Post by victoriousscarf on Sept 28, 2011 22:22:26 GMT -8
Name: Alonzo O'Neal
Aliases: 'Lonzo, Lonz
Age: 25
Build: He's decently tall at 5'11' and skinny, looking over all a little elongated.
Origin: Alonzo was born to Irish parents in the “next Parish over” of Boston. He grew up imbued in the Irish part of town, and despite never having been to Ireland himself, he can't shake his Irish accent.
Occupation: He works down by the docks. Sometimes as manual labor, but often enough he works as a clerk for those that need it, and he makes spare money by writing letters for those that still can't, or don't think their penmanship is good enough.
Eyes: A sort of pale yellow
Hair: His hair is a scattered mix of black and white like the rest of his fur, which he feels makes him look untidy. As such, his hair is always as carefully combed down as he can get it to be, smoothed back.
Scars: There are scattered scars around his knuckles from work and a small one on his chin from hitting it against a windowsill.
Fur/Markings: His fur is a patched mixture of black and white, mostly white with long black stripes down his side, mixed into his tail and along one arm. He had some black covering one eye as well, and he wishes it was symmetrical enough to at least look like he was wearing a mask, rather than just looking like he permanently got punched in the eye.
Attire: Due to the stark colors of his fur, he tends to dress in browns and dark greens. Often times he'll wear a shirt with suspenders or with a vest, a patchwork ivy hat perched on top of his head. More often then not his shirtsleeves will be rolled up to his elbow.
Accessories: A gold cross under his shirt and a deck of cards. He knows all the bends and marks on every one of the cards.
WOC: He carries a revolver, and has some knowledge of how to box and wrestle.
Appearance: Between his lankiness and splotchy markings, one would almost assume this isn't a put together tom. However, he does his hardest to look impeccable, and even though his clothes are working class they're clean and carefully mended.
Personality: If there's going to be a crowd, Alonzo will probably be in the background of it. It's not that he doesn't enjoy being around other people so much as he tends to prefer watching others to actually doing. Besides, if he's off to the side it gives him a better view of what's actually happening. He tends to pay attention to details other cats miss, and thus is a good place to go for advice or questions on what the hell is going on at a given time.
His heart is a bit bigger than it should be, and he wants to be an older brother to everyone—not the protective older brother so much as the one that spoils everyone. However, having such a large heart tends to mean he's often put upon in that he's trying too hard in too many places. He has a dry sense of humor, even though most of the time he's acting more like an over eager puppy. There are limits to how far he'll go, and how far he can be twisted since he tends to have a good lie detector, but if you're sincere you'll probably be able to walk all over him.
Despite some hard times, he remains a cheerful tom, rather taking a drink and moving on through life. He would prefer not to dwell on the past, or painful issues, though sometimes they are impossible to escape. That doesn't mean he won't try his hardest through to greet the world with something like a possible smile.
Special skills: He can sew, mend, and even spin yarn. Having helped his mother raise a brood of boys, he has all the skills to run a household properly, including the ability to cook for himself. He can also play the fiddle.
Weaknesses: His sight isn't the best, though he can't afford glasses, so from a distance he won't recognize people. Furthermore, he's not too good with sums, so while he knows enough to do basic money calculations, anything more than that goes right over his head.
Fears: Fire has always terrified him, especially since he tends to live in crowded apartment buildings. He's also got a instinctive fear of law enforcement.
Likes: A good whiskey, certain books, mending, and proper fiddle music.
Dislikes: Law enforcement, bullies, absent father figures, liars, and sheep.
History: Born in Boston, he grew up there in a two bedroom apartment with his mother and a swarm of younger brothers. There were no sisters in his family, and being the eldest he was one of the few with memories of his father when the tom took off for better opportunities and just forgot to write home ever again, or send any extra money.
Ever since he was young he took side jobs to help his mother, as well as helping her with his brothers and keeping the house up. He was always involved in his community, playing the fiddle at dances and Church services, though he kept mostly to himself when it came to more personal matters. When he was thirteen he started working down at the docks of Boston, doing much what he does now, either manual work or clerk duties.
It was never an ideal upbringing, but he grew up not wanting for the important things in life. However, his mother died a few years ago, and since his brothers were all grown up at that point, they scattered to the winds. The entire town feeling different, he figured he might as well pack up and move somewhere else, see if he could make his fortunes elsewhere. He hasn't found any fortunes, but he's been rebuilding a life in Felidae. Sure, the town has a bad reputation, but it can't be as bad as everycats says, can it?
Love Interest: He gets tongue tied around queens. He may have been raised by his mother, but since she was catholic and domineering, that hardly helped. Rather, when he goes to dances he tends to be one of the guys on stage, playing the fiddle and watching other couples dance rather than actually joining in.
Quotes: “Small men are good. Medium men might even be nice. I think I like medium men. A nice, happy balance.”
Theme Song: “The Voice” by Eimear Quinn
Color Code: Alonzo O'Neal Silver
Aliases: 'Lonzo, Lonz
Age: 25
Build: He's decently tall at 5'11' and skinny, looking over all a little elongated.
Origin: Alonzo was born to Irish parents in the “next Parish over” of Boston. He grew up imbued in the Irish part of town, and despite never having been to Ireland himself, he can't shake his Irish accent.
Occupation: He works down by the docks. Sometimes as manual labor, but often enough he works as a clerk for those that need it, and he makes spare money by writing letters for those that still can't, or don't think their penmanship is good enough.
Eyes: A sort of pale yellow
Hair: His hair is a scattered mix of black and white like the rest of his fur, which he feels makes him look untidy. As such, his hair is always as carefully combed down as he can get it to be, smoothed back.
Scars: There are scattered scars around his knuckles from work and a small one on his chin from hitting it against a windowsill.
Fur/Markings: His fur is a patched mixture of black and white, mostly white with long black stripes down his side, mixed into his tail and along one arm. He had some black covering one eye as well, and he wishes it was symmetrical enough to at least look like he was wearing a mask, rather than just looking like he permanently got punched in the eye.
Attire: Due to the stark colors of his fur, he tends to dress in browns and dark greens. Often times he'll wear a shirt with suspenders or with a vest, a patchwork ivy hat perched on top of his head. More often then not his shirtsleeves will be rolled up to his elbow.
Accessories: A gold cross under his shirt and a deck of cards. He knows all the bends and marks on every one of the cards.
WOC: He carries a revolver, and has some knowledge of how to box and wrestle.
Appearance: Between his lankiness and splotchy markings, one would almost assume this isn't a put together tom. However, he does his hardest to look impeccable, and even though his clothes are working class they're clean and carefully mended.
Personality: If there's going to be a crowd, Alonzo will probably be in the background of it. It's not that he doesn't enjoy being around other people so much as he tends to prefer watching others to actually doing. Besides, if he's off to the side it gives him a better view of what's actually happening. He tends to pay attention to details other cats miss, and thus is a good place to go for advice or questions on what the hell is going on at a given time.
His heart is a bit bigger than it should be, and he wants to be an older brother to everyone—not the protective older brother so much as the one that spoils everyone. However, having such a large heart tends to mean he's often put upon in that he's trying too hard in too many places. He has a dry sense of humor, even though most of the time he's acting more like an over eager puppy. There are limits to how far he'll go, and how far he can be twisted since he tends to have a good lie detector, but if you're sincere you'll probably be able to walk all over him.
Despite some hard times, he remains a cheerful tom, rather taking a drink and moving on through life. He would prefer not to dwell on the past, or painful issues, though sometimes they are impossible to escape. That doesn't mean he won't try his hardest through to greet the world with something like a possible smile.
Special skills: He can sew, mend, and even spin yarn. Having helped his mother raise a brood of boys, he has all the skills to run a household properly, including the ability to cook for himself. He can also play the fiddle.
Weaknesses: His sight isn't the best, though he can't afford glasses, so from a distance he won't recognize people. Furthermore, he's not too good with sums, so while he knows enough to do basic money calculations, anything more than that goes right over his head.
Fears: Fire has always terrified him, especially since he tends to live in crowded apartment buildings. He's also got a instinctive fear of law enforcement.
Likes: A good whiskey, certain books, mending, and proper fiddle music.
Dislikes: Law enforcement, bullies, absent father figures, liars, and sheep.
History: Born in Boston, he grew up there in a two bedroom apartment with his mother and a swarm of younger brothers. There were no sisters in his family, and being the eldest he was one of the few with memories of his father when the tom took off for better opportunities and just forgot to write home ever again, or send any extra money.
Ever since he was young he took side jobs to help his mother, as well as helping her with his brothers and keeping the house up. He was always involved in his community, playing the fiddle at dances and Church services, though he kept mostly to himself when it came to more personal matters. When he was thirteen he started working down at the docks of Boston, doing much what he does now, either manual work or clerk duties.
It was never an ideal upbringing, but he grew up not wanting for the important things in life. However, his mother died a few years ago, and since his brothers were all grown up at that point, they scattered to the winds. The entire town feeling different, he figured he might as well pack up and move somewhere else, see if he could make his fortunes elsewhere. He hasn't found any fortunes, but he's been rebuilding a life in Felidae. Sure, the town has a bad reputation, but it can't be as bad as everycats says, can it?
Love Interest: He gets tongue tied around queens. He may have been raised by his mother, but since she was catholic and domineering, that hardly helped. Rather, when he goes to dances he tends to be one of the guys on stage, playing the fiddle and watching other couples dance rather than actually joining in.
Quotes: “Small men are good. Medium men might even be nice. I think I like medium men. A nice, happy balance.”
Theme Song: “The Voice” by Eimear Quinn
Color Code: Alonzo O'Neal Silver
