Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 4, 2011 19:20:03 GMT -5
!!Matthew!!
Name: Matthew Williams
Country: Canada
Gender: Male[/size] [/font]
House cat/street cat: House cat
Appearance: Matthew isn’t a tremendously large cat, and he tends to make himself smaller through his body language. His two-toned fur is thick with a fluffier ruff and tail. The majority of his creamy fur is closer to a yellow hue, with his mane (ruff) and tail being sandier. He has wide blue-violet eyes that give him a look of innocence and an almost kitten-like appearance.
Personality: Matthew is a quiet cat who is rather a home-body. He’s more than content to simply curl up in front of the fire and take a nap. This isn’t to say that he dislikes spending time with other cats; he just prefers not to be talked over and so has discovered it’s simpler to stay at home. He has his own very definite opinions, he’s just decided they aren’t usually worth a fight—even a verbal one—over.
He’s not much of an explorer, but when he’s not at home he can often be found simply strolling around town—usually the park or near the shops. He’s got a strong affinity for contact with people as well as other cats. He has a tendency to spend time with his littermate, but also finds himself to be in the shadow of the other cat.
Although he is very reserved, Matthew opens up to those he trusts and is as likely to respond with a sharp, sarcastic word here and there if he thinks they’ve gone too far into his space or are being ridiculous. He isn’t quick to give his trust, but once you have it and his friendship you have a loyal friend who will join you in your ups and downs. His strengths lie alongside his weaknesses—he tends to have good ideas (in his own opinion) but is reluctant to speak them, he is loyal to those he cares about frequently to his own detriment, and he keeps his mouth shut when it might be best to speak up.
Likes:
• Fish, heaven above does he like fish. If he’s being picky about his food his owner is likely to put a bit of tuna or salmon juice on it to get him to eat.
• Fires. Not the big destructive kind, but like the one his owners have lit from late fall to early spring. He loves being warm. During the summer a patch of sunlight will do just as well, but there’s something about staring at the sparks in the fire that fascinates him
• Snowflakes and snow in general. For a cat who loves warmth Matthew has a strange love of snow—he loves being outside while it’s snowing and trying to catch the flakes while spending half his time up to his ears in drifts he’s rolled in. Nothing brings out the kitten in him quite like the first snow of winter. Watching the snow gradually cover every bit of green until the whole world is transformed into a perfect sheet is a particular pleasure of his.
• His ears scratched. By a human, an actual scratch is to be avoided, but massaging the base of his ears is a sure way to send him to sleep and relax him when he’s tense.
• Spending time with friends. Homebody or not, Matthew loves to know how his friends are doing and the best way for him to do that is going out and socializing.
• Clean laundry. Nothing says happiness quite like being able to curl up in a basket of sheets fresh from the dryer. He’s usually rapidly tossed out of that basket to the cries of “You’re shedding on those and I just washed them!”
Dislikes:
• Being talked over. He doesn’t like being ignored (though he’s grown used to it), but if he’s in the middle of saying something he does not appreciate an interruption or something else that indicates his opinion doesn’t matter.
• Having to repeat himself more than twice. By that time he knows there is no doubt he’s been ignored and if asked “what” for a second or third time will often respond with “Oh, nothing, just talking to myself.”
• Being wet. Snow is one thing, he can come in and warm up while the heat also dries his fur, but rain? Heavens no. And don’t even think about ponds or baths. He is quite capable of grooming himself, thank you very much.
• Rocking chairs. After a bad experience that involved a rocking chair and his tail when he was a kitten Matthew tends to avoid them like the plague.
• Mint. The smell of mint is enough to make him pull back in disgust. Most other things he can stand—he has a tendency to stick his nose into his human pet’s teacup from time to time—but mint is one thing he cannot abide.
History: Matthew was born in a small litter, himself and one other littermate. He never really minded that, as he was well loved by the humans who took him in. His people are not affluent, but nor are they lacking in resources. He’s well cared for and has always felt perfectly content with where life has put him.
He’s never been lacking in things to do, he just doesn’t feel like being busy is the best use of his time, always letting other cats initiate friendships and conversations rather than try to start them himself. Tending toward privacy hasn’t exactly been the best way to win friends and influence people, but he’s seen where being too outgoing can get cats as well and prefers his own method as it leads to the potential for cats trusting him if he’s not inclined to spill their secrets for the sake of other cat’s opinions.
((I’m not entirely sure what to do here, so it’s a bit vague. When there are more cats that look like they’d cross paths with him I’ll speak with their users and flesh it out))[/size] [/font]
Roleplay sample: Matthew stretched, getting up from in front of the fire and padding softly over to the door, stretching up and batting at the doorbell button his people had set for him when he started perching next to the outdoor one and poking it to come in. He liked the sound it made and figured that they might as well open the door when he hit it.
Once they’d responded and let him out he slipped through the yard, the grass brushing his stomach, and out through a gap in the fence. He looked up and down the street before turning and heading toward the park. His dusty tail swept back and forth behind him.
Finally reaching the park, he crept along under the bushes, feeling the twigs run through his fur, batting at the occasional dead leaf he found there. He stepped out from under the bushes, as he heard voices ahead of him. The yellow cat padded softly over, sitting down a distance away and setting to work grooming his paws, his ears turned toward the conversation. He knew better than to eavesdrop, but sometimes it was just so easy. He really ought to just go say hello for once.
After a moment’s consideration, he rose again, moving softly over and jumping up onto the bench near the other cats, stretching out on it so his paws hung over the side. He was more visible here and couldn’t be accused of eavesdropping—hopefully.[/size] [/font]
!!Player Info!!
(Nick)name: Meadowlark, Meadow, or ML
Timezone: GMT-8 Pacific
Contact: I have a skype, but like VS would prefer to give that out at my discretion via PM.
Anything else? Like VS I’m entering Finals here shortly. Other than that? I don’t have experience RPing this particular character—though I have written him occasionally in the past.