Post by sansa on Sept 24, 2014 22:52:04 GMT -5
Name: Arnbjorn (ARN-byorn)
Loyalty: Hench
Age: Adult, around 26
Family: A father and a younger half-sister in the city. He visits his sister once a month or so.
Appearance: Arnbjorn is pure muscle, tall and bulky and immediately intimidating. His face is decidedly square. Steely, hooded mahogany eyes sit beneath a heavy brow, making him look serious even in the lightest of moods. His mouth is hard, unsmiling, made of up thin lips. His grey fur is decorated with splotches barely a shade darker. White fur mottles his left leg and winds around his back to reach over his right shoulder, slashing toward the center of his chest.
Personality: Arnbjorn is as dependable as they come. He is endlessly perservering, and strictly upholds his duty to the rules, laws, and standards of those he respects. He is patient with his own work and with the procedures of Hench life, though not always with the behavior of others in his life. Responsible to the core, Arnbjorn is most at ease when others know their duties, follow guidelines, and operate within the rules. He takes it upon himself to make sure that the standards of living are met by everybody in his life, whether it be in personal grooming or in service to Macavity.
Of course, he can be hard-nosed about the importance of following rules, and is quick to report anybody who is slacking, or even punish them himself however he sees fit. This makes many people see him as hard-hearted or icy, because most don't see the good intentions behind his actions, or his vulnerability to criticism. His dedication to his work also tends to go unnoticed, as he goes through life without flourish or fanfare, not expecting recognition for doing his duty.
While he is not very talkative, nobody can say that Arnbjorn is unsociable or uninvolved. He goes out of his way to touch base with everybody in Macavity's service and make sure that not only are they doing their duty, but that they are content to do it as well. He is plain and down-to-earth, and chooses to live simply and conservatively within his means. He prefers old-fashioned every time.
Arnbjorn likes to know the rules of the game, and so will become agitated when people try to trick him or withold information. He relies heavily on his past experiences to guide him, and is very uncomfortable with the unfamiliar. He will persist until the task is done, completing it as logically and methodically as possible. His attention to detail is meticulous.
He has a very serious, conservative air about him. He seeks out surroundings where he understands his role, and likes to feel useful in every situation. He's much more comfortable taking charge of a task than he is talking to strangers. He does not like to call attention to himself, is very straightforward, is much more enthusiastic about facts than the abstract, and has a good head for details.
Arnbjorn is the strongest ally you never knew you had.
Background: Arnbjorn was born a ragged streetcat with nothing to his name and a drunkard father to care for him. His half-sister was born when he was just barely an adolescent, but even at that age, he knew that it fell to him to keep her safe.
If not for Macavity, Arnbjorn isn't sure he and his sister would have made it much longer. The ginger cat watched him one day as he took food from another streetcat. Apparently, he was impressed by the brawny, no-nonsense way Arnbjorn had walked up and taken the food. He was offered food and shelter in exchange for work, and his undying loyalty to Macavity was sealed.
His sister did not choose to live with Macavity, as she did not feel right leaving their father alone. She still lives with him in the city, and Arnbjorn makes sure to visit regularly to make sure that she is getting enough food and is able to take care of herself. He now considers himself to be one of Macavity's most trusted employees, often organizes and leads expeditions, and maintains a sense of order amongst the other Henches. And he does it all without question.
Roleplaying Sample:
If Cassius or any of that clique of his thought they could take over command of the patrol, they needed to pull their heads out of their asses. He strode slowly but purposely through the halls until he found the tom, sprawled arrogantly over the cushions in one of the common rooms with his eyes closed. He stood over him, his arms crossed over his chest, and cleared his throat.
“Arny, hey, you need anything, bud?”
“Arnbjorn. You need to let go of this whole 'patrol' idea of yours. It's not your place.”
“C'mon Arny, we both know I'm the best choice for it.”
“It's Arnbjorn.” He frowned in annoyance. “And that's not for you to say. That's Macavity's call. Or do you need him to tell you that himself? I can go talk to him about it right now, if you'd like?”
The sudden paleness in Cassius' face was all the answer he needed. He gave the other tom a brisk nod and left the room. He never needed to know that Arnbjorn was throwing empty threats around. He knew better than to go to Macavity with such a minor issues. He let the smallest smile pass across his face before heading out of the building.
Pairing You Would Like: Open. Arnbjorn is bisexual, but not very interested in romance.
How often can you be on?: Daily.
Password: Rice pudding and mutton
Loyalty: Hench
Age: Adult, around 26
Family: A father and a younger half-sister in the city. He visits his sister once a month or so.
Appearance: Arnbjorn is pure muscle, tall and bulky and immediately intimidating. His face is decidedly square. Steely, hooded mahogany eyes sit beneath a heavy brow, making him look serious even in the lightest of moods. His mouth is hard, unsmiling, made of up thin lips. His grey fur is decorated with splotches barely a shade darker. White fur mottles his left leg and winds around his back to reach over his right shoulder, slashing toward the center of his chest.
Personality: Arnbjorn is as dependable as they come. He is endlessly perservering, and strictly upholds his duty to the rules, laws, and standards of those he respects. He is patient with his own work and with the procedures of Hench life, though not always with the behavior of others in his life. Responsible to the core, Arnbjorn is most at ease when others know their duties, follow guidelines, and operate within the rules. He takes it upon himself to make sure that the standards of living are met by everybody in his life, whether it be in personal grooming or in service to Macavity.
Of course, he can be hard-nosed about the importance of following rules, and is quick to report anybody who is slacking, or even punish them himself however he sees fit. This makes many people see him as hard-hearted or icy, because most don't see the good intentions behind his actions, or his vulnerability to criticism. His dedication to his work also tends to go unnoticed, as he goes through life without flourish or fanfare, not expecting recognition for doing his duty.
While he is not very talkative, nobody can say that Arnbjorn is unsociable or uninvolved. He goes out of his way to touch base with everybody in Macavity's service and make sure that not only are they doing their duty, but that they are content to do it as well. He is plain and down-to-earth, and chooses to live simply and conservatively within his means. He prefers old-fashioned every time.
Arnbjorn likes to know the rules of the game, and so will become agitated when people try to trick him or withold information. He relies heavily on his past experiences to guide him, and is very uncomfortable with the unfamiliar. He will persist until the task is done, completing it as logically and methodically as possible. His attention to detail is meticulous.
He has a very serious, conservative air about him. He seeks out surroundings where he understands his role, and likes to feel useful in every situation. He's much more comfortable taking charge of a task than he is talking to strangers. He does not like to call attention to himself, is very straightforward, is much more enthusiastic about facts than the abstract, and has a good head for details.
Arnbjorn is the strongest ally you never knew you had.
Background: Arnbjorn was born a ragged streetcat with nothing to his name and a drunkard father to care for him. His half-sister was born when he was just barely an adolescent, but even at that age, he knew that it fell to him to keep her safe.
If not for Macavity, Arnbjorn isn't sure he and his sister would have made it much longer. The ginger cat watched him one day as he took food from another streetcat. Apparently, he was impressed by the brawny, no-nonsense way Arnbjorn had walked up and taken the food. He was offered food and shelter in exchange for work, and his undying loyalty to Macavity was sealed.
His sister did not choose to live with Macavity, as she did not feel right leaving their father alone. She still lives with him in the city, and Arnbjorn makes sure to visit regularly to make sure that she is getting enough food and is able to take care of herself. He now considers himself to be one of Macavity's most trusted employees, often organizes and leads expeditions, and maintains a sense of order amongst the other Henches. And he does it all without question.
Roleplaying Sample:
If Cassius or any of that clique of his thought they could take over command of the patrol, they needed to pull their heads out of their asses. He strode slowly but purposely through the halls until he found the tom, sprawled arrogantly over the cushions in one of the common rooms with his eyes closed. He stood over him, his arms crossed over his chest, and cleared his throat.
“Arny, hey, you need anything, bud?”
“Arnbjorn. You need to let go of this whole 'patrol' idea of yours. It's not your place.”
“C'mon Arny, we both know I'm the best choice for it.”
“It's Arnbjorn.” He frowned in annoyance. “And that's not for you to say. That's Macavity's call. Or do you need him to tell you that himself? I can go talk to him about it right now, if you'd like?”
The sudden paleness in Cassius' face was all the answer he needed. He gave the other tom a brisk nod and left the room. He never needed to know that Arnbjorn was throwing empty threats around. He knew better than to go to Macavity with such a minor issues. He let the smallest smile pass across his face before heading out of the building.
Pairing You Would Like: Open. Arnbjorn is bisexual, but not very interested in romance.
How often can you be on?: Daily.
Password: Rice pudding and mutton
