Post by qualapec on Jun 1, 2011 9:51:39 GMT -8
Name: Rum Tum Tugger Hollister
Aliases: Little Brother, Tug, Tugger
Age: 25
Build: 6’0” and very thin. He’s fairly fit, but it’s a practical kind of fitness. When he was younger he was fairly lanky. He’s grown into his own shape rather nicely, but he’s still awkward in a lot of ways. Around pretty queens, he forgets where his paws are supposed to go, exactly.
Origin: The youngest son born to a lower middle class family in suburban Felidae. His mother, Grizabella, abandoned the family just after he was born. He and his brothers Munkustrap and Macavity were left with their father, Deuteronomy.
Occupation: Until recently, he worked at the Fishbone. He’s begun training as a police officer.
Eyes: Golden. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, and they reflect most clearly in his eyes.
Hair: A wild tabby mane of honey brown and black. Now that he’s decided to become an officer of the law, he’s taken on the enormous task of trying to tame it. He can never get it quite right, and it seems to have a different appearance every day.
Scars: One long, deep scar down his back from the time his father threw a broken liquor bottle at him.
Fur/Markings: A tabby with differing shades of tawny and brown. When the light catches him just right, it can seem to touch the edges of the golden spectrum before dipping back into the shades of black that break up his patterns. If you look closely enough, you can see spots on his collar, arms, and feet --- an exotic flair from his mother’s side. He has dark tips on both ears. His tail is clearly striped and very fluffy; he’s given up trying to manage it.
Attire: He wears simple, clean button up shirts, slacks, and blazers. His favorite coat is a dark blue that brings out the orange of his mane, but in a subtle way that doesn’t draw too much attention to him.
Accessories: He grew up without much and Old D sold most of the stuff he bought for himself. He has a piece of carved river stone in his pocket, given to him a long time ago to comfort him when no one else was around. When scared or nervous, he’ll reach a paw in to the jacket of his coat and run his finger over it. It’s when he’s holding this stone that he really, critically reflects on his choices and has time to regret his mistakes.
WOC: A Webley Mk VI revolver bought for protection. He doesn’t take it with him to basic training, though. He’s been in a scrape or two and he does just fine with claws and teeth.
Appearance: He can be whatever he needs to be. He dresses in muted colors, for the most part, but when he wants to stand out in a crowd, there’s no way not to notice him.
Personality: Tugger is comprised of extremes. He’s survived by putting on something of a front, and as a result he sometimes sees insults when they aren’t there, leading to situations that spiral out of control. He cares about others, but there’s a part of him that always has a hard time believing they really care about him, and the slightest conflict can turn into affirmation of that fact in his own mind. Friendships and other relationships have been shattered because of this. In part, it’s because he hurts before he’s hurt. He still cares about these cats very much, but there’s often too much junk between him and his real feelings (pride is one of the most notable ones) to make those relationships better, even when he realizes he’s made a mistake. Through it all, he’s quick to laugh and quick to anger, and unless you know him well it’s hard to predict what will happen.
More than anything, he wants to be independent and show others (especially his brothers) that he can live on his own and needs nobody’s protection. Tugger is determined to forge his own place in the world, without relying on his brothers, illegal behavior, or favors.
He has a strong sense of justice and a need to protect the weak --- being a police officer seems like the best outlet for that, and it’s the only real focus he’s had in his life. Although he’d rather bite off his own tongue and die than admit it, it’s a trait he inadvertently got from watching Macavity get between his younger brothers and their abusive father. He's more leniant with things like alcohol and drug use, since he thinks that cats make their own decisions for better or for worse, but cats with power taking advantage of those without stirs a certain burning in his heart.
Sometimes, he can be the center of attention and adore it, other times he can quietly sit in the corner. He can make himself a little louder, fluff up his mane a little more, and have every cat in the room looking at him. However, usually when somecat else brings attention to these differences, he wants nothing more than to be able to hide.
Special skills: Growing up under difficult circumstances have lent themselves to a handful of skills that, while getting him in trouble before, may come in handy as a cop. He can pick locks, he’s a very fast runner, and when he puts his mind to a problem his determination can border on obsession. Additionally, he’s a good dancer (it’s the only time he can make contact with queens and not trip over himself). He's also very well-read in military history.
Weaknesses: His anger, his English skills (he’s been teased for his low-class dialect before), and his whimsical life choices.
Fears: His father, the cats he loves leaving him, and recently, his brother’s mental/legal state.
Likes: Good music, books about war, he’s always related well to kits, coffee, and playing pranks on those he’s very familiar with.
Dislikes: Condescention, being treated like a kit, and having too much attention drawn to his differences without his consent.
History: He was born in Felidae to Grizabella and Deuteronomy Hollister, the youngest son in a family of five. Late one night, just after Tugger was born, Grizabella abandoned the family. Tugger has no conscious memories of her, but a lot of his fears and beliefs that others can never truly care for him come from a combination of that and his father’s abuse.
Deuteronomy was only a father in the strictest biological sense. He was prone to violent rages, gambling, alcoholic stupors and, at best, treated his sons like unwanted pets. Tugger and his brothers would spend hours hiding in their room with a dresser blocking the door. There was nothing in his living situation growing up that instilled in him any sort of trust in the world. His eldest brother, Macavity, always tried to protect them, and for a long time Tugger felt like that was the only thing he could rely on. Munkustrap was also there, and tried to fill in for Mac when he wasn't there (this meant taking the brunt of the physical abuse). Because of his brothers' protection, he was able to avoid the brunt of the physical abuse.
His eldest brother was, in many ways, the closest thing he ever had to a real parent. He took care of Tugger when he was too little to do anything for himself --- he cooked, walked him home from school, made sure he had clothes. Tugger feels a lot of pain looking back on the way they used to be and juxtaposing it with they way they are now.
The worst injury Tugger ever received at Deuteronomy’s paw was when he was 14. A broken liquor bottle hurtling towards him sliced open his back. It was the one time Macavity took them to the town doctor. Tugger, more than anything else, detests the means by which he received it; if anycat asks, he grins sharply and says he got it throwing a grenade under an Austro-Hungarian tank during the war.
When the US entered The Great War, he was filled with meaning and purpose. No more Deauteronomy. No more menial jobs. He’d even be able to drop out of high school. He was 17 and dreaming of combat, of single handedly liberating Europe from the German horde. The images of him bearing a flag in one hand and a handgun in the other as he stormed a trench felt right to him, and he couldn’t wait to enlist. But the war ended, and he never had the chance to see that it wasn’t what he thought it was. He felt, instead, like he’d missed his chance at glory and, more importantly, a purpose in life. It was further affirmation that he couldn’t trust anything in life. Despite actually being fairly sharp mentally, he barely graduated high school because of an inability to focus.
After involvement in a rum running gang, he settled at the Fishbone, where he worked until just recently. About a year ago, his brother, Macavity, vanished. They’ve reestablished contact, but things have become bitter. Tugger is hurt and, in his mind, he compared Mac's abandoning them to their mother's desertion, only Mac hurt him far more when he left. He felt like Mac washed his hands of them, and some things were said that couldn’t be taken back. Although his pride keeps him from admitting it, he can't think of memories from when he was little without wanting to cry. He doesn't really understand where all that love went, and it's left him wondering if it was ever really there at all.
Tugger has begun training to become a police officer. It’s the first drive since the war that’s gotten a near-obsessive level of attention from him (and he's expanded his interest in literature, otherwise nonexistant, to detective novels). However, it’s also led to breaking off contact with those he knows and cares about --- largely because of their connections to the underworld and not wanting to let them know about this particular life choice until he had a beat, and because he wants to prove to them that he can take care of himself and carve his own place in the world without their approval or, more significantly, their help.
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This Character is now listed for permanent adoption.
A Note From the Admins[/b]: Due to how central this character is to a few of the other characters on the board (Namely his brothers) we expect that anyone picking him up will revise this application so that it reflects evidence that they have read his previous threads (found HERE and under Qualapec's timelines). Tugger in this RP is not the usual brash performer, and we would like to see that reflected in the adoption app.
Thank you for understanding,
Admins on Felidae1925
Aliases: Little Brother, Tug, Tugger
Age: 25
Build: 6’0” and very thin. He’s fairly fit, but it’s a practical kind of fitness. When he was younger he was fairly lanky. He’s grown into his own shape rather nicely, but he’s still awkward in a lot of ways. Around pretty queens, he forgets where his paws are supposed to go, exactly.
Origin: The youngest son born to a lower middle class family in suburban Felidae. His mother, Grizabella, abandoned the family just after he was born. He and his brothers Munkustrap and Macavity were left with their father, Deuteronomy.
Occupation: Until recently, he worked at the Fishbone. He’s begun training as a police officer.
Eyes: Golden. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, and they reflect most clearly in his eyes.
Hair: A wild tabby mane of honey brown and black. Now that he’s decided to become an officer of the law, he’s taken on the enormous task of trying to tame it. He can never get it quite right, and it seems to have a different appearance every day.
Scars: One long, deep scar down his back from the time his father threw a broken liquor bottle at him.
Fur/Markings: A tabby with differing shades of tawny and brown. When the light catches him just right, it can seem to touch the edges of the golden spectrum before dipping back into the shades of black that break up his patterns. If you look closely enough, you can see spots on his collar, arms, and feet --- an exotic flair from his mother’s side. He has dark tips on both ears. His tail is clearly striped and very fluffy; he’s given up trying to manage it.
Attire: He wears simple, clean button up shirts, slacks, and blazers. His favorite coat is a dark blue that brings out the orange of his mane, but in a subtle way that doesn’t draw too much attention to him.
Accessories: He grew up without much and Old D sold most of the stuff he bought for himself. He has a piece of carved river stone in his pocket, given to him a long time ago to comfort him when no one else was around. When scared or nervous, he’ll reach a paw in to the jacket of his coat and run his finger over it. It’s when he’s holding this stone that he really, critically reflects on his choices and has time to regret his mistakes.
WOC: A Webley Mk VI revolver bought for protection. He doesn’t take it with him to basic training, though. He’s been in a scrape or two and he does just fine with claws and teeth.
Appearance: He can be whatever he needs to be. He dresses in muted colors, for the most part, but when he wants to stand out in a crowd, there’s no way not to notice him.
Personality: Tugger is comprised of extremes. He’s survived by putting on something of a front, and as a result he sometimes sees insults when they aren’t there, leading to situations that spiral out of control. He cares about others, but there’s a part of him that always has a hard time believing they really care about him, and the slightest conflict can turn into affirmation of that fact in his own mind. Friendships and other relationships have been shattered because of this. In part, it’s because he hurts before he’s hurt. He still cares about these cats very much, but there’s often too much junk between him and his real feelings (pride is one of the most notable ones) to make those relationships better, even when he realizes he’s made a mistake. Through it all, he’s quick to laugh and quick to anger, and unless you know him well it’s hard to predict what will happen.
More than anything, he wants to be independent and show others (especially his brothers) that he can live on his own and needs nobody’s protection. Tugger is determined to forge his own place in the world, without relying on his brothers, illegal behavior, or favors.
He has a strong sense of justice and a need to protect the weak --- being a police officer seems like the best outlet for that, and it’s the only real focus he’s had in his life. Although he’d rather bite off his own tongue and die than admit it, it’s a trait he inadvertently got from watching Macavity get between his younger brothers and their abusive father. He's more leniant with things like alcohol and drug use, since he thinks that cats make their own decisions for better or for worse, but cats with power taking advantage of those without stirs a certain burning in his heart.
Sometimes, he can be the center of attention and adore it, other times he can quietly sit in the corner. He can make himself a little louder, fluff up his mane a little more, and have every cat in the room looking at him. However, usually when somecat else brings attention to these differences, he wants nothing more than to be able to hide.
Special skills: Growing up under difficult circumstances have lent themselves to a handful of skills that, while getting him in trouble before, may come in handy as a cop. He can pick locks, he’s a very fast runner, and when he puts his mind to a problem his determination can border on obsession. Additionally, he’s a good dancer (it’s the only time he can make contact with queens and not trip over himself). He's also very well-read in military history.
Weaknesses: His anger, his English skills (he’s been teased for his low-class dialect before), and his whimsical life choices.
Fears: His father, the cats he loves leaving him, and recently, his brother’s mental/legal state.
Likes: Good music, books about war, he’s always related well to kits, coffee, and playing pranks on those he’s very familiar with.
Dislikes: Condescention, being treated like a kit, and having too much attention drawn to his differences without his consent.
History: He was born in Felidae to Grizabella and Deuteronomy Hollister, the youngest son in a family of five. Late one night, just after Tugger was born, Grizabella abandoned the family. Tugger has no conscious memories of her, but a lot of his fears and beliefs that others can never truly care for him come from a combination of that and his father’s abuse.
Deuteronomy was only a father in the strictest biological sense. He was prone to violent rages, gambling, alcoholic stupors and, at best, treated his sons like unwanted pets. Tugger and his brothers would spend hours hiding in their room with a dresser blocking the door. There was nothing in his living situation growing up that instilled in him any sort of trust in the world. His eldest brother, Macavity, always tried to protect them, and for a long time Tugger felt like that was the only thing he could rely on. Munkustrap was also there, and tried to fill in for Mac when he wasn't there (this meant taking the brunt of the physical abuse). Because of his brothers' protection, he was able to avoid the brunt of the physical abuse.
His eldest brother was, in many ways, the closest thing he ever had to a real parent. He took care of Tugger when he was too little to do anything for himself --- he cooked, walked him home from school, made sure he had clothes. Tugger feels a lot of pain looking back on the way they used to be and juxtaposing it with they way they are now.
The worst injury Tugger ever received at Deuteronomy’s paw was when he was 14. A broken liquor bottle hurtling towards him sliced open his back. It was the one time Macavity took them to the town doctor. Tugger, more than anything else, detests the means by which he received it; if anycat asks, he grins sharply and says he got it throwing a grenade under an Austro-Hungarian tank during the war.
When the US entered The Great War, he was filled with meaning and purpose. No more Deauteronomy. No more menial jobs. He’d even be able to drop out of high school. He was 17 and dreaming of combat, of single handedly liberating Europe from the German horde. The images of him bearing a flag in one hand and a handgun in the other as he stormed a trench felt right to him, and he couldn’t wait to enlist. But the war ended, and he never had the chance to see that it wasn’t what he thought it was. He felt, instead, like he’d missed his chance at glory and, more importantly, a purpose in life. It was further affirmation that he couldn’t trust anything in life. Despite actually being fairly sharp mentally, he barely graduated high school because of an inability to focus.
After involvement in a rum running gang, he settled at the Fishbone, where he worked until just recently. About a year ago, his brother, Macavity, vanished. They’ve reestablished contact, but things have become bitter. Tugger is hurt and, in his mind, he compared Mac's abandoning them to their mother's desertion, only Mac hurt him far more when he left. He felt like Mac washed his hands of them, and some things were said that couldn’t be taken back. Although his pride keeps him from admitting it, he can't think of memories from when he was little without wanting to cry. He doesn't really understand where all that love went, and it's left him wondering if it was ever really there at all.
Tugger has begun training to become a police officer. It’s the first drive since the war that’s gotten a near-obsessive level of attention from him (and he's expanded his interest in literature, otherwise nonexistant, to detective novels). However, it’s also led to breaking off contact with those he knows and cares about --- largely because of their connections to the underworld and not wanting to let them know about this particular life choice until he had a beat, and because he wants to prove to them that he can take care of himself and carve his own place in the world without their approval or, more significantly, their help.
Love Interest:
Quotes:
Theme Song:
Character Color Code:
Code:
This Character is now listed for permanent adoption.
A Note From the Admins[/b]: Due to how central this character is to a few of the other characters on the board (Namely his brothers) we expect that anyone picking him up will revise this application so that it reflects evidence that they have read his previous threads (found HERE and under Qualapec's timelines). Tugger in this RP is not the usual brash performer, and we would like to see that reflected in the adoption app.
Thank you for understanding,
Admins on Felidae1925