Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2014 1:12:25 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Jemima, AKA Jemmie, Jem
Loyalty: Jellicles
Age: Adolescent (13-15)
Family: Tantomile-Sister, Coricopat-Brother
Appearance: Jemima has a very small stature. She IS the smallest queen of the jellicle tribe. She constantly has to look up at everyone she speaks to. She's extremely petite as well. She's just tiny, that's her thing. Her chest is flat, and she has frail and feminine features. However, due to her age, she may very well grow a little bit taller, and might fill in the chest area. But considering her luck, she's probably stuck with her height and bust size for the rest of her life. Jemima is a black calico, with a white bib, and white markings along her legs and arms. Within her dark fur, there are tiny flecks of red peeking out-that almost appear pink(in certain lighting). She has a young face, which is to be expected, and very young limegreen eyes. Eyes that have barely seen what life has to offer. The cute look works for her now, but she's insecure about how serious she'll be taken when she's got the wide eyes and cute little nose even in her 30s.
(Drawn by me)
(The cute side of Jemima... ^ ........And then her awkward side (which I still find cute)^.
Personality: Jemima is horribly sheltered. Having overbearing and steadfast protective guardians, didn't give her the opportunities to experience much of life. This makes her quite naive to many things. Unfortunately, this also makes her incredibly gullible and will believe lies more readily then some others will. Situations, others emotions even, things that others know by instinct seem to go over her head. And don't even try to get her onto any complicated situations. She's not dumb, she'll learn these concepts in time, but for all intents and purposes, she is still very much a kitten. There are just events, as well as other items, situations, and ideas that are completely foreign to her. She views all the things she has never seen or experienced the way a kitten would. With wide expressive eyes, awe in her voice and glee. For much of these reasons, she seems to get along with Etcetera the most out of all of those her own age.
She lived with her guardians powers/abilities, as well as the downside to them. She has spent several nights cuddling with Tantomile, giving her the only form of comfort she knows. Always being caught in the middle of their abilities, she learned very fast that touches can ease others and make others feel better. She is loyal to a fault, to anyone that she perceives as her friends and family. She is supportive when she is suppose to be, giggles at jokes. However when it comes to her own emotions, she has difficulty expressing it through words. Normally, if she is in need of comfort, she'll grab the closest arm and wrap it around herself. She will sometimes express herself with her words, but its easier for her when she's around a queen or a tom she's not attracted to. However, if you don't mind some mumbling, jumping around the bush and cute stutters, then you'll be fine.
With her guardians mystical abilities, just about the only thing she wasn't shielded from was the preparation of her latent abilities. Meditation being one of the biggest. She sat in while they were dealing with their own abilities or training their abilities. She went through the motions and worked with them, expecting to gain some sort of visionized mystical ability. She never did. Growing up with them and all the preparations she went through, she cursed her own fate. Constantly crying about how she didn't want any mystical abilities. They sucked. But when she first realize that she was passed the age when powers tended to appear and that she was mystic-free, she cried. For as much as she whined about it, she had always seen Tantomile and Coricopat as special, and not sharing that part of their life made her feel incredibly empty. She also realized that she was scared Tant and Corie wouldn't love her anymore if she didn't have mystic abilities. (Though this was far from the case and they let her know it)
Jemmie knew she was born without mystical abilities for a reason, and she began to really think hard on why. After seeking counsel with Old Deuteronomy, she turned to the everlasting cat. At first, she did heavily overcompensate for her lack of 'mysticism' with her religious faith. She is a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, even if that reason seems to elude everyone at the time. She's confident that she'll learn the reason later on in her life. Her faith tends to drive her more then anything else. It has given her the rare gift of believing in others. Jemima always see's the good in everyone, because no one is born evil. She believes in the heavyside layer and in reincarnation; and most importantly in second chances. That's what the Jellicle Ball boils down to her. If she ever lost her faith, she'd be lost, she would have lost her center and her purpose.
Her biggest trait is how she is constantly in her head. Growing up sheltered, and with nothing to really do, she passed the time by daydreaming. She tends to spend a lot of her time fantasizing. She often dreams up the perfect tom, the perfect situation. Him taking her away to go on a romantic date. Both of them saying all the right things, and she being 'swept' off her feet. Reality proves to be vastly different. While things tend to go smoothly in her head, her social etiquette is very awkward. She stutters a lot, but its worse if she is around a tom she is attracted to(assuming she can talk at all). She also tends to snap out of her daydreams at weird times, and saying the first thing that comes to her mind; you can imagine how awkward she tends to make a situation.
History: Jemima was the youngest and last kitten born to Rhaella. She was born during a lovely thunderstorm, a month and a half before her due date. She was extremely tiny, being a premature baby. Though despite being a premmie, there were little to no complications during her birth. Jemima was monitored during her first few weeks after her birth, but she didn't have any problems and was a bouncy healthy baby. It was almost a year after she was born that tragedy struck. Rhaella died, Tantomile had been inconsolable, Coricopat had been the strong one, and Jemima was too young to even remember. And later, she forgets about Rhaella; she still remembers her name, but not her face, eyes, voice, or any of her habits. Just her name.
Tantomile and Coricopat, though young themselves, took Jemima and raised her the best that they could. Jemima proved to be a difficult challenge for them in her early years. But the second she became a kitten, she bundled away from the den and would rush to see her friends. Coricopat had developed a very overprotective bond with Jemima and tended to keep her inside, sheltering her from the rest of the world. Tantomile was scared that something similar might happen to Jemima as it did with Rhaella, and Coricopat in support of Tantomile kept an ever watchful gaze on her. Jemima grew up under their care, and even though Jemima knows they are her siblings, still can't help but to think of them as her parents.
Once she was old enough to attend her first jellicle ball, the twins kept her from it. Jemima had obeyed, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't sulk all night long. However, later that night after the ball, Jemima had been sitting just outside her den. One of the jellicle toms had cheered her up and pulled her into a little dance before the twins came back. Her spirits had definitely lifted and she began to wonder what she was missing in life. It was about two years later when Jemima exercised her first real "rebellious" teenager act. She had told them she wanted to go to the ball, and that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
She stuttered out an apology immediately afterwards. There had been a vision of Macavity crashing the ball, but once Jemima began to tear up, they relented and let her go to her first ball. She had gotten her first bout of the real world at the ball, even if it had been sugared down a lot with dancing and singing. But the sight of Grizabella had touched her in ways she never thought a stranger would be able to. It had been a memorable night, and she's determined to start experiencing life now.
Desired Pairings: Honestly, I could see her paired with just about anyone. (Open)
Roleplaying Sample: Jemima sat at the edge of the box, her eyes staring over at Tumblebrutus. The tom was sitting on the ground stretching and Jemima found herself beginning to drift off. She had imagined Tumble looking coyly over at her from behind his shoulder. A slow sensual smile spreading out across his face directed at her and her only. She blushed with a dreamy glazed over expression as she continued to think about what Tumblebrutus might do next. He'd, of course come over to talk with her, it'd only be polite, and with an outstretched paw he'd smoothly caress the side of her face. Licking at her lips, her eyes starting to fall closed, the daydream Tumblebrutus asking her what her favorite dessert was, because he wanted to take her out on a date to the bakery.
"Jemima...?" At the sound of her voice, Jemima blinked and flushed realizing her half closed eyes had been looking over at where Tumblebrutus use to be and her lips were puckered attempting to kiss thin air. She gave an innocent smile up at Tumblebrutus, now standing before her. She had planned to greet him, to ask if he wanted to sit down with her. Opening her mouth, she stuttered. "..I...he-...Ssssstrawberry Shortcake." Her ears flattened, her eyes widened impossibly wide and her jaw clenched in a cringe of awkwardness.
How often can you be on?: Weekly, most likely more often. Will let you know if I'm going to be away for any length of time.
Password: Rice Puddin' and Mutton. ...MUFFIN BUTTON (Random outburst...ignore me)
Comments: Ahh...I can't wait to RP her.
Loyalty: Jellicles
Age: Adolescent (13-15)
Family: Tantomile-Sister, Coricopat-Brother
Appearance: Jemima has a very small stature. She IS the smallest queen of the jellicle tribe. She constantly has to look up at everyone she speaks to. She's extremely petite as well. She's just tiny, that's her thing. Her chest is flat, and she has frail and feminine features. However, due to her age, she may very well grow a little bit taller, and might fill in the chest area. But considering her luck, she's probably stuck with her height and bust size for the rest of her life. Jemima is a black calico, with a white bib, and white markings along her legs and arms. Within her dark fur, there are tiny flecks of red peeking out-that almost appear pink(in certain lighting). She has a young face, which is to be expected, and very young limegreen eyes. Eyes that have barely seen what life has to offer. The cute look works for her now, but she's insecure about how serious she'll be taken when she's got the wide eyes and cute little nose even in her 30s.
(Drawn by me)
(The cute side of Jemima... ^ ........And then her awkward side (which I still find cute)^.
Personality: Jemima is horribly sheltered. Having overbearing and steadfast protective guardians, didn't give her the opportunities to experience much of life. This makes her quite naive to many things. Unfortunately, this also makes her incredibly gullible and will believe lies more readily then some others will. Situations, others emotions even, things that others know by instinct seem to go over her head. And don't even try to get her onto any complicated situations. She's not dumb, she'll learn these concepts in time, but for all intents and purposes, she is still very much a kitten. There are just events, as well as other items, situations, and ideas that are completely foreign to her. She views all the things she has never seen or experienced the way a kitten would. With wide expressive eyes, awe in her voice and glee. For much of these reasons, she seems to get along with Etcetera the most out of all of those her own age.
She lived with her guardians powers/abilities, as well as the downside to them. She has spent several nights cuddling with Tantomile, giving her the only form of comfort she knows. Always being caught in the middle of their abilities, she learned very fast that touches can ease others and make others feel better. She is loyal to a fault, to anyone that she perceives as her friends and family. She is supportive when she is suppose to be, giggles at jokes. However when it comes to her own emotions, she has difficulty expressing it through words. Normally, if she is in need of comfort, she'll grab the closest arm and wrap it around herself. She will sometimes express herself with her words, but its easier for her when she's around a queen or a tom she's not attracted to. However, if you don't mind some mumbling, jumping around the bush and cute stutters, then you'll be fine.
With her guardians mystical abilities, just about the only thing she wasn't shielded from was the preparation of her latent abilities. Meditation being one of the biggest. She sat in while they were dealing with their own abilities or training their abilities. She went through the motions and worked with them, expecting to gain some sort of visionized mystical ability. She never did. Growing up with them and all the preparations she went through, she cursed her own fate. Constantly crying about how she didn't want any mystical abilities. They sucked. But when she first realize that she was passed the age when powers tended to appear and that she was mystic-free, she cried. For as much as she whined about it, she had always seen Tantomile and Coricopat as special, and not sharing that part of their life made her feel incredibly empty. She also realized that she was scared Tant and Corie wouldn't love her anymore if she didn't have mystic abilities. (Though this was far from the case and they let her know it)
Jemmie knew she was born without mystical abilities for a reason, and she began to really think hard on why. After seeking counsel with Old Deuteronomy, she turned to the everlasting cat. At first, she did heavily overcompensate for her lack of 'mysticism' with her religious faith. She is a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, even if that reason seems to elude everyone at the time. She's confident that she'll learn the reason later on in her life. Her faith tends to drive her more then anything else. It has given her the rare gift of believing in others. Jemima always see's the good in everyone, because no one is born evil. She believes in the heavyside layer and in reincarnation; and most importantly in second chances. That's what the Jellicle Ball boils down to her. If she ever lost her faith, she'd be lost, she would have lost her center and her purpose.
Her biggest trait is how she is constantly in her head. Growing up sheltered, and with nothing to really do, she passed the time by daydreaming. She tends to spend a lot of her time fantasizing. She often dreams up the perfect tom, the perfect situation. Him taking her away to go on a romantic date. Both of them saying all the right things, and she being 'swept' off her feet. Reality proves to be vastly different. While things tend to go smoothly in her head, her social etiquette is very awkward. She stutters a lot, but its worse if she is around a tom she is attracted to(assuming she can talk at all). She also tends to snap out of her daydreams at weird times, and saying the first thing that comes to her mind; you can imagine how awkward she tends to make a situation.
History: Jemima was the youngest and last kitten born to Rhaella. She was born during a lovely thunderstorm, a month and a half before her due date. She was extremely tiny, being a premature baby. Though despite being a premmie, there were little to no complications during her birth. Jemima was monitored during her first few weeks after her birth, but she didn't have any problems and was a bouncy healthy baby. It was almost a year after she was born that tragedy struck. Rhaella died, Tantomile had been inconsolable, Coricopat had been the strong one, and Jemima was too young to even remember. And later, she forgets about Rhaella; she still remembers her name, but not her face, eyes, voice, or any of her habits. Just her name.
Tantomile and Coricopat, though young themselves, took Jemima and raised her the best that they could. Jemima proved to be a difficult challenge for them in her early years. But the second she became a kitten, she bundled away from the den and would rush to see her friends. Coricopat had developed a very overprotective bond with Jemima and tended to keep her inside, sheltering her from the rest of the world. Tantomile was scared that something similar might happen to Jemima as it did with Rhaella, and Coricopat in support of Tantomile kept an ever watchful gaze on her. Jemima grew up under their care, and even though Jemima knows they are her siblings, still can't help but to think of them as her parents.
Once she was old enough to attend her first jellicle ball, the twins kept her from it. Jemima had obeyed, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't sulk all night long. However, later that night after the ball, Jemima had been sitting just outside her den. One of the jellicle toms had cheered her up and pulled her into a little dance before the twins came back. Her spirits had definitely lifted and she began to wonder what she was missing in life. It was about two years later when Jemima exercised her first real "rebellious" teenager act. She had told them she wanted to go to the ball, and that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
She stuttered out an apology immediately afterwards. There had been a vision of Macavity crashing the ball, but once Jemima began to tear up, they relented and let her go to her first ball. She had gotten her first bout of the real world at the ball, even if it had been sugared down a lot with dancing and singing. But the sight of Grizabella had touched her in ways she never thought a stranger would be able to. It had been a memorable night, and she's determined to start experiencing life now.
Desired Pairings: Honestly, I could see her paired with just about anyone. (Open)
Roleplaying Sample: Jemima sat at the edge of the box, her eyes staring over at Tumblebrutus. The tom was sitting on the ground stretching and Jemima found herself beginning to drift off. She had imagined Tumble looking coyly over at her from behind his shoulder. A slow sensual smile spreading out across his face directed at her and her only. She blushed with a dreamy glazed over expression as she continued to think about what Tumblebrutus might do next. He'd, of course come over to talk with her, it'd only be polite, and with an outstretched paw he'd smoothly caress the side of her face. Licking at her lips, her eyes starting to fall closed, the daydream Tumblebrutus asking her what her favorite dessert was, because he wanted to take her out on a date to the bakery.
"Jemima...?" At the sound of her voice, Jemima blinked and flushed realizing her half closed eyes had been looking over at where Tumblebrutus use to be and her lips were puckered attempting to kiss thin air. She gave an innocent smile up at Tumblebrutus, now standing before her. She had planned to greet him, to ask if he wanted to sit down with her. Opening her mouth, she stuttered. "..I...he-...Ssssstrawberry Shortcake." Her ears flattened, her eyes widened impossibly wide and her jaw clenched in a cringe of awkwardness.
How often can you be on?: Weekly, most likely more often. Will let you know if I'm going to be away for any length of time.
Password: Rice Puddin' and Mutton. ...MUFFIN BUTTON (Random outburst...ignore me)
Comments: Ahh...I can't wait to RP her.
