Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 18:46:52 GMT 1
Character Name: George
Tribal Affiliation: Jellicles
Tribal Position: N/A; (Though I would like him to eventually train with Jelly and/or Jenny to be a future Healer-assuming that is alright)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Family: Unknown; Carnivallie-Distant Cousin (not aware of this yet)
(I am OPEN to any suggestions. So if anyone wants George in their family, just PM me)
George doesn't really know who his biological family is; but as adopted many of the toms in the Junkyard as his 'brothers'. Though most of the Jellicles he now looks up to as his true family, and doesn't have any lingering desires for his real family. If he finds out who they are one day, or not, that's fine by him.
Physical Appearance: He is a short tom, shorter then the average tom. He does have some muscle mass, but the first descriptive word others would use to describe him, would be "lithe". He appears more lean, flexible and thin; the muscle mass he does have is often ignored and goes by unnoticed. He's not unattractive, but nor would he be described as 'Hot'. He's more charming, handsome, or "cute". He is a white short hair tom. He has brown, black, Cream, Tan, and "Rust" accents and stripes throughout his body.
(Art by Me)
Personality: George is a very perceptive tom. He is also the strong, silent type. He's not a shy tom, just stoic-as he usually only speaks when he has something important to say. He's a tom of few words, and is more observant towards others. He observe's each little twitch, flinch...anything big or small that changes in another's facial expressions or in their body language. It is through these observations that he usually knows what the other might be going through. He has this way about him, where he can see a situation through someone else's perspective and though he cannot empathize, he will sympathize. Because of George's silent ways, many peg him for a shy tom, there are even rumors (mostly with the younger cats) that he is mute and cannot talk. Both of which are false. George was never good with a lot of words. When he was growing up, he use to jabber on so much that he would get all his words twisted and meshed together, that he'd say the wrong thing, or others would hear the wrong thing. After so many unwanted misunderstandings, George displays more wisdom by not speaking. He also believes, now, that actions speak louder then words, and though he may not be a tom of many words, he lets his actions towards others speak for themselves. If he ever does speak in lengthy terms, his speech is more elegant and moving. Still, he prefers to keep this to himself, and speak in single word terms or one or two sentences. The bare minimum. Others don't always understand his "ways", but he understands others through his keen eye and his intelligent analysis of the Jellicles behavior's. When it is needed, he will give his two cents worth of advice to any jellicle he feels needs it the most. Though he doesn't do a great deal of talking, he can hand out the "sage" advice and give great comfort to others.
History: George honestly doesn't know where he came from. He knows he wasn't born in the junkyard, some of the elders had found him abandoned by the junkyard when he was a toddler. Not old enough to remember, but it was a couple years of his life that are completely unknown to him and to all those in the junkyard. Since he didn't remember even being found by the elders, living in the junkyard is all George has ever known. Although he did not have an actual family growing up, he came to regard both Jennyanydots and Jellylorum as surrogate parents for him. He was raised primarily by them, and is what he attributes his interest and fascination with herbs and healing. Like any son, he grew up wanting to be like both of his parents. George has made a study of all the herbs, and flora around the junkyard and even in the woods, and hopes one day in the near future he can train with the two matrons to one day become a healer himself. Growing up in the junkyard was pretty uneventful for him. He grew up not pitying himself for his lack of family, but believing himself to be lucky as he had a whole tribe of cats looking out for him and his well being. Sure he views most of the Jellicles like family, but there are others in the junkyard,females and males, that he has crushes on. *cough Tugger, Munk, and Bomba* (Just to name a few) But he thinks of the entire tribe as his "adopted" family. They've always been there for him and is the main reason why he doesn't care one way or the other whether he meets his blood family.
Powers: N/A
RP Sample:
Silently, the lean skinny tom moved through the woods, his heart beat thudding louder as he neared his target. He had seen the signs, saw the inevitable coming, he also knew that any words on his part or anyone else for that matter would have fallen on deaf ears. His golden eyes finally spotted the other Jellicle tom and George frowned slightly at the rage he could see in his Jellicle brother's eyes. The anger inside, George saw it for what it truly was, an uncontrollable fire soaring higher, and engulfing the tom, consuming him. When the tom turned his rage onto George, threatening George to get out of his way, George stood his ground, looking the calico in the eyes. "Hit me." There was a pause, before George felt the first punch to the right side of his face. He stumbled back one step, but after regaining his footing, and his composure.
He looked back into his friends eyes,"Hit me again."
The pause was longer, but the anger inside won out in the end. The hit to his face stung more the second time, but George stubbornly looked back up, to stare his friend down.
"Again."
The third hit, though came more swiftly did not have the same power behind it as the first two. Wiping his mouth, and the little blood that was now there from his split lip away with the back of his paw, he narrowed his eyes at the tom in front of him.
"Did the third punch feel any better then the first? Did the second punch make you feel any more powerful?? What do you think you'll get out of the fourth, fifth or sixth punch, that you did not get from the first three? It is not me that you are angry at, nor will you get any satisfaction from your anger....but I can help you, if you let me."
Comments: He has a pretty good grasp on the local herbs and floral and their healing properties, he also has an interest in becoming a healer some day. Though he does not know if his dream will ever become a reality.
Tribal Affiliation: Jellicles
Tribal Position: N/A; (Though I would like him to eventually train with Jelly and/or Jenny to be a future Healer-assuming that is alright)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Family: Unknown; Carnivallie-Distant Cousin (not aware of this yet)
(I am OPEN to any suggestions. So if anyone wants George in their family, just PM me)
George doesn't really know who his biological family is; but as adopted many of the toms in the Junkyard as his 'brothers'. Though most of the Jellicles he now looks up to as his true family, and doesn't have any lingering desires for his real family. If he finds out who they are one day, or not, that's fine by him.
Physical Appearance: He is a short tom, shorter then the average tom. He does have some muscle mass, but the first descriptive word others would use to describe him, would be "lithe". He appears more lean, flexible and thin; the muscle mass he does have is often ignored and goes by unnoticed. He's not unattractive, but nor would he be described as 'Hot'. He's more charming, handsome, or "cute". He is a white short hair tom. He has brown, black, Cream, Tan, and "Rust" accents and stripes throughout his body.
(Art by Me)
Personality: George is a very perceptive tom. He is also the strong, silent type. He's not a shy tom, just stoic-as he usually only speaks when he has something important to say. He's a tom of few words, and is more observant towards others. He observe's each little twitch, flinch...anything big or small that changes in another's facial expressions or in their body language. It is through these observations that he usually knows what the other might be going through. He has this way about him, where he can see a situation through someone else's perspective and though he cannot empathize, he will sympathize. Because of George's silent ways, many peg him for a shy tom, there are even rumors (mostly with the younger cats) that he is mute and cannot talk. Both of which are false. George was never good with a lot of words. When he was growing up, he use to jabber on so much that he would get all his words twisted and meshed together, that he'd say the wrong thing, or others would hear the wrong thing. After so many unwanted misunderstandings, George displays more wisdom by not speaking. He also believes, now, that actions speak louder then words, and though he may not be a tom of many words, he lets his actions towards others speak for themselves. If he ever does speak in lengthy terms, his speech is more elegant and moving. Still, he prefers to keep this to himself, and speak in single word terms or one or two sentences. The bare minimum. Others don't always understand his "ways", but he understands others through his keen eye and his intelligent analysis of the Jellicles behavior's. When it is needed, he will give his two cents worth of advice to any jellicle he feels needs it the most. Though he doesn't do a great deal of talking, he can hand out the "sage" advice and give great comfort to others.
History: George honestly doesn't know where he came from. He knows he wasn't born in the junkyard, some of the elders had found him abandoned by the junkyard when he was a toddler. Not old enough to remember, but it was a couple years of his life that are completely unknown to him and to all those in the junkyard. Since he didn't remember even being found by the elders, living in the junkyard is all George has ever known. Although he did not have an actual family growing up, he came to regard both Jennyanydots and Jellylorum as surrogate parents for him. He was raised primarily by them, and is what he attributes his interest and fascination with herbs and healing. Like any son, he grew up wanting to be like both of his parents. George has made a study of all the herbs, and flora around the junkyard and even in the woods, and hopes one day in the near future he can train with the two matrons to one day become a healer himself. Growing up in the junkyard was pretty uneventful for him. He grew up not pitying himself for his lack of family, but believing himself to be lucky as he had a whole tribe of cats looking out for him and his well being. Sure he views most of the Jellicles like family, but there are others in the junkyard,females and males, that he has crushes on. *cough Tugger, Munk, and Bomba* (Just to name a few) But he thinks of the entire tribe as his "adopted" family. They've always been there for him and is the main reason why he doesn't care one way or the other whether he meets his blood family.
Powers: N/A
RP Sample:
Silently, the lean skinny tom moved through the woods, his heart beat thudding louder as he neared his target. He had seen the signs, saw the inevitable coming, he also knew that any words on his part or anyone else for that matter would have fallen on deaf ears. His golden eyes finally spotted the other Jellicle tom and George frowned slightly at the rage he could see in his Jellicle brother's eyes. The anger inside, George saw it for what it truly was, an uncontrollable fire soaring higher, and engulfing the tom, consuming him. When the tom turned his rage onto George, threatening George to get out of his way, George stood his ground, looking the calico in the eyes. "Hit me." There was a pause, before George felt the first punch to the right side of his face. He stumbled back one step, but after regaining his footing, and his composure.
He looked back into his friends eyes,"Hit me again."
The pause was longer, but the anger inside won out in the end. The hit to his face stung more the second time, but George stubbornly looked back up, to stare his friend down.
"Again."
The third hit, though came more swiftly did not have the same power behind it as the first two. Wiping his mouth, and the little blood that was now there from his split lip away with the back of his paw, he narrowed his eyes at the tom in front of him.
"Did the third punch feel any better then the first? Did the second punch make you feel any more powerful?? What do you think you'll get out of the fourth, fifth or sixth punch, that you did not get from the first three? It is not me that you are angry at, nor will you get any satisfaction from your anger....but I can help you, if you let me."
Comments: He has a pretty good grasp on the local herbs and floral and their healing properties, he also has an interest in becoming a healer some day. Though he does not know if his dream will ever become a reality.
(she's one of my favorites) 
wern't we going to make george and carnie cousins?;p because you havn't changed that on the family part 
