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Post by [[ShAdYCaUStI]] on Jun 1, 2011 21:01:42 GMT -5
Name: Jasper
Rank: Loner
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None, though he hung around TimberClan for quite a while some moons ago...
Kin/Mate: None, currently, though he's had his share of mates, if you could call them that. He likes to break hearts.
Pelt: Jasper's pelt is a solid dark grey all over, unbroken by any distinctive markings or scars. His fur is short and thick and even over his entire body, with the exception of longer fur under his chin that gives him a rather distinguished look - on any other cat it would look ridiculous, but on Jasper is has the opposite effect. His form is long and lithe, long-legged, with a ridiculously long tail that he carries with the air of a king. His head suggests Siamese blood somewhere, far back, with its unique triangular shape and pointed muzzle, and he has a curious habit of cocking one ear up and flattening the other; it gives him an unbalanced, rakish look. Every movement he makes is precise, designed to draw attention. He carries himself with a debonair grace that makes no apology. His appearance is calculatedly casual, and always handsome.
Eyes: The tom’s eyes are green, darker at the outer edges and slanted upward at the outside corners. He usually keeps them half-lidded, which gives him a languid, nonchalant appearance. He winks occasionally, slowly, deliberately – usually at a pretty she-cat. His eyes are expressive and can convey many emotions – but mostly these emotions are a façade, and he keeps his real feelings to himself. He lets show enough to reel in the ladies.
Personality: Jasper is a loner for a reason. He is hugely egocentric, incredibly conceited, and coldly ruthless. He wanders through life with only one purpose – his own gratification – and if he ever thinks about the pain he leaves in his wake, it’s with an amused chuckle. He personally feels very little sentimental emotion. He views every she-cat as a conquest to be made, every rejection as a challenge. He is a witty conversationalist, a brilliant warrior, and a clever manipulator, and he uses all of these to his advantage. He likes to waltz in, secure a she-cat’s affections and then glide out. Some of this perhaps stems from his need to control and to feed his ego. He will do almost anything to look good, but he’s also a farsighted thinker and knows how to cover his tracks and keep from ending up in more trouble. He loved once and it stung, and with his personality it wasn’t difficult to close off all walls to true feelings and live off the ego-trip he gets from his flirtatious encounters. To anyone meeting him he seems cheerful, careless, relaxed, eager to be amused and to please. He seems courteous, almost archaically so, with his lavish compliments – always with a gleam in his eye so that they can’t quite be taken seriously – and his debonair conversation. He’ll court a lady until he loses interest, and then slip out of her life as casually as he slipped in.
History: Jasper’s mother was a loner. He was the only surviving kit in his litter, which perhaps contributed to her devotion to him. She taught him well how to live her life, how to be seen only when he wished to be, how to hunt well and fight dearly, how to treat strangers diplomatically and cautiously when they could not be avoided. One day she simply disappeared and never returned. It is perhaps from this perceived abandonment that his lack of any serious commitment or relationship stems, but if he ever thinks of his mother anymore, he chooses to remember only the good and none of the pain. Some moons after her defection, he began watching TimberClan from a distance, curious at the cats’ interactions and the strangeness of the hierarchy to his independent mind. He roved around, but often came back to watch, usually scornfully. His flirtatious escapades began early, and there were too many to mention any but one. A pretty silvery-grey she-cat caught his eye one day as he was watching TimberClan. He took her cheerful air as a challenge and, with a flick of his long tail, leapt from his perch and pranced into her life. Windsong, then just newly the medicinecat of the clan, fell in love with him. He dallied with her longer than he had with any other cat and then, realizing his danger of awakening some kind of deeper feeling in his superficial nature, Jasper left. Since then he has roved all over, but kept some distance from TimberClan, despite infrequent urges to return and watch the clan he had almost adopted.
Other: …none? Except the disclaimer that I kind of powerplayed Smokeh’s charrie in the history, but I also kind of had permission, so she has to decide whether this bio is good to go or not… and the fact that I’m only making Jasper so I can have some kind of mini-plot with Windsong, so there will have to be some charrie development which means some of all this might change at some point… assuming I’m around often enough to get the RP that far…XD
Rank: Loner
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None, though he hung around TimberClan for quite a while some moons ago...
Kin/Mate: None, currently, though he's had his share of mates, if you could call them that. He likes to break hearts.
Pelt: Jasper's pelt is a solid dark grey all over, unbroken by any distinctive markings or scars. His fur is short and thick and even over his entire body, with the exception of longer fur under his chin that gives him a rather distinguished look - on any other cat it would look ridiculous, but on Jasper is has the opposite effect. His form is long and lithe, long-legged, with a ridiculously long tail that he carries with the air of a king. His head suggests Siamese blood somewhere, far back, with its unique triangular shape and pointed muzzle, and he has a curious habit of cocking one ear up and flattening the other; it gives him an unbalanced, rakish look. Every movement he makes is precise, designed to draw attention. He carries himself with a debonair grace that makes no apology. His appearance is calculatedly casual, and always handsome.
Eyes: The tom’s eyes are green, darker at the outer edges and slanted upward at the outside corners. He usually keeps them half-lidded, which gives him a languid, nonchalant appearance. He winks occasionally, slowly, deliberately – usually at a pretty she-cat. His eyes are expressive and can convey many emotions – but mostly these emotions are a façade, and he keeps his real feelings to himself. He lets show enough to reel in the ladies.
Personality: Jasper is a loner for a reason. He is hugely egocentric, incredibly conceited, and coldly ruthless. He wanders through life with only one purpose – his own gratification – and if he ever thinks about the pain he leaves in his wake, it’s with an amused chuckle. He personally feels very little sentimental emotion. He views every she-cat as a conquest to be made, every rejection as a challenge. He is a witty conversationalist, a brilliant warrior, and a clever manipulator, and he uses all of these to his advantage. He likes to waltz in, secure a she-cat’s affections and then glide out. Some of this perhaps stems from his need to control and to feed his ego. He will do almost anything to look good, but he’s also a farsighted thinker and knows how to cover his tracks and keep from ending up in more trouble. He loved once and it stung, and with his personality it wasn’t difficult to close off all walls to true feelings and live off the ego-trip he gets from his flirtatious encounters. To anyone meeting him he seems cheerful, careless, relaxed, eager to be amused and to please. He seems courteous, almost archaically so, with his lavish compliments – always with a gleam in his eye so that they can’t quite be taken seriously – and his debonair conversation. He’ll court a lady until he loses interest, and then slip out of her life as casually as he slipped in.
History: Jasper’s mother was a loner. He was the only surviving kit in his litter, which perhaps contributed to her devotion to him. She taught him well how to live her life, how to be seen only when he wished to be, how to hunt well and fight dearly, how to treat strangers diplomatically and cautiously when they could not be avoided. One day she simply disappeared and never returned. It is perhaps from this perceived abandonment that his lack of any serious commitment or relationship stems, but if he ever thinks of his mother anymore, he chooses to remember only the good and none of the pain. Some moons after her defection, he began watching TimberClan from a distance, curious at the cats’ interactions and the strangeness of the hierarchy to his independent mind. He roved around, but often came back to watch, usually scornfully. His flirtatious escapades began early, and there were too many to mention any but one. A pretty silvery-grey she-cat caught his eye one day as he was watching TimberClan. He took her cheerful air as a challenge and, with a flick of his long tail, leapt from his perch and pranced into her life. Windsong, then just newly the medicinecat of the clan, fell in love with him. He dallied with her longer than he had with any other cat and then, realizing his danger of awakening some kind of deeper feeling in his superficial nature, Jasper left. Since then he has roved all over, but kept some distance from TimberClan, despite infrequent urges to return and watch the clan he had almost adopted.
Other: …none? Except the disclaimer that I kind of powerplayed Smokeh’s charrie in the history, but I also kind of had permission, so she has to decide whether this bio is good to go or not… and the fact that I’m only making Jasper so I can have some kind of mini-plot with Windsong, so there will have to be some charrie development which means some of all this might change at some point… assuming I’m around often enough to get the RP that far…XD
