Post by cloudninelives on Dec 6, 2011 13:31:03 GMT -8
Name: Skimbleshanks MacRae
Aliases: Skimble, Mr. MacRae, Mr. Shanks, Boss, Mr. DA, Skim, Skims, Shanks, other variations on his first name.
Age: 47
Build: Tall and relatively lean, not particularly broad or heavily muscled but has had need to defend himself and so keeps his strength up. Height: 1m 77cm
Origin: Glasgow, Scotland (immigrant)
Occupation: Boss and lawyer of/at his own firm.
Eyes: Bright Green (often described as glass-green) with yellow flecks.
Hair: Ginger fur with ginger/brown stripes, it is short and slicked back. (http://www.hairstyletwist.com/blog/uploads/Image/img132.jpg)
Scars: Some on his hands from handling knives and sharp objects, a couple on his arms and legs from various falls and accidents, and one behind his ear from knocking his head against a shelf. He’s so far avoided any serious injury.
Fur/Markings: Orange marmalade, light brown tiger stripes and grey ‘socks’ (leg fur).
Attire: Black waistcoat over a crisp white shirt, silver/grey trousers and comfy used-to-be-fancy black shoes. Has a large brown coat for when it gets colder, but doesn’t often feel he needs it. (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs48/i/2009/205/8/8/Skimbleshanks_by_Lorrenjopie.jpg , www.evadress.com/images/1141PR.jpg but in silver/grey and black shoes)
Accessories: His beloved pocket watch that is always in his waistcoat pocket – found it on the day he first came to Felidae, couldn’t see if anyone was looking for it and so kept it as a memento. Has carried it everywhere since.
WOC: A small handgun that he never knew the name of, but tends to refer to as his ‘shiny little friend’.
Appearance: Cheerful face, nicely groomed fur, clean clothes and a confident stride of a walk. His hair is mostly just slicked back flat, but the odd piece does tend to ping up as the day goes by. He is fairly tall and slim, but wiry with well-defined muscles.
Personality: Generally seems very smiley, and optimistic, and is a very warm and welcoming tom when meeting new people and when dealing with nice cats. He is quite stern and severe when it comes to people he doesn’t like, however, and has no time for lazy cats. He tends to be the sort who whistles while walking and working, but would tut should you misbehave. Generally regarded by younger cats as something of a jolly uncle, and by older cats as more of a permanently-happy friend.
Special skills: Skimble is very intelligent and logical, and always witty enough to make people smile.
Weaknesses: Jenny’s cookies, a warm fire, his family back home, Scotch and tea.
Fears: Death, war, finding out that his family are dead, Jenny getting hurt, losing his job.
Likes: Scotch and tea, cookies, friendly faces, being warm, doing well at work, Jenny’s company.
Dislikes: tea without Scotch, unkind people, being too busy to have time to himself.
History: Born in September of 1979, Skimbleshanks grew up as an upperclass kitten in the city of Glasgow, Scotland. He had two older sisters and a much younger ‘accident’ brother whom he frequently took care of once his sisters had left the house and his parents were busy. He had a priviledged childhood, with a good education and loving parents, and soon became interested in law and the idea of being an attorney as his father was a practicing Judge.
Once this interest had been sparked it didn’t take long for him to take up law at university. He stayed living at home with his parents to economise while he was trying to pay his way through university. Due to his level of natural intelligence and dedication he passed with flying colours at the end of the course and worked in a large firm in the centre of Glasgow for a couple of months, before deciding to try and work abroad.
He arrived in Felidae in the Autumn of 1905, diving into a new job working as an associate in a small firm and quickly making friends with all of his colleagues. Skimble left the firm several years later to start his own, making it work due to a near-constant 110% effort at work. This was just before his 32nd birthday, which turned out to be one of the best he’d ever had.
Not only was he now almost the head of his firm, but he met a wonderful new friend by the name of Jennyanydots. She was friendly and funny and also from Scotland- just like him, so they clicked instantly. They spent many hours talking about Scotland and laughing at the looks that the Felidaean locals gave them for their accents, even trying out different dialects and failing miserably to sound American. She quickly became his closest friend and he has been finding cookies on his desk ever since.
Skimble was in Felidae when war broke out, and would probably have volunteered to fight once soldiers were being sent over, but he unfortunately had a bad fall shortly before trying to join and was told that he was unfit.
He was generally doing very well at work and had hired several junior lawyers- Skimble, now 39, was extremely proud and loved his job- working as hard as he could at it. He is still working at his firm. He is the boss of Munkustrap Hollister now- a promising young lawyer, and is just starting to wish that he could settle down, even if it is too late to have a family of his own.
For some reason cookies spring to his mind when he thinks of this...
Love Interest: Probably Jenny (if her player agrees)
Quotes: ‘Och aye the noo!’ as a sort of self mockery, and ‘ah well’ to sum up any sort of dislike, dissatisfaction or general bad things.
Theme Song: well, it would be Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, but he isn’t in this, so I’ll try to find a good one soon.
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Aliases: Skimble, Mr. MacRae, Mr. Shanks, Boss, Mr. DA, Skim, Skims, Shanks, other variations on his first name.
Age: 47
Build: Tall and relatively lean, not particularly broad or heavily muscled but has had need to defend himself and so keeps his strength up. Height: 1m 77cm
Origin: Glasgow, Scotland (immigrant)
Occupation: Boss and lawyer of/at his own firm.
Eyes: Bright Green (often described as glass-green) with yellow flecks.
Hair: Ginger fur with ginger/brown stripes, it is short and slicked back. (http://www.hairstyletwist.com/blog/uploads/Image/img132.jpg)
Scars: Some on his hands from handling knives and sharp objects, a couple on his arms and legs from various falls and accidents, and one behind his ear from knocking his head against a shelf. He’s so far avoided any serious injury.
Fur/Markings: Orange marmalade, light brown tiger stripes and grey ‘socks’ (leg fur).
Attire: Black waistcoat over a crisp white shirt, silver/grey trousers and comfy used-to-be-fancy black shoes. Has a large brown coat for when it gets colder, but doesn’t often feel he needs it. (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs48/i/2009/205/8/8/Skimbleshanks_by_Lorrenjopie.jpg , www.evadress.com/images/1141PR.jpg but in silver/grey and black shoes)
Accessories: His beloved pocket watch that is always in his waistcoat pocket – found it on the day he first came to Felidae, couldn’t see if anyone was looking for it and so kept it as a memento. Has carried it everywhere since.
WOC: A small handgun that he never knew the name of, but tends to refer to as his ‘shiny little friend’.
Appearance: Cheerful face, nicely groomed fur, clean clothes and a confident stride of a walk. His hair is mostly just slicked back flat, but the odd piece does tend to ping up as the day goes by. He is fairly tall and slim, but wiry with well-defined muscles.
Personality: Generally seems very smiley, and optimistic, and is a very warm and welcoming tom when meeting new people and when dealing with nice cats. He is quite stern and severe when it comes to people he doesn’t like, however, and has no time for lazy cats. He tends to be the sort who whistles while walking and working, but would tut should you misbehave. Generally regarded by younger cats as something of a jolly uncle, and by older cats as more of a permanently-happy friend.
Special skills: Skimble is very intelligent and logical, and always witty enough to make people smile.
Weaknesses: Jenny’s cookies, a warm fire, his family back home, Scotch and tea.
Fears: Death, war, finding out that his family are dead, Jenny getting hurt, losing his job.
Likes: Scotch and tea, cookies, friendly faces, being warm, doing well at work, Jenny’s company.
Dislikes: tea without Scotch, unkind people, being too busy to have time to himself.
History: Born in September of 1979, Skimbleshanks grew up as an upperclass kitten in the city of Glasgow, Scotland. He had two older sisters and a much younger ‘accident’ brother whom he frequently took care of once his sisters had left the house and his parents were busy. He had a priviledged childhood, with a good education and loving parents, and soon became interested in law and the idea of being an attorney as his father was a practicing Judge.
Once this interest had been sparked it didn’t take long for him to take up law at university. He stayed living at home with his parents to economise while he was trying to pay his way through university. Due to his level of natural intelligence and dedication he passed with flying colours at the end of the course and worked in a large firm in the centre of Glasgow for a couple of months, before deciding to try and work abroad.
He arrived in Felidae in the Autumn of 1905, diving into a new job working as an associate in a small firm and quickly making friends with all of his colleagues. Skimble left the firm several years later to start his own, making it work due to a near-constant 110% effort at work. This was just before his 32nd birthday, which turned out to be one of the best he’d ever had.
Not only was he now almost the head of his firm, but he met a wonderful new friend by the name of Jennyanydots. She was friendly and funny and also from Scotland- just like him, so they clicked instantly. They spent many hours talking about Scotland and laughing at the looks that the Felidaean locals gave them for their accents, even trying out different dialects and failing miserably to sound American. She quickly became his closest friend and he has been finding cookies on his desk ever since.
Skimble was in Felidae when war broke out, and would probably have volunteered to fight once soldiers were being sent over, but he unfortunately had a bad fall shortly before trying to join and was told that he was unfit.
He was generally doing very well at work and had hired several junior lawyers- Skimble, now 39, was extremely proud and loved his job- working as hard as he could at it. He is still working at his firm. He is the boss of Munkustrap Hollister now- a promising young lawyer, and is just starting to wish that he could settle down, even if it is too late to have a family of his own.
For some reason cookies spring to his mind when he thinks of this...
Love Interest: Probably Jenny (if her player agrees)
Quotes: ‘Och aye the noo!’ as a sort of self mockery, and ‘ah well’ to sum up any sort of dislike, dissatisfaction or general bad things.
Theme Song: well, it would be Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, but he isn’t in this, so I’ll try to find a good one soon.
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