Post by Deleted on May 14, 2010 19:50:45 GMT -8
Name: Freud
Clan: None (Loner)
Age: 48 moons
Gender: Tom (Fixed, ironically.)
Position: N/A
Short Description:
-Freud is a travelling loner that seeks out distraught cats and consoles them through dream analysis.
Description:
-Freud is mainly black, though his muzzle, chest and paws are white. He has brown eyes and a sort of constant grim stare that he gives to people and things most of the time. He loses it when listening to a dream description, or when inspecting something new.
Attitude:
-Freud likes to think himself smart. Very smart. And he is, relatively. Humbleness is not his strong suit, however.
He’s not the best hunter, so he often trades his knowledge for food with other cats, be they clan cats or kittypets. (Kittypets are usually more open to his suggestions and critique, but their food is awful. He doesn’t like working for them if he doesn’t have to.)
He is frustratingly obnoxious when he thinks he’s discovered something new, regardless of whether or not other people knew it before he did.
History:
-Freud was raised as a kitty pet for a twoleg biographer. His twoleg apparently named him after the one he was writing about, for whenever he was frustrated about his project he would shout at Freud for no reason. Freud eventually grew tired of this constant barrage of attacks and left. He soon discovered a vast world consistent of beings just like him and became enthralled with their ways.
Freud does not know his parents, and is not even aware that he once had a family. (He’s forgotten most of his life before leaving his twoleg.)
RP Example:
(Unrelated RP post is unrelated to character being created. Ignore the wing bit; it was a fantasy RP.)
Password:
-Purple
(Not a clan cat, but close enough.)
How did you find CCOTF?
-Referred by Counter.
Clan: None (Loner)
Age: 48 moons
Gender: Tom (Fixed, ironically.)
Position: N/A
Short Description:
-Freud is a travelling loner that seeks out distraught cats and consoles them through dream analysis.
Description:
-Freud is mainly black, though his muzzle, chest and paws are white. He has brown eyes and a sort of constant grim stare that he gives to people and things most of the time. He loses it when listening to a dream description, or when inspecting something new.
Attitude:
-Freud likes to think himself smart. Very smart. And he is, relatively. Humbleness is not his strong suit, however.
He’s not the best hunter, so he often trades his knowledge for food with other cats, be they clan cats or kittypets. (Kittypets are usually more open to his suggestions and critique, but their food is awful. He doesn’t like working for them if he doesn’t have to.)
He is frustratingly obnoxious when he thinks he’s discovered something new, regardless of whether or not other people knew it before he did.
History:
-Freud was raised as a kitty pet for a twoleg biographer. His twoleg apparently named him after the one he was writing about, for whenever he was frustrated about his project he would shout at Freud for no reason. Freud eventually grew tired of this constant barrage of attacks and left. He soon discovered a vast world consistent of beings just like him and became enthralled with their ways.
Freud does not know his parents, and is not even aware that he once had a family. (He’s forgotten most of his life before leaving his twoleg.)
RP Example:
(Unrelated RP post is unrelated to character being created. Ignore the wing bit; it was a fantasy RP.)
As Calvin stepped forth from the smog layer and into plain air, she was amazed. Everything before the shipped looked like the forests of her Wind Provence, minus some rather interestingly colored lichen. A smile graced her expression and she pivoted to inform Pan when she saw the path of destruction the ship had caused. Her jaw dropped. They'd torn a hole through it.
"Guardians, save these trees!" She leapt up and over the ship, forcing air all the while at patches of burning shrubs. The flames withered and died out, but continued smoldering. She frowned.
"What I wouldn't have given to be knowledgeable in water arts right now," Calvin grumbled to herself. The smoldering bits of sticks crackled, but so did something else behind her. She sat erect and stayed stock still.
"Whatever you are, if you are intelligent and you understand me, I request that you not..." she swallowed hard. "Kill me."”
She turned, shaking, to catch sight of four small puffs of fur hiding underneath a nearby rock. Her wings drooped and her tension faded. It was soon replaced by a sense of curiosity.
"Y-You look so much like...me," She commented at the four, noticing them shake. She stood slowly and approached, keeping her body low to the ground to meet their eye level. One of them, the smallest one, let out a mewl. She giggled. "But you do not speak like me."
Calvin furrowed her brow as she remembered Pan's instruction. "Obtain a genetic sample? ...Right." She sighed. How would she manage that without scaring them off? They already appeared frightened enough.
"Here goes nothing," she said and leaned forward with her eyes closed, offering her nose to one of them as a sign of peace...
"Guardians, save these trees!" She leapt up and over the ship, forcing air all the while at patches of burning shrubs. The flames withered and died out, but continued smoldering. She frowned.
"What I wouldn't have given to be knowledgeable in water arts right now," Calvin grumbled to herself. The smoldering bits of sticks crackled, but so did something else behind her. She sat erect and stayed stock still.
"Whatever you are, if you are intelligent and you understand me, I request that you not..." she swallowed hard. "Kill me."”
She turned, shaking, to catch sight of four small puffs of fur hiding underneath a nearby rock. Her wings drooped and her tension faded. It was soon replaced by a sense of curiosity.
"Y-You look so much like...me," She commented at the four, noticing them shake. She stood slowly and approached, keeping her body low to the ground to meet their eye level. One of them, the smallest one, let out a mewl. She giggled. "But you do not speak like me."
Calvin furrowed her brow as she remembered Pan's instruction. "Obtain a genetic sample? ...Right." She sighed. How would she manage that without scaring them off? They already appeared frightened enough.
"Here goes nothing," she said and leaned forward with her eyes closed, offering her nose to one of them as a sign of peace...
Password:
-Purple
(Not a clan cat, but close enough.)
How did you find CCOTF?
-Referred by Counter.
