Post by Laddie on Mar 11, 2019 23:42:32 GMT -6
Name: Voltaire
Age: 4 years
Birth Season: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Messed up lol , Pan-curious
Genetics: [o/bb/Dd/dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/AA/APbAPb/SpSp/LL/mkmk]
Breed: Bengal cat
Size: Large and Stocky.
Eye color: Golden Amber
Coat color:Charcoal Brown
Coat length: Short
Markings: Spotted Tabby aka. Zoro markings
Distinct features: His Charcoal coat
Personality: Charming, Aloof,Mischievous, Calm,Vauge,Evil, Gentle, Harsh,Loving, loveless. He's a walking contradiction that can show you either side of him,either way you will mostly likely have a unfortunate fate playing around with him.
History: Voltaire was born a little before the storm hit,enough to have a glimpse of normal life before the disaster. He didn't live in a house however, he was born in a research lab to breeders studying the gene that produces a charcoal coat in Bengals
Bengals. After the storm hit he escaped. He and the other Bengal cats in the laboratory. They was a band for a while, the lot of them living together and helping each other survive. They stayed that way for about two years before Voltaire began to bore of them. Slowly discussion began among cats of why the humans were suddenly wiped out. Voltaire believed it was simply a freak accident and that surely humans still exist somewhere but he was having too much fun watching the panicked cats and told them it must be the end of the world. He ranted about breeding programs and convinced the others that the humans were killed for playing with nature. Overtime he said that soon cats would be wiped out too because of how altered they have been. Lots of cats believed him and he gained a following, but even that grew boring eventually. Unfortunately this mass of hysterical cats listening to him were not willing to leave. So he devised a plan and on a dark winter night he told them that he wanted a special birthday present. He told them that he wanted them to all seek a better life and leave this world with him to go to the afterlife and finally be free from this altered nature
nature. He lead a mass suicide, but like any deceitful cat he didn't participate himself. His fourth birthday he was given the present of the death of the others,being rid of the annoyingly gullible cats forever. However being surrounded by all that death cursed him. Made him mad in a way,to like it. To enjoy seeing the lifeless bodies and find them beautiful. The poor Tom became a necrophiliac and could never love a living cat again,death had stolen his heart.
It is said that somewhere in town that there is a abandoned building where you can find the bodies from the mass suicide still laying around. The deceased resting peacefully as if sleep.
Echo-Doodle,Alicefox,rinn,
Picture from: www.charcoalbengalcats.com
Age: 4 years
Birth Season: Winter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Messed up lol , Pan-curious
Genetics: [o/bb/Dd/dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/AA/APbAPb/SpSp/LL/mkmk]
Breed: Bengal cat
Size: Large and Stocky.
Eye color: Golden Amber
Coat color:Charcoal Brown
Coat length: Short
Markings: Spotted Tabby aka. Zoro markings
Distinct features: His Charcoal coat
Personality: Charming, Aloof,Mischievous, Calm,Vauge,Evil, Gentle, Harsh,Loving, loveless. He's a walking contradiction that can show you either side of him,either way you will mostly likely have a unfortunate fate playing around with him.
History: Voltaire was born a little before the storm hit,enough to have a glimpse of normal life before the disaster. He didn't live in a house however, he was born in a research lab to breeders studying the gene that produces a charcoal coat in Bengals
Bengals. After the storm hit he escaped. He and the other Bengal cats in the laboratory. They was a band for a while, the lot of them living together and helping each other survive. They stayed that way for about two years before Voltaire began to bore of them. Slowly discussion began among cats of why the humans were suddenly wiped out. Voltaire believed it was simply a freak accident and that surely humans still exist somewhere but he was having too much fun watching the panicked cats and told them it must be the end of the world. He ranted about breeding programs and convinced the others that the humans were killed for playing with nature. Overtime he said that soon cats would be wiped out too because of how altered they have been. Lots of cats believed him and he gained a following, but even that grew boring eventually. Unfortunately this mass of hysterical cats listening to him were not willing to leave. So he devised a plan and on a dark winter night he told them that he wanted a special birthday present. He told them that he wanted them to all seek a better life and leave this world with him to go to the afterlife and finally be free from this altered nature
nature. He lead a mass suicide, but like any deceitful cat he didn't participate himself. His fourth birthday he was given the present of the death of the others,being rid of the annoyingly gullible cats forever. However being surrounded by all that death cursed him. Made him mad in a way,to like it. To enjoy seeing the lifeless bodies and find them beautiful. The poor Tom became a necrophiliac and could never love a living cat again,death had stolen his heart.
It is said that somewhere in town that there is a abandoned building where you can find the bodies from the mass suicide still laying around. The deceased resting peacefully as if sleep.
Echo-Doodle,Alicefox,rinn,
Picture from: www.charcoalbengalcats.com