Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2010 20:04:31 GMT -8
Name: Deuteronomy Hollister
Aliases: Old D. Probably not to his face. Will accept Old Deuteronomy. “Sir” is preferred.
Age: 65
Build: He’s a big cat. He’s rather tall, and muscular. In more recent years, he’s gotten a bit saggy around the middle, and some of his muscles have turned into fat. He’s still an intimidating and strong cat however.
Origin: He came from a working class family down by the docks of Felidae, and worked his way up into a middle class life, though it was never a particularly good middle class life.
Occupation: Retired. He used to work at town hall, and was well known for being a dirty politician, though no one ever felt confident enough to call him out on it. His activities never got him a lot of money, usually he took favors instead, or spent the money he could have made on whores and cards.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black and silver. He keeps it trim, and that’s really the only clean part of his appearance.
Scars: Several of his fingers were broken when he was a child, and they never healed right. He has a long gash down his left from an accident.
Fur/Markings: His fur is striped, brownish silver and black.
Attire: He does not dress well. He has a few suits, but no longer feels the need to wear them after years spent in them. He wears trousers with suspenders, and usually a shirt of a dark brown or grey. He has a particular shaggy brown coat that he’s rather fond of. In fact, he probably loves the coat more than all his sons combined.
Accessories: None.
WOC: His fists. Usually he can do the amount of harm he wants to with just that. If he’s pulling out his claws, hope you have an escape or an actual weapon.
Appearance: He’s a large cat that doesn’t care too much about his appearance. His coat is a bit shaggy, and his clothes aren’t in the best repair either. He has a certain brown coat that he is very attached to, and is often seen wearing it.
Personality: He’s a right old bastard, and there’s not much anyone can do about it. He’s stubborn, and angry, and loud. He used to spend the day and the night getting drunk and was unapproachable by all but his favored few. Since the advent of prohibition, he has had to be more careful about how and where he gets his alcohol.
Special skills: Beating people weaker than him up, making deals in his favor with shady characters, and an ability to consume vast quantities of alcohol.
Weaknesses: Because he’s such an utter bastard, most people don’t stay around him, and those that do usually fear him. This means he doesn’t have any true friends and probably doesn’t understand what the idea of love means. This means he’s also pretty vulnerable as if he gets in trouble, people probably won’t want to protect him. Plus, his eldest son is pretty much after him.
Fears: His son’s surpassing him in life, Macavity in recent years, and running out of drink (Prohibition looked like his worst nightmare for a while until he figured out the places to do).
Likes: His coat, good drinks, cards and queens (The latter two have tempered off a bit in recent years).
Dislikes: People talking back to him, disrespect, his sons, his ex-wife, his house, especially Macavity…
History: Born and raised in Felidae, he grew up down by the docks with a mother who rarely spoke and a father that was as abusive and bitter as Old D would grow up to be. He left as soon as he could, and worked on moving up in the world, obsessed with the idea of living out in the countryside, or at least in an area of town that had trees. He became involved in politics more through accident than anything else, and found he liked it. Most of all he liked the perks and offers that came along with it. After a few years and a few affairs, he met Grizabella, and why they got married depends on which of them you ask.
Three children later she walked out on him, and all his bitterness that had been growing over the past couple years came seeping out more violently than before. He still had to keep up a façade around others though, and those that belonged to his voting bloc, so he took it out behind closed doors, which meant for the most part on his sons. Since then one has left the house for good, and one left only to return later. He retired a few years ago, and was too old to be called up in the draft for the Great War. Since retirement he’s only gotten worse, though he’s begun to lose some of his strength and mind.
Eventually, much to his son's distress, he simply keeled over of a heart attack one afternoon. His funeral was promptly followed by a party thrown by Macavity.
Love Interest: He was married for a while, to Grizabella. How this marriage truly came about is lost to the murky depths of time, but it is certain she walked out on him when their youngest kit was just a year old. Since then, there may have been flings but he never attempted to replace his wife.
Quotes: None.
Theme Song: "Dark Star" by Tarja
Color Code: Deuteronomy Hollister
Aliases: Old D. Probably not to his face. Will accept Old Deuteronomy. “Sir” is preferred.
Age: 65
Build: He’s a big cat. He’s rather tall, and muscular. In more recent years, he’s gotten a bit saggy around the middle, and some of his muscles have turned into fat. He’s still an intimidating and strong cat however.
Origin: He came from a working class family down by the docks of Felidae, and worked his way up into a middle class life, though it was never a particularly good middle class life.
Occupation: Retired. He used to work at town hall, and was well known for being a dirty politician, though no one ever felt confident enough to call him out on it. His activities never got him a lot of money, usually he took favors instead, or spent the money he could have made on whores and cards.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black and silver. He keeps it trim, and that’s really the only clean part of his appearance.
Scars: Several of his fingers were broken when he was a child, and they never healed right. He has a long gash down his left from an accident.
Fur/Markings: His fur is striped, brownish silver and black.
Attire: He does not dress well. He has a few suits, but no longer feels the need to wear them after years spent in them. He wears trousers with suspenders, and usually a shirt of a dark brown or grey. He has a particular shaggy brown coat that he’s rather fond of. In fact, he probably loves the coat more than all his sons combined.
Accessories: None.
WOC: His fists. Usually he can do the amount of harm he wants to with just that. If he’s pulling out his claws, hope you have an escape or an actual weapon.
Appearance: He’s a large cat that doesn’t care too much about his appearance. His coat is a bit shaggy, and his clothes aren’t in the best repair either. He has a certain brown coat that he is very attached to, and is often seen wearing it.
Personality: He’s a right old bastard, and there’s not much anyone can do about it. He’s stubborn, and angry, and loud. He used to spend the day and the night getting drunk and was unapproachable by all but his favored few. Since the advent of prohibition, he has had to be more careful about how and where he gets his alcohol.
Special skills: Beating people weaker than him up, making deals in his favor with shady characters, and an ability to consume vast quantities of alcohol.
Weaknesses: Because he’s such an utter bastard, most people don’t stay around him, and those that do usually fear him. This means he doesn’t have any true friends and probably doesn’t understand what the idea of love means. This means he’s also pretty vulnerable as if he gets in trouble, people probably won’t want to protect him. Plus, his eldest son is pretty much after him.
Fears: His son’s surpassing him in life, Macavity in recent years, and running out of drink (Prohibition looked like his worst nightmare for a while until he figured out the places to do).
Likes: His coat, good drinks, cards and queens (The latter two have tempered off a bit in recent years).
Dislikes: People talking back to him, disrespect, his sons, his ex-wife, his house, especially Macavity…
History: Born and raised in Felidae, he grew up down by the docks with a mother who rarely spoke and a father that was as abusive and bitter as Old D would grow up to be. He left as soon as he could, and worked on moving up in the world, obsessed with the idea of living out in the countryside, or at least in an area of town that had trees. He became involved in politics more through accident than anything else, and found he liked it. Most of all he liked the perks and offers that came along with it. After a few years and a few affairs, he met Grizabella, and why they got married depends on which of them you ask.
Three children later she walked out on him, and all his bitterness that had been growing over the past couple years came seeping out more violently than before. He still had to keep up a façade around others though, and those that belonged to his voting bloc, so he took it out behind closed doors, which meant for the most part on his sons. Since then one has left the house for good, and one left only to return later. He retired a few years ago, and was too old to be called up in the draft for the Great War. Since retirement he’s only gotten worse, though he’s begun to lose some of his strength and mind.
Eventually, much to his son's distress, he simply keeled over of a heart attack one afternoon. His funeral was promptly followed by a party thrown by Macavity.
Love Interest: He was married for a while, to Grizabella. How this marriage truly came about is lost to the murky depths of time, but it is certain she walked out on him when their youngest kit was just a year old. Since then, there may have been flings but he never attempted to replace his wife.
Quotes: None.
Theme Song: "Dark Star" by Tarja
Color Code: Deuteronomy Hollister
