Post by Tsughi on Aug 17, 2012 14:41:46 GMT -8
Name: Darrien Mezriano
Aliases: Dan, Ren, Ien, and for those who cannot pronounce his last name: Rino. Only close friends actually call him Darrien. You have to earn the privilege to call him by his true name.
Age: 27
Build: He's about 5'11", just a bit taller than average. He's mostly muscle, but isn't body builder huge. He definitely has a defined, masculine figure, though.
Origin: Felidae
Occupation: The somewhat self appointed protector of Mistoffelees Quaxo; he also has a part time job at the local library.
Eyes: His eyes are a bright, almost luminescent golden yellow. They are slightly larger than is per normal, and you can read the emotions in them as clearly as anyone else’s.
Hair: Near the roots it is a soft creamy white and, gradually as you move down the strands, the tips of his hair are a gentle ginger color. Darrien is pretty good about getting his hair regularly cut into a rather short style. He is also pretty religious about gelling it down.
Scars: He has the tail-tell scrapes on his knuckles labeling his time getting into fist fights during high school. In addition he has a scar across the bridge of his nose from when the skin tore there from a well-aimed blow. Over his arms and various parts of his body he has small nicks from the times he had to deal with knife fights when he was employed under Bustopher Jones. Over the right side of his collar bone he has a pretty deep scar from some cat trying to slice his neck and missing it narrowly. Overall he has more than his share of scars. They aren't extremely noticeable because his fur has mostly grown over them, but the fur is thinner and you can see them if you look for them.
Fur/Markings: He has short but wispy fur that is colored mostly white. Down his neck, on his back, and on the outside his limbs, including the top side of his tail, there is a slight airbrush of pale tabby ginger fur. It gives his fur a softer, more gentle appearance that most cats fail to notice.
Attire: He is always very snappily dressed and looks sharp in everything he wears. Most of the time he wears suits and overcoats, but on occasion he does go without his jacket and dresses in darkly colored vests. The color of his attire is usually shades of black and gray, but sometimes he does pick up lighter colors when he feels it necessary for the occasion.
Accessories: He doesn’t really wear any accessories regularly, other than his black gloves. When he feels like it he will pick up a pocket watch rather than a wristwatch. He is also seen with a chain necklace on and off.
WOC: When describing him in regards to weapons “armed to the teeth” comes to mind. Along with the revolver that most cats carry on the streets, he has an additional revolver, two long fighting knives, a switchblade, a string of throwing knives, a lighter that he does not use for smoking, a flask of what appears to be alcohol but is really kerosene, and small container of poison tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. What he usually doesn’t carry around on person but has nearby when at the palace is a 16 Gage, 1912 Winchester shotgun.
Appearance: Despite the number of weapons the tom carries, he looks like any ordinary cat that you find on the streets of Felidae. He does appear slightly menacing with his height and muscle, a fact not helped by the fact he leers down at most cats with a calculating eye. Darrien does his best to appear as though he is from the upper crust of the Middle Class and most of the time, he succeeds.
Personality: Most of the time he is a quiet and reclusive cat. He doesn't go out to seek attention a whole lot, and most of the time when he is seen around, actually speaking to people, is when he is at the library working. He's an intemidating figure and not a lot of cats will come to him for questions.
At the times were he is with those he identifies as his friends, which are few and far in between, he is remarkably compassionate and is the first one to crack a smile. He's the type of cat to try and lighten the worst of situations and, despite all good reasons, refuses to give up hope. Darrien will go out of his way and bend over backwards for those around him, but refuses help for himself with a polite smile.
Through the years, Darrien has learned to grow a tough skin and rarely let’s people see underneath his hard exterior. Only one or two cats have really seen the soft heart that he has, and no one really knows how much it really hurts him to have done the things he’s done. Now he only carries his weapons out of habit and precaution rather than necessity. He would love to leave his past behind him and vow to never touch a weapon of any sort again, but he feels barren and helpless without them and is not strong enough to not have them nearby at hand yet.
Darrien doesn't exactly think of himself as a smart cat, so he lets others lead him instead. It's one of the main reasons he was so good at his job; he follows his orders without question and only later does he really stop to consider what he was doing. It's one of his flaws, but he's been relying on being told what to do for most of his life that it has been hardwired into his brain.
The large tom doesn't have a single rebellious bone in his body. He's actually quite mellow when it comes to arguments and rarely does he ever become angry. Only once or twice has he been so angry as to be called furious. Likewise, he is hardly ever seen as sad either. Darrien is very determined to not let his emotions affect others and so bottles up his feelings to quietly hide them away. You can always tell his emotions through his eyes, though; it is quite easy to read him like a book.
In reality, he is sort of an awkward cat and his social interactions leave something to be desired.
Special skills: Most noticeably he is well known for his fighting skills, but he is also very quick with his hands and is good at a variety of games regarding to. He’s also a speed reader and knows a good deal about books.
Weaknesses: Those few he calls his friends, he gives away emotion easily, and is a bit too caring for his own good. He also has a slight cough from working in less than healthy environments. Darrien's never had a teribbly strong immunity to bacteria and sickness, and it's surprising he didn't catch the enfluenza.
Fears: Being rejected by those close to him, being alone, tight and extremely quiet spaces. When he was younger he saw a man be electrocuted by lightning. For the longest time he was deathly afraid of thunderstorms, but gradually it has decreased into more of a discomfort than a fear. He will still become quite frantic if cought outdoors in particularly nasty storms, though.
Likes: Big rooms, snow, being in fresh air, and staring at the ocean. He also likes the idea of him being able to fly in a plane. Darrien is more refined in his tastes for drinks and has never taken in so much alcohol that he has gotten drunk. Despite seeming anti-social he really likes being around others, and though it may sound cheesy he hates sleeping alone. He also likes music, dancing, and watching plays though he never really has time to indulge into these hobbies.
When he was young he used to climb trees to sit alone and think. It had become a sanctuary for him through the toughest times of his childhood. Whenever he was angry or upset, he would run out and scurry up a tree like a squirrel so he could be alone. Even now as an adult he is still fond of climbing and sometimes he ventures out into the park at night just to make his way up a tree to relax.
Dislikes: Being alone, dead silence, rough days at work. He actually dislikes his workplace because it is so musty, closed in, and quiet, but he loves his job so he sticks with it.
History: When he was seven years old his parents were killed in an apartment fire. For several weeks Darrien lived out on the streets doing various small jobs to make a living and feed himself trying to avoid being brought into the orphanage from the bad rumors about it. When Bustopher Jones gave him a quick job as an errand boy to deliver a message, he stuck to the tom like glue. It had been the first actual kind of job he had been offered and he intended to stick around to see if he could get another. Eventually, he did get another job and that led to another, and then another. After a month of odd and end jobs he landed a more permanent job in the Palace itself.
Since then he has practically lived in the Palace. At first he did lower end jobs such as being a busboy or scrubbing tiles, but after he came back from school bearing some bloody knuckles he’d be doing nothing but fighting, but this time under the force that was Bustopher Jones’ reign. It turned out that he had an aptitude for it and took to it like a fish to water. He was able to pick up different types of fighting with ease and soon he was wielding guns like they were extensions of his arms.
When the Spanish Influenza swept through Felidae, Darrien was one of the few allowed to remain in the Palace and was under lock and key along with Bustopher Jones. It was his job to keep the socialite safe and he couldn’t do that while he was sick, so he was kept away from the worst of the sickness and was exposed very little to the disease itself.
A few years ago, he was put through a particularly nasty job for Bustopher Jones. It was his breaking point then and he just needed to escape. He succeeded in his wish and left Felidae for a few years before he finally returned, bearing more scars than when he had left. Still to this day he refuses to talk about what happened to him while he was gone.
When he did return he was expecting to be swept back into the clutches of Bustopher Jones, but was surprised to find that the fat cat had died and that Mistoffelees had taken his place as the owner of the Palace. Since finding out that news he’s been kind of wishy-washy in what his goal in life is, but it should be noted that he does smile a lot more now.
Love Interest: After a few painstaking years of high school, Darrien came to the conclusion that he liked toms a lot more than he did queens. Push came to shove and eventually it lead to fights with the other toms in school. It was the topic that brought on the bloody knuckles he came home with that one day.
For the moment he doesn't have any one cat in particular that catches his eye. Besides, his past relationships have been few and far inbetween and he doesn't really see himself in another relationship any time soon. Darrien also isn't a true one night stand kind of cat and though he might give the occasional kiss away, it's very rare for him to share his bed with anyone.
Quotes: None yet, but I’m sure he’ll come up with something we’ll love him for.
Theme Song: He’ll get some later, I’m sure.
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Color Code: Darrien "Rino" Mezriano (6666cc)
Aliases: Dan, Ren, Ien, and for those who cannot pronounce his last name: Rino. Only close friends actually call him Darrien. You have to earn the privilege to call him by his true name.
Age: 27
Build: He's about 5'11", just a bit taller than average. He's mostly muscle, but isn't body builder huge. He definitely has a defined, masculine figure, though.
Origin: Felidae
Occupation: The somewhat self appointed protector of Mistoffelees Quaxo; he also has a part time job at the local library.
Eyes: His eyes are a bright, almost luminescent golden yellow. They are slightly larger than is per normal, and you can read the emotions in them as clearly as anyone else’s.
Hair: Near the roots it is a soft creamy white and, gradually as you move down the strands, the tips of his hair are a gentle ginger color. Darrien is pretty good about getting his hair regularly cut into a rather short style. He is also pretty religious about gelling it down.
Scars: He has the tail-tell scrapes on his knuckles labeling his time getting into fist fights during high school. In addition he has a scar across the bridge of his nose from when the skin tore there from a well-aimed blow. Over his arms and various parts of his body he has small nicks from the times he had to deal with knife fights when he was employed under Bustopher Jones. Over the right side of his collar bone he has a pretty deep scar from some cat trying to slice his neck and missing it narrowly. Overall he has more than his share of scars. They aren't extremely noticeable because his fur has mostly grown over them, but the fur is thinner and you can see them if you look for them.
Fur/Markings: He has short but wispy fur that is colored mostly white. Down his neck, on his back, and on the outside his limbs, including the top side of his tail, there is a slight airbrush of pale tabby ginger fur. It gives his fur a softer, more gentle appearance that most cats fail to notice.
Attire: He is always very snappily dressed and looks sharp in everything he wears. Most of the time he wears suits and overcoats, but on occasion he does go without his jacket and dresses in darkly colored vests. The color of his attire is usually shades of black and gray, but sometimes he does pick up lighter colors when he feels it necessary for the occasion.
Accessories: He doesn’t really wear any accessories regularly, other than his black gloves. When he feels like it he will pick up a pocket watch rather than a wristwatch. He is also seen with a chain necklace on and off.
WOC: When describing him in regards to weapons “armed to the teeth” comes to mind. Along with the revolver that most cats carry on the streets, he has an additional revolver, two long fighting knives, a switchblade, a string of throwing knives, a lighter that he does not use for smoking, a flask of what appears to be alcohol but is really kerosene, and small container of poison tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. What he usually doesn’t carry around on person but has nearby when at the palace is a 16 Gage, 1912 Winchester shotgun.
Appearance: Despite the number of weapons the tom carries, he looks like any ordinary cat that you find on the streets of Felidae. He does appear slightly menacing with his height and muscle, a fact not helped by the fact he leers down at most cats with a calculating eye. Darrien does his best to appear as though he is from the upper crust of the Middle Class and most of the time, he succeeds.
Personality: Most of the time he is a quiet and reclusive cat. He doesn't go out to seek attention a whole lot, and most of the time when he is seen around, actually speaking to people, is when he is at the library working. He's an intemidating figure and not a lot of cats will come to him for questions.
At the times were he is with those he identifies as his friends, which are few and far in between, he is remarkably compassionate and is the first one to crack a smile. He's the type of cat to try and lighten the worst of situations and, despite all good reasons, refuses to give up hope. Darrien will go out of his way and bend over backwards for those around him, but refuses help for himself with a polite smile.
Through the years, Darrien has learned to grow a tough skin and rarely let’s people see underneath his hard exterior. Only one or two cats have really seen the soft heart that he has, and no one really knows how much it really hurts him to have done the things he’s done. Now he only carries his weapons out of habit and precaution rather than necessity. He would love to leave his past behind him and vow to never touch a weapon of any sort again, but he feels barren and helpless without them and is not strong enough to not have them nearby at hand yet.
Darrien doesn't exactly think of himself as a smart cat, so he lets others lead him instead. It's one of the main reasons he was so good at his job; he follows his orders without question and only later does he really stop to consider what he was doing. It's one of his flaws, but he's been relying on being told what to do for most of his life that it has been hardwired into his brain.
The large tom doesn't have a single rebellious bone in his body. He's actually quite mellow when it comes to arguments and rarely does he ever become angry. Only once or twice has he been so angry as to be called furious. Likewise, he is hardly ever seen as sad either. Darrien is very determined to not let his emotions affect others and so bottles up his feelings to quietly hide them away. You can always tell his emotions through his eyes, though; it is quite easy to read him like a book.
In reality, he is sort of an awkward cat and his social interactions leave something to be desired.
Special skills: Most noticeably he is well known for his fighting skills, but he is also very quick with his hands and is good at a variety of games regarding to. He’s also a speed reader and knows a good deal about books.
Weaknesses: Those few he calls his friends, he gives away emotion easily, and is a bit too caring for his own good. He also has a slight cough from working in less than healthy environments. Darrien's never had a teribbly strong immunity to bacteria and sickness, and it's surprising he didn't catch the enfluenza.
Fears: Being rejected by those close to him, being alone, tight and extremely quiet spaces. When he was younger he saw a man be electrocuted by lightning. For the longest time he was deathly afraid of thunderstorms, but gradually it has decreased into more of a discomfort than a fear. He will still become quite frantic if cought outdoors in particularly nasty storms, though.
Likes: Big rooms, snow, being in fresh air, and staring at the ocean. He also likes the idea of him being able to fly in a plane. Darrien is more refined in his tastes for drinks and has never taken in so much alcohol that he has gotten drunk. Despite seeming anti-social he really likes being around others, and though it may sound cheesy he hates sleeping alone. He also likes music, dancing, and watching plays though he never really has time to indulge into these hobbies.
When he was young he used to climb trees to sit alone and think. It had become a sanctuary for him through the toughest times of his childhood. Whenever he was angry or upset, he would run out and scurry up a tree like a squirrel so he could be alone. Even now as an adult he is still fond of climbing and sometimes he ventures out into the park at night just to make his way up a tree to relax.
Dislikes: Being alone, dead silence, rough days at work. He actually dislikes his workplace because it is so musty, closed in, and quiet, but he loves his job so he sticks with it.
History: When he was seven years old his parents were killed in an apartment fire. For several weeks Darrien lived out on the streets doing various small jobs to make a living and feed himself trying to avoid being brought into the orphanage from the bad rumors about it. When Bustopher Jones gave him a quick job as an errand boy to deliver a message, he stuck to the tom like glue. It had been the first actual kind of job he had been offered and he intended to stick around to see if he could get another. Eventually, he did get another job and that led to another, and then another. After a month of odd and end jobs he landed a more permanent job in the Palace itself.
Since then he has practically lived in the Palace. At first he did lower end jobs such as being a busboy or scrubbing tiles, but after he came back from school bearing some bloody knuckles he’d be doing nothing but fighting, but this time under the force that was Bustopher Jones’ reign. It turned out that he had an aptitude for it and took to it like a fish to water. He was able to pick up different types of fighting with ease and soon he was wielding guns like they were extensions of his arms.
When the Spanish Influenza swept through Felidae, Darrien was one of the few allowed to remain in the Palace and was under lock and key along with Bustopher Jones. It was his job to keep the socialite safe and he couldn’t do that while he was sick, so he was kept away from the worst of the sickness and was exposed very little to the disease itself.
A few years ago, he was put through a particularly nasty job for Bustopher Jones. It was his breaking point then and he just needed to escape. He succeeded in his wish and left Felidae for a few years before he finally returned, bearing more scars than when he had left. Still to this day he refuses to talk about what happened to him while he was gone.
When he did return he was expecting to be swept back into the clutches of Bustopher Jones, but was surprised to find that the fat cat had died and that Mistoffelees had taken his place as the owner of the Palace. Since finding out that news he’s been kind of wishy-washy in what his goal in life is, but it should be noted that he does smile a lot more now.
Love Interest: After a few painstaking years of high school, Darrien came to the conclusion that he liked toms a lot more than he did queens. Push came to shove and eventually it lead to fights with the other toms in school. It was the topic that brought on the bloody knuckles he came home with that one day.
For the moment he doesn't have any one cat in particular that catches his eye. Besides, his past relationships have been few and far inbetween and he doesn't really see himself in another relationship any time soon. Darrien also isn't a true one night stand kind of cat and though he might give the occasional kiss away, it's very rare for him to share his bed with anyone.
Quotes: None yet, but I’m sure he’ll come up with something we’ll love him for.
Theme Song: He’ll get some later, I’m sure.
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Color Code: Darrien "Rino" Mezriano (6666cc)
