Post by electricia on Nov 28, 2009 17:20:17 GMT -5
Application for 'Demeter':
History: Demeter was born in the darker alleys of the city by a stray cat, near to a brothel. Both, the little queen and her mother got food and a few 'love and attention' there. Demeter usually was pretty confinding and friendly towards these women and actually at everyone who crossed her way what, combined with the natural curiousity of a kitten, really concerned her mother. But the young female had her own mind; some times while hunting or walking outside she went away from her mother to sit next to friendly humans who offered fish and cuddling sessions to her. For Demeter the idea of living a life with a human family was bright and nicely: never freezing or hunger in winter or thirsting in summer, always having a warm, cosy basket and a bowl of cooled milk. Her mother however, very indignant about Demeter's view and always clinging up to her want for independance from humans, finally let her daughter alone at the age of 17 in some night: "Just do what you want, I'll never remind you."
Somewhat depressed one the one hand but relieved that she was free now to her own decisions on the other side Demeter made long excursions through the 'better quarters' of the city and also through its alleys. There, how it is rumored, she met Macavity and, whether forced or for free will, became his mate. ((Pending!)) Demeter didn't talk much about it since she entered the Jellicle tribe but quickly made friends with Bombalurina. After searching for long years the adult queen finally also got her wish fulfilled and was taken in by a nice human family. But despite of the fact being owned she spends most of her time in the junkyard and strolling through the city.
Personality: Being confronted with some impressing events in her life changed Demeter's personality considerably; still curious and a bit naive like she had always been Demeter appeared in the junkyard quite skittish and nervous, or, as some may would say, paranoid. Because she rather withdraws big gathers than joining them, the queen doesn't give others many chances to ask about it. Still she's more used to be alone and probably would feature herself as a loner. Nevertheless Demeter takes much trust into the Jellicle toms and has fun in observing the kittens at play. Though not unattractive the queen hasn't considered any tom as her mate till now. Also not, if she may is interested in Munkustrap ...
Appearance: Demeter's fur is mostly golden-yellowish with black, thin stripes and fluffy shoulders. Her belly is white and reminds on any clothing with may a corsage or something that offers a deep look ;D She wears elegant gloves and black-white legwarmers. Her tail is striped or freckled with other different colours. The female has a white muzzle and striped head fur. Her ears are rather tiny and she in general has a more dainty figure.
RP sample: Her whiskers trembled shortly. Her ears twitched while Demeter's tail tip jerked heavily. But she felt nice; purring the queen had closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun on her slender body and the friendly hand that was stroking her head fur. Yawning she stretched her legs and pressed her head gently towards her human girl's hand to sign her to go on with that. But suddenly a loud voice let Demeter's ears jerk much heavier than before and the female shrunk together. The mother of her owner sometimes really drove her mad; everytime the woman was running through the big house, shouting loud with an unnaturally high-pitched voice that regulary hurt in her ears.
Well, at least she could claim that it could be much worse ... Demeter smirked and scoffed at her own thoughts. Why did she complain? She had all what she ever wanted, probably all a cat was dreaming of. Practically two homes and welcome at both. Sighing quietly Demeter stood up and walked through the house, intending to visit the junkyard tonight. The sun was already setting and it felt like it would be a comfortably warm night. With a mix of anticipation and slight pity towards the girl that was told to help her mother in the house hold the queen turned her head over her shoulder before she left the house through the entrance door.
Code: a true rolling stone that has gathered no moss
History: Demeter was born in the darker alleys of the city by a stray cat, near to a brothel. Both, the little queen and her mother got food and a few 'love and attention' there. Demeter usually was pretty confinding and friendly towards these women and actually at everyone who crossed her way what, combined with the natural curiousity of a kitten, really concerned her mother. But the young female had her own mind; some times while hunting or walking outside she went away from her mother to sit next to friendly humans who offered fish and cuddling sessions to her. For Demeter the idea of living a life with a human family was bright and nicely: never freezing or hunger in winter or thirsting in summer, always having a warm, cosy basket and a bowl of cooled milk. Her mother however, very indignant about Demeter's view and always clinging up to her want for independance from humans, finally let her daughter alone at the age of 17 in some night: "Just do what you want, I'll never remind you."
Somewhat depressed one the one hand but relieved that she was free now to her own decisions on the other side Demeter made long excursions through the 'better quarters' of the city and also through its alleys. There, how it is rumored, she met Macavity and, whether forced or for free will, became his mate. ((Pending!)) Demeter didn't talk much about it since she entered the Jellicle tribe but quickly made friends with Bombalurina. After searching for long years the adult queen finally also got her wish fulfilled and was taken in by a nice human family. But despite of the fact being owned she spends most of her time in the junkyard and strolling through the city.
Personality: Being confronted with some impressing events in her life changed Demeter's personality considerably; still curious and a bit naive like she had always been Demeter appeared in the junkyard quite skittish and nervous, or, as some may would say, paranoid. Because she rather withdraws big gathers than joining them, the queen doesn't give others many chances to ask about it. Still she's more used to be alone and probably would feature herself as a loner. Nevertheless Demeter takes much trust into the Jellicle toms and has fun in observing the kittens at play. Though not unattractive the queen hasn't considered any tom as her mate till now. Also not, if she may is interested in Munkustrap ...
Appearance: Demeter's fur is mostly golden-yellowish with black, thin stripes and fluffy shoulders. Her belly is white and reminds on any clothing with may a corsage or something that offers a deep look ;D She wears elegant gloves and black-white legwarmers. Her tail is striped or freckled with other different colours. The female has a white muzzle and striped head fur. Her ears are rather tiny and she in general has a more dainty figure.
RP sample: Her whiskers trembled shortly. Her ears twitched while Demeter's tail tip jerked heavily. But she felt nice; purring the queen had closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun on her slender body and the friendly hand that was stroking her head fur. Yawning she stretched her legs and pressed her head gently towards her human girl's hand to sign her to go on with that. But suddenly a loud voice let Demeter's ears jerk much heavier than before and the female shrunk together. The mother of her owner sometimes really drove her mad; everytime the woman was running through the big house, shouting loud with an unnaturally high-pitched voice that regulary hurt in her ears.
Well, at least she could claim that it could be much worse ... Demeter smirked and scoffed at her own thoughts. Why did she complain? She had all what she ever wanted, probably all a cat was dreaming of. Practically two homes and welcome at both. Sighing quietly Demeter stood up and walked through the house, intending to visit the junkyard tonight. The sun was already setting and it felt like it would be a comfortably warm night. With a mix of anticipation and slight pity towards the girl that was told to help her mother in the house hold the queen turned her head over her shoulder before she left the house through the entrance door.
Code: a true rolling stone that has gathered no moss
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