Post by Pippin on Nov 30, 2009 17:05:01 GMT -5
Application for 'Pouncival':
History:
(Note: History is pending on relationships being accepted. I hope it’s okay I put Skimble in there as well. If this doesn’t work for anyone, I’ll change it.)
Pouncival was born a short time after his brother, Tumblebrutus, to Jennyanydots in the Junkyard, and has lived there for most of his life. He was able to walk before he could speak, and was very active from the time he could open his eyes, eager to explore their den (and frequently making a mess in the process), and the Junkyard as he got older. He loved to play with the other kittens and roughhouse with his brother, and spent much of his time practicing his climbing and acrobatics. Though both his mother and brother have owners, Pouncival prefers to stay behind in the Junkyard most of the time, finding that his somewhat impetuous and playful nature often does not agree with what most owners are willing to deal with on a regular basis. He does visit their humans from time to time, however, and enjoys the chance to get out for a change of scenery once in a while.
Throughout his time growing up in the Junkyard, Pouncival’s excitable and curious nature had a tendency to get him into trouble. As such, he was allowed limited access to the world outside the junkyard, and was kept on a rather tight leash as a youngster. When he was around the age of 8, Pounce decided to run away from home, fed up with being cooped up at home all the time because it was ‘too dangerous’ to go outside, and tired of missing out on the excitement he was sure lay beyond the Junkyard. He quickly found himself lost, however, once outside the Junkyard, and wandered rather aimlessly through some of the less desirable areas of London. Luckily for him, he eventually ended up at the northern railway station without running into much trouble for himself (though the journey did nothing for his nerves, and by that time he was ready to be home again). He had heard a lot about the great machines they called trains from Skimble back home, and he was immediately intrigued, forgetting his desire to be home for the moment and finding his way aboard one of the strange contraptions. He soon set about exploring, glad to finally find the something of interest outside the ‘Yard that he was looking for.
Unfortunately for him, the passengers were not so keen to find a kitten scurrying through the clean kitchen or leaping down onto their head when they were trying to go to sleep. Word quickly spread around the train, and his presence was quickly called to the attention of the railway cat. Luckily for Pounce, Skimbleshanks was merciful (though stern) regarding his antics, and allowed him to finish out the duration of the trip before being seen personally back to the Junkyard. He is now more or less content to stay within its confines with his family and friends, getting some of the defiant urge out of his system, though at times he can’t help but feel curious about what else might lay out there.
Personality: Pouncival is an energetic and excitable kit, all too eager to grow up and remain a kitten all at the same time. Despite his coming into adolescence, he still retains much of his immature, kittenish demeanor, delighting in playing with other kits his age and playing the frequent, well placed prank amongst his friends and occasionally on the older Jellicles. This often manifests as rather mischievous behavior that can get on the nerves of some of the older cats. Though part of him longs to show the others that he is well on his way to becoming a full fledged tom (and is therefore not a little kit anymore), he is often too distracted by interesting things going on around him to really make that mark yet, and is often found goofing off or not paying attention when he is supposed to. He also tends to be curious, almost to a fault, and can sometimes get himself in trouble when walking into situations he is not fully aware of until it is too late (especially when that hint of male bravado kicks in).
Pounce is also somewhat competitive, especially when it comes to the other toms (and his brother, in particular), and consistently tries to outdo them at whatever the current challenge may be. Pounce himself is quite spry and acrobatic, and while he does not quite have the grace to pull off the acrobatic tricks that some of the other cats can (and sometimes fails rather amusingly in trying), he has become quite good at pouncing, leaping to hard to reach places, and working his way in and out of tight spaces. He does practice his acrobatics (as well as his pouncing and other physical activities around the junkyard), however, and is becoming much more adept at the art.
He is generally bright and cheerful, and tries to hide any misgivings he has about himself or a current situation from the others. He is more sensitive than he lets on, however, and can be easily hurt. He often doubts himself more than he lets on, and secretly appreciates the praise and support of others in the Junkyard. While not the able fighter that many of the older toms are, he feels he can hold his own if need be, and is ready to protect his friends and family in a fight if necessary.
Appearance: Pouncival is a smallish tom with fur that can be described as a white/tabby mix. Brown, white, gray, and black stripes and spots litter his coat, though there are definite black stripes around his upper torso and bib region. Perhaps most markedly, Pouncival has a small, triangular brown patch running over his left eye (in contrast to the larger patch Tumblebrutus has over his right eye. He hates it when people get them confused).
RP sample: “Alright, you can do this,” he whispered aloud to himself from his perch atop the large wooden chair that stood at one edge of the junkyard clearing. He had been trying to perfect a triple somersault maneuver that he had seen Tumblebrutus doing earlier, and so far hadn’t managed to get it quite right. Third time’s the charm, right? Closing his eyes for a moment and getting into a ready stance, he leapt forward off the chair. One turn, two…the rushing of the air past his fur as he descended filled him with a rush of excitement. Number thr…”Whoa!” Pouncival gave out a cry as he was only half way through the third turn when the ground came up suddenly beneath him. He tumbled, head over heels, rather unceremoniously into the large pile of garbage across from him, knocking a variety of discarded objects down around and on top of him. Before he had even fully picked himself up again, he heard a familiar snicker from nearby. “Nice going graceful,” came Tumblebrutus’ voice, who had apparently been watching his spectacular failure. ‘Great,’ Pounce thought, ‘Just great.’
Code: a true rolling stone that has gathered no moss
History:
(Note: History is pending on relationships being accepted. I hope it’s okay I put Skimble in there as well. If this doesn’t work for anyone, I’ll change it.)
Pouncival was born a short time after his brother, Tumblebrutus, to Jennyanydots in the Junkyard, and has lived there for most of his life. He was able to walk before he could speak, and was very active from the time he could open his eyes, eager to explore their den (and frequently making a mess in the process), and the Junkyard as he got older. He loved to play with the other kittens and roughhouse with his brother, and spent much of his time practicing his climbing and acrobatics. Though both his mother and brother have owners, Pouncival prefers to stay behind in the Junkyard most of the time, finding that his somewhat impetuous and playful nature often does not agree with what most owners are willing to deal with on a regular basis. He does visit their humans from time to time, however, and enjoys the chance to get out for a change of scenery once in a while.
Throughout his time growing up in the Junkyard, Pouncival’s excitable and curious nature had a tendency to get him into trouble. As such, he was allowed limited access to the world outside the junkyard, and was kept on a rather tight leash as a youngster. When he was around the age of 8, Pounce decided to run away from home, fed up with being cooped up at home all the time because it was ‘too dangerous’ to go outside, and tired of missing out on the excitement he was sure lay beyond the Junkyard. He quickly found himself lost, however, once outside the Junkyard, and wandered rather aimlessly through some of the less desirable areas of London. Luckily for him, he eventually ended up at the northern railway station without running into much trouble for himself (though the journey did nothing for his nerves, and by that time he was ready to be home again). He had heard a lot about the great machines they called trains from Skimble back home, and he was immediately intrigued, forgetting his desire to be home for the moment and finding his way aboard one of the strange contraptions. He soon set about exploring, glad to finally find the something of interest outside the ‘Yard that he was looking for.
Unfortunately for him, the passengers were not so keen to find a kitten scurrying through the clean kitchen or leaping down onto their head when they were trying to go to sleep. Word quickly spread around the train, and his presence was quickly called to the attention of the railway cat. Luckily for Pounce, Skimbleshanks was merciful (though stern) regarding his antics, and allowed him to finish out the duration of the trip before being seen personally back to the Junkyard. He is now more or less content to stay within its confines with his family and friends, getting some of the defiant urge out of his system, though at times he can’t help but feel curious about what else might lay out there.
Personality: Pouncival is an energetic and excitable kit, all too eager to grow up and remain a kitten all at the same time. Despite his coming into adolescence, he still retains much of his immature, kittenish demeanor, delighting in playing with other kits his age and playing the frequent, well placed prank amongst his friends and occasionally on the older Jellicles. This often manifests as rather mischievous behavior that can get on the nerves of some of the older cats. Though part of him longs to show the others that he is well on his way to becoming a full fledged tom (and is therefore not a little kit anymore), he is often too distracted by interesting things going on around him to really make that mark yet, and is often found goofing off or not paying attention when he is supposed to. He also tends to be curious, almost to a fault, and can sometimes get himself in trouble when walking into situations he is not fully aware of until it is too late (especially when that hint of male bravado kicks in).
Pounce is also somewhat competitive, especially when it comes to the other toms (and his brother, in particular), and consistently tries to outdo them at whatever the current challenge may be. Pounce himself is quite spry and acrobatic, and while he does not quite have the grace to pull off the acrobatic tricks that some of the other cats can (and sometimes fails rather amusingly in trying), he has become quite good at pouncing, leaping to hard to reach places, and working his way in and out of tight spaces. He does practice his acrobatics (as well as his pouncing and other physical activities around the junkyard), however, and is becoming much more adept at the art.
He is generally bright and cheerful, and tries to hide any misgivings he has about himself or a current situation from the others. He is more sensitive than he lets on, however, and can be easily hurt. He often doubts himself more than he lets on, and secretly appreciates the praise and support of others in the Junkyard. While not the able fighter that many of the older toms are, he feels he can hold his own if need be, and is ready to protect his friends and family in a fight if necessary.
Appearance: Pouncival is a smallish tom with fur that can be described as a white/tabby mix. Brown, white, gray, and black stripes and spots litter his coat, though there are definite black stripes around his upper torso and bib region. Perhaps most markedly, Pouncival has a small, triangular brown patch running over his left eye (in contrast to the larger patch Tumblebrutus has over his right eye. He hates it when people get them confused).
RP sample: “Alright, you can do this,” he whispered aloud to himself from his perch atop the large wooden chair that stood at one edge of the junkyard clearing. He had been trying to perfect a triple somersault maneuver that he had seen Tumblebrutus doing earlier, and so far hadn’t managed to get it quite right. Third time’s the charm, right? Closing his eyes for a moment and getting into a ready stance, he leapt forward off the chair. One turn, two…the rushing of the air past his fur as he descended filled him with a rush of excitement. Number thr…”Whoa!” Pouncival gave out a cry as he was only half way through the third turn when the ground came up suddenly beneath him. He tumbled, head over heels, rather unceremoniously into the large pile of garbage across from him, knocking a variety of discarded objects down around and on top of him. Before he had even fully picked himself up again, he heard a familiar snicker from nearby. “Nice going graceful,” came Tumblebrutus’ voice, who had apparently been watching his spectacular failure. ‘Great,’ Pounce thought, ‘Just great.’
Code: a true rolling stone that has gathered no moss
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