04-30-2018, 05:04 AM
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Approximately 26; appears as 14-18 | Birthday somewhere in December | Ages realtime
TNW: Flintlock Lodge | Loyal to people, not groups | NPC X NPC | No siblings
Demisexual panromantic | Single | Scared of relationships
Caucasian | Reference & Reference
— 4'11 typically between 85 and 100 lbs. Slim and fragile.
— Sickly pale skin, extremely messy light brown hair
— Soft green eyes, has a blue starry backpack
— Wears a single paid of pajamas which are brown plaid. Has blue bunny slippers
— Coated in mud and dirt. Hasn't bathed in ages, smells like literal garbage. Tends to attract gnats and flies
50% HEALTH | Has one large gash down his back that zags a bit down. Has a thin but long scar down the bottom of his left arm. Covered in bruises, has a healing busted lip. Nose is broken. Small scar down side of cheek. He has numerous scars down his back and legs. Constantly sore. Struggles with hypersomnia, depression, IED and PTSD.
Trope & Trope & Trope | personality here
55/100 Physical Difficulty | 80/100 Psychological Difficulty | 40/100 Short-Term Recovery
Cat tends to have a lack of strength due to multiple reasons, but he fights as viciously as he can and knows how to keep himself alive even if he gets battered in the process. He's quick and uses his size to his advantage, but relies heavily on weapons.
— Carries a knife at all times in pockets
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but won't be reacted to very well.[/spoiler]
It moved by quickly, and the second his sleeve was released he jerked up. His eyes were unfocused, only his instincts drilled in his head that he needed to move away, keep away from danger. Cat swipes his clothes up, his gaze indignant as he scrambles away from the goats. The second he was considered safe, his mind forgot anything of what happened when he heard Joseph's words. The desire to defend filled him. Whether or not Joseph had meant it for him, Cat heard somebody called a dumbass, and he was definitely not going to sit and possibly be who Joseph meant it for. The teeny horses with horns attacked him, he didn't yell or swear at them before, he had just minded his own business! He was very smart, Cat tried to assure himself that. Cat was the only one allowed to call Cat a dumbass, not this guy, or anyone else.
"Are you fuckin' talkin' about me? You're not callin' me the dumbass, right?" He demanded, though part of him sounded like he was searching for reassurance, his small form jumping on one foot while the other stuck out pushing into the slipper, hobbling to the entrance. "My clothes are fuckin' good." He added defensively, his voice self-assured despite his mind racing in turmoil as it thought of all the ways he might be wrong. He hadn't even thought to say thank you, his mind only involved with his own self-interest.
Roque's arrival furthered his embarrasment as his foot set back down. It was worse with someone fussing over him. His typically sickly white face grew pink though hard to see in the darkness, and he shrugged dusting off his sleeve. "Yeah, I'm - it's fuckin' whatever, what happened doesn't matter. Just some shitty animals, and, um - he ... helped me." At the last realization, surprise entered his voice, gaze lingering on Joseph before anxiously jerking away. He listened a bit, and his mind, well, when he heard goat it went blank. "Th' fuckin' hell is a goat?" He hesitantly asked. Fuck. He was being so proud, he - he's lost sight of his safety concerning over whether he was dumb or not. The more he stayed here, the more anxious he felt. He was crammed in a room full of animals and two people who probably really hated him now. This was just great. He backed a bit closer to the door, desiring to run away or to hide somewhere, looking down as he shuffled his hands into pajama pockets. "Shit - well - sorry, uh - to wake everyone up. But I'm gonna... Go fuckin' find a place to sleep. Away from shit." What had just been an overwhelming challenge to fight had already calmed into him awkwardly trying to leave, realizing that if Roque and Joseph wanted to, they could very easily kill him. Hurt him. In whatever sick ways they wanted. He can't trust them, even with Joseph getting the goats away and Roque being way too nice. And them not knowing each other. But Cat couldn't be sure at this point.
[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=A CAT HAS NINE LIVES | TAGS; 4/28/2018]Jonathan Cat Hunter | Introduced + only known as Cat | Cisgender male, he/him"Are you fuckin' talkin' about me? You're not callin' me the dumbass, right?" He demanded, though part of him sounded like he was searching for reassurance, his small form jumping on one foot while the other stuck out pushing into the slipper, hobbling to the entrance. "My clothes are fuckin' good." He added defensively, his voice self-assured despite his mind racing in turmoil as it thought of all the ways he might be wrong. He hadn't even thought to say thank you, his mind only involved with his own self-interest.
Roque's arrival furthered his embarrasment as his foot set back down. It was worse with someone fussing over him. His typically sickly white face grew pink though hard to see in the darkness, and he shrugged dusting off his sleeve. "Yeah, I'm - it's fuckin' whatever, what happened doesn't matter. Just some shitty animals, and, um - he ... helped me." At the last realization, surprise entered his voice, gaze lingering on Joseph before anxiously jerking away. He listened a bit, and his mind, well, when he heard goat it went blank. "Th' fuckin' hell is a goat?" He hesitantly asked. Fuck. He was being so proud, he - he's lost sight of his safety concerning over whether he was dumb or not. The more he stayed here, the more anxious he felt. He was crammed in a room full of animals and two people who probably really hated him now. This was just great. He backed a bit closer to the door, desiring to run away or to hide somewhere, looking down as he shuffled his hands into pajama pockets. "Shit - well - sorry, uh - to wake everyone up. But I'm gonna... Go fuckin' find a place to sleep. Away from shit." What had just been an overwhelming challenge to fight had already calmed into him awkwardly trying to leave, realizing that if Roque and Joseph wanted to, they could very easily kill him. Hurt him. In whatever sick ways they wanted. He can't trust them, even with Joseph getting the goats away and Roque being way too nice. And them not knowing each other. But Cat couldn't be sure at this point.
Approximately 26; appears as 14-18 | Birthday somewhere in December | Ages realtime
TNW: Flintlock Lodge | Loyal to people, not groups | NPC X NPC | No siblings
Demisexual panromantic | Single | Scared of relationships
Caucasian | Reference & Reference
— 4'11 typically between 85 and 100 lbs. Slim and fragile.
— Sickly pale skin, extremely messy light brown hair
— Soft green eyes, has a blue starry backpack
— Wears a single paid of pajamas which are brown plaid. Has blue bunny slippers
— Coated in mud and dirt. Hasn't bathed in ages, smells like literal garbage. Tends to attract gnats and flies
50% HEALTH | Has one large gash down his back that zags a bit down. Has a thin but long scar down the bottom of his left arm. Covered in bruises, has a healing busted lip. Nose is broken. Small scar down side of cheek. He has numerous scars down his back and legs. Constantly sore. Struggles with hypersomnia, depression, IED and PTSD.
Trope & Trope & Trope | personality here
55/100 Physical Difficulty | 80/100 Psychological Difficulty | 40/100 Short-Term Recovery
Cat tends to have a lack of strength due to multiple reasons, but he fights as viciously as he can and knows how to keep himself alive even if he gets battered in the process. He's quick and uses his size to his advantage, but relies heavily on weapons.
— Carries a knife at all times in pockets
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but won't be reacted to very well.[/spoiler]