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Post by modernmotz on Aug 4, 2009 21:47:42 GMT -5
Name:Calamus Windfern
Gender:Tom
Date of Birth: May 16, 2004 (5 years)
Height: 21 cm
Sexual Preference: Pansexual (he'll go both ways as long as he's in love)
Status: Um...non-neutered, I guess
Coat Color: Grey
Coat Pattern: Tabby
Eye Color: Green
Fur Length: Shorthair
Appearance Extra: Nothing major, just some patches off his stomach from scrapping for food
History:
Calamus knew, the second he was born, he was meant to be wild. It didn't even matter that he was born in captivity, and his mother was a trained breeder. It didn't matter that as soon as he was old enough, he was put up for sale, and quickly sent to a new home.
It just didn't matter.
As soon as he could think coherently; as soon as words took the place of pictures and sensations in his mind, he resented being held back. Resented being kept from where he belonged. He longed for the feel of wind in his fur, grass on his paws. Hell, he didn't even know what it felt like, but he wanted it. He wanted it so bad.
Multiple times, he tried to escape the house of the hairless apes that kept him. Multiple times, they retained him, pulling him back. Only worse, he was a permanent house cat. Never once did he go outside, forced to remain inside.
The she-ape liked to leave the Cloths That Covered The Clear Rock* open, so it was torture.
Two springs passed. Two springs he was forced to watch from behind the Clear Rock. Meant to always watch the pretty blooming flowers, and dew drops nestling on leaves, and the sunlight glinting against the remnants of a fresh rain. Always. Alwaysalwaysalways!
And then the greatest thing that could've ever possibly happened...yeah, it happened. It began when the house started to empty. The apes' furniture was being carted off, leaving patches of carpet long untouched. And then they disappeared. At first hr was somewhat distraught...they'd left him. Fear of starvation gripped him.
And then he smelt it.
It was nothing else like he'd ever smelt before. Sweet, fresh, warm.
Quicker than he'd ever moved before, he ran towards the smell, quickly finding himself at one of the Clear Rocks. His reaction was immediately disappointment, and then...he saw. The smell, it was...air.
It was the breeze, blowing in, because the Clear Rock was lifted up, leaving a space big enough for any cat to crawl through.
And crawl through he did.
The first months, and then year and a half passed in a bit of a blur. At first, it was awful. Night huddled up shivering, and starving. Whiskers wet and tail drooping. And some nights were spend with a stomach full of squirrel, and the warmth of a dry box.
And it was always worth it. Because Calamus was finally free.
*he's referring to windows, because I didn't think he'd know the word for them
Personality:
Calamus has a rather laid back personality. His outlook on life is to enjoy life to the fullest, probably sprouting from his childhood and life there after. He finds pleasure in doing things for no reason, and can be very mischievous when he wants to be.
Although he has adopted a sense of caution from his year on the street, he's also very trusting. However, he has a good sense of character, and follows his instinct, no matter. It usually leads him in the right direction, but sometimes he's also blind to whats right in front of him.
The hunt has always appealed to him. Ever since his first kill, he tries to hunt as much as possible. Even if its not for himself, he'll give it to others for no apparent. Some mistake it for kind generosity, but in all honesty, its because he enjoys the thrill of chasing and killing.
He also holds no qualms about the gender of his mates. For him, love is more spiritual than physical, and he'd rather be with someone because of their heart, then what they're packing. He'd like to be a father, but its not a goal in his near future.
He hates structure in any form. Rules disgust him, as well as being forced to do something. He's quick to strike back against a hold anyone has on him, and is very rebellious. He's not very temperamental, but when angered, he gets very fierce. He'd rather settle things with claws, than words.
He also has a good sense of humor, as well as a bitingly sarcastic streak. He isn't the best strategist, but he's adept in fighting. In short term, he's a better quick thinker, than planning things out in advance. At any rate, he isn't exactly organized, and he also has a lousy sense of direction.
Likes:
- napping in the sunlight
- summertime
- hunting
- pranking people
- the smell of mint
- the smell of clover
- running long distances, non stop, for no reason
- being mysterious
Dislikes:
- rules
- being trapped
- having nothing to do
- cold weather
- bathing in cold weather
- climbing trees
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Your OOC Name: Motz, Modern, Motzalotz, Kat, All Of The Above
Other Characters On the Site: N/A
Side Note: Calmus is a root commonly ground up for medical uses (I mention this, because I looked it up/ I didn't even know what Calamus was). Also, I haven't roleplayed in what feels like forever. And I haven't roleplayed cats (or animals of any kind) in longer than that. Sorry if I'm rusty.
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