Soul Dreamcatcher

[Soul Dreamcatcher]

Name: Soul Dreamcatcher Gender: Male. Date of Birth: October 10th, 2007. Height: 24 cm. Sexual Preference: Straight. Status: Not neutered. Coat Color: Gold. Coat Pattern: Tabby. Eye Color: Amber. Fur Length: Short. Appearance Extra: Nothing extremely noticable. History: Soul doesn't remember anything of his childhood- he doesn't know where he came from, who his parents were, nothing at all. His earliest memory was waking up on a huge, grassy hill under a massive oak tree with the stars in the sky, and going from there. It was the first thing he saw, so beautiful, and it's helped mold him into what he is today. Captivated by the stars, it continues to humble him to know that however strong he may become, however many friends and enemies he makes, there's still something so big out there to make you feel so insignificant. But even with the beautiful greeting, Soul was panicking. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know who he was, and his distress led him to run straight across the endless grassy plains until he saw something in the distance, with lots of lights... When Soul took himself into town, he didn't know how things worked, of course. He was lost and scared, so he was quickly picked up by the stray cat handlers and taken to a shelter, which was actually a horrible place. They were underfed, and had little room to move around- Soul grew sick and was on the verge of dying when the shelter was shut down and all the animals were taken into protective care. Soul was nursed back into health, but for a small amount of time generally ignored by the other cats. There was nothing particularily wrong with him, but he didn't know anything about the world outside the horrible shelter so there was nothing he could talk about, and besides that, he hadn't made any bonds with any others whilst everyone else already had existing friends. He was along for most of the passing weeks until with a tall man who apparently had dreams of starting his own circus came by looking for a quiet, but at the same time happy and energentic kitten. Soul fit the bill perfectly, so the man came by daily to take special care of his favorite cat until after a few weeks he adopted him all together. The night he went home with the Maestro, Soul announced that since he didn't have a real one, July tenth was his new birthday. The day when he was truly born, since the cat was in a semi-permaneant daze up until that point with no outisde influences to mold him into the cat he now is. He was, at the moment, a doctor, and made enough money, but when he and Soul bonded and the man took him to his home- that's when he finally found the motivation to start up his dream, with Soul as one of the main acts. They trained for amazing long times, working late into the night, but Soul was dedicated to the Maestro and worked diligently, not tiring for even longer than him. By the time four months had passed, Soul was already able to do many household stunts, and even did tricks on an elephants back for one part. He was able to leap in swirls and even learned to walk on his front paws- a hard feet for a cat. Life with the Maestro was nice- they lived in a modest house, with no type of mistress or kits around the house. One instant, when soul jumped up onto the Maestro's bed and curling up on the bottom right corner where he usually slept, his eye caught something. It looks like a spiders web, but it was much more complex than that, with little beads and feathers that fell from it in elegant strands and whisps, the colors blending together and dazzling him even more than the stars above- and that was saying something. Upon the careful scrutiny, the Maestro couldn't help but realize that Soul was obsessing over the small item that had been hidden by his pillows up until this particular night where he happened to be changing the pillow cases. With a deepy, hearty laugh, the man explained that he was quite superstitious and that the small item was called a dreamcatcher. It was supposed to catch all the bad dreams in its careful web and filter them out until only your best memories were permetted to be woven into your good night's sleep. Soul was dazed by the explanation, and from that day forth not only did the golden tabby sleep close to the ornament, but for lack of an original took it as his last name and always loving it when the off-chance occurred and someone asked if it had any sort of special meaning behind it. After the story was told in his conspirational, deep voice, he had girls all over him. Perverted mutt. This bliss lasted for another six months, but then the Maestro came down with a terrible case of pneumonia, and died shortly after. Soul was sent into a hard depression for a week straight, not eating and barely drinking enough to keep himself from getting sick. But when it was time to be taken to a new shelter, he remembered the last time that happened and went running down the street- running down the path to becoming a stray. Soul never really got over his master's death, but realized it was much better to have a friendly attitude. You shouldn't brood over something unfixable- take it as it is and be grateful. After that, he developed into the childish cat he is now, and the dog no one forgets about- whether they like him or not. The tom always goes out of his way to earn praise, stretches himself beyond his limits to make sure he always looks the part of a happy and energetic orange tabby, although on mnay occasions he still has strange dreams about a younger him. He makes it his mission to try and make everyone he meets like him, although it can be tough with the dark, emo types. Eventually he can break even the toughest or shells into pieces, taking insults and accusations from them along the way in stride until they hit the point where they hate him so much they can't help but befriend him. Personality: Soul's the type of character you'll never forget. He's really playful, quite childish actually, but in reality very ambitious, even though he probably wouldn't admit it since it goes against his carefree attitude. He's also flirtatious, and really chivalrous too. Don't be offended if he starts hitting on you, because he does that with every she-cat thats of age. It'd upset him if you mistaked it as piggishness, so know that he's only joking around as a kitten might, since he's one in all but physical characteristics. Soul was already an entire year old when he lost his memories. Soul really doesn't need to hear you say 'grow up' to know that he should. People are usually attracted to his upbeat personality though, so he's met lots of people in his past. He loves to annoy people, especially the serious type, and is one of those types of personalities that always tried to impress others, and loves praise. Although his strength is more limited than others, it'd be a mistake to take him lightly. He actually doesn't mind fighting, although he isn't one to pick them deliberately, even try to settle things peacefully before he'd attack another. One of his best attributes when it comes to battle is his skill in acrobatics from his years in the circus, so can maneuver amazingly well and is quite fast, although thats not too surprising considering his lean form and short fur. Soul is also always the first one to attempt crazy stunts, to try new things, and taste unidentifiable objects. Always rambling on about how life is so short and that you should make precious memories, happy ones, before it's too late and there's nothing left, or it disappears altogether. In a way, there's never been anyone who has completely understood Soul, and he hopes that maybe someday he'll come across someone who can figure him out and say the right things in the most pressured of moments. It's a faint dream that's lost to most and almost always ending up being unachiveable, but one that he can't help but yearn for anyway. Occasionally when it's needed, Soul's mature side comes out, and he can even be sincerely sweet, but it's hard to get him to be serious since he prefers joking and laughing, and really just doesn't take anything heavily. This doesn't mean he isn't sensitive like every other cat out there, he has his soft spots. Especially about the fact that he lost his memories- bring that up and he'll immedietly go quiet- even asking him a question like "where did you come from" would trigger it. He'd probably cover it up with a joke like 'Well, when a mommy and daddy love each..." but smiles are just fronts in too many instances like this. Be careful what you say to him, since a lot of people come up with the false truth that people who don't back down after being chastized and shot down are invulnerable and invincible. Image: Your OOC Name: Apo! Other Characters On the Site: Moon Coldbite.