Sgt. Tibs
Sept 20, 2012 20:59:59 GMT -5
Post by Sgt. Tibs on Sept 20, 2012 20:59:59 GMT -5
Introduce yourself.
- Basil of Baker Street, the Great Mouse Detective
- Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzalez Pistoles
- Gadget Hackwrench, Rescue Ranger
- Michael "Goob" Yagoobian, alias Bowler Hat Guy
- John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, AKA Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle
- Miss Charlotte La Bouff, y'all
character basics.
Age: 2 1/2
Species: cat
Birthplace: Dinsford, England
Movie: One Hundred and One Dalmatians
Title: Actually, I'm open to suggestions here. My best idea so far is One-Cat Army, but I'm not crazy about it. Anybody got a really good, short phrase that describes Tibs?
Why: Why'd you pick this character? I've been pondering trying a four-legged animal, as it's somthing I've never done before, except for Toby. And I've always loved Tibs, though he is a very minor character. So, let's give him a try, shall we?
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Character appearance (try to get at least 2 or 3 sentences for each section)
Facial description/mood expressions: Tibs has a small muzzle and oversized ears. The fur on his face fluffs out in tufts at the cheeks. His long, thin face is usually alert, though often worried or anxious.
Clothing style: Sorry, no clothes here.
Body build: The seargent is a small, thin sort of cat, bordering on scrawny. He has a flat, horizontal head perched atop a very skinny neck. His legs are thin and his paws are quite small, but his tail, as has been noted, is much fuller.
Any unique traits (optional): Actually, Tibs is a very ordinary sort of cat, physically speaking.
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Original character analysis. (Everything must be in your own words! Please be thorough.)
Although of a nervous dispostion and something of a worry-wart, Tibs is no coward. Yes, he does fear for his own skin quite a lot, and would much prefer a life of safety and comfort. But he always fights his fears in order to do the right thing, never abandoning his post or shirking his duty.
When dealing with his superiors, the sergent is respectful and correct, but willing to speak up and even to contradict those in authority when he thinks it necessary.
Tibs is reasonably clever with a good deal of common sense, but he is also extremely humble and would never put himself forward or sing his own praises.
He generally takes life as it comes, satisfied with the simplest of pleasures, like a warm berth and a full belly.
History: One of a litter of six, Tibs was born a stray to a mother with no home and no ties to anyone. That life is not an easy one for a cat, and two of his litter-mates died before they were a month old. When his mother failed to return from a hunting trip one day, the remaining kittens were on their own.
At first they stayed together, foraging for food, moving from place to place, but one by one they either were killed or simply got separated, and soon Tibs was quite alone in the world.
Thus he lived for over a year, never with much to eat, never knowing companionship or affection, never staying in one place for long before being chased off. As he wandered the English countryside from village to village, he eventually stumbled upon a farm where he hoped to find some likely scraps of food and a dry bed for the night.
But when he came face to face with a sheepdog, Tibs turned to flee; he'd had plenty of run-ins with dogs, none of them pleasant.
This particular dog, however, was a bit barmy. His name was Colonel, and he'd got it into his head that he was a true officer in need of an army to lead. Since not many of the farm animals were too keen on taking orders, the dog was always on the lookout for new recruits. Instead of chasing the stray cat, he enlisted him, bestowing the rank of sergent.
Skeptical at first, Tibs was won over by the promise of regular meals and a cozy barn to sleep in. In fact, the owner of the farm was only too glad to see a cat on the premises, as long as it kept the mice down.
Besides the obvious physical benefits, Tibs found that his new life gave him purpose, something his aimless existence had never known before. He accepted his lesser rank without complaint, learned all sorts of things about military protocol, and even went on a real mission, rescuing a whole flock of puppies from dognappers.
All in all, a very satisfactory arrangement.
Ambitions: None, really, beyond getting enough to eat and keeping safe and comfortable. Tibs is satisfied with life just the way it is. Though he does think, sometimes, that it might be nice, perhaps, to be on the receiving end of some type of, dare I say it? affection.
Strengths & abilities: He has all the advantages of a cat: the ability to move silently, night vision, acute hearing and smell, agility, quick reflexes, sharp teeth and claws, excellent hunting skills. Moreover, Tibs has a great deal of common sense, and is always willing to overcome his fears in order to do what is required.
Flaws: Like all cats, the sergeant is vulnerable to catnip. He is skinny and not very powerful. He can't swim.
Likes: Seafood, naps, warm spots, doing one's duty, a job well done.
Dislikes: Water, unfriendly dogs and humans, fleas, cold weather, personal danger.
Fears: Hunger, abandonment, pain, haunted houses, vacuum cleaners.
What makes this character unique: Disney doesn't have all that many feline heroes.
RP SAMPLE: PAST TENSE ONLY. MUST BE ABOUT THE CHARACTER FOR WHOM YOU ARE APPLYING.
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