Post by Okami_pyon on Oct 16, 2014 2:12:08 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Lucifer,many don't like to call him by that name and often call him Luce,luci,fer,fern,and one queen calls him Gabriel
Loyalty: Jellicle,with a slight loyalty to his father
Age: Young Adult (24)
Family: Macavity- Father, Munkustrap- Cousin,Admetus-Cousin
Appearance:
His fur is a cold silvery gray donned with the famous red and black stripes of his dreaded father. His fur is sleek, going straight back with little tufts her and there, pleasant to the touch. His ears are big and pointed, always alert. With eyes a chilling mix of gray and blue, lined by black. A dark brown noise, and nearly invisible whiskers. He has tiny paws that fit his rather small body,with sharpened claws that he tends to keep out. His face is rather angular, giving him a awfully serious look about him.
Personality:
Lucifer seems to be a dark and isolated Tom.Hiding in the shadows and releasing a ferocious hiss at anyone who dears disturb him. He angers easily ,shooting down everyone with a icy stare. He makes sarcastic or indifferent remarks that always carry a sting when he talks. His accent is that Received Pronunciation. He scares others away then laughs wickedly,enjoying the terror in their eyes. They say its only a matter of time before he becomes just as evil as his father. But all of that is a bigger pile of dog poop than that story about how bunnies are little clouds.
In all reality Lucifer is just a lonely Tom,he knows he's not accepted so he keeps others distant from him so that they can't hurt him. His snarky remarks is him covering up his upset with anger. He sits alone because the silence loves him for who he is,hides in the shadows because he's ashamed to be seen. Sometimes he cries in his sleep.
If anyone gets close enough to tell,he is actually one of the most noble toms you could know. He thinks of others before himself,and though he may seem to be harsh by chasing others away he is just keeping others out of trouble of being seen with him. He is sweet and cautious,lacing his actions in a bad boy persona so no one notices. His "wicked" laugh if actually rather adorable, being such a contrast from his deep voice,with it's pitchy high tone, and little squeaks. He isn't quite aware of affection,for he hasn't received any in such a long time.
When not thinking about those things he reverts to his original personality. The loveable,flamboyant,ball of sunshine he was as a kit. He used to be told that his laugh was the cutest thing ever. Always looking at the positive side,being hopeful of better tomorrows. Lifting spirits wherever he goes with charming and playful nature. It's a surprise that down underneath everything that the real him is still there,it was nearly all but destroyed by the prejudice and shunning.
On a musical note,he has the voice of a angel,reaching 4 different octaves, and coming out with a almost unearthly grace. It's almost heartbreaking how much emotion goes into his singing, especially when he sings sad songs. The style is of ballads,power ballads,serenades,and carries into whatever he may sing. His dancing is fluid and can spin into dramatic changes without a effort. His whole body goes into his dancing which if he were only seen dancing many might mistake him for a Queen.
History:
Lucifer was a adorable kit, his small body laced in red,and bright, hopefilled eyes. He was a dear, always open to helping others and always smiling. Said to radiate the moon's essence itself. He was all about joy and unity living under the thought that all cats were friends until made enemies, that no matter what a cat was still a cat. Too innocent and naive to realize the worldwas full of hate and scorn. Lucifer received constant attention but not for the reasons most would then,it wasn't because they loved him or cared about him. No, it was because they pitied him, because he was a bastard kitten, didn't know who his mother or father was. They, THEY assumed that they could save him, raise him as a "normally" jellice and be his family. Make him forget all about not having his own mother or father in his life. Therefore he was praised and showered with attention, but not loved, no never loved. Why would they waste their love on him when they had their own kittens to care about.
As time went on the other members had no time for the kitten at all and often left him alone giving him a answer of "not now, luce" or "I'm busy right now, dear." At first he was fine with waiting but as time went on they completely forgotten to get back to him or to check on him. Time processed and the tribe thrived while he grew distant. One day he heard the queens gossiping about something in hushed voices ,and like any curious kitten would, decided to listen in and eeh gad! They were talking about him! From what his ears told him his mother was one to hang with the wrong crowd. One day she came back spazzing about macavity and some type of evil planted inside of her. When she had to kit she called him lucifer, a demon, evil, ,and then left saying that she couldn't raise macavity's child. The queens said they hoped he wouldn't had find out.
T-That to be a mix up........no way was he that child right? But deep down he knew it, it only made sense........and his world was forever changed.
He was upset for days after that , clinging to the only other cat that had time for him,Munkustrap. The other cat though just a few years older than himself became his role model, he loved his cousin dearly. They were constantly side by side, but even munk got a little boring sometimes and so one day he decided to look into this father of his.
He snuck out while everyone was sleep and (somehow) found his way to hench territory. Though he was just a kit and shouldn't have been there no one forced him to leave, he got remarks like "What changes doing ere kit?" And "Don't you get yourself into no sticky business " but it was more out of concern than just being mean. And they never forced him to leave, some would even pet him,ask about him,feed him. For the first time he felt loved, in the place he was told to be evil. While there he decided he wanted to see his father and with assistance from a daring hench found his father's office and snuck it. His memories after that is a blur,he saw the great ginger Tom himself and. ............he doesn't remember what happened next. He just was back at the yard as if he had dreamt it.
He went back to sticking to munk like glue after that, having a much needed distraction from thinking about the whole macavity thing. He was taught a lot of things to keep him busy, songs,dances,poems,rules,mannerisms, stories, you name it. The jellicle always had him preoccupied with learning new things, they were a perfect distraction.
But gradually they began running out of things to teach him,and it went back to the "hold on,luce" "i'm busy,luce" routine. Therefore he hung on munkustrap all the time instead of just commonly, he would watch the way the other did everything,studying him eagerly. Munkustrap was the only cat that really seemed to like luce being around him, he explanied things that luce normally didnt understand, and also kept him from sneaking off. It went this way for years,the others pretty much ignoring him and him tagging along munk.
It got harder for him to be around munk as they got older. Munk began training to be guardian and luce old enough to care for himself and left alone often.
The whispers started around that time,seeming that he had become introverted and his face had angled out. Somehow the macavity story about him had become common knowledge whispered among the adults. Over time this kept happening making him ashamed to even go out in front of the others. They began conducting meetings without him, leaving him out of the loop of tribe information. They kept munkustrap busy,and so lucifer was alone all the time. People avoided him and refused to talk to him,or politely declined any help he would offer.
He was sick of this treatment so he began avoiding the others they way they avoided him. He would sneak around listening to the meetings and conversions to get knowledge of common events.
He mostly only heard boring things like how to entertain kits or something like that,but their was one day in particular that he would never forget. Those words they said,the betrayal he felt,it was all so clear. They were talking about him again,again after they ruined his life the first time,and who would believe what they said now. They wanted to kick him out of the tribe,and munkustrap-wait munkus.....no ,that couldn't be right. Munk would never be so cruel,munkus actually loved him,he knew better than to believe the others and kick him out. B-but what was the words he was hearing?! He couldn't take anymore and ran off. That's when it all started,the hissing,the chasing off,the snappy remarks,and it all came to munkus first. He rushed his way to the other Tom with a burning fury and forcefully pushed him,as if about to fight. "You,you were lying to me all this time! I thought you liked me,I thought you actually cared! But it was a lie,of course it was,you were just on babysitting duty and had to keep me controlled. I should have known,everyone else here hates me...why wouldn't you. " He snapped at munkus in a way that he wouldn't have dared when he was younger. He was trying to uphold the bad boy persona that everyone pegged him in front of munkustrap but instead he had begun to cry,wept like a kitten in front of the silver tabby. " I can't believe you,I thought you loved me. But you're just as cruel as the others. You hate me too. You think that the sooner I leave is better" Mukus had a way of calming him in moments like this but he didn't want to be calmed. " Don't touch me! Don't...... ,Just leave me alone,I wouldn't want to waste any of your precious time" and with that he had run off until he was sure he wouldn't be found. He fell into living with his harsh persona as a barrier. This is how he stays now,deep down he wants to prove that he's not who they think he is...but there is no way he'll risk being hurt again.
Pairings: eeeeeeeeh can't think of any, Munkus and Luce?, Just kidding, so Open
Roleplaying Sample:
Lucifer padded into the area with a sigh. What was up with this place, claiming to be a haven for all cats and then being so prejudice. It was outrageous, he wonered how many cats agreed with him. How many cats neither wanted to be jellicle or hench but wanted to belong somewhere. Maybe.............maybe it was a crazy idea but what if he made his own tribe, one that was truly accepting. One that was neutral and had no violence, or strife. Located in the neutral lands.............. ....... What if he did that? It could be for the best.
How often can you be on?:
possibly Daily
Password:
Rice pudding and Mutton,yes?
Comments:
If
you want a voice reference I would use Pellek but it's not cannon
Loyalty: Jellicle,with a slight loyalty to his father
Age: Young Adult (24)
Family: Macavity- Father, Munkustrap- Cousin,Admetus-Cousin
Appearance:
His fur is a cold silvery gray donned with the famous red and black stripes of his dreaded father. His fur is sleek, going straight back with little tufts her and there, pleasant to the touch. His ears are big and pointed, always alert. With eyes a chilling mix of gray and blue, lined by black. A dark brown noise, and nearly invisible whiskers. He has tiny paws that fit his rather small body,with sharpened claws that he tends to keep out. His face is rather angular, giving him a awfully serious look about him.
Personality:
Lucifer seems to be a dark and isolated Tom.Hiding in the shadows and releasing a ferocious hiss at anyone who dears disturb him. He angers easily ,shooting down everyone with a icy stare. He makes sarcastic or indifferent remarks that always carry a sting when he talks. His accent is that Received Pronunciation. He scares others away then laughs wickedly,enjoying the terror in their eyes. They say its only a matter of time before he becomes just as evil as his father. But all of that is a bigger pile of dog poop than that story about how bunnies are little clouds.
In all reality Lucifer is just a lonely Tom,he knows he's not accepted so he keeps others distant from him so that they can't hurt him. His snarky remarks is him covering up his upset with anger. He sits alone because the silence loves him for who he is,hides in the shadows because he's ashamed to be seen. Sometimes he cries in his sleep.
If anyone gets close enough to tell,he is actually one of the most noble toms you could know. He thinks of others before himself,and though he may seem to be harsh by chasing others away he is just keeping others out of trouble of being seen with him. He is sweet and cautious,lacing his actions in a bad boy persona so no one notices. His "wicked" laugh if actually rather adorable, being such a contrast from his deep voice,with it's pitchy high tone, and little squeaks. He isn't quite aware of affection,for he hasn't received any in such a long time.
When not thinking about those things he reverts to his original personality. The loveable,flamboyant,ball of sunshine he was as a kit. He used to be told that his laugh was the cutest thing ever. Always looking at the positive side,being hopeful of better tomorrows. Lifting spirits wherever he goes with charming and playful nature. It's a surprise that down underneath everything that the real him is still there,it was nearly all but destroyed by the prejudice and shunning.
On a musical note,he has the voice of a angel,reaching 4 different octaves, and coming out with a almost unearthly grace. It's almost heartbreaking how much emotion goes into his singing, especially when he sings sad songs. The style is of ballads,power ballads,serenades,and carries into whatever he may sing. His dancing is fluid and can spin into dramatic changes without a effort. His whole body goes into his dancing which if he were only seen dancing many might mistake him for a Queen.
History:
Lucifer was a adorable kit, his small body laced in red,and bright, hopefilled eyes. He was a dear, always open to helping others and always smiling. Said to radiate the moon's essence itself. He was all about joy and unity living under the thought that all cats were friends until made enemies, that no matter what a cat was still a cat. Too innocent and naive to realize the worldwas full of hate and scorn. Lucifer received constant attention but not for the reasons most would then,it wasn't because they loved him or cared about him. No, it was because they pitied him, because he was a bastard kitten, didn't know who his mother or father was. They, THEY assumed that they could save him, raise him as a "normally" jellice and be his family. Make him forget all about not having his own mother or father in his life. Therefore he was praised and showered with attention, but not loved, no never loved. Why would they waste their love on him when they had their own kittens to care about.
As time went on the other members had no time for the kitten at all and often left him alone giving him a answer of "not now, luce" or "I'm busy right now, dear." At first he was fine with waiting but as time went on they completely forgotten to get back to him or to check on him. Time processed and the tribe thrived while he grew distant. One day he heard the queens gossiping about something in hushed voices ,and like any curious kitten would, decided to listen in and eeh gad! They were talking about him! From what his ears told him his mother was one to hang with the wrong crowd. One day she came back spazzing about macavity and some type of evil planted inside of her. When she had to kit she called him lucifer, a demon, evil, ,and then left saying that she couldn't raise macavity's child. The queens said they hoped he wouldn't had find out.
T-That to be a mix up........no way was he that child right? But deep down he knew it, it only made sense........and his world was forever changed.
He was upset for days after that , clinging to the only other cat that had time for him,Munkustrap. The other cat though just a few years older than himself became his role model, he loved his cousin dearly. They were constantly side by side, but even munk got a little boring sometimes and so one day he decided to look into this father of his.
He snuck out while everyone was sleep and (somehow) found his way to hench territory. Though he was just a kit and shouldn't have been there no one forced him to leave, he got remarks like "What changes doing ere kit?" And "Don't you get yourself into no sticky business " but it was more out of concern than just being mean. And they never forced him to leave, some would even pet him,ask about him,feed him. For the first time he felt loved, in the place he was told to be evil. While there he decided he wanted to see his father and with assistance from a daring hench found his father's office and snuck it. His memories after that is a blur,he saw the great ginger Tom himself and. ............he doesn't remember what happened next. He just was back at the yard as if he had dreamt it.
He went back to sticking to munk like glue after that, having a much needed distraction from thinking about the whole macavity thing. He was taught a lot of things to keep him busy, songs,dances,poems,rules,mannerisms, stories, you name it. The jellicle always had him preoccupied with learning new things, they were a perfect distraction.
But gradually they began running out of things to teach him,and it went back to the "hold on,luce" "i'm busy,luce" routine. Therefore he hung on munkustrap all the time instead of just commonly, he would watch the way the other did everything,studying him eagerly. Munkustrap was the only cat that really seemed to like luce being around him, he explanied things that luce normally didnt understand, and also kept him from sneaking off. It went this way for years,the others pretty much ignoring him and him tagging along munk.
It got harder for him to be around munk as they got older. Munk began training to be guardian and luce old enough to care for himself and left alone often.
The whispers started around that time,seeming that he had become introverted and his face had angled out. Somehow the macavity story about him had become common knowledge whispered among the adults. Over time this kept happening making him ashamed to even go out in front of the others. They began conducting meetings without him, leaving him out of the loop of tribe information. They kept munkustrap busy,and so lucifer was alone all the time. People avoided him and refused to talk to him,or politely declined any help he would offer.
He was sick of this treatment so he began avoiding the others they way they avoided him. He would sneak around listening to the meetings and conversions to get knowledge of common events.
He mostly only heard boring things like how to entertain kits or something like that,but their was one day in particular that he would never forget. Those words they said,the betrayal he felt,it was all so clear. They were talking about him again,again after they ruined his life the first time,and who would believe what they said now. They wanted to kick him out of the tribe,and munkustrap-wait munkus.....no ,that couldn't be right. Munk would never be so cruel,munkus actually loved him,he knew better than to believe the others and kick him out. B-but what was the words he was hearing?! He couldn't take anymore and ran off. That's when it all started,the hissing,the chasing off,the snappy remarks,and it all came to munkus first. He rushed his way to the other Tom with a burning fury and forcefully pushed him,as if about to fight. "You,you were lying to me all this time! I thought you liked me,I thought you actually cared! But it was a lie,of course it was,you were just on babysitting duty and had to keep me controlled. I should have known,everyone else here hates me...why wouldn't you. " He snapped at munkus in a way that he wouldn't have dared when he was younger. He was trying to uphold the bad boy persona that everyone pegged him in front of munkustrap but instead he had begun to cry,wept like a kitten in front of the silver tabby. " I can't believe you,I thought you loved me. But you're just as cruel as the others. You hate me too. You think that the sooner I leave is better" Mukus had a way of calming him in moments like this but he didn't want to be calmed. " Don't touch me! Don't...... ,Just leave me alone,I wouldn't want to waste any of your precious time" and with that he had run off until he was sure he wouldn't be found. He fell into living with his harsh persona as a barrier. This is how he stays now,deep down he wants to prove that he's not who they think he is...but there is no way he'll risk being hurt again.
Pairings: eeeeeeeeh can't think of any, Munkus and Luce?, Just kidding, so Open
Roleplaying Sample:
Lucifer padded into the area with a sigh. What was up with this place, claiming to be a haven for all cats and then being so prejudice. It was outrageous, he wonered how many cats agreed with him. How many cats neither wanted to be jellicle or hench but wanted to belong somewhere. Maybe.............maybe it was a crazy idea but what if he made his own tribe, one that was truly accepting. One that was neutral and had no violence, or strife. Located in the neutral lands.............. ....... What if he did that? It could be for the best.
How often can you be on?:
possibly Daily
Password:
Rice pudding and Mutton,yes?
Comments:
If
you want a voice reference I would use Pellek but it's not cannon