Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 1, 2010 17:43:05 GMT -8
Name: Sonya Vlask
Aliases: Chief, Commish, Sonny (a rather hated uncle thought it would be witty-Sonya himself does not approve).
Age: 39
Build: He’s a pretty big cat. He stands at just about 6'2''. He's not too broad shouldered, but his is rather solid, and mostly muscle. His legs are slightly longer than is the norm, and he keeps himself very fit.
Origin: His grandparents immigrated to the United States from Russia shortly after the end of the American Civil War, in about 1866. They would have done so earlier, except they decided that it might not be such a good idea with a war going on. They were aristocrats who were not pleased with the emancipation of the Serfs. They settled in Felidae, and Sonya grew up there. The family still places a lot of emphasis on Russian culture though, and he learned Russian in that household before English.
Occupation: Police Commissioner/Chief of Police of Felidae
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Silvery with black streaks. He tends to wear it short, but that doesn’t mean he always pays attention to how long it’s getting.
Scars: He has one down his left arm from a knife fight he had to break up when he was a new cop. There’s also one on his leg from a completely different situation he refuses to talk about.
Fur/Markings: His fur is silvery, with some black markings. It fluffs out around his collar, and also on his back. His ears have slight tuffs on them.
Attire: He wears grey suits of varying shades and often his ties are subtle shades. On occasion he will wear a darker suit, but black ones tend to only show up for very formal occasions, and he had never been a fan of some of the more radical color options out there.
Accessories: He has a silver pocket watch, and a ring on a chain that that he tends to wear under his clothes.
WOC: He carries a standard issue gun with him at all times. He’s also trained in the use of rifles and machine guns.
Appearance: He has a bobtail, so it’s much shorter than other cats, being maybe a fourth as long as normal. He has silver and black markings, and tends to wear variations of grey or blue clothing. He dresses professionally, more because he has to than because he would willingly. At this point he feels though that he must appear professional at all times because of his high position.
Personality: He’s too young for this. He’s also dangerously optimistic, which you think twenty some years working on the police force would have cured. Other than some rather huge blind spots about the state of affairs, he tends to be sensible, and doesn’t have much of a life outside of work. He enjoys films though, and can often be found at the cinema. Honestly, he doesn’t care much about Prohibition one way or another, except for the fact that it’s a Federal crime. He tends not to get too snarky with people, but doesn’t always have to patience to deal with his officers, especially during late nights. He has a minor addiction to coffee (And by that what we really mean is he drinks coffee like a fish).
For the most part, he tends to be rather steady and solid, speaking softly since he has the type of voice that can boom if he lets it without actually yelling. He knows he is somewhat stronger than most cats, being built that way, and so moves as carefully as he speaks. Which is hardly to say he is slow, though it may sometimes seem that way, but rather careful. He is slow to anger, but once his wrath is roused, he can be a terrifying force.
Though it's rarely shown, he has a dry sense of humor, and does not much understand the point of looking down on people, ignoring them, or insulting them. Too many times he has seen what could happen in those cases, and prefers to be as kind as he can.
Special skills: The ability to get information from people. He also can go for long periods of time with little to no sleep (though that doesn't mean he likes to).
Weaknesses: Even now, he has no idea what he’s getting into. Even after years of living in Felidae, he still doesn’t understand the type of place it is. He has a slight weakness for beautiful women. More importantly, his picture should be next to the very definition of coffee addict.
Fears: Not being worthy of his position, making mistakes that cost other people, and heights.
Likes: Lovely women, a case completed successfully, apples, and a good film.
Dislikes: The common criminal, the uncommon criminals for that matter, his father, and dirty cops. Sometimes lawyers.
History: He was born into a relatively wealthy family, and who were very Russian, missing the homeland that they barely remembered. Both his parents were surprisingly old when they had him, which gave them even less sympathy with his antics. They were rich enough to hire someone else to deal with him, and he grew up adoring his nurse more than his actual parents. When she was killed when he was barely out of his childhood, and he never forgave the city. When he was twenty-two he married a beautiful young socialite, though she was after his money far more than anything else, and was not too pleased with him remaining a police officer rather than working in some business with even more money in it. Two years after their marriage she left him for a French businessman and he got the divorce on grounds of adultery.
He was working with the police when the Great War broke out, and never volunteered, nor was called up for the draft, especially considering he was working with the police. When the Spanish Influenza broke out, he was one of the officers who after painful deliberation volunteered to do clean up duty, going around to people's houses to gather up the decomposing bodies that had in some cases been there for days. He still can't go into a morgue without wanting to throw up at the thought of that time, let alone the actual current body.
Very, very recently he was promoted to PC, and did not fully think through why such a young, though dedicated officer would get such a high office so young (It was a combination of the fact he had the relatively cleanest record and most other candidates were probably dead at that point).
Currently, there are no cats he trusts in the police department. His former partner, and one of the few cats he ever managed to trust, was shot a couple years ago, and Sonya has still not recovered from that. He keeps in touch with the tom's wife and child, but avoids them to keep from feeling guilty. It might be a large part of why he's buried himself in his job so much.
Love Interest: He may adore beautiful women, but he’s also learned to be terrified of them, and distrustful. For a while it looked like he might be starting something with a Rumpleteazer, only to have it fade away quickly due to too many differences between them.
Quotes: “Please tell me this is a joke.” And, not a quote by him but a quote for him: "Too much blood in my caffeine system."
Theme Song: Yeah, I’m going to be using “The Riddle” for this one too. He cringes at "Murder, Murder" from Jekyll and Hyde. "King of Anything" By Sara Bareilles is his newest favorite. He perked up at "Hero" by Heather Dale but I'm trying to keep him as far away from that song as possible at this point. "Mustard Gas" by the Dear Hunter, and possibly "Dangerous Game."
Code: -code removed by admin-
Color Code: Sonya Vlask skyblue
Notes: Based him off a Kurilian bobtail, a Russian breed.
Picture
Also, the whole time while writing this, I kept thinking about this comic. To the point where he’s trying so hard, and up against so much. You can do it Sonya!
Aliases: Chief, Commish, Sonny (a rather hated uncle thought it would be witty-Sonya himself does not approve).
Age: 39
Build: He’s a pretty big cat. He stands at just about 6'2''. He's not too broad shouldered, but his is rather solid, and mostly muscle. His legs are slightly longer than is the norm, and he keeps himself very fit.
Origin: His grandparents immigrated to the United States from Russia shortly after the end of the American Civil War, in about 1866. They would have done so earlier, except they decided that it might not be such a good idea with a war going on. They were aristocrats who were not pleased with the emancipation of the Serfs. They settled in Felidae, and Sonya grew up there. The family still places a lot of emphasis on Russian culture though, and he learned Russian in that household before English.
Occupation: Police Commissioner/Chief of Police of Felidae
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Silvery with black streaks. He tends to wear it short, but that doesn’t mean he always pays attention to how long it’s getting.
Scars: He has one down his left arm from a knife fight he had to break up when he was a new cop. There’s also one on his leg from a completely different situation he refuses to talk about.
Fur/Markings: His fur is silvery, with some black markings. It fluffs out around his collar, and also on his back. His ears have slight tuffs on them.
Attire: He wears grey suits of varying shades and often his ties are subtle shades. On occasion he will wear a darker suit, but black ones tend to only show up for very formal occasions, and he had never been a fan of some of the more radical color options out there.
Accessories: He has a silver pocket watch, and a ring on a chain that that he tends to wear under his clothes.
WOC: He carries a standard issue gun with him at all times. He’s also trained in the use of rifles and machine guns.
Appearance: He has a bobtail, so it’s much shorter than other cats, being maybe a fourth as long as normal. He has silver and black markings, and tends to wear variations of grey or blue clothing. He dresses professionally, more because he has to than because he would willingly. At this point he feels though that he must appear professional at all times because of his high position.
Personality: He’s too young for this. He’s also dangerously optimistic, which you think twenty some years working on the police force would have cured. Other than some rather huge blind spots about the state of affairs, he tends to be sensible, and doesn’t have much of a life outside of work. He enjoys films though, and can often be found at the cinema. Honestly, he doesn’t care much about Prohibition one way or another, except for the fact that it’s a Federal crime. He tends not to get too snarky with people, but doesn’t always have to patience to deal with his officers, especially during late nights. He has a minor addiction to coffee (And by that what we really mean is he drinks coffee like a fish).
For the most part, he tends to be rather steady and solid, speaking softly since he has the type of voice that can boom if he lets it without actually yelling. He knows he is somewhat stronger than most cats, being built that way, and so moves as carefully as he speaks. Which is hardly to say he is slow, though it may sometimes seem that way, but rather careful. He is slow to anger, but once his wrath is roused, he can be a terrifying force.
Though it's rarely shown, he has a dry sense of humor, and does not much understand the point of looking down on people, ignoring them, or insulting them. Too many times he has seen what could happen in those cases, and prefers to be as kind as he can.
Special skills: The ability to get information from people. He also can go for long periods of time with little to no sleep (though that doesn't mean he likes to).
Weaknesses: Even now, he has no idea what he’s getting into. Even after years of living in Felidae, he still doesn’t understand the type of place it is. He has a slight weakness for beautiful women. More importantly, his picture should be next to the very definition of coffee addict.
Fears: Not being worthy of his position, making mistakes that cost other people, and heights.
Likes: Lovely women, a case completed successfully, apples, and a good film.
Dislikes: The common criminal, the uncommon criminals for that matter, his father, and dirty cops. Sometimes lawyers.
History: He was born into a relatively wealthy family, and who were very Russian, missing the homeland that they barely remembered. Both his parents were surprisingly old when they had him, which gave them even less sympathy with his antics. They were rich enough to hire someone else to deal with him, and he grew up adoring his nurse more than his actual parents. When she was killed when he was barely out of his childhood, and he never forgave the city. When he was twenty-two he married a beautiful young socialite, though she was after his money far more than anything else, and was not too pleased with him remaining a police officer rather than working in some business with even more money in it. Two years after their marriage she left him for a French businessman and he got the divorce on grounds of adultery.
He was working with the police when the Great War broke out, and never volunteered, nor was called up for the draft, especially considering he was working with the police. When the Spanish Influenza broke out, he was one of the officers who after painful deliberation volunteered to do clean up duty, going around to people's houses to gather up the decomposing bodies that had in some cases been there for days. He still can't go into a morgue without wanting to throw up at the thought of that time, let alone the actual current body.
Very, very recently he was promoted to PC, and did not fully think through why such a young, though dedicated officer would get such a high office so young (It was a combination of the fact he had the relatively cleanest record and most other candidates were probably dead at that point).
Currently, there are no cats he trusts in the police department. His former partner, and one of the few cats he ever managed to trust, was shot a couple years ago, and Sonya has still not recovered from that. He keeps in touch with the tom's wife and child, but avoids them to keep from feeling guilty. It might be a large part of why he's buried himself in his job so much.
Love Interest: He may adore beautiful women, but he’s also learned to be terrified of them, and distrustful. For a while it looked like he might be starting something with a Rumpleteazer, only to have it fade away quickly due to too many differences between them.
Quotes: “Please tell me this is a joke.” And, not a quote by him but a quote for him: "Too much blood in my caffeine system."
Theme Song: Yeah, I’m going to be using “The Riddle” for this one too. He cringes at "Murder, Murder" from Jekyll and Hyde. "King of Anything" By Sara Bareilles is his newest favorite. He perked up at "Hero" by Heather Dale but I'm trying to keep him as far away from that song as possible at this point. "Mustard Gas" by the Dear Hunter, and possibly "Dangerous Game."
Code: -code removed by admin-
Color Code: Sonya Vlask skyblue
Notes: Based him off a Kurilian bobtail, a Russian breed.
Picture
Also, the whole time while writing this, I kept thinking about this comic. To the point where he’s trying so hard, and up against so much. You can do it Sonya!
