Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 20:14:09 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Fenrir, AKA Fen
Loyalty: Henches
Age: Unknown; He's probably an Adult (Between 26-35)
Family: Growltiger-Father; Keiiji-Half Brother; Alyssa-Daughter
Appearance: Fenrir is average. He's got to be average everything. Average height, average weight, average build. He never thought he was anything special, and still doesn't think so. He has no more or no less to offer then any other cat in the world. If he had any other build, or the closest he'd be considered to be, aside from average, would be lithe. He's good at stealing, he's good at fitting into places that you'd think would be impossible to get into, to sneak inside and steal. He is able to steal without causing a scene, and is smart enough to frame someone else for his thefts. He is a solid grey tom, with black tabby-printed tips and tail. His eyes shine a bright aqua.
chibs-panda.deviantart.com/art/Fen-and-Ray-209165604
((Drawn by Chibs-Panda))
Personality:
Judgmental
He is quick to judge and jump to conclusions, and will automatically think any new face is a potential threat and/or cat who will one day betray him. He keeps his openly hostile attitude to any cat open; especially for those in the Jellicle Tribe. However, he does have a certain respect for any cat he might come into contact with that could be labeled as a kindred spirit. However, he doesn't outright attack someone, at least not physically. He might with his witty tongue and harsh/cold words. But he tends to put a lot of stock into first impressions, and if you blow your first impression with him, don't expect to ever change Fen's mind on you. The tom can hold a grudge for a long time.
Independent
He is completely and one hundred percent independent. He usually will not rely on others for anything, believing in 'if you want something done right, do it yourself'. His opinion of most of the feline population is that they are untrustworthy. He doesn't rely on the word of a total stranger, knowing nothing can be taken at face value. Anything someone might say to him, is met with caution, and yes his paranoia causes him to follow up on what they tell him through other sources. Though it is his own judgmental hatred that has him so self sufficient, so self serving. He gets all he needs in order to survive by himself, and usually through theft. It has only been recently that he has started to rely on, and trust the others of his tribe. But he only trusts them as far as whatever job Macavity puts him on goes.
Broody
When Fenrir isn't loud and brash; attempting to drive his point home. Usually at the expense of others. When he's not walking around all paranoid and distrustful, expecting ambushed and betrayal around every corner. And when he's not brushing off other cats with his sarcasm. Fenrir can be quite introspective. He's the silent, stoic type. Always meditating on events, situations, or random instances that he finds confusing or troubling. He can lose himself to these thoughts, but sometimes it's the only way he can work out things and his own feelings on them, without adding more complications or getting outside interference. These brooding moods that Fenrir will get into, often make him seem (to the rest of the cats that see him or know him) as a moody individual. Moody, or just flat out depressing. It's pretty safe to say that Fenrir doesn't have many friends.
Literal
Fenrir is a very literal individual. He doesn't do it to be funny. Most of the time its a gut reaction, and a bit of a defense mechanism; to keep others at arms length. He's not afraid to get close to others, or make personal ties; he's just naturally distrustful and paranoid. He can be quite snippy or sarcastic when he is expressing his literalness. Though it does come out as more sarcastic then anything else. But even if he's in a good mood, he can't help but to point out something literal, or heck even obvious. On the rare occasions when he is in a good mood, this particular trait can come off as humorous or even dorky. He's not fond of these labels, but he'll tolerate them.
History: Much of Fenrir's past his lost to him. He does have flashes and brief insight into what transpired in his past, but not enough to give him the gist. More often then not, the bits of his past that are floating around in his mind, only serve to confuse, frustrate, and irritate him. His first solid memory of his past was of him running through the streets of London as if he had been running for his life. He had found shelter that night, and when he awoke the next morning, he was still alone. No family had come looking for him, and no enemies had been knocking down his door to hurt/kill him. Instinct is a powerful thing, and his instinct to survive took over. It didn't take him too long to learn the basics, and soon he was living on his own; taking what he needed and evading any locals he may have ticked off by stealing from them. This was also the start of him beginning to map out the city, the streets, the side streets, the paths, the hideouts, and all the secret niches that can't be found on regular maps. (It was his secret weapon, in order to survive)
He kept to himself, and didn't speak to anyone else. However, the first cat that he unfortunately did run into, had tried to be friendly. When they asked him his name, he had froze briefly. After that, Fenrir kept conversations with future cats to a minimum and began to believe everyone knew something about him that he didn't and couldn't afford his survival in the trust of total strangers. Distrust became his armor against the rest of the world. Years probably passed before the next big memory was really ingrained into his mind; meeting Macavity. Fenrir had crept into a warehouse, one he wasn't aware was occupied by the rising Hench cats, and even if he did he would have still gone in to get the supplies he had needed. Because he had been running low on food and needed some expensive jewels for barter, he stole them from under the Napolean of Crime's nose. Macavity's strong henches (at the time) chased Fenrir to get there supplies back from Fenrir. But using his knowledge of the city he had been mapping, he was able to use a small and mostly hidden crack to escape.
He had been cheeky and arrogant enough to wave from the other side as he ran off with his stolen items. It didn't take Macavity too long afterwards to track Fenrir down. The ginger cat himself tracked Fenrir to the pathetic hovel he was currently taking shelter in. Macavity had been more impressed by how Fenrir had not only stolen from him, but was brave and stupid enough to steal from the hidden paw, clever enough to get away. Fenrir had some of his best henchmen standing there scratching their heads and realizing Fenrir wasn't there anymore; he was gone. Macavity was the only other one to be able to do that, and when he found out Fen wasn't a mystic either, only further impressed the ginger tom. Macavity had given Fen an offer to get out of his poor shelter, and into better living quarters, if only Fen would agree to work with him. It wasn't a difficult choice, and Fen accepted. He was still distrustful, but he knew Macavity could supply him with a little more stability, and he saw the benefits to their deal. Over the years, he has come to respect only Macavity, and has learned to tolerate the rest of the Henchcats.
Desired Pairings: Fenrir/Exotica, Fenrir/Griddlebone, Fenrir/Banshee...(open)
Roleplaying Sample: The grey tabby had some cuts and bruises on his body from fighting back the toms that jumped him just as Violet took Zephyri. Though, despite his beaten body, the toms were now unconscious and barely breathing. His nose sniffed the air, picking up the lingering scent of Violet. He growled deeply, thinking of her. She was going to feel his wrath. Just because he looked fragile, didn't mean he was. He knew he couldn't kill her, not without getting Zephyri killed or injured.
Not that he cared about someone he had just met. His whole vendetta was to go against Violet; for hiring imbeciles to take him out, for being too much of a coward by running away with a hostage, instead of fighting him herself. Zeph was a kindred spirit, and he wasn't going to be the cause of another death. Not for someone who didn't deserve it. He caught up to there scent and growled at Violet to get her attention. Hopefully, Zephyri would take the hint that he was giving her the time she needed to escape. If not, then there wasn't a thing he could do about that.
"Are you incapable of facing a worthy opponent? You must be." There wasn't much emotion, just determination. Considering he'd just beat her toms to within an inch of their lives. "Look at you. Hiring toms to distract me or kill me, just so you can take a hostage...All because I turned you down." Pathetic wasn't on his lips, but it was certainly implied in his voice.
How often can you be on?: Will try to be on everyday, but this is not always so. Will definitely post at least once a week; if not more.
Password: Rice Puddoolllin' & Muttttton
Comments: Fenrir is a name he took on himself, his real name and much of his past is muddled to him, and a complete mystery.
Loyalty: Henches
Age: Unknown; He's probably an Adult (Between 26-35)
Family: Growltiger-Father; Keiiji-Half Brother; Alyssa-Daughter
Appearance: Fenrir is average. He's got to be average everything. Average height, average weight, average build. He never thought he was anything special, and still doesn't think so. He has no more or no less to offer then any other cat in the world. If he had any other build, or the closest he'd be considered to be, aside from average, would be lithe. He's good at stealing, he's good at fitting into places that you'd think would be impossible to get into, to sneak inside and steal. He is able to steal without causing a scene, and is smart enough to frame someone else for his thefts. He is a solid grey tom, with black tabby-printed tips and tail. His eyes shine a bright aqua.
chibs-panda.deviantart.com/art/Fen-and-Ray-209165604
((Drawn by Chibs-Panda))
Personality:
Judgmental
He is quick to judge and jump to conclusions, and will automatically think any new face is a potential threat and/or cat who will one day betray him. He keeps his openly hostile attitude to any cat open; especially for those in the Jellicle Tribe. However, he does have a certain respect for any cat he might come into contact with that could be labeled as a kindred spirit. However, he doesn't outright attack someone, at least not physically. He might with his witty tongue and harsh/cold words. But he tends to put a lot of stock into first impressions, and if you blow your first impression with him, don't expect to ever change Fen's mind on you. The tom can hold a grudge for a long time.
Independent
He is completely and one hundred percent independent. He usually will not rely on others for anything, believing in 'if you want something done right, do it yourself'. His opinion of most of the feline population is that they are untrustworthy. He doesn't rely on the word of a total stranger, knowing nothing can be taken at face value. Anything someone might say to him, is met with caution, and yes his paranoia causes him to follow up on what they tell him through other sources. Though it is his own judgmental hatred that has him so self sufficient, so self serving. He gets all he needs in order to survive by himself, and usually through theft. It has only been recently that he has started to rely on, and trust the others of his tribe. But he only trusts them as far as whatever job Macavity puts him on goes.
Broody
When Fenrir isn't loud and brash; attempting to drive his point home. Usually at the expense of others. When he's not walking around all paranoid and distrustful, expecting ambushed and betrayal around every corner. And when he's not brushing off other cats with his sarcasm. Fenrir can be quite introspective. He's the silent, stoic type. Always meditating on events, situations, or random instances that he finds confusing or troubling. He can lose himself to these thoughts, but sometimes it's the only way he can work out things and his own feelings on them, without adding more complications or getting outside interference. These brooding moods that Fenrir will get into, often make him seem (to the rest of the cats that see him or know him) as a moody individual. Moody, or just flat out depressing. It's pretty safe to say that Fenrir doesn't have many friends.
Literal
Fenrir is a very literal individual. He doesn't do it to be funny. Most of the time its a gut reaction, and a bit of a defense mechanism; to keep others at arms length. He's not afraid to get close to others, or make personal ties; he's just naturally distrustful and paranoid. He can be quite snippy or sarcastic when he is expressing his literalness. Though it does come out as more sarcastic then anything else. But even if he's in a good mood, he can't help but to point out something literal, or heck even obvious. On the rare occasions when he is in a good mood, this particular trait can come off as humorous or even dorky. He's not fond of these labels, but he'll tolerate them.
History: Much of Fenrir's past his lost to him. He does have flashes and brief insight into what transpired in his past, but not enough to give him the gist. More often then not, the bits of his past that are floating around in his mind, only serve to confuse, frustrate, and irritate him. His first solid memory of his past was of him running through the streets of London as if he had been running for his life. He had found shelter that night, and when he awoke the next morning, he was still alone. No family had come looking for him, and no enemies had been knocking down his door to hurt/kill him. Instinct is a powerful thing, and his instinct to survive took over. It didn't take him too long to learn the basics, and soon he was living on his own; taking what he needed and evading any locals he may have ticked off by stealing from them. This was also the start of him beginning to map out the city, the streets, the side streets, the paths, the hideouts, and all the secret niches that can't be found on regular maps. (It was his secret weapon, in order to survive)
He kept to himself, and didn't speak to anyone else. However, the first cat that he unfortunately did run into, had tried to be friendly. When they asked him his name, he had froze briefly. After that, Fenrir kept conversations with future cats to a minimum and began to believe everyone knew something about him that he didn't and couldn't afford his survival in the trust of total strangers. Distrust became his armor against the rest of the world. Years probably passed before the next big memory was really ingrained into his mind; meeting Macavity. Fenrir had crept into a warehouse, one he wasn't aware was occupied by the rising Hench cats, and even if he did he would have still gone in to get the supplies he had needed. Because he had been running low on food and needed some expensive jewels for barter, he stole them from under the Napolean of Crime's nose. Macavity's strong henches (at the time) chased Fenrir to get there supplies back from Fenrir. But using his knowledge of the city he had been mapping, he was able to use a small and mostly hidden crack to escape.
He had been cheeky and arrogant enough to wave from the other side as he ran off with his stolen items. It didn't take Macavity too long afterwards to track Fenrir down. The ginger cat himself tracked Fenrir to the pathetic hovel he was currently taking shelter in. Macavity had been more impressed by how Fenrir had not only stolen from him, but was brave and stupid enough to steal from the hidden paw, clever enough to get away. Fenrir had some of his best henchmen standing there scratching their heads and realizing Fenrir wasn't there anymore; he was gone. Macavity was the only other one to be able to do that, and when he found out Fen wasn't a mystic either, only further impressed the ginger tom. Macavity had given Fen an offer to get out of his poor shelter, and into better living quarters, if only Fen would agree to work with him. It wasn't a difficult choice, and Fen accepted. He was still distrustful, but he knew Macavity could supply him with a little more stability, and he saw the benefits to their deal. Over the years, he has come to respect only Macavity, and has learned to tolerate the rest of the Henchcats.
Desired Pairings: Fenrir/Exotica, Fenrir/Griddlebone, Fenrir/Banshee...(open)
Roleplaying Sample: The grey tabby had some cuts and bruises on his body from fighting back the toms that jumped him just as Violet took Zephyri. Though, despite his beaten body, the toms were now unconscious and barely breathing. His nose sniffed the air, picking up the lingering scent of Violet. He growled deeply, thinking of her. She was going to feel his wrath. Just because he looked fragile, didn't mean he was. He knew he couldn't kill her, not without getting Zephyri killed or injured.
Not that he cared about someone he had just met. His whole vendetta was to go against Violet; for hiring imbeciles to take him out, for being too much of a coward by running away with a hostage, instead of fighting him herself. Zeph was a kindred spirit, and he wasn't going to be the cause of another death. Not for someone who didn't deserve it. He caught up to there scent and growled at Violet to get her attention. Hopefully, Zephyri would take the hint that he was giving her the time she needed to escape. If not, then there wasn't a thing he could do about that.
"Are you incapable of facing a worthy opponent? You must be." There wasn't much emotion, just determination. Considering he'd just beat her toms to within an inch of their lives. "Look at you. Hiring toms to distract me or kill me, just so you can take a hostage...All because I turned you down." Pathetic wasn't on his lips, but it was certainly implied in his voice.
How often can you be on?: Will try to be on everyday, but this is not always so. Will definitely post at least once a week; if not more.
Password: Rice Puddoolllin' & Muttttton
Comments: Fenrir is a name he took on himself, his real name and much of his past is muddled to him, and a complete mystery.
