Post by Pippin on Nov 27, 2009 17:17:21 GMT -5
Application for ‘Mister Mistoffelees’:
History: Mistoffelees was born outside the junkyard, though he found his way there at a young age, by accident, more than anything. His mother was a pristine white beauty, a pure-bred, kept by a rather well-to-do family, his father a black and white stray that roamed the streets near the rather upscale neighborhood. He never fully knew his father, for his mother’s humans were explicit in keeping other cats out of the house and keeping his mother in. As such, they were quite dismayed to find that their pure-bred queen had produced kittens of a mixed heritage. Not wanting them about, the family put the kittens out on the street to fend for themselves as soon as they were weaned.
From the time that he took to the street, Mistoffelees developed a knack for curiosity and exploring, and for getting himself both into and out of trouble. He soon developed quite the skill at sneaking in and out of the shadows or along roof edges to avoid being caught by animal patrol, or by pollicles or other strays he might meet in trying to find food and shelter for himself. It was on one of his nightly forays that he came upon the two story flat of a middle-aged family with a young girl, who happened to spot him as he was peering in the window at the dinner that was being prepared. She took an immediate liking to him, and he to her, (though it took some additional time and some well placed looks from Mistoffelees to convince her parents), and the family soon took him in as one of their own.
It was also around this time that his magical powers first started to manifest, making him a sort of child prodigy. Of course, these new abilities were of great interest to him, and he set about learning more about them at once. However, the family was not as keen on dealing with such things as mysterious scorch marks appearing in their carpeting, or their silverware suddenly going missing from the kitchen drawers, and he soon had to find other outlets for his regular practicing (not that it stopped him from playing the occasional trick on the family to keep things interesting). In trying to work out his new abilities (and simultaneously further his explorations that evening) he had tried to teleport himself from the front stoop of his humans’ home over the neighboring fence, what he thought was a reasonably short distance. However, instead of his intended destination, he ended up half-way across town, a most disappointing (and as he was still fairly young, frightening) result. In trying to get back, he found himself suddenly materialized in the center of the Jellicle junkyard, much to the surprise and amazement of everyone there.
He found the Jellicles to be very hospitable, and was eager to stay and explore more of their world. It also gave him a place where he could practice and hone his new powers to their full extent without worrying about causing too much of a mess or calling too much attention to himself from his human family. Of course, everything was not smooth sailing at the beginning, and there were a great number of trash cans upset, objects broken, fur singed, and odd assortments of things littered about before he quite got a handle on them (much to the chagrin of many of the tribe elders). In fact, it was on an early occasion that he lost control and nearly set Old Deuteronomy’s coat on fire, but after being able to produce a rather nice plate of fish upon request afterwards, was thankfully pardoned. Though slow at first, he has now become good friends with nearly everyone in the Junkyard, and has taken particularly fondly to the old pipe near the edge of the junkyard while he is there. Though most of his time is spent either in the Junkyard or with his humans, he does still retain his desire for exploration, and occasionally will wander off into the rest of the city. As one of the able toms of the yard, he stands ready to defend his home and the tribe against whatever Macavity can muster to the best of his abilities, magical or otherwise.
Personality: To most cats he will meet on the street, Mistoffelees might seem a bit aloof and somewhat anti-social, as he often prefers to keep to himself for at least part of the day and spends much of his time practicing his art and exploring. Developing his own skills is very important to him, and he spends a great deal of time dedicated to learning more about his abilities, both so that he can better control them and so that he can discover more useful or exciting tricks to perform for the tribe. As it stands, though much more accomplished than he used to be, his magic still has a tendency of getting away from him from time to time, and is still learning to fully control it.
Though somewhat slow to form close-knit relationships with others, once he has made a true friend and opens up a bit, he can be quite pleasant, friendly, and well-spoken. He tries to be helpful to those close to him whenever possible, and greatly values the friendships he has managed to make thus far. He does have a tendency, however, to keep his deeper, personal feelings to himself, and has trouble opening up to anyone except to those closest to him.
Despite his sometimes quiet demeanor, he is also quite the showman, and greatly enjoys performing with his magical talents for the other cats when the opportunity arises. The Jellicle Ball in particular is an event he looks forward to with great enthusiasm as he gets to showcase his talents as well as mingle with some of his closer friends he sees less often. He takes great pride and enjoyment in what he does, but unlike some other cats is not arrogant about it.
He has a sense of intense energy always about him, which he channels into his performances, and also into an intense desire to explore, both the world around him and his own abilities. Wide eyed and eager, he seems interested in almost anything, a nod to his more curious nature (which at times can lead him into mischief, particularly when his magic is involved). He is also keenly observant, and often enjoys watching others (both cats and humans) in their daily routines and their reactions to certain situations. He is particularly fascinated by their reactions to the unexplained or the sudden (which he has long become an expert in). He also has a rather clever and ironic wit when he chooses to use it, ready with a quick, well-placed quip when appropriate, and can be rather playful, sometimes using his powers to play 'harmless' tricks on the other cats and his human family.
Appearance: Mistoffelees is rather small and lithe for his age, and is generally considered a ‘tuxedo’ cat. He is nearly entirely a sleek, glossy, black, except for a bib of white fur below his neck and the white that covers most of his face. A thin black line encircles his neck, and is slightly broader in the front, somewhat resembling a bowtie. When not performing or drawing significantly on his magical powers, he also sports white on both back legs from the knee down, as well as on his right foreleg.
RP sample: Mistoffelees sat perched upon the large pipe that ran along the side of the run-down building overlooking the junkyard, his keen eyes searching the horizon as he lounged in a rather casual position, legs crossed comfortably behind him with one black paw dangling below the pipe. The evening was wearing on into night, and his favorite time of day was approaching. It was that time of day where the shadows grew long and easy to slip in and out of, and the sun’s last rays seemed to freeze the world below as though in a photograph. It was just about this time that night-time truly began, and there was a tangible buzz of energy in the air, one that he could feel creeping like a tickle up his spine ‘till it reached the tip of his nose and caused him to grin. Below him, he could see the forms of some of the other cats slowly stretching from their hiding places to greet the night. His grin broadening a bit, he rose, yawning and taking a long moment to fully stretch and flex his paws to shake off the last bit of fatigue from his earlier nap. With a sparkle in his eye, he leapt gracefully downward into the junkyard, landing silently in the shadows below and out of sight of the others. Another night was about to begin, and who knew what it would hold.
Code: a true rolling stone that has gathered no moss
History: Mistoffelees was born outside the junkyard, though he found his way there at a young age, by accident, more than anything. His mother was a pristine white beauty, a pure-bred, kept by a rather well-to-do family, his father a black and white stray that roamed the streets near the rather upscale neighborhood. He never fully knew his father, for his mother’s humans were explicit in keeping other cats out of the house and keeping his mother in. As such, they were quite dismayed to find that their pure-bred queen had produced kittens of a mixed heritage. Not wanting them about, the family put the kittens out on the street to fend for themselves as soon as they were weaned.
From the time that he took to the street, Mistoffelees developed a knack for curiosity and exploring, and for getting himself both into and out of trouble. He soon developed quite the skill at sneaking in and out of the shadows or along roof edges to avoid being caught by animal patrol, or by pollicles or other strays he might meet in trying to find food and shelter for himself. It was on one of his nightly forays that he came upon the two story flat of a middle-aged family with a young girl, who happened to spot him as he was peering in the window at the dinner that was being prepared. She took an immediate liking to him, and he to her, (though it took some additional time and some well placed looks from Mistoffelees to convince her parents), and the family soon took him in as one of their own.
It was also around this time that his magical powers first started to manifest, making him a sort of child prodigy. Of course, these new abilities were of great interest to him, and he set about learning more about them at once. However, the family was not as keen on dealing with such things as mysterious scorch marks appearing in their carpeting, or their silverware suddenly going missing from the kitchen drawers, and he soon had to find other outlets for his regular practicing (not that it stopped him from playing the occasional trick on the family to keep things interesting). In trying to work out his new abilities (and simultaneously further his explorations that evening) he had tried to teleport himself from the front stoop of his humans’ home over the neighboring fence, what he thought was a reasonably short distance. However, instead of his intended destination, he ended up half-way across town, a most disappointing (and as he was still fairly young, frightening) result. In trying to get back, he found himself suddenly materialized in the center of the Jellicle junkyard, much to the surprise and amazement of everyone there.
He found the Jellicles to be very hospitable, and was eager to stay and explore more of their world. It also gave him a place where he could practice and hone his new powers to their full extent without worrying about causing too much of a mess or calling too much attention to himself from his human family. Of course, everything was not smooth sailing at the beginning, and there were a great number of trash cans upset, objects broken, fur singed, and odd assortments of things littered about before he quite got a handle on them (much to the chagrin of many of the tribe elders). In fact, it was on an early occasion that he lost control and nearly set Old Deuteronomy’s coat on fire, but after being able to produce a rather nice plate of fish upon request afterwards, was thankfully pardoned. Though slow at first, he has now become good friends with nearly everyone in the Junkyard, and has taken particularly fondly to the old pipe near the edge of the junkyard while he is there. Though most of his time is spent either in the Junkyard or with his humans, he does still retain his desire for exploration, and occasionally will wander off into the rest of the city. As one of the able toms of the yard, he stands ready to defend his home and the tribe against whatever Macavity can muster to the best of his abilities, magical or otherwise.
Personality: To most cats he will meet on the street, Mistoffelees might seem a bit aloof and somewhat anti-social, as he often prefers to keep to himself for at least part of the day and spends much of his time practicing his art and exploring. Developing his own skills is very important to him, and he spends a great deal of time dedicated to learning more about his abilities, both so that he can better control them and so that he can discover more useful or exciting tricks to perform for the tribe. As it stands, though much more accomplished than he used to be, his magic still has a tendency of getting away from him from time to time, and is still learning to fully control it.
Though somewhat slow to form close-knit relationships with others, once he has made a true friend and opens up a bit, he can be quite pleasant, friendly, and well-spoken. He tries to be helpful to those close to him whenever possible, and greatly values the friendships he has managed to make thus far. He does have a tendency, however, to keep his deeper, personal feelings to himself, and has trouble opening up to anyone except to those closest to him.
Despite his sometimes quiet demeanor, he is also quite the showman, and greatly enjoys performing with his magical talents for the other cats when the opportunity arises. The Jellicle Ball in particular is an event he looks forward to with great enthusiasm as he gets to showcase his talents as well as mingle with some of his closer friends he sees less often. He takes great pride and enjoyment in what he does, but unlike some other cats is not arrogant about it.
He has a sense of intense energy always about him, which he channels into his performances, and also into an intense desire to explore, both the world around him and his own abilities. Wide eyed and eager, he seems interested in almost anything, a nod to his more curious nature (which at times can lead him into mischief, particularly when his magic is involved). He is also keenly observant, and often enjoys watching others (both cats and humans) in their daily routines and their reactions to certain situations. He is particularly fascinated by their reactions to the unexplained or the sudden (which he has long become an expert in). He also has a rather clever and ironic wit when he chooses to use it, ready with a quick, well-placed quip when appropriate, and can be rather playful, sometimes using his powers to play 'harmless' tricks on the other cats and his human family.
Appearance: Mistoffelees is rather small and lithe for his age, and is generally considered a ‘tuxedo’ cat. He is nearly entirely a sleek, glossy, black, except for a bib of white fur below his neck and the white that covers most of his face. A thin black line encircles his neck, and is slightly broader in the front, somewhat resembling a bowtie. When not performing or drawing significantly on his magical powers, he also sports white on both back legs from the knee down, as well as on his right foreleg.
RP sample: Mistoffelees sat perched upon the large pipe that ran along the side of the run-down building overlooking the junkyard, his keen eyes searching the horizon as he lounged in a rather casual position, legs crossed comfortably behind him with one black paw dangling below the pipe. The evening was wearing on into night, and his favorite time of day was approaching. It was that time of day where the shadows grew long and easy to slip in and out of, and the sun’s last rays seemed to freeze the world below as though in a photograph. It was just about this time that night-time truly began, and there was a tangible buzz of energy in the air, one that he could feel creeping like a tickle up his spine ‘till it reached the tip of his nose and caused him to grin. Below him, he could see the forms of some of the other cats slowly stretching from their hiding places to greet the night. His grin broadening a bit, he rose, yawning and taking a long moment to fully stretch and flex his paws to shake off the last bit of fatigue from his earlier nap. With a sparkle in his eye, he leapt gracefully downward into the junkyard, landing silently in the shadows below and out of sight of the others. Another night was about to begin, and who knew what it would hold.
Code: a true rolling stone that has gathered no moss