Post by qualapec on May 2, 2011 21:47:52 GMT -8
Name: Growltiger Thames
Aliases: The Terror of the Thames
Age: 37
Build: Growltiger is physically frightening cat. He’s about 6’4” and all muscle. When he charges, it’s like watching a tank come at you.
Origin: He was born in London during the high Victorian era. He grew up in a world that gave him no faith in cat kind. As a kit, he saw starving cats turning to crime and being killed by the law, the law turning a blind eye to the rulers of the underground, cats with coal on their faces coughing up blood, all while an upper class grew fat on their struggles. He’s seen good cats die and bad cats live, both within and outside the confines of the law. It gave him a strong sense of self-preservation and the belief that you don’t get anything in life that you don’t fight for.
Occupation: Pirate by trade and owner of the Fishbone. “Piracy” these days involves more smuggling of liquor from the Caribbean than cannon-and-sabre swashbuckling of his youth, but it’s what brings in the money.
Eyes: Their natural color is a sort of smoldering golden. He lost one of his eyes years ago and wears an eye patch.
Hair: Wild, seablown headfur in red and black, like a mockery of the British Royal symbol.
Scars: One under his eyepatch. His left ear is horribly mangled. He has several scars on his face and a few on his chest and arms, all caused by either claws or swords. One cluster of scars stands out on his back, caused by a flamethrower during the raiding of a German ship during the Great War. He doesn’t like to talk about it, since it’s a reminder that the days of true piracy have long since passed.
Fur/Markings: Red and black strips all along his body. When properly groomed, it looks like the coat of a tiger.
Attire: He always looks like he takes parts from different outfits and doesn’t know how to make them fit into something with any sense of togetherness. When he’s on land, he looks like he has a jacket from one suit, slacks from another, and a tie that’s too loud. He also doesn’t take well to cats insulting his fashion sense. His pride is his leather greatcoat, stolen from a very unfortunate German captain during the war.
Accessories: A pocketwatch is the big one, since it’s not so kosher for toms to wear jewelry these days… He does have a love for jeweled cufflinks and golden pins.
WOC: A huge revolver kept in an inside pocket of his coats, when dealing with problems in the underworld, he has an old cavalry sabre that he prefers to deal with his enemies with.
Appearance: Handsome but in a wild way. He fancies himself a spirit of the sea, and has never felt at place with civilization. He seems altogether put together and scattered at the same time.
Personality: He’s bitter and quick to anger. He’s prone to rages and has a lust for blood on the battlefield. Likewise, he likes to play mind games with his enemies. Most of his emotions and tools of dealing with other cats were formed as a result of dealing with them in an antagonistic way. He’s only attached himself kindly to one cat, Griddlebone, and he’s been frustrated because he doesn’t quite know how to treat her.
Special skills: Fencing, sharpshooting, mind games, striking terror in the hearts of his enemies, and singing.
Weaknesses: Griddlebone. His anger. His unwillingness to adapt to society at large will probably be the death of him, more than any cat or queen.
Fears: Being defeated.
Likes: Gold, jewels, sex, liquor, and battle.
Dislikes: Most foreigners (although, to be fair, he doesn’t like most cats in general either and, living on the sea, everycat is pretty much a foreigner to him), homosexual behavior.
History: He was born to a low-class family in London, England. He has a total of 13 siblings; most of them are now deceased. There was never much money for him when he was too young to work, so he spent most of his time on the streets as a kit stealing. His life was in constant peril as a young cat, and he hated London and his family with a burning passion. As soon as he could, he got a job as a mariner on a fishing boat and left. He was not missed.
After he learned his way around a boat, he organized a mutiny, commandeered the ship, and his life of piracy began. He’s only ever happy when he’s at sea, and a good many merchant ships fell to his surprising taste for tactics and battle.
WWI was like a gift for him. He was commissioned by the Allied powers to raid German trading ships and shoot back into shallower waters before the U-Boats could find him. The war may have been a tragedy for most, but he was in his element, and for the first time was on the right side of the law (it’s the closest he’s ever come to feeling patriotic for dear Britannia).
After the war he relocated to the States and settled in the Port Town of Felidae. He fully intended to settle down, open a business with the money he got from the military and from trading the captured artillery illegally, but the sea called. He needed somecat to run the Fishbone, and he bought a cat named Griddlebone’s freedom from the Burlesque house she was forced to work at. He's been at sea for the last several months, but he's finally come back to town.
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ADMIN NOTE: This character is on permanent adoption.
Due to a member leaving, he's been sent back out to sea after Griddlebone left him for Macavity, leaving it open for him to someday return from the ocean. Good luck.
Aliases: The Terror of the Thames
Age: 37
Build: Growltiger is physically frightening cat. He’s about 6’4” and all muscle. When he charges, it’s like watching a tank come at you.
Origin: He was born in London during the high Victorian era. He grew up in a world that gave him no faith in cat kind. As a kit, he saw starving cats turning to crime and being killed by the law, the law turning a blind eye to the rulers of the underground, cats with coal on their faces coughing up blood, all while an upper class grew fat on their struggles. He’s seen good cats die and bad cats live, both within and outside the confines of the law. It gave him a strong sense of self-preservation and the belief that you don’t get anything in life that you don’t fight for.
Occupation: Pirate by trade and owner of the Fishbone. “Piracy” these days involves more smuggling of liquor from the Caribbean than cannon-and-sabre swashbuckling of his youth, but it’s what brings in the money.
Eyes: Their natural color is a sort of smoldering golden. He lost one of his eyes years ago and wears an eye patch.
Hair: Wild, seablown headfur in red and black, like a mockery of the British Royal symbol.
Scars: One under his eyepatch. His left ear is horribly mangled. He has several scars on his face and a few on his chest and arms, all caused by either claws or swords. One cluster of scars stands out on his back, caused by a flamethrower during the raiding of a German ship during the Great War. He doesn’t like to talk about it, since it’s a reminder that the days of true piracy have long since passed.
Fur/Markings: Red and black strips all along his body. When properly groomed, it looks like the coat of a tiger.
Attire: He always looks like he takes parts from different outfits and doesn’t know how to make them fit into something with any sense of togetherness. When he’s on land, he looks like he has a jacket from one suit, slacks from another, and a tie that’s too loud. He also doesn’t take well to cats insulting his fashion sense. His pride is his leather greatcoat, stolen from a very unfortunate German captain during the war.
Accessories: A pocketwatch is the big one, since it’s not so kosher for toms to wear jewelry these days… He does have a love for jeweled cufflinks and golden pins.
WOC: A huge revolver kept in an inside pocket of his coats, when dealing with problems in the underworld, he has an old cavalry sabre that he prefers to deal with his enemies with.
Appearance: Handsome but in a wild way. He fancies himself a spirit of the sea, and has never felt at place with civilization. He seems altogether put together and scattered at the same time.
Personality: He’s bitter and quick to anger. He’s prone to rages and has a lust for blood on the battlefield. Likewise, he likes to play mind games with his enemies. Most of his emotions and tools of dealing with other cats were formed as a result of dealing with them in an antagonistic way. He’s only attached himself kindly to one cat, Griddlebone, and he’s been frustrated because he doesn’t quite know how to treat her.
Special skills: Fencing, sharpshooting, mind games, striking terror in the hearts of his enemies, and singing.
Weaknesses: Griddlebone. His anger. His unwillingness to adapt to society at large will probably be the death of him, more than any cat or queen.
Fears: Being defeated.
Likes: Gold, jewels, sex, liquor, and battle.
Dislikes: Most foreigners (although, to be fair, he doesn’t like most cats in general either and, living on the sea, everycat is pretty much a foreigner to him), homosexual behavior.
History: He was born to a low-class family in London, England. He has a total of 13 siblings; most of them are now deceased. There was never much money for him when he was too young to work, so he spent most of his time on the streets as a kit stealing. His life was in constant peril as a young cat, and he hated London and his family with a burning passion. As soon as he could, he got a job as a mariner on a fishing boat and left. He was not missed.
After he learned his way around a boat, he organized a mutiny, commandeered the ship, and his life of piracy began. He’s only ever happy when he’s at sea, and a good many merchant ships fell to his surprising taste for tactics and battle.
WWI was like a gift for him. He was commissioned by the Allied powers to raid German trading ships and shoot back into shallower waters before the U-Boats could find him. The war may have been a tragedy for most, but he was in his element, and for the first time was on the right side of the law (it’s the closest he’s ever come to feeling patriotic for dear Britannia).
After the war he relocated to the States and settled in the Port Town of Felidae. He fully intended to settle down, open a business with the money he got from the military and from trading the captured artillery illegally, but the sea called. He needed somecat to run the Fishbone, and he bought a cat named Griddlebone’s freedom from the Burlesque house she was forced to work at. He's been at sea for the last several months, but he's finally come back to town.
Love Interest:
Quotes:
Theme Song:
Character Color Code:
Code:
ADMIN NOTE: This character is on permanent adoption.
Due to a member leaving, he's been sent back out to sea after Griddlebone left him for Macavity, leaving it open for him to someday return from the ocean. Good luck.