Post by Tsughi on Jan 8, 2012 9:41:44 GMT -8
Name: Plato Hiester
Aliases: Play, Toes
Age: twenty
Build: He's very tall and towers above most cats at his height of around 6'1". His body is very lanky and the muscle he does have is very lean and doesn't show up a whole lot through his clothing.
Origin: Little farther south on the coast.
Occupation: Valet at the Démoniaque (Formally) But really could be described as one of Macavities lackies.
Eyes: Hazel eyes that lean more towards a golden brown, but with the hint of green that makes them hazel.
Hair: The picture of how men's hair should be. It's gelled back and lays almost perfectly down and gives him a smooth look. The color of it is mostly ginger but with two stripes of black, one on each side of his head.
Scars: Underneath his headfur is a nasty scar left from his father smashing a bottle on his head. He also has a 'stitched bracelet' scar around his right wrist that he keeps covered with a few bandages.
Fur/Markings: Mostly white but with some stripes of orange and black. Often he is described as a calico.
Attire: When not in uniform for his job 2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEoWXhjJ6nI/S_ye8mBJ31I/AAAAAAAADys/lvrwYbCU-iM/s320/knickerbocker_knickers_1920s_mens_fashion_jazz_age.jpeg
Accessories: A dainty silver rope necklace he never takes off. It was his mothers and he treasures it dearly.
WOC: The switchblade he stole from his father when he was really young. He usually keeps it snuggled up against him in his vest, but if he's planning on using it he puts it in his pocket.
Appearance: Though he is a bit emotionless, Plato is still a pretty likable tom. He wouldn't call himself handsome, but he isn't an eyesore either. With his narrowed eyes and chiseled face, he easily keeps an older, yet youthful, appearance.
Personality: Not the most outgoing tom in the world. Usually Plato is extremely reserved and quiet, and he would never speak until spoken to. His eyes never betray him either and it makes him a difficult cat to read. A select few cats may be able to tell he is angry from the way his jaw is set or if he is depressed by how in tune he is to his work.
To the females he is even more leery. It could be the fact he had no normal interaction with girls when he was growing up, but he simply doesn't trust them. It may be a little sexist, but if he had the choice of talking to the guy he hated the most or chatting up with some girl, he would choose the guy.
Plato is skittish around the idea of drinking. Even though what he does is not always legal 100 percent of the time, he draws the line at drinking. He never, and never will, has had a drop of alcohol. He simply cannot stand the stuff and has a habit of wrinkling his nose whenever it is even mentioned.
Special skills: The tom is amazingly flexible, even more than a female counterpart. Combined with the fact he can be as quick as a snake, he could be called deadly with his little blade. Though most of the time his skills are spent trying to keep up with his Boss rather than actual fighting.
Weaknesses: Drunk people. They make him so angry that he really can't control himself. Usually someone goes with him when he goes out, just to try and keep him calm.
For physical weaknesses, he can't take head injuries very well. If you hit him hard enough on the head, Plato will drop like a fly.
Fears: Women, because he doesn't know how to handle them. Older males, the ones nearly twice his age, because of his father abusing him as a child. The sight of a glass bottle in someone's hand also makes him tense, but he is not prone to act on his fear unless the weilder does something threatening with it. In the case if someone does, he probably would be at their throat with his switchblade without a second thought.
Other than that, he doesn't scare easily. Even if you have a knife to his throat, he won't scare. But the moment you pick up a bottle something in his brain starts freaking out.
Likes: Silence. He also is fond of roses, but he wouldn't tell anyone.
Dislikes: Snow, he doesn't understand why people think it's pretty. To him snow is just freezing death falling from the sky.
History: As a child all he knew was his father's abuse. His mother left when he was extremely young and he doesn't even remember what she looks like. The man who raised him was a different story. He could scent the dastardly tom who was his father from a block away. The man, a drunk, brutally beat his son almost constantly. It went on for years and years; slowly Plato's father began to neglect feeding his child and there were many days when he had to live off of what he ate at school. By the age of twelve, Plato was taking care of himself.
One night his father became enraged by his son hiding himself in the closet trying to get away from him. Thrust into a barbaric rage, his father beat him with the nearest weapon at hand: the empty spirit bottle. With a crack he hit his son over the head and abruptly all the lights went out for the young tom. When he awoke his head was throbbing and covered in dried blood. In that moment he decided that enough was enough. That night he gathered everything he would need: whatever money his dad had not spent on alcohol, his mother's necklace, spare clothes.... and his father's switchblade. Silently he crept into the room of the man he despised and, without mercy, slit his own father's throat before running away.
Since then he has been looking for a better life. He's tried making a decent name for himself, but his past eventually caught up to him. He was forced back out onto the streets and no one would willingly give him a job. All they knew was that he was a shady character and there were rumors about him being a murderer. No one wanted to deal with that mess. So he was left to fend for himself once more. He became a bouncer at the local fisherman's pub and was caught on the streets by some of Macavitie's men when he was beating up some drunk. Needless to say he was quickly put under scrutiny from the Hidden Paw and was taken in before anyone else could get a paw on him.
Love Interest: None yet
Quotes: "Don't tell me I have to do that."
Theme Song: I'll think of some later
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Aliases: Play, Toes
Age: twenty
Build: He's very tall and towers above most cats at his height of around 6'1". His body is very lanky and the muscle he does have is very lean and doesn't show up a whole lot through his clothing.
Origin: Little farther south on the coast.
Occupation: Valet at the Démoniaque (Formally) But really could be described as one of Macavities lackies.
Eyes: Hazel eyes that lean more towards a golden brown, but with the hint of green that makes them hazel.
Hair: The picture of how men's hair should be. It's gelled back and lays almost perfectly down and gives him a smooth look. The color of it is mostly ginger but with two stripes of black, one on each side of his head.
Scars: Underneath his headfur is a nasty scar left from his father smashing a bottle on his head. He also has a 'stitched bracelet' scar around his right wrist that he keeps covered with a few bandages.
Fur/Markings: Mostly white but with some stripes of orange and black. Often he is described as a calico.
Attire: When not in uniform for his job 2.bp.blogspot.com/_OEoWXhjJ6nI/S_ye8mBJ31I/AAAAAAAADys/lvrwYbCU-iM/s320/knickerbocker_knickers_1920s_mens_fashion_jazz_age.jpeg
Accessories: A dainty silver rope necklace he never takes off. It was his mothers and he treasures it dearly.
WOC: The switchblade he stole from his father when he was really young. He usually keeps it snuggled up against him in his vest, but if he's planning on using it he puts it in his pocket.
Appearance: Though he is a bit emotionless, Plato is still a pretty likable tom. He wouldn't call himself handsome, but he isn't an eyesore either. With his narrowed eyes and chiseled face, he easily keeps an older, yet youthful, appearance.
Personality: Not the most outgoing tom in the world. Usually Plato is extremely reserved and quiet, and he would never speak until spoken to. His eyes never betray him either and it makes him a difficult cat to read. A select few cats may be able to tell he is angry from the way his jaw is set or if he is depressed by how in tune he is to his work.
To the females he is even more leery. It could be the fact he had no normal interaction with girls when he was growing up, but he simply doesn't trust them. It may be a little sexist, but if he had the choice of talking to the guy he hated the most or chatting up with some girl, he would choose the guy.
Plato is skittish around the idea of drinking. Even though what he does is not always legal 100 percent of the time, he draws the line at drinking. He never, and never will, has had a drop of alcohol. He simply cannot stand the stuff and has a habit of wrinkling his nose whenever it is even mentioned.
Special skills: The tom is amazingly flexible, even more than a female counterpart. Combined with the fact he can be as quick as a snake, he could be called deadly with his little blade. Though most of the time his skills are spent trying to keep up with his Boss rather than actual fighting.
Weaknesses: Drunk people. They make him so angry that he really can't control himself. Usually someone goes with him when he goes out, just to try and keep him calm.
For physical weaknesses, he can't take head injuries very well. If you hit him hard enough on the head, Plato will drop like a fly.
Fears: Women, because he doesn't know how to handle them. Older males, the ones nearly twice his age, because of his father abusing him as a child. The sight of a glass bottle in someone's hand also makes him tense, but he is not prone to act on his fear unless the weilder does something threatening with it. In the case if someone does, he probably would be at their throat with his switchblade without a second thought.
Other than that, he doesn't scare easily. Even if you have a knife to his throat, he won't scare. But the moment you pick up a bottle something in his brain starts freaking out.
Likes: Silence. He also is fond of roses, but he wouldn't tell anyone.
Dislikes: Snow, he doesn't understand why people think it's pretty. To him snow is just freezing death falling from the sky.
History: As a child all he knew was his father's abuse. His mother left when he was extremely young and he doesn't even remember what she looks like. The man who raised him was a different story. He could scent the dastardly tom who was his father from a block away. The man, a drunk, brutally beat his son almost constantly. It went on for years and years; slowly Plato's father began to neglect feeding his child and there were many days when he had to live off of what he ate at school. By the age of twelve, Plato was taking care of himself.
One night his father became enraged by his son hiding himself in the closet trying to get away from him. Thrust into a barbaric rage, his father beat him with the nearest weapon at hand: the empty spirit bottle. With a crack he hit his son over the head and abruptly all the lights went out for the young tom. When he awoke his head was throbbing and covered in dried blood. In that moment he decided that enough was enough. That night he gathered everything he would need: whatever money his dad had not spent on alcohol, his mother's necklace, spare clothes.... and his father's switchblade. Silently he crept into the room of the man he despised and, without mercy, slit his own father's throat before running away.
Since then he has been looking for a better life. He's tried making a decent name for himself, but his past eventually caught up to him. He was forced back out onto the streets and no one would willingly give him a job. All they knew was that he was a shady character and there were rumors about him being a murderer. No one wanted to deal with that mess. So he was left to fend for himself once more. He became a bouncer at the local fisherman's pub and was caught on the streets by some of Macavitie's men when he was beating up some drunk. Needless to say he was quickly put under scrutiny from the Hidden Paw and was taken in before anyone else could get a paw on him.
Love Interest: None yet
Quotes: "Don't tell me I have to do that."
Theme Song: I'll think of some later
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[b]Color Code:[/b] [color=20B2AA]Plato Hiester[/color] (20B2AA)
