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Decided to make one of my existing characters named Elliott into a Lackadaisy OC. He got the roaring 20's vibe now. cx lol Also had a slight redesign. His nose now has speckles and is also kinda half blind with a scar on his left eye and also has 2 left ear notches. And yes, he's a snowshoe cat but with some stripes goin' on to make him look more unique. In a way, he's kinda got a little bit of tabby in him. UwU

DO NOT STEAL/RE-POST, TRACE, OR RECOLOR WITHOUT MY CONSENT! THANK YOU.

~BIO~
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{"Let's just...misbehave and party like it's the last night of our lives."}
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Name: Elliott Whitlock
Age: 24
Height: 5'11
Weight: 135 lbs
Breed: Snowshoe Tabby Mix (Mostly a Snowshoe tho)
Nationality: American
Date of Birth: July 15th, 1903
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{"Out here, it's kill or be killed. That's my ticket to survival out in the streets."}
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Occupation: None (is a lone criminal)
Likes: Jazz music, swing music, and watching tv.
Dislikes: The police, rival gangs, and others who try to get him arrested.
Fears: Being betrayed (whether that be a friend or love interest)
Strengths: Fast at fighting, a quick thinker, and great gun combat.
Weakness: Being easily angered when someone purposefully tries to start shit with him, not the strongest when it comes to fighting (I guess you could say he's average when it comes to his strength), and can lose focus sometimes (when he's stressed).
Hobbies: Causing trouble for fun, partying, drinking, smoking, and gambling.
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{"If I die today, at least I'll have lived the way I wanted to...but only time will tell."}
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Personality: He's pretty much a brutally honest kind of guy and can be a bit rude and intimidating on first meeting due to trauma he had as a child (picked it up from his father). However, he does at least try to be nice to others and has a soft side once he gets to know someone. He's also not a very social guy. He mostly just keeps to himself unless someone comes up and actually wants to speak to him. It can be the other way around, but it's rare.
Backstory: Elliott was born in 1903 in New Orleans, Louisiana. His parents were gang members and his father was very abusive towards him and tried teaching him the ways of being in a mafia as his father was a mafia boss himself. His mother was the only one that cared for him. In school, he was always picked on and bullied for no reason for being the quiet kid. Why he was quiet you may ask? Because he felt that if he spoke a word, he would say it wrong and have the other kids that might turn him away. Plus, his father's abuse to top it all off. Social anxiety was just something that he used to have. Later on in high school around the age of 18, he was still constantly picked on and bullied. So much so, that he eventually snapped and beat the absolute hell out of one of them with rage and aggression until they begged for mercy and for him to stop (which he eventually did). Elliott was definitely someone to not be messed with anymore due to his criminal training sessions in his father's gang as a new recruit eight years ago. The bully along with everyone who made fun of him were almost dead after Elliott beat them all up and he ran away back home when the sirens went off with the police trying to look for him. When he got home, all he could see was the fear and look of disappointment in his mother's eyes. His father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yelled angrily in his face that what he did wasn't smart at all and mocking his own son for screwing up. His father pulled out his belt and whipped him hard and even scratched his son's face leaving a scar on his left eye and kind of blinded it. His mother tried to stop his father from hurting him by begging him to stop doing so but his father refused and punched his mother and knocked her out cold. This infuriates Elliott and he fights his father back and eventually grabs the shotgun he had and shoots his father in the head and it kills him instantly. Elliott then runs away and takes a ride on a train to St. Louis, Missouri. Now at 24, he finds a hotel where he can stay at and currently lives there for the time being. He is now more mature and is still a wanted criminal in Louisiana which is why he never plans to return home. He's pretty happy with how his life is now than it was back then. Although he may still be a criminal, his goal is to find friends, true love, and start a family of his own one day deep down inside his heart.

Description
Decided to make one of my existing characters named Elliott into a Lackadaisy OC. He got the roaring 20's vibe now. cx lol Also had a slight redesign. His nose now has speckles and is also kinda half blind with a scar on his left eye and also has 2 left ear notches. And yes, he's a snowshoe cat but with some stripes goin' on to make him look more unique. In a way, he's kinda got a little bit of tabby in him. UwU

DO NOT STEAL/RE-POST, TRACE, OR RECOLOR WITHOUT MY CONSENT! THANK YOU.

~BIO~
╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗
{"Let's just...misbehave and party like it's the last night of our lives."}
╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝
Name: Elliott Whitlock
Age: 24
Height: 5'11
Weight: 135 lbs
Breed: Snowshoe Tabby Mix (Mostly a Snowshoe tho)
Nationality: American
Date of Birth: July 15th, 1903
❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜ ❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜
{"Out here, it's kill or be killed. That's my ticket to survival out in the streets."}
❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜ ❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜
Occupation: None (is a lone criminal)
Likes: Jazz music, swing music, and watching tv.
Dislikes: The police, rival gangs, and others who try to get him arrested.
Fears: Being betrayed (whether that be a friend or love interest)
Strengths: Fast at fighting, a quick thinker, and great gun combat.
Weakness: Being easily angered when someone purposefully tries to start shit with him, not the strongest when it comes to fighting (I guess you could say he's average when it comes to his strength), and can lose focus sometimes (when he's stressed).
Hobbies: Causing trouble for fun, partying, drinking, smoking, and gambling.
─•~❉᯽❉~•─ ─•~❉᯽❉~•─
{"If I die today, at least I'll have lived the way I wanted to...but only time will tell."}
─•~❉᯽❉~•─ ─•~❉᯽❉~•─
Personality: He's pretty much a brutally honest kind of guy and can be a bit rude and intimidating on first meeting due to trauma he had as a child (picked it up from his father). However, he does at least try to be nice to others and has a soft side once he gets to know someone. He's also not a very social guy. He mostly just keeps to himself unless someone comes up and actually wants to speak to him. It can be the other way around, but it's rare.
Backstory: Elliott was born in 1903 in New Orleans, Louisiana. His parents were gang members and his father was very abusive towards him and tried teaching him the ways of being in a mafia as his father was a mafia boss himself. His mother was the only one that cared for him. In school, he was always picked on and bullied for no reason for being the quiet kid. Why he was quiet you may ask? Because he felt that if he spoke a word, he would say it wrong and have the other kids that might turn him away. Plus, his father's abuse to top it all off. Social anxiety was just something that he used to have. Later on in high school around the age of 18, he was still constantly picked on and bullied. So much so, that he eventually snapped and beat the absolute hell out of one of them with rage and aggression until they begged for mercy and for him to stop (which he eventually did). Elliott was definitely someone to not be messed with anymore due to his criminal training sessions in his father's gang as a new recruit eight years ago. The bully along with everyone who made fun of him were almost dead after Elliott beat them all up and he ran away back home when the sirens went off with the police trying to look for him. When he got home, all he could see was the fear and look of disappointment in his mother's eyes. His father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yelled angrily in his face that what he did wasn't smart at all and mocking his own son for screwing up. His father pulled out his belt and whipped him hard and even scratched his son's face leaving a scar on his left eye and kind of blinded it. His mother tried to stop his father from hurting him by begging him to stop doing so but his father refused and punched his mother and knocked her out cold. This infuriates Elliott and he fights his father back and eventually grabs the shotgun he had and shoots his father in the head and it kills him instantly. Elliott then runs away and takes a ride on a train to St. Louis, Missouri. Now at 24, he finds a hotel where he can stay at and currently lives there for the time being. He is now more mature and is still a wanted criminal in Louisiana which is why he never plans to return home. He's pretty happy with how his life is now than it was back then. Although he may still be a criminal, his goal is to find friends, true love, and start a family of his own one day deep down inside his heart.