Post by Cayran on Mar 4, 2015 11:51:56 GMT -5
Cat’s Name: Victoria
Family: Bustopher Jones – Uncle
Quaxo/Mistoffelees – Brother
Krystalle - cousin
(Open to other options)
Appearance: Victoria is a queen known for her porcelain white fur. She has no other markings – no stripes, spots or patches, and is completely and utterly white from head to toe. Her fur is short and sleek, while her tail remains somewhat fuller and feathers off at the tip. Her eyes are a vivid green, almost lime around the pupil, and on most occasions, she wears a pink rhinestone collar around her neck.
Victoria is of normal height, standing at around 5’6. She is very slender, and hardly has any curves. Her chest is relatively flat, only just now showing signs of “development”, and her hips are narrow and petite. While she does not have the curves toms usually prefer, Victoria’s appeal comes from the solidity of her coat, and her delicate, heart shaped face. She isn’t what most would consider to be an obvious beauty, but she is undoubtedly a unique beauty.
(Human reference: Elle Fanning)
Personality: Having been raised in “high society”, Victoria has extremely high standards. She is not the type to be satisfied by catching and eating mice, nor rummaging around garbage cans for her next meal. A simple card board box just simply won’t do, and must have the best possible lodging available. She will not partake in mud fights. Keeping white fur clean is hard enough as it is, and she does not need anyone slinging dirt at her to make her job any harder. Such standards make it difficult for her to related to the strays that reside in the junkyard, and for that, most find her to be somewhat pretentious. In her defense, Victoria cannot help the manner in which she was raised. She simply cannot bring herself to act like your everyday street rat when she is anything but.
In addition, Victoria holds the same standard when it comes to toms. She wants to be treated well, and to be the sole sparkle in her future mate’s eye. That is why she could care less about gaining the attention from the Rum Tum Tugger. When she was younger, she was naturally attracted to him and enjoyed the winks she received from him, but now that she is older, and mating is an actual option, she doesn’t care to be some “fling” or one night stand. She deserves better…far better. The other queens can vie for his attention, but she isn’t wasting her time.
In the same regard, Victoria has become quite flirtatious – not to the extent of Bombalurina’s behavior, but she desires attention; male attention. Deep down she knows her flirtatious behavior is result of her rebelliousness against her uncle’s wishes for her to mate to a tom of his choosing, but she is still in the stages of exploring herself, and will not bend. Her winks and smiles are subtle and only noticeable by the tom in which she shows interest in, and she is prone to give more time to those that compliment her and make her feel superior.
Despite her somewhat vain behavior, Victoria isn’t above being nice. In fact, she is extremely kind and sociable. She isn’t the type to be overly rude, or express dislike for another without having a reason. Contrary to beliefs, Victoria is extremely accepting. She will be kind and gracious towards you, if you treat her the same way. With regard to close friends, Victoria likes to lavish them with gifts. Most of them did not have the same upbringing as she, and she simply wants to give them a taste of what they could have, (and in her opinion) deserve. She is extremely loyal to those she is close too; however, being still young, she has an open ear for gossip and most definitely enjoys to participate.
History:Victoria is the daughter of two well-to-do felines who once resided in the upper end. She does not remember her parents, nor does her brother. They were both killed in a car accident while being transported from one apartment flat to the next, and upon hearing if their death, Victoria’s uncle, Bustopher Jones stepped in to raise both she and Quaxo.
Under his care, they received the finest upbringing. Having quality owners, Victoria was lavished upon and treated like the queen herself due to the pureness of her coat. Bustopher’s owners were (and are) wealthy, and provided the three of them with quality meals, luxurious bedding and everything a house cat would and could ever possibly need. Bustopher found it important to raise both Victoria and Quaxo said atmosphere – he called it and continues to call it their “birth right”.
Shortly after the twins turned fifteen, Bustopher introduced them to the Jellicle Tribe. He explained to them that the junkyard was to be considered their “home away from home”, and that the cats within the yard, an extension of their family. Naturally, Victoria had a hard time accepting her new family. How was a cat raised in an upper class society suddenly find comfort in a junkyard? How was she to blend in amongst the tabbies and calicos that called the place their home? The idea nearly had her head spinning, but with a little coaxing from her brother, and the kindness of the leader, Victoria grew accustomed to dividing her time between the yard’ and her upper east side home.
While Victoria was young enough to still find pleasure in playing with the younger kittens of the tribe, it was Skimbleshanks that truly reached out to her and her brother. He took interest in the two youngsters, and kept a close eye on them when Bustopher’s itinerary required him to be elsewhere. In other words, he was somewhat of a surrogate father and mentor, and while Victoria found it odd asking Bustopher to represent her during her coming of age, and Skimble gladly stepped in to present her to Plato.
Plato is a hard relationship to define in the young queen’s life. She does find him attractive in a rugged sort of way, but she honestly only allowed him to “make her a queen” due to a spurt of rebelliousness against Bustopher. She holds no real affection towards Plato – not at the moment, at least. Naturally, her uncle wants her to ultimately mate to someone of “her standard” (whatever the heck that means), and Victoria does not take to kindly to being told who she should and shouldn’t bat her eyelashes at. She considers herself a queen now, and while she still loves her uncle as a father, she has made it perfectly clear that she will be making her own decisions from now on. Well…most of them.
Desired Pairing(s): I prefer to let relationships develop. I am open to most any options, though Victoria only shows interest in toms.
Roleplaying Sample: Although her uncle approved of an escort – insisted on it, really, Victoria did not feel the need to have one. He would huff and puff and shake his head to and fro when he found out that she wandered the streets alone, but she was undoubtedly under the assumption that she could take care of herself. She was grown now, after all – the jellicles had been witness to that.
Hopping gracefully over a water puddle on the side walk, Victoria found herself face the junkyard entrance earlier than she had expected. She must have been day dreaming…she hardly recalled the time. She slid through one of the tunnels with ease, though she made a mental note about talking with her brother about possibly expanding them. They were a little cramped, after all, and with all of Mistoffelees’s magical wonders, surely he could add an inch or two to the width and height of the pipes.
Upon entering the main square of the yard, Victoria wasn’t shocked to find it empty. It was still extremely early, and she hardly expected anyone to be up at this time. She just preferred the crisp air of the morning, and with no one around, Tori supposed she’d take the time to enjoy the silence. She hardly received privacy, after all – not with two toms and humans residing under the same roof. She’d take what she could get.
How often can you be on?: Usually every day, or every other day. If not, I am on at the least, weekly.
Password: Rice pudding and mutton