. the parting of the ways was a bitter one and he was steered to the Junk Yard Tribe by Stubinz and Gus one long night at the Lark and Rose. Grumbuskin saw in the Tribe something good if gentle, something worthy of his loyalty and worth protecting. he joined the Tribe and seeks a redemption by protecting them that he really does not expect to find,
he feels that his past is a bit to bloody for that but maybe in the next of his nine. like Jerrie and Teazer he often go's out and...procures things that the Tribe might need.
Pairing would like: he feels a bit long in the tooth for that but he does have a fondness for Rumpleteazer.
Roleplaying Sample: the further shriek and the smell of blood decided things for Grumbuskin, whether they were the ones that he was looking for they had a drubbing coming.
from the mouth of the alley the alleycats heard a hoarse gravely voice...singing.
" 'Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.'
now my fine francach's you couldn't handle a full grown Queen so ya thought that ya'd try yer luck with a kitten ey? na smart na smart at'all."
Grumbuskin nodded, "well tha takes care o' tha preliminaries,"
then he stepped forward and moving with startling speed Grumbuskin struck his chosen alley cat three times. the first a sharp rap to the nose, the second brought the sticks narrow end sharply into his solar plexus, when he doubled over from THAT the return arc brought the sticks knob against the back of the thugs head laying him out on the pavement.
"and THAT my fine boyo, is the Practice of the Shillelagh Law!
now which of ya francach's is to be next in the docket?"
Comments: he is in no way a mystic though he can read some human writing mostly words like CAUTION CONTENTS UNDER PRESURE...WARNING HIGH VOLTAGE... HAZZARDOUS MATERIAL... and the like. he has a frightening collection of edged implaments in his den and favors carying either Bata fighting sticks or a a schefiled carving knife that he wields like a broad sword.
How often can you be on?: daily.
Password: rice pudding and mutton
Loyalty: Jellicles
Age: well preserved older
Appearance: he is a silverback taby with black stripes and extenisive scars, he has three prominate scars that cross his muzzle parallel to one another the shortest of which just misses his left eye. he wears a polka dot kerchife around his neck.
fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/304/d/e/grumbuskin_maintains_his_edge_by_dodd4-d5jjxpd.jpg
Personality: loyalty and caution are Grumbuskins bye words. he can be brutaly honest and brusque and is open about his dark past for which he attempts to atone. while cautious he can be quite expidient and will do what needs to be done and we can talk about what's "honorable" or not when we're done and back in port. he has a tendency to use nautical terms which combinded with his broge can make him dificult to follow sometimes for the land based Jeliclles.
due to his exposure to certain human elements he tends to refer to opponents who he holds in low regarde as Black and Tans.
Background: Grumbuskin was a Bravo Cat, and in his youth he was as viscious and rutheless as any cutting a bloody name for himself.
as a kitten and growing up he was a ships cat on several vessals that were involved with shady dealings along the Irish coast most comonly smuggling usually involved with one sepratist movement or another, over the years he was on boats connected with both sides of The Troubles and learned from the Humans that the Strong take what they want. between these he signed on with Growltiger and quickly became his Bucko or Firstmate. he saw how the loss of Mate and Son affected his Captain and stuck by him through thick and thin till the Last Stand by which
time even he had had enough of Growltigers abusive and reckless behavior. the parting of the ways was a bitter one and he was steered to the Junk Yard Tribe by Stubinz and Gus one long night at the Lark and Rose. Grumbuskin saw in the Tribe something good if gentle, something worthy of his loyalty and worth protecting. he joined the Tribe and seeks a redemption by protecting them that he really does not expect to find,
he feels that his past is a bit to bloody for that but maybe in the next of his nine. like Jerrie and Teazer he often go's out and...procures things that the Tribe might need.
Pairing would like: he feels a bit long in the tooth for that but he does have a fondness for Rumpleteazer.
Roleplaying Sample: the further shriek and the smell of blood decided things for Grumbuskin, whether they were the ones that he was looking for they had a drubbing coming.
from the mouth of the alley the alleycats heard a hoarse gravely voice...singing.
" 'Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.'
now my fine francach's you couldn't handle a full grown Queen so ya thought that ya'd try yer luck with a kitten ey? na smart na smart at'all."
Grumbuskin nodded, "well tha takes care o' tha preliminaries,"
then he stepped forward and moving with startling speed Grumbuskin struck his chosen alley cat three times. the first a sharp rap to the nose, the second brought the sticks narrow end sharply into his solar plexus, when he doubled over from THAT the return arc brought the sticks knob against the back of the thugs head laying him out on the pavement.
"and THAT my fine boyo, is the Practice of the Shillelagh Law!
now which of ya francach's is to be next in the docket?"
Comments: he is in no way a mystic though he can read some human writing mostly words like CAUTION CONTENTS UNDER PRESURE...WARNING HIGH VOLTAGE... HAZZARDOUS MATERIAL... and the like. he has a frightening collection of edged implaments in his den and favors carying either Bata fighting sticks or a a schefiled carving knife that he wields like a broad sword.
How often can you be on?: daily.
Password: rice pudding and mutton
