Post by dodd4 on Jun 19, 2014 2:23:13 GMT 8
Name: Stubinz
Age: elder 65 +
Gender: male
Appearance:spindly tan and grey with rust and black stripes
Stubinz only has two toes on his right rear paw and three on his left front. he has numerous scars and half of his tail.
Stubinz has a different story for every day of the week and occasion for his missing body parts. a colorful character who
has always been odd it's only getting worse. he has a very old fashioned manner of speech, sometimes slipping into phraseolgy
even older than HE should be useing!. he's clever and a storehouse of information about the city. very useful, if you can get
a straight answer out of him. he has a rather thick accent, his mother and her human were Irish, his father and his Scottish,
which can make talking with him a trial at times.
Stubinz can see and talk with spirits, if fact the trick isn't talking to them it's getting them to shut up!
Stubinz is a firm believer in all sorts of wee and fair folk, with the Glamor that cause's most humans not to "see" the jeliclles true
nature, likewise he has an unconditional
acceptance of magic and mystical abilities, and after all HE see's things others can't so it would take a lot of nerve to not belive
in somting just because HE can't see it!. this dosn't mean that he fell off the turnip truck yesterday!
he DOES understand that there are both unprinceapled charlatans and the misguided.
{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: ships cook {ranks and posts will also be randomly generated for those taking part in a crew or army group}
Nationality:United Kingdom (Mother was Irish Father was Scottish and he lived in London and other ports
Spoken Languages: English Irish Gaelic Scottish Gaelic Manx Siamese
Weapon(s): Blackthorne Batta (fighting stick), Electrostatic Blunderbuss fires a varity of rounds from simple projectiles to
polymyer tangler rounds.
History: {At least two paragraps}
Stubinz is an odd case. he is the pubs cat,and when not at sea he lives in the pub frequented by Gus. Stubinz arranges for the
entertainment, food, and drink for the gatherings that are held behind the pub by Gus's "Club". he came to the pub when his human
at the time inherited it from her father and his current human inherited him right along with the pub from his mother. as a kitten
Stbinz had found the pubs environment fascenateing, the sounds the smells, the quiet during the lulls and the hurly burly of the rush
periods. he also quickly devloped a nack for cooking that eventualy led him to the sea.
he took to following the comeings, goings and doings of a dashing young tom named Asparagus who took him under his wing and taught him
a thing or two about the queens! while it had it's groundings in boyish hero worship thier friendship has mellowed over the years
like a fine cheese. Stubinz has seen that the pub's dustbin and other forage ables were managed for the strays so that rather than
"feast or famine" they would be available rather like the pub itself was for the humans. after all that's what a pub does, maybe
for an hour or a night but they take care of strays. he has kept to the background of the jellicle tribe as he has never cared for
politics, look wheare it has gotten the humans! the single most important was witnessing Macavity's exile.
he as offered his advice to the Tribe's leaders when he thinks it is useful.
RP Sample
the mangeled old toms step quickened, while he loved London the cool damp air did make his bones ache. yes a return to the sunny waters around Cuba was just the thing.
as he hobbeled along he glanced to an empty space to his right, "oh donna be like that Blubelle ya will be seein me agin ta be sure! now be thare anythin that ya twould like me ta
tell tha spirits a ol Havana Towne?" his ears went flat and he winced getting odd looks from those he passed.
"Bluebelle ifin ah told 'em that they'd hound me inta tha bay!" he sputered.
"an where did a fine lady like own yerself learn language like that anyhoo?"
at the docks he paused and looked at The Ancili fondly.
Age: elder 65 +
Gender: male
Appearance:spindly tan and grey with rust and black stripes
Stubinz only has two toes on his right rear paw and three on his left front. he has numerous scars and half of his tail.
Stubinz has a different story for every day of the week and occasion for his missing body parts. a colorful character who
has always been odd it's only getting worse. he has a very old fashioned manner of speech, sometimes slipping into phraseolgy
even older than HE should be useing!. he's clever and a storehouse of information about the city. very useful, if you can get
a straight answer out of him. he has a rather thick accent, his mother and her human were Irish, his father and his Scottish,
which can make talking with him a trial at times.
Stubinz can see and talk with spirits, if fact the trick isn't talking to them it's getting them to shut up!
Stubinz is a firm believer in all sorts of wee and fair folk, with the Glamor that cause's most humans not to "see" the jeliclles true
nature, likewise he has an unconditional
acceptance of magic and mystical abilities, and after all HE see's things others can't so it would take a lot of nerve to not belive
in somting just because HE can't see it!. this dosn't mean that he fell off the turnip truck yesterday!
he DOES understand that there are both unprinceapled charlatans and the misguided.
{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: ships cook {ranks and posts will also be randomly generated for those taking part in a crew or army group}
Nationality:United Kingdom (Mother was Irish Father was Scottish and he lived in London and other ports
Spoken Languages: English Irish Gaelic Scottish Gaelic Manx Siamese
Weapon(s): Blackthorne Batta (fighting stick), Electrostatic Blunderbuss fires a varity of rounds from simple projectiles to
polymyer tangler rounds.
History: {At least two paragraps}
Stubinz is an odd case. he is the pubs cat,and when not at sea he lives in the pub frequented by Gus. Stubinz arranges for the
entertainment, food, and drink for the gatherings that are held behind the pub by Gus's "Club". he came to the pub when his human
at the time inherited it from her father and his current human inherited him right along with the pub from his mother. as a kitten
Stbinz had found the pubs environment fascenateing, the sounds the smells, the quiet during the lulls and the hurly burly of the rush
periods. he also quickly devloped a nack for cooking that eventualy led him to the sea.
he took to following the comeings, goings and doings of a dashing young tom named Asparagus who took him under his wing and taught him
a thing or two about the queens! while it had it's groundings in boyish hero worship thier friendship has mellowed over the years
like a fine cheese. Stubinz has seen that the pub's dustbin and other forage ables were managed for the strays so that rather than
"feast or famine" they would be available rather like the pub itself was for the humans. after all that's what a pub does, maybe
for an hour or a night but they take care of strays. he has kept to the background of the jellicle tribe as he has never cared for
politics, look wheare it has gotten the humans! the single most important was witnessing Macavity's exile.
he as offered his advice to the Tribe's leaders when he thinks it is useful.
RP Sample
the mangeled old toms step quickened, while he loved London the cool damp air did make his bones ache. yes a return to the sunny waters around Cuba was just the thing.
as he hobbeled along he glanced to an empty space to his right, "oh donna be like that Blubelle ya will be seein me agin ta be sure! now be thare anythin that ya twould like me ta
tell tha spirits a ol Havana Towne?" his ears went flat and he winced getting odd looks from those he passed.
"Bluebelle ifin ah told 'em that they'd hound me inta tha bay!" he sputered.
"an where did a fine lady like own yerself learn language like that anyhoo?"
at the docks he paused and looked at The Ancili fondly.