Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 24, 2010 22:22:16 GMT -8
Name: Bustopher Jones
Aliases: The St. James’ Street Cat. Called "His Nibs" by Ricky, but never to his face.
Age: 49
Build: He’s fat. Not even big boned, just fat. He’s not particularly tall either, which only makes it worse.
Origin: He was born to a wealthy family on St. James Street, and grew up the adored darling of a rich family.
Occupation: He owns the Palace, an illegal but high class speakeasy and gambling den, not to mention restaurant.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Black with white streaks by his sideburns. He wears it slicked back in strange curls.
Scars: None. He is very particular about his appearance.
Fur/Markings: He is a black and white tuxedo cat.
Attire: He wears a suit with a giant red flower on the left lapel and white gloves. He also carries around a cane, because he needs to appear even more pompous than he already does apparently. And he has spats.
Accessories: His cane, red flower, and spats.
WOC: He has several different kinds of pistols stored around his different hideouts, and he carries one with him at most times, since it is usually easy to hide with his bulk.
Appearance: He dresses well, and puts a large amount of importance on how fine a figure he cuts. This is of course ruined by the fact that he’s possibly the fattest cat in all of Felidae.
Personality: He’s a jerk. “Smug snake” is one way of putting it (Check out TVtropes for a definition… though be prepared for the site to steal your soul). He’s disdainful and arrogant. He also likes to think that he’s more than he is, and that he’s the biggest thing in town. He’s cold, and doesn’t care much about anyone. All he really wants from people is for them to conform to his standards, and when they refuse to do so, he gets angry. He usually isn’t a physical person himself, but that’s not to stop him from sending his goons after you. If you do conform perfectly to his standards though, he is more likely to lavish you with affection until you mess up in his eyes. Then it’s to the curb with you.
Special skills: He has good plotting skills, accounting. And he can cut a dashing figure.
Weaknesses: His obsession with food. Not only does it make him far less fit than he otherwise would be, but it also is an obvious indicator of his moods.
Fears: Corciopat, those stronger than him, water, and pain.
Likes: Elegance, good food, good tastes, money, and good cigars. Most of all good food.
Dislikes: His nephew, those who compete for his business, dirtiness, sloppiness, and those he considers ungrateful to him.
History: This is a cat whom has had everything handed to him on a silver spoon. Not only that, but it was always of the finest quality too. He grew up on St. James Street to parents who were rich and popular. He had a younger sister with whom he never truly connected with, and he was more insulted than hurt when she ran away with an alley cat from down by the docks. By the time she ran away, he had created a small underground empire, mostly dealing with gambling (it would grow larger in later years, and got a huge boast out of Prohibition). The one great love affair of his life was at this point, but it ended in pain for both of them.
He did not hear from his sister for many years, until one day she contacted him out of blue. It was then he learned that she had a child with the alley cat. Shortly therefore they both died in an accident, and he took the small child into his home, hoping to raise him away from any negative influences. However, as the kitten got older, they drew farther away, Jones considering him ungrateful and just like his father, and Mistoffeeles resenting his uncle. Since Prohibition five years ago, Jones’ establishment has been booming, though he is starting to worry about the encroachment of the Demoniaque.
Which was a worthwhile worry as it turns out. After he kicked his nephew out of his mansion, he found the younger cat working with the Demoniaque, and finally started to piece together the identity of the Hidden Paw--though luckily he told nocat else of his suspicions. He started to pursue his nephew, hoping to get the other tom to spy for him, but pushed too far. Rather than getting the information or blackmail material he needed, he was confronted with an over protective Coricopat Zimmerman, who shot him.
Having left no will, most of his empire will pass to his only living relative, which is a irony he would not have appreciated.
Love Interest: He has had a couple beaus in the past, but usually shortly enough they leave him, or he leaves them.
Quotes: “I thought I told you…”
Theme Song: He seems to like "Cipela" which was Serbia's submission to Eurovision in 2009. Not entirely sure why (The lyrics only kinda fit) but there's something about the voice that seems to fit him...
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Color Code: Bustopher Jones maroon
Aliases: The St. James’ Street Cat. Called "His Nibs" by Ricky, but never to his face.
Age: 49
Build: He’s fat. Not even big boned, just fat. He’s not particularly tall either, which only makes it worse.
Origin: He was born to a wealthy family on St. James Street, and grew up the adored darling of a rich family.
Occupation: He owns the Palace, an illegal but high class speakeasy and gambling den, not to mention restaurant.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Black with white streaks by his sideburns. He wears it slicked back in strange curls.
Scars: None. He is very particular about his appearance.
Fur/Markings: He is a black and white tuxedo cat.
Attire: He wears a suit with a giant red flower on the left lapel and white gloves. He also carries around a cane, because he needs to appear even more pompous than he already does apparently. And he has spats.
Accessories: His cane, red flower, and spats.
WOC: He has several different kinds of pistols stored around his different hideouts, and he carries one with him at most times, since it is usually easy to hide with his bulk.
Appearance: He dresses well, and puts a large amount of importance on how fine a figure he cuts. This is of course ruined by the fact that he’s possibly the fattest cat in all of Felidae.
Personality: He’s a jerk. “Smug snake” is one way of putting it (Check out TVtropes for a definition… though be prepared for the site to steal your soul). He’s disdainful and arrogant. He also likes to think that he’s more than he is, and that he’s the biggest thing in town. He’s cold, and doesn’t care much about anyone. All he really wants from people is for them to conform to his standards, and when they refuse to do so, he gets angry. He usually isn’t a physical person himself, but that’s not to stop him from sending his goons after you. If you do conform perfectly to his standards though, he is more likely to lavish you with affection until you mess up in his eyes. Then it’s to the curb with you.
Special skills: He has good plotting skills, accounting. And he can cut a dashing figure.
Weaknesses: His obsession with food. Not only does it make him far less fit than he otherwise would be, but it also is an obvious indicator of his moods.
Fears: Corciopat, those stronger than him, water, and pain.
Likes: Elegance, good food, good tastes, money, and good cigars. Most of all good food.
Dislikes: His nephew, those who compete for his business, dirtiness, sloppiness, and those he considers ungrateful to him.
History: This is a cat whom has had everything handed to him on a silver spoon. Not only that, but it was always of the finest quality too. He grew up on St. James Street to parents who were rich and popular. He had a younger sister with whom he never truly connected with, and he was more insulted than hurt when she ran away with an alley cat from down by the docks. By the time she ran away, he had created a small underground empire, mostly dealing with gambling (it would grow larger in later years, and got a huge boast out of Prohibition). The one great love affair of his life was at this point, but it ended in pain for both of them.
He did not hear from his sister for many years, until one day she contacted him out of blue. It was then he learned that she had a child with the alley cat. Shortly therefore they both died in an accident, and he took the small child into his home, hoping to raise him away from any negative influences. However, as the kitten got older, they drew farther away, Jones considering him ungrateful and just like his father, and Mistoffeeles resenting his uncle. Since Prohibition five years ago, Jones’ establishment has been booming, though he is starting to worry about the encroachment of the Demoniaque.
Which was a worthwhile worry as it turns out. After he kicked his nephew out of his mansion, he found the younger cat working with the Demoniaque, and finally started to piece together the identity of the Hidden Paw--though luckily he told nocat else of his suspicions. He started to pursue his nephew, hoping to get the other tom to spy for him, but pushed too far. Rather than getting the information or blackmail material he needed, he was confronted with an over protective Coricopat Zimmerman, who shot him.
Having left no will, most of his empire will pass to his only living relative, which is a irony he would not have appreciated.
Love Interest: He has had a couple beaus in the past, but usually shortly enough they leave him, or he leaves them.
Quotes: “I thought I told you…”
Theme Song: He seems to like "Cipela" which was Serbia's submission to Eurovision in 2009. Not entirely sure why (The lyrics only kinda fit) but there's something about the voice that seems to fit him...
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Color Code: Bustopher Jones maroon
Glad he works.