Post by Mistystar on Dec 16, 2012 15:20:32 GMT -5
Name: Trevor
Age (in moons): 24
Gender: Tom
Allegiance: Kittypet
Appearance: Trevor is a skinny black-and-white tom with a notably handsome face. He has vibrant green eyes that he uses to woo everyone around him into giving him what he wants. He's an average size, but he has a long tail and big ears that keep him looking young and adorable, which he loves.
Personality: He's a terrible flirt - in both senses of the word. He flirts with everything that moves, and he does it awfully. Still, it's not so much romance he's after but getting what he wants from others. He's not an evil cat, but he is extremely manipulative. He's also got the kind of demeanor that if he told you to go to hell, you would look forward to the journey. He's a master with words, and is exceedingly good at being well-liked by just about anybody.
But, of course, the relationships he does have are shallow. He doesn't have friends, just tools. He uses other cats and then dumps them whenever he feels he doesn't need them anymore. He's a very lonely cat despite everyone in the next ten blocks knowing his name. Still, as long as he gets what he wants, he doesn't really care all that much.
History: Trevor grew up as an only kit to not only an attentive mother but housefolk that loved to spoil him. They knew exactly what he wanted with every little mew, and handed it to him. He was very used to getting all the love, care, and attention he wanted, not to mention the best food and toys his housefolk could buy. He was the light of everyone's life in that house.
Unfortunately, his mother became very ill when Trevor was about six moons old. She'd contracted a disease that was slowly killing her, and all of his housefolk's resources were going into her care. Used to being the center of attention, Trevor spent the first couple of months whining over how his food's quality had lowered, and how when he broke a toy he didn't get a new one. A good scolding from his ill mother got him to shut up in the house, at least, but he didn't stop wanting the best.
His housefolk started to let him outside as an answer to his incorrigible behavior in the house, and he quickly realized that he could become friends with other kittypets on the street. He started wandering into their houses with them, and once their housefolk got a look at his tags, they didn't mind him coming in every now and then. Essentially he weaseled his way into getting a free ride at every cat's house, and hardly even goes into his own house anymore. His mother passed away about a moon ago, and he does miss her, but he prefers the freedom of wandering from home to home now.
Age (in moons): 24
Gender: Tom
Allegiance: Kittypet
Appearance: Trevor is a skinny black-and-white tom with a notably handsome face. He has vibrant green eyes that he uses to woo everyone around him into giving him what he wants. He's an average size, but he has a long tail and big ears that keep him looking young and adorable, which he loves.
Personality: He's a terrible flirt - in both senses of the word. He flirts with everything that moves, and he does it awfully. Still, it's not so much romance he's after but getting what he wants from others. He's not an evil cat, but he is extremely manipulative. He's also got the kind of demeanor that if he told you to go to hell, you would look forward to the journey. He's a master with words, and is exceedingly good at being well-liked by just about anybody.
But, of course, the relationships he does have are shallow. He doesn't have friends, just tools. He uses other cats and then dumps them whenever he feels he doesn't need them anymore. He's a very lonely cat despite everyone in the next ten blocks knowing his name. Still, as long as he gets what he wants, he doesn't really care all that much.
History: Trevor grew up as an only kit to not only an attentive mother but housefolk that loved to spoil him. They knew exactly what he wanted with every little mew, and handed it to him. He was very used to getting all the love, care, and attention he wanted, not to mention the best food and toys his housefolk could buy. He was the light of everyone's life in that house.
Unfortunately, his mother became very ill when Trevor was about six moons old. She'd contracted a disease that was slowly killing her, and all of his housefolk's resources were going into her care. Used to being the center of attention, Trevor spent the first couple of months whining over how his food's quality had lowered, and how when he broke a toy he didn't get a new one. A good scolding from his ill mother got him to shut up in the house, at least, but he didn't stop wanting the best.
His housefolk started to let him outside as an answer to his incorrigible behavior in the house, and he quickly realized that he could become friends with other kittypets on the street. He started wandering into their houses with them, and once their housefolk got a look at his tags, they didn't mind him coming in every now and then. Essentially he weaseled his way into getting a free ride at every cat's house, and hardly even goes into his own house anymore. His mother passed away about a moon ago, and he does miss her, but he prefers the freedom of wandering from home to home now.
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