Post by dodd4 on Jun 19, 2014 2:24:42 GMT 8
Name: Manfredd
Age: Adult (late 20's)
Gender: Male
Appearance:slate grey with lighter grey and brown stripes. he has a very large bulk with double paws, a broad head and face with
a mournful look. his massive frame is solid muscle and bone.
not the brightest tool in the shed he is slow witted, thinking is not Manfredd's strong suit. he is smart enough to let others do
that. he has a remarkably thick skin when it comes to insults about his intelligence, most of the time he'll just nod and keep
on going. he is rather shy when it comes to queens and courting, the big lug has been around the block a time or two
but still comes off the bashful bumpkin. part of this is because he's so darn big and dose't want to hurt them!
Manfredd is the followers follower, even if an order doesn't make sense to him he will carry it out fully
trusting that the Superior giving it must a good reason for giving it!
however they must be careful because if for example they tell him to stack some goods in a particular corner and he knows that
the roof leaks onto that spot he won't say anything about it he'll just go ahead and stack it there because obviously the one who
told him to do it had a good reason for wanting those boxes right there!
it is this plodding patience that carries him through the dullest of routines, set him to a task and he will keep going till it's
done.
a fairly genial cat when left to his own devices, he really doesn't enjoy hurting people so he try's to do it
as quickly and efficiently as possible. nothing personal, it's just business.... he really has a sweet heart and is dreadfully
loyal to those who treat him well, and on more than one occasion he has let some of the other higher ups take their
frustrations out on him simply because he can take a beating better than some of the others.
he doesn't like seeing queens and kittens hurt and will interfere if the aggressor is not Mac or one of his inner circle.
he really does not mind losing out to the "Good Guys", there are plenty of other rival "bad Guys" to win out over after all!
among some of the most serious faults is that his not questioning orders can lead to misunderstandings, such as the infamous door
incident, and also means that he can be taken advantage of by those who think or at least TALK faster than he does.
{pictures are welcome,
but please, at least a paragraph {five lines} of information of general appearance, include personality}
Code Number: {code numbers will be randomly generated for those taking part in a crew}
Rank/Position: crew member {ranks and posts will also be randomly generated for those taking part in a crew or army group}
Nationality: English
Spoken Languages: English Russian Dutch Portugese
Weapon(s): cutlass, and paired fighting gloves (cestus) that can be used for both offense and defense. Manfredd prefers to use
a hand to hand style that combines Boxing, and Wrestling with a touch of Sambo thrown in.
History: {At least two paragraps}
Manfredd was born in the alleys of London, his size and strength standing out. so there was little surprise that he fell into the
role of muscle for one pack and gang after another developing a reputation for leg breaking.
he quickly distinguished himself as a durable and reliable fighter. at some time he sired three kittens, the mothers of whom did not
see fit to tell him about. he was courted for recruitment into Macavity's empire because of this profesional reputation.
quite likely he would have joined if he had not recieved a counter offer from an officer of Captian Munkus's crew.
Manfredd has found that he likes the Captian and serves all the better for it.
to date the low point of his career was when he was told to guard a door and a rival gang escaped past him.
when he was confronted about it his answer was, "but you said to guard the door not stop anyone coming through it, just look at that
door, not a mark on it, not a scratch, no sir no one hurt that door!". fortunately for Manfredd they realized that he wasn't bright
enough to be shining them on.
Powers: no mystical though he does have a remarkable pain threshold.
RP Sample
the large slate gray and brown tom leaned forward on the bar enjoying his drink. they sailed on the morning but he had time for a pint.
they a drunk fellow, egged on by less inebriated "chums" who were no doubt anticipating his getting a beating, stumbled up tall and proud.
"Alley Catman your a pusshhy cat!" he declared trying to bump the arm that held Manfredd's drink.
he goggeld uncomprehendingly when it didn't move and the drink barely rippled.
Manfredd turned and gave him a sad smile. "you say somthing?" he asked politely.
"I...I shaid thot you...you were a PUSSHYCAT!" the drunk reiterated.
"oh...thats what I thought you said." Manfredd answered. then he got up and dropped some coins on the bar.
"your right," he said as he headed for the door. one of hte drunks companions yelled "you don't have to take that from a Hair JOB!" and grabbed
up a chair and smashed it against Manfredd's back.
the tom turned and said "that wasn't very nice," as he swung a massive ham like fist sending the creep sprawling.
Age: Adult (late 20's)
Gender: Male
Appearance:slate grey with lighter grey and brown stripes. he has a very large bulk with double paws, a broad head and face with
a mournful look. his massive frame is solid muscle and bone.
not the brightest tool in the shed he is slow witted, thinking is not Manfredd's strong suit. he is smart enough to let others do
that. he has a remarkably thick skin when it comes to insults about his intelligence, most of the time he'll just nod and keep
on going. he is rather shy when it comes to queens and courting, the big lug has been around the block a time or two
but still comes off the bashful bumpkin. part of this is because he's so darn big and dose't want to hurt them!
Manfredd is the followers follower, even if an order doesn't make sense to him he will carry it out fully
trusting that the Superior giving it must a good reason for giving it!
however they must be careful because if for example they tell him to stack some goods in a particular corner and he knows that
the roof leaks onto that spot he won't say anything about it he'll just go ahead and stack it there because obviously the one who
told him to do it had a good reason for wanting those boxes right there!
it is this plodding patience that carries him through the dullest of routines, set him to a task and he will keep going till it's
done.
a fairly genial cat when left to his own devices, he really doesn't enjoy hurting people so he try's to do it
as quickly and efficiently as possible. nothing personal, it's just business.... he really has a sweet heart and is dreadfully
loyal to those who treat him well, and on more than one occasion he has let some of the other higher ups take their
frustrations out on him simply because he can take a beating better than some of the others.
he doesn't like seeing queens and kittens hurt and will interfere if the aggressor is not Mac or one of his inner circle.
he really does not mind losing out to the "Good Guys", there are plenty of other rival "bad Guys" to win out over after all!
among some of the most serious faults is that his not questioning orders can lead to misunderstandings, such as the infamous door
incident, and also means that he can be taken advantage of by those who think or at least TALK faster than he does.
{pictures are welcome,
but please, at least a paragraph {five lines} of information of general appearance, include personality}
Code Number: {code numbers will be randomly generated for those taking part in a crew}
Rank/Position: crew member {ranks and posts will also be randomly generated for those taking part in a crew or army group}
Nationality: English
Spoken Languages: English Russian Dutch Portugese
Weapon(s): cutlass, and paired fighting gloves (cestus) that can be used for both offense and defense. Manfredd prefers to use
a hand to hand style that combines Boxing, and Wrestling with a touch of Sambo thrown in.
History: {At least two paragraps}
Manfredd was born in the alleys of London, his size and strength standing out. so there was little surprise that he fell into the
role of muscle for one pack and gang after another developing a reputation for leg breaking.
he quickly distinguished himself as a durable and reliable fighter. at some time he sired three kittens, the mothers of whom did not
see fit to tell him about. he was courted for recruitment into Macavity's empire because of this profesional reputation.
quite likely he would have joined if he had not recieved a counter offer from an officer of Captian Munkus's crew.
Manfredd has found that he likes the Captian and serves all the better for it.
to date the low point of his career was when he was told to guard a door and a rival gang escaped past him.
when he was confronted about it his answer was, "but you said to guard the door not stop anyone coming through it, just look at that
door, not a mark on it, not a scratch, no sir no one hurt that door!". fortunately for Manfredd they realized that he wasn't bright
enough to be shining them on.
Powers: no mystical though he does have a remarkable pain threshold.
RP Sample
the large slate gray and brown tom leaned forward on the bar enjoying his drink. they sailed on the morning but he had time for a pint.
they a drunk fellow, egged on by less inebriated "chums" who were no doubt anticipating his getting a beating, stumbled up tall and proud.
"Alley Catman your a pusshhy cat!" he declared trying to bump the arm that held Manfredd's drink.
he goggeld uncomprehendingly when it didn't move and the drink barely rippled.
Manfredd turned and gave him a sad smile. "you say somthing?" he asked politely.
"I...I shaid thot you...you were a PUSSHYCAT!" the drunk reiterated.
"oh...thats what I thought you said." Manfredd answered. then he got up and dropped some coins on the bar.
"your right," he said as he headed for the door. one of hte drunks companions yelled "you don't have to take that from a Hair JOB!" and grabbed
up a chair and smashed it against Manfredd's back.
the tom turned and said "that wasn't very nice," as he swung a massive ham like fist sending the creep sprawling.