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Character Name: Catalin R. Pillars (Cat for short)
Age: Looks twenty four, is actually close to a century
Personality: Cat has all the charm of an addict going through withdrawl. Because that's exactly what he is. He snaps, he mutters incoherently to himself, and he often uses sexual activity to distract him from his lack of drugs. On the rare occasion that mushrooms grow around his home, he hurriedly eats them before anyone else can, getting grandeur delusions where he shouts aloud, spins in circles and develops a bad case of the munchies. He likes to sleep a great deal, but is plagued by nightmares 50% of the time. He's very paranoid that other people are going to steal what little food he has, and has to eat a lot to maintain his weight.
Deep down under his harsh exterior, he is extremely bitter that after 100 years he still hasn't become a pupa. Butterfly is apparently completely out of the question. When in a more friendly mood (which can be rare), Cat will talk about philosophy and confuse the hell out of passers-by, questioning their identity within the land, as well as their approach to viewing their own identity and other such mind boggling issues.
Height: From his head to the end of his tail, Cat is nine and a half feet long - 3 and 3/4 of which are tail, the rest is his upper body. If one were to measure the horns as well, he gains an extra foot and becomes ten and a half feet.
Weight: He weighs 185 pounds.
Crush: He currently harbors a painful lost love from the old Wonderland that vanished after a night of passion.
Quirky habits: Aside from hoarding food, eating mushrooms, tripping out and hissing at people if they piss him off...no, nothing quirky. Oh, except he scratches his spikes against the bark of the tree. No practical reason there, it's just something he does. He likes the sound of it. It calms him down.
Appearance: Go Here
Gaia Username: Renee the Rabid Squirrel
Bio: Catalin was born out of a small egg on a leaf. That's when he realized he was starving. To this day he is still starving, but all the youthful playfulness and eagerness for life has vanished under a diet of opiates and hallucinogens. For a while, everything was fine. He had all the delicious, hallucinatory vegetation he could get, and the Alice girl who came only mildly vexed him, and didn't understand his philosophy.
He was happily unemployed, or rather, dedicated to the wanderings of the inner psyche, which certainly wasn't paid, but he had everything he would need.
When the new Alice came, he hadn't seen him. But he did see what happened to wonderland. His skin, once a silky green, turned into a blood red with a cyan underbelly. He grew more humanoid, had horns and spikes painfully protrude from his head and back. He would wake up and constantly have to mop up the blood as they slowly grew into maturity. Cat was certain this new Alex was the cause for what he considered his deformities, and why he was not yet in a pupa. Resentment built up over time and hasn't left him yet.
Cat lives in the same rotting tree he always had, except these days, vegetation is scarce. He just barely has enough food to survive. Fungi rarely grow on the tree, and the bark is brittle, harsh like the horns on his skin. Still, he doesn't move - it could be worse elsewhere.
He now slithers more like a snake rather than inching like a caterpillar. He at once admires and loathes the new body given to him, and with the onset of this new body, a potent desire emerged within never-before-acquired loins. It is in this state of both immaturity and male fertility that his body confusingly stands, slithers and shivers in, his eyes narrowed, always in search of one...more...mushroom.
 Renee the Rabid Squirrel · Thu Mar 26, 2009 @ 09:33pm · 0 Comments |
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