Post by dodd4 on May 21, 2013 15:14:10 GMT 1
Character Name: Bustopher Jones in White Spats
Tribal Affiliation: Jellicle
Tribal Position: N/A
Age: Adult(early 40's )
Gender: male
Family: Unknown at this time. (but certinly open to the posibility of other tuxedo cats who might be related!)
Physical Appearance: he is a black and white tuxedo tom of grandly epic proportions. he is quite fastidious about his appearance and can come of a bit vain.
Personality: Bon Vivant
Bustopher is a cultured gentletom of refined taste.
he has a love of good food, fine music and good company.
while he may not "haunt pubs" he will happily socialize with his fellow jeliclles and
will expose those who are interested to the more "high brow" culture!
he is a loyal friend but can be a bit uppity as he is well aware of
the class distinctions.
galant
he does go out of his way to be considerate and polite to Queens. proper manners at all times is the watchwords of the Galant Of Saint James Street!
noblese noblige
the Brummel of Cats recognizes that while Deuteronomy is The Jellicle Leader, and rightly so, due to his breeding Bustopher has a responsibility to
the tribe and should set a good example for the younger toms, particularly those of lower birth.
History: Bustopher Jones is The St James's Street Cat, and is a well known fixture in the restaurants and clubs of the district even as his human is as well. his human while indeed a member of the nobility, though a younger son, he is also a member of the fourth estate...he is a Restaurant Critic of quite some renown.
Bustopher has led a life of pampered luxury,
despite being a "Domestic Shorthair" he came from a highly priced breeder with an impecable perdigree was impressed with the fact that he was of the upper crust and was of "Blue Blood".
this was only further demonstrated by the privaledged human who had adopted him and the surroundings that he came to live in.
he was introduced to the tribe in his youth by the Theater Cat Gus and the Railway Cat Skimbleshanks both of whom he had met in their particular venues.
he met the theater Cat when he accomponied his human to a preformance of Carmen at Gus's theater The Grande. despite Gus's pleiabian tase for pubs the two found a comon ground within the arts and have spent many evenings discussing the merits and differances between Shakespeare and Bacon.
Skimbleshanks he met when his humans business took him to Scottland on the Midnight Mail.
traveling by rail is by far the best way to travel in Bustophers opinon, and under Skimble's keen eye and direction the Midnight Mail is the best by far.
Powers: ( N/A )
RP Sample: (at least a paragraph, please use third person)
the black and white tuxedo tom entered the junkyard as grandly as a ship steaming into port, his tail held just so, the black of his flanks soaking up the morning light like smooth india ink.
Bustopher had finished a sumptuious repast with his human and was feeling in a fine fettle, looking forward to relaxing with his fellow Jellicles.
the grandly proportioned tom carried a sliverlined Carry Home Sack ( the establishments that
HE and his human frequented would have been apalled at the thought of calling it a
"Doggy Bag"!)that he intended to give to the Matrons of the Yard. whenever posible Bustopher tried to see that the tribe got the benifit of the largesse of the restraunts.
Comments: he has an enclopeidic knowledge of the reaustraunts of clubs and fine dining!
Tribal Affiliation: Jellicle
Tribal Position: N/A
Age: Adult(early 40's )
Gender: male
Family: Unknown at this time. (but certinly open to the posibility of other tuxedo cats who might be related!)
Physical Appearance: he is a black and white tuxedo tom of grandly epic proportions. he is quite fastidious about his appearance and can come of a bit vain.
Personality: Bon Vivant
Bustopher is a cultured gentletom of refined taste.
he has a love of good food, fine music and good company.
while he may not "haunt pubs" he will happily socialize with his fellow jeliclles and
will expose those who are interested to the more "high brow" culture!
he is a loyal friend but can be a bit uppity as he is well aware of
the class distinctions.
galant
he does go out of his way to be considerate and polite to Queens. proper manners at all times is the watchwords of the Galant Of Saint James Street!
noblese noblige
the Brummel of Cats recognizes that while Deuteronomy is The Jellicle Leader, and rightly so, due to his breeding Bustopher has a responsibility to
the tribe and should set a good example for the younger toms, particularly those of lower birth.
History: Bustopher Jones is The St James's Street Cat, and is a well known fixture in the restaurants and clubs of the district even as his human is as well. his human while indeed a member of the nobility, though a younger son, he is also a member of the fourth estate...he is a Restaurant Critic of quite some renown.
Bustopher has led a life of pampered luxury,
despite being a "Domestic Shorthair" he came from a highly priced breeder with an impecable perdigree was impressed with the fact that he was of the upper crust and was of "Blue Blood".
this was only further demonstrated by the privaledged human who had adopted him and the surroundings that he came to live in.
he was introduced to the tribe in his youth by the Theater Cat Gus and the Railway Cat Skimbleshanks both of whom he had met in their particular venues.
he met the theater Cat when he accomponied his human to a preformance of Carmen at Gus's theater The Grande. despite Gus's pleiabian tase for pubs the two found a comon ground within the arts and have spent many evenings discussing the merits and differances between Shakespeare and Bacon.
Skimbleshanks he met when his humans business took him to Scottland on the Midnight Mail.
traveling by rail is by far the best way to travel in Bustophers opinon, and under Skimble's keen eye and direction the Midnight Mail is the best by far.
Powers: ( N/A )
RP Sample: (at least a paragraph, please use third person)
the black and white tuxedo tom entered the junkyard as grandly as a ship steaming into port, his tail held just so, the black of his flanks soaking up the morning light like smooth india ink.
Bustopher had finished a sumptuious repast with his human and was feeling in a fine fettle, looking forward to relaxing with his fellow Jellicles.
the grandly proportioned tom carried a sliverlined Carry Home Sack ( the establishments that
HE and his human frequented would have been apalled at the thought of calling it a
"Doggy Bag"!)that he intended to give to the Matrons of the Yard. whenever posible Bustopher tried to see that the tribe got the benifit of the largesse of the restraunts.
Comments: he has an enclopeidic knowledge of the reaustraunts of clubs and fine dining!
but could you possibly write something about his family and a bit more about his younger days 
and if shizoo sees no problem then he's 