Post by Meadowlark on Sept 28, 2010 19:52:15 GMT -8
Name: Mungojerrie Wheeler
Aliases: Jerrie, Jer, Mungo, “Hey, you!” Will usually get his attention as well.
Age: 27
Build: Mungojerrie is about 6’1” with broad shoulders and a lithe build that is mostly muscle due to the sort of work he tends to get during the day.
Origin: Born and raised in a small town outside of Atlanta, Georgia, he left as soon as he dared and made his way up the coast before finally landing in Felidae.
Occupation: Jerrie works odd-jobs, usually down by the docks, or for a couple local cats who know just enough of his previous dealings to make him work for peanuts, and so the pay isn’t always consistent, but he’s able to make do. His steady job is that of a thief in Macavity's employ and he's quite good at it.
Eyes: Kind of a muddy green, tending toward a green-hazel.
Hair: His carrot red/orange hair is striped with black and a little bit of white which makes it fractionally less startling. He wears it cropped relatively short, rather than long enough to slick back. It’s a little shaggier than the rest of his fur, but he’s almost always wearing a fedora to cover it.
Scars: Four parallel scars across his chest from when he was a kit—they look like deep clawmarks that were never treated properly—but, thanks to his tabby coat, they aren’t as noticeable as they would be on some cats. Beyond that he's got a smattering on his paws from when he was first learning how best to use his switchblade.
Fur/Markings: Mungojerrie has a pattern of fur known as “torbie”—that is a tortoiseshell tabby. His tabby stripes are predominantly orange and black, but there are a few white stripes mixed in.
Attire: He wears brown slacks and white shirts (the sleeves rolled up) with the jacket that matches (approximately) the slacks replaced with a long, heavy-made coat. During the evenings, when he’s not working for Macavity—for which he wears pretty much what he’s worn all day sans coat and with a dark shirt instead—he wears nice slacks, a clean shirt and a jacket, typically worn open. His tie is usually green or blue and he invariably has a fedora on, when he’s not risking losing it. If he really has to get done up he has a nice black suit, but it doesn’t fit quite right as it was made for a tom with narrower shoulders.
Accessories: Jerrie always has a partially carved piece of wood in his pocket, and his switchblade for carving said wood in the other—he tends to pull these out when he’s nervous or thinking and isn’t in the middle of a job.
WOC: The switchblade he carries for carving doubles as his preferred weapon—and he’s good with it. He knows he should probably get himself a gun, but he really can’t stand the things.
Appearance: Mungojerrie is a broad-shouldered tom whose green eyes usually hold a bit of mischief in them. If it’s not mischief it’s sarcasm or temper—his two defense mechanisms. His clothing tends to be rumpled and reflects his normally laid back temperament, which many take for granted with his accent. He’s just large enough that most cats would think twice about taking him on—on their own that is.
Personality: Jerrie’s a pretty laid back tom—most of the time. He doesn’t typically pick fights, but if someone sets out to pick one with him it’s not all that difficult. He has a hair trigger on certain topics, and other topics that are entirely off-limits. He also has a sense of honor that means he’ll take on someone for certain insults, even if he agrees with them. He has a jealous streak a mile wide, and insults to his family are things that are bound to see you laid out flat on your back. There’s no love lost there, but that won’t stop him from taking offense for them.
Jerrie hates his temper. He’s a moderately large cat and he hates the look that some cats get when he loses his temper, in addition to the fact that he can’t stand that attribute in anyone. He’s leery of people with short fuses and tends to keep himself at least an arm’s length from most cats—unless he’s dancing of course.
He has a hard time finding his footing around queens unless he’s on the dance floor. They make him nervous due to experiences with a highly influential queen during his formative years. He has a difficulty with trust. Cat’s either abandon you or end up being nothing they should have been.
Special skills: He carves beautifully, he’s always got two or three carvings at different stages of completion. He considers them to be dust collectors, but he likes to keep his paws busy.
Weaknesses: He tends to favor his right leg a little due to an incident when he was a kit.
Fears: Women in positions of power or authority—though even he doesn't realize that. He’s very much afraid of turning into his father, and he isn’t fond of snakes either. He's completely terrified of madness as well.
Likes: The occasional drink, a little money in his pocket, a well finished carving, dancing—doesn’t get to do it much, but he enjoys it when he does.
Dislikes: Winter—Felidae is too damn cold for his tastes, getting behind on the bills, shoddy workmanship—if you say you’re going to do something, do it and do it well. The saying "You're driving me mad/nuts/crazy."
History: Jerrie’s early life was less than stellar. His father left when he was nine due partially to his mother’s love of drink and partially due to the fact that he considered his wife to be crazy. He was right, and Jerrie never forgave him for abandoning him. Caroline Wheeler had horrible mood swings, especially when drunk and it was all Jerrie could do to keep out of her way when she got like that. It was during one such time that he received the scars that now grace his chest—he was no more than eleven. Not knowing how to treat them properly he barely managed to avoid them growing infected. He kept them clean enough that they healed will, but left visible scars that he absolutely hates.
When Jerrie was 16 he left the house. If his mother wanted to ruin her own life that was fine by him, but he wouldn’t let her pull him down too. He made his way up to the Charleston and went to live with his Uncle S. and his daughter while he found somewhere else. Spring of 1918 found S. receiving threats from a local gang and ending up arrested for some dealings with them. Jerrie left S.'s house and took his cousin, Rumpleteazer, with him. Continuing North they reached Felidae in the summer of 1918.
Arriving in Felidae at that late date, they had barely gotten settled before the Influenza Pandemic hit. He contracted the disease and ended up in the hospital, meeting Mistoffelees Quaxo there. He pulled through, but tends to be wary of anything that resembles that disease again. After the Pandemic, he and Misto kept in contact and Jerrie counts the smaller cat as his closest friend.
During the winter of 1921-22 Jerrife found himself caught lifting a string of pearls from a house uptown. He got luck in that the cat who caught him was one Macavity Hollister. The torbie turned down Macavity's offer of work at the time, but has recently found that the position was still open and now, five years later, is working for the red cat.
Love Interest: None at the moment. (See aforementioned trust issues for why)
Quotes: None at the moment
Theme Song: None at the moment
Character Color Code: Mungojerrie Wheeler
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Aliases: Jerrie, Jer, Mungo, “Hey, you!” Will usually get his attention as well.
Age: 27
Build: Mungojerrie is about 6’1” with broad shoulders and a lithe build that is mostly muscle due to the sort of work he tends to get during the day.
Origin: Born and raised in a small town outside of Atlanta, Georgia, he left as soon as he dared and made his way up the coast before finally landing in Felidae.
Occupation: Jerrie works odd-jobs, usually down by the docks, or for a couple local cats who know just enough of his previous dealings to make him work for peanuts, and so the pay isn’t always consistent, but he’s able to make do. His steady job is that of a thief in Macavity's employ and he's quite good at it.
Eyes: Kind of a muddy green, tending toward a green-hazel.
Hair: His carrot red/orange hair is striped with black and a little bit of white which makes it fractionally less startling. He wears it cropped relatively short, rather than long enough to slick back. It’s a little shaggier than the rest of his fur, but he’s almost always wearing a fedora to cover it.
Scars: Four parallel scars across his chest from when he was a kit—they look like deep clawmarks that were never treated properly—but, thanks to his tabby coat, they aren’t as noticeable as they would be on some cats. Beyond that he's got a smattering on his paws from when he was first learning how best to use his switchblade.
Fur/Markings: Mungojerrie has a pattern of fur known as “torbie”—that is a tortoiseshell tabby. His tabby stripes are predominantly orange and black, but there are a few white stripes mixed in.
Attire: He wears brown slacks and white shirts (the sleeves rolled up) with the jacket that matches (approximately) the slacks replaced with a long, heavy-made coat. During the evenings, when he’s not working for Macavity—for which he wears pretty much what he’s worn all day sans coat and with a dark shirt instead—he wears nice slacks, a clean shirt and a jacket, typically worn open. His tie is usually green or blue and he invariably has a fedora on, when he’s not risking losing it. If he really has to get done up he has a nice black suit, but it doesn’t fit quite right as it was made for a tom with narrower shoulders.
Accessories: Jerrie always has a partially carved piece of wood in his pocket, and his switchblade for carving said wood in the other—he tends to pull these out when he’s nervous or thinking and isn’t in the middle of a job.
WOC: The switchblade he carries for carving doubles as his preferred weapon—and he’s good with it. He knows he should probably get himself a gun, but he really can’t stand the things.
Appearance: Mungojerrie is a broad-shouldered tom whose green eyes usually hold a bit of mischief in them. If it’s not mischief it’s sarcasm or temper—his two defense mechanisms. His clothing tends to be rumpled and reflects his normally laid back temperament, which many take for granted with his accent. He’s just large enough that most cats would think twice about taking him on—on their own that is.
Personality: Jerrie’s a pretty laid back tom—most of the time. He doesn’t typically pick fights, but if someone sets out to pick one with him it’s not all that difficult. He has a hair trigger on certain topics, and other topics that are entirely off-limits. He also has a sense of honor that means he’ll take on someone for certain insults, even if he agrees with them. He has a jealous streak a mile wide, and insults to his family are things that are bound to see you laid out flat on your back. There’s no love lost there, but that won’t stop him from taking offense for them.
Jerrie hates his temper. He’s a moderately large cat and he hates the look that some cats get when he loses his temper, in addition to the fact that he can’t stand that attribute in anyone. He’s leery of people with short fuses and tends to keep himself at least an arm’s length from most cats—unless he’s dancing of course.
He has a hard time finding his footing around queens unless he’s on the dance floor. They make him nervous due to experiences with a highly influential queen during his formative years. He has a difficulty with trust. Cat’s either abandon you or end up being nothing they should have been.
Special skills: He carves beautifully, he’s always got two or three carvings at different stages of completion. He considers them to be dust collectors, but he likes to keep his paws busy.
Weaknesses: He tends to favor his right leg a little due to an incident when he was a kit.
Fears: Women in positions of power or authority—though even he doesn't realize that. He’s very much afraid of turning into his father, and he isn’t fond of snakes either. He's completely terrified of madness as well.
Likes: The occasional drink, a little money in his pocket, a well finished carving, dancing—doesn’t get to do it much, but he enjoys it when he does.
Dislikes: Winter—Felidae is too damn cold for his tastes, getting behind on the bills, shoddy workmanship—if you say you’re going to do something, do it and do it well. The saying "You're driving me mad/nuts/crazy."
History: Jerrie’s early life was less than stellar. His father left when he was nine due partially to his mother’s love of drink and partially due to the fact that he considered his wife to be crazy. He was right, and Jerrie never forgave him for abandoning him. Caroline Wheeler had horrible mood swings, especially when drunk and it was all Jerrie could do to keep out of her way when she got like that. It was during one such time that he received the scars that now grace his chest—he was no more than eleven. Not knowing how to treat them properly he barely managed to avoid them growing infected. He kept them clean enough that they healed will, but left visible scars that he absolutely hates.
When Jerrie was 16 he left the house. If his mother wanted to ruin her own life that was fine by him, but he wouldn’t let her pull him down too. He made his way up to the Charleston and went to live with his Uncle S. and his daughter while he found somewhere else. Spring of 1918 found S. receiving threats from a local gang and ending up arrested for some dealings with them. Jerrie left S.'s house and took his cousin, Rumpleteazer, with him. Continuing North they reached Felidae in the summer of 1918.
Arriving in Felidae at that late date, they had barely gotten settled before the Influenza Pandemic hit. He contracted the disease and ended up in the hospital, meeting Mistoffelees Quaxo there. He pulled through, but tends to be wary of anything that resembles that disease again. After the Pandemic, he and Misto kept in contact and Jerrie counts the smaller cat as his closest friend.
During the winter of 1921-22 Jerrife found himself caught lifting a string of pearls from a house uptown. He got luck in that the cat who caught him was one Macavity Hollister. The torbie turned down Macavity's offer of work at the time, but has recently found that the position was still open and now, five years later, is working for the red cat.
Love Interest: None at the moment. (See aforementioned trust issues for why)
Quotes: None at the moment
Theme Song: None at the moment
Character Color Code: Mungojerrie Wheeler
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