Post by Stormbreeze on Apr 25, 2010 10:00:39 GMT -5
Name:: Pavi
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 32 moons
Clan/ Group:: Rouge
Description:: A thin pale gray tabby tom with dark stripes and a white underbelly. He has ragged, chewed ears and a thin scar on his left hind leg. Despite being a rouge, his pelt is immaculately groomed. Pavi's best feature are his eyes, which are a deep shade of green. He wears a red leather collar, even though he is no longer a kittypet.
Personality:: He is quite flirtatious and silly, to the point of annoyance. He doesn't care who he's with at the moment; if he sees a female, you're completely ignored. (Of course the females don't always go for him; where do you think he got those scars?) He shows a general dislike for his own gender, excluding of course, "The Pavi". He's narcissistic and almost obsessive about grooming; about half of his day is spent preening himself or remarking on how The Pavi looks beautiful today.
Family:: Unknown; he was sold at abou three months, so he has no recollection of his mother, father, or littermates.
History:: Pavi was born as a kittypet. For the first six months of his life he was a cuddly ball of fluff, as innocent as a bunny rabbit. He had no thoughts of romance or she-cats.
Then one day, while playing in his backyard, he saw another tom known as Snuffles. Snuffles had happened across Pavi's next-yard-neighbor, a pretty she-cat named Gray. Gray was very excited by Snuffles; they soon started doing what tomcats and she-cats in heat do. Neither of them noticed Pavi watching from the fence, confused but somewhat aroused.
The next time Snuffles came to visit Gray, Pavi asked him what they were doing. Snuffles, being the blunt tom he was, told him about the birds and the bees. Pavi was enraptured. From then on, Pavi was Snuffles' protege, learning about romance and seduction.
When Pavi was about a year old, one of his Twolegs left an oven mitt on the stove. The house was soon ablaze, and Pavi just managed to escape. Feverish and terrified, he passed out in an alleyway. When he woke, he remembered almost nothing of the past year, save his name, Snuffles' "lessons" and a fuzzy recollection of a yard. Catching a glance in an broken piece of glass, he was horrified at how dirty he was. He promptly cleaned himself up, and became the "Don Juan" of the alleyway. He has roamed many places over the past two years, looking for love and the spare bit of fish; he's currently living around a collection of cardboard boxes.
RolePlay Sample:: Pavi rasped his tongue along his pelt; being dirty was no good, not at all! No one would love a scruffy tom! He examined his face in the puddle with a slight frown. Last night's she-cat had been rather prickly; he had a fresh cut on his nose.
"The Pavi is looking good today. He is still plenty beautiful for the she-cats!" he exclaimed. One last adjustment with his collar, and there! Perfection! The Pavi was ready for the day.
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 32 moons
Clan/ Group:: Rouge
Description:: A thin pale gray tabby tom with dark stripes and a white underbelly. He has ragged, chewed ears and a thin scar on his left hind leg. Despite being a rouge, his pelt is immaculately groomed. Pavi's best feature are his eyes, which are a deep shade of green. He wears a red leather collar, even though he is no longer a kittypet.
Personality:: He is quite flirtatious and silly, to the point of annoyance. He doesn't care who he's with at the moment; if he sees a female, you're completely ignored. (Of course the females don't always go for him; where do you think he got those scars?) He shows a general dislike for his own gender, excluding of course, "The Pavi". He's narcissistic and almost obsessive about grooming; about half of his day is spent preening himself or remarking on how The Pavi looks beautiful today.
Family:: Unknown; he was sold at abou three months, so he has no recollection of his mother, father, or littermates.
History:: Pavi was born as a kittypet. For the first six months of his life he was a cuddly ball of fluff, as innocent as a bunny rabbit. He had no thoughts of romance or she-cats.
Then one day, while playing in his backyard, he saw another tom known as Snuffles. Snuffles had happened across Pavi's next-yard-neighbor, a pretty she-cat named Gray. Gray was very excited by Snuffles; they soon started doing what tomcats and she-cats in heat do. Neither of them noticed Pavi watching from the fence, confused but somewhat aroused.
The next time Snuffles came to visit Gray, Pavi asked him what they were doing. Snuffles, being the blunt tom he was, told him about the birds and the bees. Pavi was enraptured. From then on, Pavi was Snuffles' protege, learning about romance and seduction.
When Pavi was about a year old, one of his Twolegs left an oven mitt on the stove. The house was soon ablaze, and Pavi just managed to escape. Feverish and terrified, he passed out in an alleyway. When he woke, he remembered almost nothing of the past year, save his name, Snuffles' "lessons" and a fuzzy recollection of a yard. Catching a glance in an broken piece of glass, he was horrified at how dirty he was. He promptly cleaned himself up, and became the "Don Juan" of the alleyway. He has roamed many places over the past two years, looking for love and the spare bit of fish; he's currently living around a collection of cardboard boxes.
RolePlay Sample:: Pavi rasped his tongue along his pelt; being dirty was no good, not at all! No one would love a scruffy tom! He examined his face in the puddle with a slight frown. Last night's she-cat had been rather prickly; he had a fresh cut on his nose.
"The Pavi is looking good today. He is still plenty beautiful for the she-cats!" he exclaimed. One last adjustment with his collar, and there! Perfection! The Pavi was ready for the day.