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The-Blue-Tides App: Crowley

DoctorCritical

Published: Mar 20, 2013

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_{Hell yeah my activity earned me a third character kuhahaha >D I didn't plan for this to happen (I didn't specifically make myself more active so that I could make a third character), but then I made Crowley and...sobs I couldn't help it, I love him so much I couldn't NOT put him in this group ;u; Not to mention how much I love this group; everyone seems so unified and happy RPing together, I'm so glad I was convinced to join <3

Name
Crowley

Rank
Loner

Age
5 years (60 moons)

Gender
Male, tom

Orientation
Asexual (neutered)

Breed
Some odd mix of...lots of different things, he's guessing.

Clan
None, he's a loner ;D

Personality
[Chill] l [Empathetic] l [Eccentric] l [Daredevil]

[Chill]: The ultimate in icy coolness, it takes a lot for Crowley to freak out about anything. This isn't because he lacks passion for anything, but he knows how to take the good with the bad, and he figures that life is too short to spend it all worrying about something he can't control. He doesn't sweat the small stuff; also, because of this, he often treads very heavily around others, not taking into account that others often aren't the same way. but maybe that could be blamed on his massive mixed-breed paws.

[Empathetic]: Crowley can very easily see a problem from another cat's point of view, often making him approachable in times of need. This is also why he rarely gets into arguments with others; whenever he disagrees with someone, he tries his hardest to understand the situation from their stance until he solves the issue. Either that, or he spends so long trying to think it through that he just gets bored of being mad, cools off, and leaves to go do something else.

[Eccentric]: This is a weird cat. Not like, insane weird, but living alone for some time has allowed him to develop some very odd habits and creature comforts that other cats would deem inexplicably strange. To name one, he's always facing westward, no matter where he's standing; he won't step on three rocks in a row, even if there's water between, and he simply will not touch birds, though whether it is out of taste or fondness for the animals he has no idea. He also has a sort of league of superstitions that he follows to the letter, including not letting black cats cross his path directly.

[Daredevil]: If someone challenges him to something dangerous, you bet your ass he'll do it, even if it kills him in the end. He loves the feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins, and often makes risky choices and takes careless paths just for the fun of it. Over the years, he's been dared by several cats to do quite a series of things; this includes securing the whisker of a sleeping fox, stealing several pieces of fresh kill from any of the clans' territories, and holding a deathberry on his tongue while reciting the warrior code.

[Rogue]: At the end of the day, Crowley can't be anything but his usual loner self, no matter how he tries to avoid it. Living alone has inevitably changed his mannerisms, and he sometimes has issues putting the welfare of others before his own; not out of unkindness, but simply out of lack of forethought. He knows very little of clan life, and at times it confuses him, even though he's managed to learn the basics just for survival's sake. And no matter how hard he tries to act like a gentlemanly, sorted-out tom, in his chest still beats the heart of a lovable loner, straight to his core.

History
Quite regrettably, there is very little to Crowley's background. He was born to a housecat named Bella when she escaped her home and mated with an unknown tom from around the neighbourhood; this is where she claims he got his wild nature, and right from the beginning the two of them knew Crowley was never suited for life around a house. While his brothers and sisters were soft and coloured like pastries, he was jet black, and his fur jutted from his body at odd, sharp angles like the spines of a porcupine. While the rest of his family napped in the sun, he tore around the house, attacking feet and darting around corners at invisible prey; while his siblings all quietly ate their dinner, he lay stretched in the middle of the room on his back, breathing deeply as he dreamt of adventure.

One morning, several weeks after Crowley's brothers and sisters had all found their own homes, his master's oldest daughter decided to try her hand at playing with the unruly tom. She approached the young cat as he slept in the sock drawer, and made to pick him up, gently taking him around the chest to lift him upwards; Crowley, surprised at the sudden contact, yowled, spitting and sinking his needle-sharp claws in the girl's hand. She yelled a curse and dropped him, beginning to rub her now-bleeding hand. While he was a kitten, his violent nature was cute, endearing even - but now he was a force to be reckoned with, and the family began to see that he was not meant to be an indoor pet.

His food and water began to be placed outside, and the family decided to allow him to be an outdoor cat, taking in the wilderness in his lungs and sustaining the free feeling of tearing around unbound by the laws of human space. They still loved him, and cared for him whenever he came back perhaps once out of every three or four weeks...but as far as he was concerned, Crowley was a free tom, and he could wander about as he pleased without any reprecussions. He now lives in the forest of the clan cats, without returning to the house of his human companions for many a moon, presumably living the same life as his father as a tom of the wilderness.

Family
Mother- Bella
Still lives in the Twoleg house, content both with her life as well as her son's chosen path. A sweet and kind-natured she-cat with soft silver fur.

Father- unknown
A tom who roamed the neighbourhood, presumably a dark-coloured cat with wild blood.

Siblings-
Kiki - *HipsterSocks
Cole - *Eesiree

Moose, a silver tabby tom, slow and somewhat dim - free for roleplay
Kora, a white she-cat, stubborn and distant - free for roleplay

Relationships
Earthfang
"WOW, is this she-cat great! I mean, she's just so perfect, and beautiful and smart and... man, then she looks at me with those eyes, and I think my heart starts beating so fast it feels like it's gonna break outta my chest and... And I fell for her so fast; I'd only known her for a day before we hit it off! I think maybe this is what having a soul mate means - I hope she loves me as much as I love her, because there's no way in hell she can get rid of me now. <3"

RP Example
Crowley was awoken rather rudely by the sensation of falling out of a tree.
He shifted to his paws, his body aching all over as he shook himself free of leaves and blades of grass from the ground floor. With a glare and flattened ears, the tom shot a revengeful glance at the tree's limb; it had been so promising when he collapsed upon it the night before with such conviction, and now look where it had gotten him? Useless branch. Stretching his long limbs forward with a wide-jawed yawn, Crowley quickly found himself over the unpleasant surprise, and instead decided to focus his energy on finding a little something to eat...just the thought of a meal made his stomach growl. He could always go back to the human nest and eat from his always-filled bowl, but he had to wonder what fun there was in that as he began padding off across the small piece of land he called his own...after all, loners didn't always have the dependence of his owners to rely on. Rolling his shoulders, Crowley began scenting the air, tasting the scent of several delicious meals...well, he supposed he'd better get started.

Other
pending

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HowDoIWorkThisThing

May 31, 2015

I love the facial expressions