Post by VictoriaWhiteCat on Oct 11, 2014 13:56:28 GMT
Cat’s Name: Victoria
Membership: Jellicle Tribe
Age: Teen
Family: Born to the queen Rose, sister of Griddlebone, and deceased father Apollo
Appearance:
Personality: Victoria is very shy and timid around people she doesn't know. She is different from her friends, the cat loves to dance. She is known as the most graceful cat in the tribe, her dance opening every Jellicle ball. She hates cats that show off, except the famous Tugger. She's quite, a bit of a unique amongst the kitten clan. Victoria is often spotted with her gleaming white coat by street cats. She is terrified of them.
History: She was born to Rose, sister of Griddlebone, while the den was surrounded by Pollicles. Rose ran with Victoria, away. Rose died of malnutrition, while Victoria was found by Jellylorum. She was then introduced to the Jellicles. She made friends with Jemima, Electra, Plato, and Quaxo. She developed her dancing when her toy got stuck in a fence. She leaped gracefully and down again. Jemima gasped, mouth open. She's danced ever since.
Desired Pairings: Plato/Victoria and Quaxo/Victoria
Roleplaying Sample: To Victoria, is was like everything happened in slow motion. She was pulled back by the black-and-white tuxedo tom, him whispering. Her white fur had blushed profusely. The next second, the lighting bolt shot out of his paw. It crackled and lit up in a blue glow, and she knew the Pollicle would be harmed. He wouldn't be as gentle as he was with her at the Ball. The dog went flying, it's drool showering everyone. She ducked behind Quaxo and grasped his shoulder tightly. She smiled. The beast flew to the right and slammbed into a brick wall. The wall trembled and a huge chunk of rock burst out of it. It flew toward Quaxo with a blinding speed. "QUAXO!" She yelled. Before it could hit him, however, her instincts kicked in. Victoria shoved out from behind him, growled, and flung herself in front of him. The rocked in her in the shoulder and she slammed against the floor, six feet behind the magician. Her collerbone was stripped of it's fur, her skin exposed with blood gushing out onto her white fur. She groaned and could barely see. Her clavicle hurt so, so bad.
How often can you be on?: Very Often.
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Membership: Jellicle Tribe
Age: Teen
Family: Born to the queen Rose, sister of Griddlebone, and deceased father Apollo
Appearance:
Personality: Victoria is very shy and timid around people she doesn't know. She is different from her friends, the cat loves to dance. She is known as the most graceful cat in the tribe, her dance opening every Jellicle ball. She hates cats that show off, except the famous Tugger. She's quite, a bit of a unique amongst the kitten clan. Victoria is often spotted with her gleaming white coat by street cats. She is terrified of them.
History: She was born to Rose, sister of Griddlebone, while the den was surrounded by Pollicles. Rose ran with Victoria, away. Rose died of malnutrition, while Victoria was found by Jellylorum. She was then introduced to the Jellicles. She made friends with Jemima, Electra, Plato, and Quaxo. She developed her dancing when her toy got stuck in a fence. She leaped gracefully and down again. Jemima gasped, mouth open. She's danced ever since.
Desired Pairings: Plato/Victoria and Quaxo/Victoria
Roleplaying Sample: To Victoria, is was like everything happened in slow motion. She was pulled back by the black-and-white tuxedo tom, him whispering. Her white fur had blushed profusely. The next second, the lighting bolt shot out of his paw. It crackled and lit up in a blue glow, and she knew the Pollicle would be harmed. He wouldn't be as gentle as he was with her at the Ball. The dog went flying, it's drool showering everyone. She ducked behind Quaxo and grasped his shoulder tightly. She smiled. The beast flew to the right and slammbed into a brick wall. The wall trembled and a huge chunk of rock burst out of it. It flew toward Quaxo with a blinding speed. "QUAXO!" She yelled. Before it could hit him, however, her instincts kicked in. Victoria shoved out from behind him, growled, and flung herself in front of him. The rocked in her in the shoulder and she slammed against the floor, six feet behind the magician. Her collerbone was stripped of it's fur, her skin exposed with blood gushing out onto her white fur. She groaned and could barely see. Her clavicle hurt so, so bad.
How often can you be on?: Very Often.
Comments: N/A