Applying for a Character

[Klnsh]

I'll try for a made-up.

Name: Trophos (short for Astrophos)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Fuzzy and white, with black on the tip of his ears, his tail, and his paws. But Trophos is NOT a Siamese, he just looks like one. His eyes are a really pale silver-blue.
Personality: Trophos tries to ignore everything around him most of the time. Unless it is threatening.
Sample post:

A mostly white tomcat leaped into a Dumpster, froze for a few minutes, then peeked out. He sighed in relief, and jumped back out. This time, Trophos thought, this time he would be more careful.
He went into the shadows, made sure that no one was there, and (purposefully) smacked his face into the brick wall of the building. He stayed there for about ten minutes before darting off.

The reason?

The child that had chased him into the Dumpster was back.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Sure, you can give him a try. Go ahead. ^__^

[Arya]

-claps hands- Two new members. YAY!

[Eminems]

I've been thinking. If Quaxo had done a runner, I'd need to bring him back in order to actually contribute. I figured it could go one of two ways. Either he shows up at the Junkyard, having regretted running off, and gets caught up in all the action there. The other idea is that he ends up at the train station, hoping to hear some news about the Jellicles, since he's unlikely to know anything about the pirates having turned up - if I've got everything right...

What do you think?

[Shannon]

I think it'd be better for the plot if he showed up at the station.

[Eminems]

That's kind of what I was thinking.

[Shannon]

Another thing, you'll have to wait until Deme steals the kittens.

Sorry about all these plots. x.x

[Eminems]

That's fine. I'll watch from the sidelines in the mean time.

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Just to warn you:

Munkustrap's not too happy - Quaxo was supposed to watch his back while he went out to confront Macavity (and Munkus ended up with a paw in his chest, and needed Deuteronomy to pull him back from the brink of death, but he's healing now).
Alonzo's out for Quaxo's blood - Nobody, and he means nobody fucks with his baby brother the way Quaxo did. Luckily for Quaxo, Alonzo is currently without-player, and therefore will not be attacking.
Tumble has completely lost all trust in Quaxo (and everyone else) - how could he trust a cat who lied to him about the most important thing - loving him? And if he can't trust his best friend... who can he trust!?

[Mange]

Some may know me some may not. I'm applying for the following Cannon charaters...

Alonzo
Jenny

I am also applying for my OC character Safa.
Name: Safa

Age:*Human Years* 23

Sex: Female

Mates/Sexuality: No Mates, Toms.

Family: None

Tribe: None

Breed: Rag Doll

Apperance: Safa has no pattern to her coat, very similar to Victoria's however. Her base is a rich butter-cream, flecked with faint stripes of copper and silver. Her belly is a milky white. Her most striking feature no doubt, her eyes are a pale Sea-foam green. Safa's body is very fit (If anything on the more..er...sturdy side...) , seeing all she did back at her home was work. Her legs are by far her most muscular developed, and she is also broader in the shoulders. Her tail is much shorter then it should be, and the end seems to be thin on fur. Along her thighs and her arms are very small shallow scars, pink now seeing they are fully healed.

Personality:Safa was a protector and always will be. More then willing to throw herself into a fight to save one who cannot themselves, she ware the wounds of her personality well. She is a very capable fighter, almost to par with Munkustrap himself. Where she is physical strong, her emotions are weak and frail. Never knowing of dance, song, or love, she cant find her place in the Jellicle world. She often find herself jealous of the other queens and falls victim to her own emotions. Safa also, being so strong in body is mentaly unable to defend herself against magics, seeing she never encountered them back home. Safa is very cautious of new people, seeing how they stand and tell themselves through body-language is how she determines if they are friend or foe. She is far from shy, but isn't one to go bounding to people. She does not like physical contact, so the Jellicles ways of nuzzling and caressing turn her away even further from the tribe. She only wants the contact of two things. A mate, or her victim.

History: Safa was born within the barn she would spend her life in. Her mother was of the same coat as her own, but died soon after Safa was born. Death was a common thing on the farm, so it never effected Safa in any way. Growing up she played in the hay and tormented the cows and goats, grabbing there tails and swatting them with her developing claws.
Carriron, the large Australian Shepard dog who lived in the barn with Safa, was her best friend. They were always together and worked together as Safa got older. Many raccoons and fisher-cats attempted to get into the farm yard and kill chickens, chicks, and ducks. On many occasions her and Carriron would guard the flocks from the invaders. Safa got rather beaten and bruised during her first few fights, but as time went on, and invaders came in, she honed her skills and was able to keep them away.
Safa always thought she would die on the farm, looking over the sun-kissed wheat and would die happily. But when her human master )A woman by the name of Jayde( got a letter from the bank, things turned around.
Her cows and goats were sold, the one horse on the farm taken away. All of the ducks, geese, chickens were taken, and soon it was just Carriron and Safa. Packed along in the truck with everything else they had, Safa watched her wheat fields leave her behind, as she moved forward to the city.
A small three room apartment was all they could afford, and all of the heavy wooden furniture seemed out of place. Carriron wasn't himself ever since the move, and Safa didn't seem to understand that there was no farm. So once when Jayde was leaving for work, Safa snick out from between her legs and dashed down the hall and left the apartment.
Lost in the world of dirt and metal, Safa ran blindly, looking for her farm but couldn't find it. Gone for three days, the Butter-cream cat came upon the junkyard and collapsed. Once there she was determined to find her way home. After a bit of rest that is....


Quotes: " I've fought enough battles to save the ones I love longer then you have lived, so don't talk to me about protecting kitten.." ~From a previous RPG


Sample:
Rain. It always seemed to rain in this city. At least more then twice a week. It wasn't a sweet rain like in the country, that if you tasted it, it reminded one of honey and nectar, fresh and crisp. It was rain that you didn't mind if you got soaked in, because it felt warm and inviting. But not this rain. This rain tasted salty, filthy, and acidic. This rain clung to your body like a thin coat of oil, and no matter how hard you tried to clean it off, it would just seep deeper and deeper within your fur. Safa sat there upon the top of the double decked bus, her butter-cream fur slicked tightly to her body, just the scent of the rain making her stomach turn. Lifting her paw, she wiped a droplet of water that was trailing off her nose. Nothing had really lead to this, no traumatic event, no arguments, nothing. Bt she just had to get away from this. She knew that beyond the city was her home, somewhere beyond the halo of lights that hung in the air over the buildings.
So without further pushing, or even real reason, the young queen jumped from the top of the red double decked and down into the soft dirt beneath her paws. Stabling herself, Safa broke into a run. She ran through the tall grass field, each blade whipping across her thighs and calves. This moment brought her so much closer to home. But this grass didn’t feel soft and inviting. Knifes. That was the easiest way to describe this grass. But if she ran faster, and just a bit further then she had before, she would fall into the fields of her grass. But as soon as that pleasant thought crossed her mind, her pink paw pads hit the cold slicked dirt of the junkyards base. Bits of jagged metal stabbed through its surface, making the queen aware of her steps even more. It seemed that she had ran forever already, when in fact it was only a few moments. But already she could feel the burn of her body, protesting this sudden outburst of energy. No matter, there was city, just beyond the gate. That d**ned gate. It was at least twelve feet tall, its chain link doors shut and chained together with a large lock. Safa put on the breaks and looked at the gate. It was holding her back from so much, just standing there locking her inside of this yard. So she did what she had too. Safa leapt and clung to the metal links, her claws splintering against the slick metal as she pulled her body up to the top. Just a narrow pipe she stood upon, her pink paw pads slipping even now as she tried to find the best landing. There was none. Just wet cement laid beneath her. Just do it. She jumped down, stumbling only slightly from the landing.
Outside. She was out of the junkyard. Closer to home then she had ever been before. How long had it been? Almost a year? Or just a few days? She had no idea. But this city held her no comfort either. Dark, and almost deserted, the weather keeping a lot of the people indoors. Cars silently crossed and rode upon the streets like phantoms, nothing real about them. Headlights caressed the queen as she paused, catching her breath. But there was no time for that here. Picking up her speed, Safa went right into the city, running down the sideways and alley ways, looking for any sign or anything that could lead her back home. From far away, it didn’t seem that big, but now this concrete and steel forest surrounded her. Lost and without any direction, the butter-cream cat started to shiver, her body now giving into the elements. It was so hard to contain her white teeth from chattering, her shoulder shaking horribly as she walked along. Safa knew that she couldn’t find anything in this weather, nothing. Time to find refuge, if there was any to be found. Her head was hung low as she watched her breath swirl in front of her in a silver mist. Salvation, as silly as it seemed, was a rip within the ground itself, a large staircase that lead her underground to hopefully warmth and a dry area. But as she skipped down the steps, she was greeted by more cold concrete, and dingily light areas. The subway. She recalled Mao telling her about them, large things that made a lot of noise and carried people from one area to the other. Luckily for her, there were none running at the moment. Shaking her whole body, water casted from it, painting the gum ladened path. Well, she was now able to get dry, and also she could set out in the morning when the sun was up to find her way back home. All in all this journey was not too horrific, but then again she could have been doing better. Sitting with her back against the wall, a large vent nearby groaning with the strain to pump hot air into this large abandoned area. Rain water, disgusting filthy rain caressed over her butter-cream body still, and simply reminded Safa of her position.

Tra

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Welcome to the board, Mange! I'll put Safa into the characters...

[Emi]

Oh, this'll be fun... Not going to be a happy and tearful reunion then.

[Eminems]

Especially now that we do have an Alonzo....

[Munkustrap Etc.]

Yep. Sorry 'bout that...

[Eminems]

Sorry about what? I have something to work with

It's all good.