Post by Crystal Frozensea on Jun 5, 2009 12:52:01 GMT -5
Name: Crystal Frozensea Gender: male Date of Birth:August 19, 2008 Height: 21 cm. Sexual Preference:straight Status: not neutered
Coat Color: gray Coat Pattern: stripes Eye Color: light blue Fur Length: long Appearance Extra:a navy blue collar
History: Crystal was born into a family with 3 kids. He was given as a gift to the kids grandfather who lived in a nearby town. The old man lived in a small cabin on the outskirts of town. Crystal remembers arriving there and thinking he had been locked in a closet. It was hot and the old man didn't do much except sit in his rocking chair and watch the small t.v his grand kids had given him.
At first Crystal liked this house, it had new smells, new places to explore. But it was small and he was lonely. It seemed as if his new owner couldn't care less that he was even there. He never even pet him. Ever. Him being this lonely led to him not talking. Eventually Crystal grew bored and started to feel claustrophobic in this small cabin. He'd sit in the window sill and look out at the distant town and wonder if he was meant to do more in life than spend it in here.
But he was much too scared to be alone. He knew he was different and was afraid of other cats. But staying in here wouldn't help. So everyday he'd jump onto that window sill and think of a plan that would most likely never happen. Wait for the old man to get the paper and make a run for it. Take a right at the big tree and run all the way to the town. Then the time would come and he would chicken out.
And when he got to town, what would he do? What was it like? Were there more old men? Was there meow mix waiting for him in a bowl? These questions would run through his head so many times it would drive him crazy. As if he wasn't already enough. But it gave him something to do, gave him a reason to stay alive. He had his little fantasy and that could satisfy him, for now.
After a few months of living there he got restless. The fantasy wasn't enough anymore. He wanted it to be a reality. But now he had to fight his fears of the outside world if he wanted to get anywhere. So one morning he sat by the door, his whole body shaking with anxiety and fear. The old man came out with his crooked gait and his cane and turned the knob. The second it was wide enough Crystal bolted. Though he was clumsy and stumbled all the way there, he was going pretty fast. It was all adrenaline and fear.
He didn't pay attention to what was around him or stop to investigate. He just ran and ran. Every once in a while a human or dog would make a sound which would just give him another jolt of fear and make him run faster. He had never seen a dog before until now. Nothing was more scary. Big, slobbering, barking beasts.
When he got to an alley it was about mid day. He stopped behind a dumpster and just heaved and heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Every hair on his pelt was sticking up, as if electricity was running through his fur. Thats when a cat approached him. He didn't even know how to talk to this cat. He arched his back, eyes wide and ran. He stopped in a small fores and tried to sleep without much luck. All he could do was just watch out for anything to come near him. Even something as small as a mouse would make him jump.
Running away now seemed like the stupidest thing that he had ever done. He didn't know what to eat, where to go or how to talk to other animals. He was left to just figure it out all on his own, or someone could help him..but who would want to help and OCD cat? Personality:First of all, Crystal's got OCD. He obsessed over the oddest things, some physical and some mental. He cant step on cracks, dried leaves, must only take 6 bites out of every meal, and must twitch his ears 3 times before going to bed. He has a habit of over thinking things and is very timid around cats. He scared of cats and scared to be humiliated.
Crystal enjoys being alone where he is safe. Thats the only thing he wants in life is to be safe. He is a very stressed and anxious cat and worries way more than a regular cat should. He hates when cats try to do something for him, he'd rather do it himself. He also doesn't trust anyone. Never has and believes that he never will.
Now if you were to confront him when he wasn't freaked out and scared, he has the potential to be very kind. But most cats don't even want to take time to know this psycho little cat, which tells you why he doesn't like interacting with cats. His fear of being different and weird.
His other fears include water, loud noises, being humiliated, not knowing where he is, having someone break his rules, and fighting. He's nearly a pacifist. Not because he doesn't believe in fighting, but he doesn't know how. He'd rather just run. It was easy and it worked. Not to mention Crystal was pretty fast.
That was another thing he was humiliated about. His name. Crystal seemed more of a female name to him. His mother told him otherwise, but he remembered his brother's having tough names. Then there was him, Crystal. He was so ashamed of everything about himself.
Crystal always wondered exactly what love is. He had never loved anyone. He hadn't known his family long enough to love them, and he definitely didn't love the old man. It was something that sparked his interest though and found it interesting to see a family that loved each other. For whatever reason it fascinated him. Maybe because he didn't get the chance.
A way of calm ling himself is day dreaming. Crystal will often think about what could've been his life. Could've, would've, should've. He'll also try to remember his old family, or just make one up. It would make him feel good and sometimes help him sleep. But that made it all the more hard to wake up to reality.
The simplest of tasks can overwhelm him but he doesn't give up on anything. Well at least her tries not to. He always does his best in everything he does and just wants to please others.
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