Post by Oliver on Aug 13, 2010 19:41:43 GMT -5
Oliver
[/color][/font]To all the people who are fighting for the broken
All the people who keep holding on to love
All the people who reaching for the lonely
Keep changing the world
Oliver is a layed back, friendly cat. The only problem is he doesn't know how to communicate well.
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who are you
name;; Kay/Oliver
gender;; Female
secret code;; admin edit
how you found us;; Castaway~
we just met
cat's name;; Oliver
gender;; Male
fixed;; Nope
years;; Nearly 1 year
brief;; Oliver is easy to get along with, and easy going. His lack of communiation has also affected his common sense. Being as he had to learn by himself.
there's a dagger
positives;; He is easy to get along with, nothing bugs him really, unless its an evil cat. He is very easygoing, and Maybe fun to be with. He doesnt voice his oppinion much.
negatives;; He is very quiet and shy. Having to grow up and learn everything on his own put quite a toll on him. He doesnt know how to socalize very well. Most of what he says comes out sounding bad, or weird.
past style;; His past was scary for him, but now it makes a good story.
personality;; He is a layed back cat. Hardly doing much that would cause a dramatice change in his life. He isn't very social because of his twisted past of growing up alone. He wants to be able to have friends, and maybe even a family, but doesn't know how to get some. Whenever he talks it normally comes out sounding rude or weird.
at my throat
fur style;; He has long white fur, that is only a different color on his face, ears, paws, and tail. Having long fur often makes him hot, but in the winter its nice and warm. He has long white whiskers that sitck out akwardly.
my eyes;; Oliver has grass green eyes. They are what some call "evil" eyes, because the shape makes him look a little angry.
build;; Oliver is quite slender, but he is built strong.
scars;; He has no scars yet, but Im sure he will soon.
appearance;; He has grass green eyes. They are often called "evil" eyes, that can scare some cats. He has long black and white fur. It is hot in the summer, nice in the winter. His whiskers are long and white. Not many cats notice his long tail. It has a small white tip.
now you know
mother;; Fang
father;; Baren
siblings;; Bones (alive?)
lovers;; None Yet
children;; No but he wants to.
friends;; None yet
other;; None
timeline;; Oliver was the smallest of the litter. His mother was a rouge and his father was a traveler. His mother left him alone in the wilderness, because she thought she could no longer take care of a kit that would most certainly die. Well he didn't die and now he wonders who his mother was. He grew up learning everything on his own. One of his siblings remains in another town, but they don't know they are related. His brother's name is unknown to him to this day unfortunately. He wonders what happened to them, but is to afraid to go find out.
roleplay me;;Soulstar padded along in the dark. She was out late, but wanter to get some fresh air. He muttered something to herself and stopped for a moment. He continued to mutter and then started to walk again. She thought that if any cat where to see her they would think her crazy. Although she didn't even know what she was uttering the words just seemed to fall out of her soft black muzzle. A breeze blew in from the west causing her black fur to ruffle. She gave it a disapproving look and continued padding along. The earth beneath her was soft and cold. It was rich soil thats why so many plants grow here. The night reminded her of an odd story an elder told her once. She shook her head at the thought. Pawstep by pawstep she came closer to an unsuspecting mouse. Turing her ears toward the scrabble of the small creature. Stopping only to take in a whiff of its scent to determine where it was. Legs ready to spring, claws aching to feel the warm blood. Pouncing the mouse made a squeak and tryed to run, but it was stopped dead in its tracks. She had caught it. Her nostrils filled with the scent of blood and mouse. Her teeth sinking into its neck. Smiling she took a quick bite. It was warm and full of flavor. Licking the blood off a whisker she raised her head to look at a bush. It rustled. A pair of ice blue eyes could be seen through the green leaves. Her fur bristled. 'Dare a rogue attack me?' She thought to herself. The eyes moved from side to side before coming closer. A slender white tom slinked out of the bush. She froze. 'it can't be!' her mind raced. "Hello Soulshadow." He said smiling.