NPC Thread

[victoriousscarf]

Alright, so there's some NPCs running around, and this is the place to say if you want an NPC. If you claim an NPC, be aware it means no one else can put in an app for the character, and you'll be the one to control them when they're needed. NPCs are side characters that don't quite make sense to expand into a full character, but be sensible in claiming them, as we don't want you using NPCs rather than creating characters.

[victoriousscarf]

victoriousscarf's NPCs

Richard Gene

Owner of Richard's General Goods store off Main Street. A bit clumsy and a bit soft hearted, he's from a small town and wanted to recreate the idea of a store that carried everything a cat would need in a big city, while being slightly more upper class than what you'd find in a rural community. He may be a bit of a push over as well, especially when it comes to those close to him. Married with a kit, he's sort of unofficially adopted Electra as well, since she lacks a father figure.

[sybbil]

Sybbil's NPCs

Inez Moreno

Bautista Moreno's wife, a typical homemaker. She loves and supports her Police Officer husband with all her heart, despite the long hours and possibility of him not coming home. She keeps a clean house and makes sure her three children help with the housework.

Emmanuel and Carmen Moreno

Bautista Moreno's two youngest children. Emmanuel is ten, while Carmen is seven. They adore their father and often try to wait up for him to come home at night.

Name: Oxford Howe

Aliases: Most know him as Ox, while Fathead and Fatso are only used by Freddie and only when off the job during arguments

Age: 43

Build: Tall as in 6’5” tall, built like a sumo wrestler – if anycat actually knew what a sumo wrestler looked like…

Origin: Chicago, in the suburbs with his well-off parents, slightly younger brother - Frederick, and definitely younger sister - Mariele. He lived there until he could move out on his own, though Fred soon followed him.

Occupation: chef, hired by Macavity to fill the recently vacated position of head chef in the kitchen of the Demonaique. He intends to bring in two other assistants with him, specifically his slightly younger brother and his niece. He trained in kitchens from New York to Paris, with quite a few seedy dives in between.

Eyes: Small, piggy, dark brown that fades light brown around the iris. Not chocolate like his niece, nor warm mahogany like his brother- just simple, mud brown.

Hair: Short and scruffy, white. He doesn’t go for the slicked back look. Too much time and it takes forever to wash the oil out of his fur.

Scars: A burn on his elbow from when he was working too close to an open flame. He also has a couple of faded scars on his hands. He calls them “learning scars.”

Fur/Markings: Pure white, except for a chocolate brown patch on and around his right ear.

Attire: On the job, he wears the typical cook’s outfit minus the hat. Not very fond of hats, he wears simple button-ups shirts and slacks with suspenders when he’s not working. There is a favorite pine green jacket that he’s worn for years. He keeps himself generally clean, though with his job what it is that tends to be rather hard during a workday.

Accessories: He does not carry much around with him. There is a particular, ugly old scarf that he carries in winter that a particular, younger relative of his knitted for him ages ago. He keeps thinking he should just throw the ratty old thing away, but it’s warm and it serves its purpose well enough for the job. On his breaks and days off, he is often seen carrying a local newspaper with him and finding a quiet spot in a park to read it. If one was looking, he wears a small medallion around his neck with the patron saint of the kitchen on it. Yes, he was raised Roman Catholic, and? It’s not a focal point of his life.

WOC: His own blubber, and his entire kitchen knife set

Appearance: His face, at first glance, seems to be set into a permanent scowl. Completely untrue as most cats would find his expressions to be wide and varied – if they managed to stay in the same room with the guy for more than half an hour. As said earlier, he likes to keep himself clean.

Personality: Oxford is the epitome of the word grouch. He’s snide, cynical, and gruff – he’ll frown as much as look at you. His natural facial expression is a scowl, though his friends know better than to believe his exterior appearance. Somewhat of a blowhard and a bit of a chicken, he is also surprisingly easy to infuriate if you know what buttons to push – and his brother knows each and every single one. But the beast can be tamed, and usually only by offering baked goods or getting his niece to glare at him. It is quite obvious that he dotes on the girl but he tries to be a good father figure for the pretty little thing. Woe betide the tom who breaks her heart.

Special skills: An acute sense of smell and taste, extremely helpful in his line of work.

Weaknesses: His niece, Maggie. She has him wrapped around her little finger. Catnip jelly.

Fears: Being left utterly alone in this world. His world revolves around his niece, his brother, and his kitchen. Take them away, he wouldn’t last a week.

Likes: sweets, his niece happy and healthy, fighting with Freddie (though he’ll deny it), a well-cooked meal, satisfied customers, startling people when he proves their ideas about him wrong,

Dislikes: People who don’t speak up for themselves. People who refuse to meet his eyes. Tea – tastes like boiled grass to him. The bastard who abandoned his sister

History: Born to well-off German Immigrants in Evanston, Illinois, just outside of Chicago. The oldest of three siblings, Oxford Howe spent his childhood quarrelling constantly with his younger brother, Frederick, being overprotective of his younger sister, Mariele, and bothering his mother in her kitchen. When he at last finished high school, his mother apprenticed him to a cook in Chicago and Freddie joined him the next year. Several years later, both of them decided to try for other prospects outside of Chicago together so they left for New York. There were a couple of hard years, but they worked their way to the top and earned a good enough amount of money to pay for two tickets to London. Plunging into the culinary world of Europe, they would send infrequent letters home, not really expecting replies since they changed addresses and countries several times in the course of several years. Then just after Ox’s thirtieth birthday, the Howe Brothers decided it was time to return to the States. Finding work in Providence, Rhode Island, they settled in for the long haul, working in several different high class restaurants.

They began receiving troubling letters from home. Their younger sister, Mariele, had married a southern gentleman some years before and was barely keeping in contact. At first, Mother and Father had thought she was deliriously happy and simply did not have much time to write. Mariele wrote of the kindness of her husband and the birth of her first kitten, a lovely little female that the couple named Magdalene, seemed to prove her marital bliss. Then the number of letters shrank to a trickle, and the last spoke of a strange silence in the house. Their parents did not receive any more letters from their daughter.

Meanwhile, three years after the brothers moved to Rhode Island, a telegram arrived. It was from a convent in Georgia, wired by the mother superior. It informed them that their sister was ill and had asked for them to come visit her for she had a question that could not be answered through the post.

Almost immediately, Ox made his excuses to his bosses, bought a train ticket, and left for the convent. Freddie desperately wanted to go but they still needed money to support themselves. When Ox arrived in the small town in which the convent was, he found a disaster far worse his deepest fears. Mariele was dying and her husband was nowhere to be found. The bastard had abandoned mother and child nearly four years previously and Mariele had been so distraught that she had taken refuge in the convent. Ox sat with his sister for nearly a week before she breathed her last and in that week, she extracted one last promise from her doting brother. She begged him to take her daughter, Magdalene, with him when he returned to Rhode Island. Having never met the girl before then, during that week Oxford had been a bit rough with the spindly little nine year-old. Ox’s niece had been enrolled in the Catholic school connected with the convent, and was extremely shy for a girl her age. Ox didn’t think the poor thing had spoken more than a few words to him that entire week. When Mariele at last went to her eternal peace, Ox and Maggie comforted each other in a first bonding moment of sorts. The funeral was small and brief, and after Oxford had set what affairs he could in order the two cats took the next train out. Oddly enough, Oxford got Maggie talking on the train by complete accident. He’d been calling the child by her first name since he’d met her, and apparently she at last got furious enough to snap at him and say that she despised her first name. In a fit of bemusement, Oxford asked her what she wanted to be called. “Maggie,” she replied panting as her temper calmed, “Plain and simple Maggie.”

The next few months were somewhat awkward but the affection that grew between uncles and niece was undeniable. Freddie fell in love with the kitten at first glance and doted on her, while Ox loved her in his own gruff way. The girl was highly intelligent and bookish, though they managed to spark some hoyden ways in the once nearly mute Maggie. Oxford even gave up his bedroom in the somewhat spacious apartment that the brothers leased so Maggie would have her own room. They began to work a rhythm into their days. Maggie would go to the local school house every morning and after the school day ended she would go to the restaurant where Ox and Fred worked and help wash dishes.

But soon the rumor mill caught wind of the two bachelor brothers living alone with a young girl-child who they’d mysteriously acquired after the older brother had disappeared for nearly two weeks several months before. Ox and Fred belatedly realized that they would not be able to keep the charade up for long. They packed their belongings and moved with Maggie back to Evanston, where they moved back in with their now elderly parents. The brothers decided that they would stay in Chicago while Maggie was still in school, wanting to keep a close watch on the girl who grew more like her mother with each passing day. Years passed, and to the great pride of Oxford and Frederick, Maggie graduated from high school at seventeen. There was an intense discussion with Grandma and Grandpa Howe and it was decided that it was time for Maggie to see more of the world.

Barely a month after her graduation, the Howe Brothers and their niece crossed the pond and found work in a little café in Paris. They spent a year there, and decided there would be something amiss if they did not work in New York. Several months were spent there until a dispute with an over-zealous customer resulted in Oxford being fired. Fred and Maggie quit in support of their family member. After a time, they found that word had spread and they had been blacklisted for some reason by most of the acceptable establishments in their area. Oxford heard of some opportunities in Felidae and so decided to canvas the city first before it was decided that the little trio would actually move there. He managed to find the biggest place in town and discovered they had a restaurant, though the name Demoniaque has a certain ring to it…

Love Interest: None at the moment, though there have been some. Freddie likes to joke that he left behind a couple of broken hearts in Paris, and then Ox tends to try to break Freddie’s nose.

Quotes: None at the moment.

Theme Song: None at the moment

[Meadowlark]

Meadowlark's NPCs


Charles Anderson
Charles is a large Turkish Van with an MBA. He works as an accountant and attended High School with Macavity. He’s the oldest of two half-brothers, his younger sibling being Philip Hunt the reporter for the Felidae Tribune. He's extremely loyal and hates to admit that he's proud of his brother, even though he very obviously is.