Post by rafael on Nov 16, 2012 3:25:04 GMT
Puss In Boots
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Like sparks from the clash of two swords,
My need for you is passionate, violent, and dangerous.
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Age: Immortal
Species: Legend
Occupation: ... fighting criminals and stealing womens' hearts!
Playby: Antonio Banderas
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other:
Master Miller (The elderly man who originally owned the mill... he never did learn his first name)
Jacob & John Miller (Two older brothers of the mill)
Asher Miller (The youngest brother)
Likes:
- Sword fights. The adrenaline rush of a good fight is one of the best sensations on earth to Puss In Boots. Sword fights might as well be drugs to him. If he doesn't do something thrilling after a while, he gets... rather... mopey. And that's never fun.
- Dances. He's particularly fond of Tango. However, he's capable of just about every other form of couples dancing out there as long as it's not completely strange, he probably knows how to dance it and dance it fairly well.
- A nice cup of milk. He thinks like a cat. Need I say more?
- Independent women. Yes, he's a fan of women in general... but there's some kind of draw that comes from a woman who can take care of herself and look damn good while doing it that makes him occasionally consider spending a few extra nights with her.
- Singing. A random hobby.
Dislikes:
- Hairballs... Eh... there's not really an explanation for this. Those things are just nasty.
- When his boots get dirty or stepped on. This is one of the few things that can trigger his anger, regardless of gender or circumstances. Mess with his boots in any way and he will be prepared to gut you unless you're already a good friend or you have a very good reason... or you're very attractive.... very... attractive....
- ... dogs...
- Pacifists. How on earth can a guy start a good fight when his opponent refuses to react?!
- Getting slapped. It doesn't happen all that much nowadays but there are still some women who... don't seem to appreciate his advances. He's gotten better about when to hold his tongue since when he first started out but his fame [or infamy in this case] doesn't exactly help out with... seducing.
Strengths:[/size]
- Swordfighter. Puss In Boots was always fascinated with the interesting things that man did and, once he discovered the thrills of sword fighting, he could never pull himself away from it.
- Transformation. He is capable of changing back and forth between his normal form, which is a quite normal looking orange tabby cat. Except for the tiny fact that he is capable of changing between walking normally as a cat to his hind legs as if he were a natural bi-pedal creature. He's also capable of speaking aloud in this form.
- Charismatic. He does normally use this trait on the attractive women he runs across during his adventures, but that doesn't mean that he probably wouldn't be able to move a crowd of people through a passionate speech if he needed to.
Weaknesses:[/size]
- Easily distracted. Let's just say... that if someone were to pull out a lazer pointer he'd be after it like a starving dog to food. He finds such things absolutely irresistible... He's had way too many people tell him he looks strange when a grown man takes off after the cursed red dot that always seems to escape him... the worst is when it's just out of his reach and up a wall... the absolute worst... that always ends in tragedy.
- Set of morals. Puss In Boots absolutely refuses to punch a woman. He wouldn't lay a hand on any female, no matter how brutish she may be acting towards him. He also refuses to fight a disadvantaged opponent. eg: he's commanded to kill an unarmed man who may or may not have done something wrong but his commander would rather not risk it. Puss In Boots would disobey and either demand that the man take a stand for himself and face Puss In Boots in combat or he'd simply leave.
- His boots. His boots are not to be touched in any way or form unless he's the one touching him. He absolutely cannot stand it when someone steps on his toes or spills a drink on them. Those are his most prized possessions and they're one of the few things that just might make him lash out at a woman.
Personality:[/size][/font]
Puss In Boots has a bit of a noble side. He has some hero complex. He doesn't necessarily make situations in which he can be the hero but, if he finds an opportunity (especially if it can impress an attractive woman) to play the hero, he'll definitely take advantage of it. He's quick to stand up for the weak and for women. He's the kind of guy who'll stand up if a woman walks into the room, makes sure to hold the doors open, pay for dinner, etc. He does do the whole charity thing, but he's not particularly crazy about it and doesn't go all out.
Then comes his womanizer side. All of those charismatic manners of his has a tendency to make women fall fast and hard for him. He absolutely loves to take advantage of these situations and hates to go to bed lonely for more than a few nights. He does have a few set rules for himself like not letting himself get to attached to women by not staying with any of them for more than a week.
Other than that, he doesn't really act all that much differently than most people. When he gets angry, he does have a tendency to get more violent than the average person but, as mentioned before, he wouldn't lay a hand on a woman unless she's done something absolutely horrid like mess with his boots, which are his absolute most prized possessions.
Eyes:[/size] Human: Dark brown
Cat: lime green
Hair:[/size] His hair is a chocolatey brown color that is normally kept relatively long for a guy. It falls in small waves down to his shoulders and, for fancy occasions, he'll tie it up and slick it back with some oil.
Physique:[/size]
Human:
As a human, Puss In Boots stands at a nice five foot seven. He's a bit muscular but not alarmingly so. It's just enough to show that he's quite fit but not enough to be ridiculously so. He does indeed enjoy showing those muscles and scars he's gained through years of sword fighting by wearing short sleeved shirts with low necks. He does, however, wear full length black pants the majority of the time. He always wears his leather boots with its gold belt and details. His hair is normally loose and slightly curly. He also has a tendency to smile a lot and, since he looks to be about thirty to thirty five, he does have a few smile lines by his eyes. His laughter is deep and hearty and his voice purrs, just like his inner cat.
Cat:
Puss In Boots looks like a normal cat when he's not wearing his boots. He normally just walks around on all fours and eats, sleeps, purrs, and meows just like a regular cat. However, when he's wearing his boots, he acts much more human. He wears a belt around his kitty-waist that holds the sheath for his sword and he normally wears something that looks relatively like a large, black sombrero. His eyes are a piercing green and his fur is that of a regular orange tabby cat.
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History: [/font]Puss in Boots had relatively humble beginnings. He was born in the basement of a mill in a small kingdom. He grew up as a regular cat. He stayed by his mother's side as a kitten and played with his siblings. Eventually, his siblings and mother all either died, ran away, or were given away. None of this came as a shock to him. It was simply a cat's life.
Eventually, he began spending more and more time with his master, who was the elderly man who owned the mill. Puss In Boots was simply called Puss back in those days. He caught the mice that nibbled on the grains in the mill and occasionally managed to swipe a fish or two from the pond that lay nearby. But what Puss loved doing the most back then was observing humans. He found himself different from the other cats who believed themselves too noble to concern themselves with humans. Puss was fascinated by the idea of dancing on two legs and playing instruments, reading books, riding horses, and building houses. One night, while observing the humans, he noticed a human girl wish upon a shooting star. He decided that when he saw another star, he'd do the same and he did just that. He wished to be more like a human and he was granted with the ability to speak and stand on his hind legs(He'd eventually learn that he'd be able to become more and more human over time until he was actually able to turn into a true human).
He actually spoke his first human words in front of the old miller, who was overjoyed to find that he had an intelligent cat. However, the man's joy was short-lived because he knew that he only had a few more months to live. He and Puss spoke many times and he taught the cat how to walk properly and which phrases to use in which situations. Time flew by and his master found himself on his death bed. Now, the miller had three sons. He granted his mill and land to his two eldest sons and gave the cat to his remaining, favorite son.
After his father's death, Puss's new master often complained bitterly about the fact that he got landed with a stupid cat. Puss, slightly insulted by being called stupid, asked his master for boots and a bag and he promised that he would be able to turn his master's life around with a little time. His master simply figured he had nothing left to lose and gave the cat exactly what he wanted.
The cat then caught some rabbits in the bag and brought the game to the reigning king. Puss claimed that his current master was actually the Marquis of Carabas (a made up kingdom) and that the rabbits were presents to the king. The king was thankful for the kind gesture and sent Puss away. Puss continued to catch game for the king and claimed that it was all from his rich Marquis.
One day, the king was taking a carriage ride around the country. Puss received word of this and, being the clever cat that he was, managed to convince his master to go bathe in the nearby river. Puss hid his masters clothes beneath a rock and then rushed to the carriage, claiming his master was drowning and that a robber had stolen his clothes. The king sent his men to go save 'the Marquis' and he offered to take the young man on the rest of his journey around the kingdom. Puss ran ahead and told all of the workers in the fields to claim that they land that they worked was owned by the Marquis of Carabas if the king asked and the workers did as they were told. Then, when Puss encountered a castle owned by an ogre who could transform himself, he managed to trick the creature into changing into a mouse and he ate it. Then, when the king came to the castle, he claimed that the castle was owned by his master. His master eventually married the princess of the kingdom and Puss was also treated like royalty.
However, Puss wasn't content with the life of a royal. He wanted to have adventures. To go and see everything that the human world had to offer. So, he left his master and wandered across the land. He learned multiple languages during his travels and helped people out in return for new boots when his old pair wore out or sword fighting lessons or even a glass of milk when he could get one. Luckily, none of his future deals would involve consuming more ogres because ogres taste like ogres, no matter what form they take up at the time.
Over time, he discovered the joys of tail chasing and, when he discovered his ability to transform into a man, he learned the joys of skirt chasing as well. Swordfighting by day and loving passionately by night, Puss had earned the title of Puss In Boots for himself. After all, what other cat would walk around with boots on their feet and look darn good while doing it?
When the war began, Puss In Boots was eager to join the ranks. He was okay with handling monsters and robbers alike, but being ruled by someone evil most definitely was not on his to do list. However, he doesn't spend all of his time fighting evil armies and the such. He does like his down time, but he is quick to take down an enemy if he happens to run across one in his spare time.
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Role-play Example:
"No, no, no, no. That will never do." Puss In Boots said quietly as he scanned the music scores that he'd found in a book store and bought on a whim. He was now sitting in the middle of the forest in the 5th kingdom. He hadn't seen very many people pass him by since he'd settled himself down on the thick tree root. His guitar lay on the ground beside him as he tried to figure out some of the notes. He couldn't imagine playing this on the guitar... piano perhaps... but he wasn't any good at the piano, nor can one simply pick up a piano and bring it with you all the way to the middle of the forest.
He let out a slightly frustrated sigh, slammed the book shut and picked up his guitar. "It's near impossible to find some good music these days." he said with a slight grumble. He tested its tuning real quick before beginning to play a simple tune he'd learned back a while back. It was a nice, dance-able tune that could go on for ages if he'd wanted it to. He closed his eyes and tapped his foot along with it and, when he opened his eyes up again, he discovered that he did indeed have company.
A group of three birds had settled themselves down beside him on the root and they were bobbing their heads up and down with the guitar. He laughed and tilted his head at them. They did look rather tasty, but they were nothing to chase after. Especially when he wasn't hungry and he didn't feel like stopping his playing. He turned away from the birds and kept playing till he had a group of about twenty or so birds gathered about him and he stopped playing. "What... You cannot sense the cat within? Or am I just that good?" They didn't respond and he didn't expect them to. They simply continued to look at him expectantly and he went back to playing the guitar until the last bird flew away with the sunset and he packed up his things and headed off himself to wherever the road may take him.
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Name: Dice
Location: USA!!! [[Eastern Time]]
RP Experience: A long while now...
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Fun Fact About You: I speak two languages: Spanish and English... because of that, I have some issues speaking one or the other at random times so google translate is a gift from above to me.
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