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Description

= IDENTIFICATION =

“You seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a damn.”

Name: Icarus
Alias: Big Dog
Meaning: It’s a stab at his ego, his celebrity career, and his training

Species: Cat
Breed/s: Havana Brown

Age: 5 years
Gender: Unaltered male

Clique: Sicarius
Rank/Standing: Consigliere

Height: 10 inches
Weight: 10 lbs

Voice: Silky, clear, and deep. Can put you to sleep if you’re not listening (or if he’s rambling on about some boring nonsense or another).
Smell: Used to be pumpkin spice (thanks to his owner) – now he probably smells like the trash can he slept in last night. Or cardboard and concrete, if he’s had time to groom.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

= PERSONALITY =

“That is disgusting. Scram. And find some dignity while you’re gone.”

Physical Description: Walks with a slight lilt to his step. Usually has his ears as erect as possible. Light-footed and smooth gait. Constant smirk.

Personality Overview:
Competitive / Hardy / Cautious / Observant / Regal
Holds grudges / Impossible / Two-faced / Ill-humoured / Self-serving

In Depth: Icarus is a deeply-rooted pessimist who calls himself a realist. Whether or not he believes his own words is a different story. He prefers his solitude and tolerates the presence of other cats (Sicarius members specifically) as much as he needs to, but he does not seek out attention from others. Independent-minded he can come off blunt or even rude; but the only cat’s opinion he values is that of Sicarius’ Don. Icarus is an ambitious force to be reckoned with. Unafraid of dogs if only because he can out-climb them—yet surprisingly terrified of rats.

Have fleas? You’d best stay away. A bit of a spoiled princess in his past life, he hates the idea of playing host to anyone—let alone a parasite.

He also hates rain, thunder is too loud, thinks dogs and feral cats smell bad, needs to keep all his claws intact (a broken nail would be a tragedy). On second thought, he just hates life in general. Unless it’s his own. That he wants to keep.

History: Born into a litter of 3, Icarus was adopted by his owner around 10 weeks old and has almost no recollection of his littermates (partly due to disinterest). Handled often and reared to be docile towards humans, Icarus made a decent show cat for his breed. He was trained in basic obedience (like most dogs are) and manners. His home life was quiet, calm, and sheltered—and though it was filled with other felines Icarus tended to ignore them unless he wanted something; spending almost every evening stretched on the back of the couch to watch TV over his owner’s shoulder. He ignored his housemates so much that he probably wouldn’t recognize their faces if he saw them on the street now. He has won a few ribbons during his lifetime and made some small earnings for his owner as a commercial cat (though he will take offense to any cat, dog, or other creature that tries to get him to do a ‘trick’ for a reward). Still it was not his life in the spotlight that gave him his bloated ego, but the way his owner pampered him. In his mind, he was the favourite.
When the humans vanished… when his owner vanished… Icarus spent days just waiting. When no one came, he eventually left through the broken screen of a window—the other cats gone days before him—and went where he knew there had to be humans (and therefore food): Deeper into the city.

Group History: {N/A until your character has been accepted}

= RELATIONSHIPS =
Family:
Mother: Sierra [unknown status] - neutral
Father: Orthrus [unknown status] - neutral
Siblings: 2 sisters, names unknown [unknown status] - neutral

Owner(s): Francesca the human [missing] - he knows he's her favourite

Mate: None
Offspring: None

Dynami: n/a
Sicarius: n/a
Bethesda: n/a
Clique: n/a
Rogues: n/a

Other: n/a

= AVAILABILITY =

Timezone: EST

RP METHOD:
Skype: Is okay
Docs: Yep
Notes: Yep
Comments: Never
Other?: Nope

Description

= IDENTIFICATION =

“You seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a damn.”

Name: Icarus
Alias: Big Dog
Meaning: It’s a stab at his ego, his celebrity career, and his training

Species: Cat
Breed/s: Havana Brown

Age: 5 years
Gender: Unaltered male

Clique: Sicarius
Rank/Standing: Consigliere

Height: 10 inches
Weight: 10 lbs

Voice: Silky, clear, and deep. Can put you to sleep if you’re not listening (or if he’s rambling on about some boring nonsense or another).
Smell: Used to be pumpkin spice (thanks to his owner) – now he probably smells like the trash can he slept in last night. Or cardboard and concrete, if he’s had time to groom.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

= PERSONALITY =

“That is disgusting. Scram. And find some dignity while you’re gone.”

Physical Description: Walks with a slight lilt to his step. Usually has his ears as erect as possible. Light-footed and smooth gait. Constant smirk.

Personality Overview:
Competitive / Hardy / Cautious / Observant / Regal
Holds grudges / Impossible / Two-faced / Ill-humoured / Self-serving

In Depth: Icarus is a deeply-rooted pessimist who calls himself a realist. Whether or not he believes his own words is a different story. He prefers his solitude and tolerates the presence of other cats (Sicarius members specifically) as much as he needs to, but he does not seek out attention from others. Independent-minded he can come off blunt or even rude; but the only cat’s opinion he values is that of Sicarius’ Don. Icarus is an ambitious force to be reckoned with. Unafraid of dogs if only because he can out-climb them—yet surprisingly terrified of rats.

Have fleas? You’d best stay away. A bit of a spoiled princess in his past life, he hates the idea of playing host to anyone—let alone a parasite.

He also hates rain, thunder is too loud, thinks dogs and feral cats smell bad, needs to keep all his claws intact (a broken nail would be a tragedy). On second thought, he just hates life in general. Unless it’s his own. That he wants to keep.

History: Born into a litter of 3, Icarus was adopted by his owner around 10 weeks old and has almost no recollection of his littermates (partly due to disinterest). Handled often and reared to be docile towards humans, Icarus made a decent show cat for his breed. He was trained in basic obedience (like most dogs are) and manners. His home life was quiet, calm, and sheltered—and though it was filled with other felines Icarus tended to ignore them unless he wanted something; spending almost every evening stretched on the back of the couch to watch TV over his owner’s shoulder. He ignored his housemates so much that he probably wouldn’t recognize their faces if he saw them on the street now. He has won a few ribbons during his lifetime and made some small earnings for his owner as a commercial cat (though he will take offense to any cat, dog, or other creature that tries to get him to do a ‘trick’ for a reward). Still it was not his life in the spotlight that gave him his bloated ego, but the way his owner pampered him. In his mind, he was the favourite.
When the humans vanished… when his owner vanished… Icarus spent days just waiting. When no one came, he eventually left through the broken screen of a window—the other cats gone days before him—and went where he knew there had to be humans (and therefore food): Deeper into the city.

Group History: {N/A until your character has been accepted}

= RELATIONSHIPS =
Family:
Mother: Sierra [unknown status] - neutral
Father: Orthrus [unknown status] - neutral
Siblings: 2 sisters, names unknown [unknown status] - neutral

Owner(s): Francesca the human [missing] - he knows he's her favourite

Mate: None
Offspring: None

Dynami: n/a
Sicarius: n/a
Bethesda: n/a
Clique: n/a
Rogues: n/a

Other: n/a

= AVAILABILITY =

Timezone: EST

RP METHOD:
Skype: Is okay
Docs: Yep
Notes: Yep
Comments: Never
Other?: Nope