History: Not much is really known about his life before meeting up with Lister and Rimmer, but it is known that he was born to a cripple and an idiot before they managed to perish. He was raised by a blind cat priest who taught him the ways of his 'people'. Everything else for his 'history' can be found here!
Appearance:BOOM! Basically he's humanoid, save for his rather noticeable fangs.
Personality: Cat can best be described as well, a cat. He marks his territory with spray cans, licks people that give him food, chases after shiny things and believes that all things belong to him. He's vain to an extreme, to the point that he carries a mirror with him at all times and loves to wear extravagant clothing. He likes to regularly see that he's looking good and never likes to be seen in the same outfit more than once. In addition to being extremely narcissistic, he's also a little too self-confident. He's convinced, despite never having any contact with a female, that he would be seen as irresistible to them. It is a point, in fact, that in a later episode when he's faced with seeing what would be most desirable to himself as a 'mate' he sees himself. He's also just a little obsessed with mating, but that will also pass with some time. It's no surprise, really, with how meticulous he is about his appearance and how self-centered he can be.
Being self-centered, he shows little regard for his 'friends' even when they are stuck in a dangerous situation. He'd rather enjoy his meal than pick someone up off the floor who is in need of assistance; he'd rather steal your pillow and blanket when you're sick because he needs a nap. He doesn't seem to care at all when the priest that raised him from a wee little kitten passes on, nor does he seem to care when a crew member is faced with destruction. Given time he will get better, he has shown a capacity for some loyalty and even a strange way of showing 'affection' via nicknames (even if some of them are less than pleasing to his companions) or deciding not to steal someone's shoes because they are 'friends'. He believes very strongly in self preservation, running at the first sign of danger rather than sticking with his mates. From an outside stand point, one can see how this would make Cat someone that they wouldn't really want to spent their time with; but he has his own skewed look at things and believes all of his flaws to be his best features.
He loves food, particularly fish and chicken, and he loves to play with it as well (though this seems to be more of an attempt at hunting in addition to being amusing to him). In addition to his obvious love of food, he also displays tendencies to be easily distracted and amused (such as chasing shiny things). While he adapts well enough to new situations and attempts to explain things in a proper way, he's not very good with his words sometimes. If he's not familiar with something (be it visual or scent-based) he's likely to describe it in the least scientific way possible, sometimes resorting to gems like 'wibbly thing' and 'swirly thing'. Despite this, it's clear that he is quite skilled when something matters to him. As an example, being the type of guy that likes to look good and never wants to wear the same thing twice he has clearly learned how to design and sew all of his own outfits (where else was he going to get those suits in deep space?).
He definitely considers himself to be smooth and while he definitely has some flaws he's really not all bad to be around. He at least has a sense of fun, or at least what's fun for him, anyway.
Abilites: HE SEWS HIS OWN CLOTHES! He can also pilot the Starbug, but that's not really relevant here. Maybe he'll be able to drive cars well, you know, so long as he doesn't see something shiny along the way.
Other: He functions on basic levels, really. He likes to eat, sleep, think about mating and look fabulous. He doesn't like to work, wake up, get dirty or go hungry.
SAMPLES First Person: video post - [At first there is nothing but a close up of Cat primping, but not much before he furrows his brow and pulls back.]
Now that I'm looking good, I've got a question for you monkeys! Who's idea of a joke is this?
[No, no, he's not talking about the fact that he's been kidnapped. Instead he's facing the camera to the closet in the master bedroom and then turning it back to his own face.]
How's anyone supposed to fit anything in here? This isn't even enough room for my shoes, man!
[He leans in again, rather serious now.]
Someone better tell me where my luggage is too, no way I'm walking around in the same outfit for more than a day.
[That's the perfect moment for a cheeky smile, his fang ever so noticeable.]
Not that I don't look gorgeous in it, but I wouldn't want to ruin the show for all the ladies out there!
[Nope, nevermind that his crew members aren't anywhere to be seen. All he cares about is how pretty he is. With that he shuts down the feed, but not before another moment of primping as the screen goes black.]
Third Person: He'd spent most of his morning creeping about the house, jumping from around corners and making himself look big before he finally realised he was on his own. After a moment, or more like an hour, of primping in the hallway mirror he spotted the doorway to the kitchen. It did seem like it was about time to eat, Cat meandering in while rubbing his hands together. And there he was, staring up at the glorious box positioned against the wall. That first sniff at it before he cleared his throat.
"Fish."
He waited a moment before his brow furrowed, Cat leaning in to sniff at it again.
"Hey man, you broken or something? I said 'fish'!"
There was an impatient tap of his foot against the kitchen floor before he finally leaned in and pressed his ear against the fridge. It was doing something, that was for sure. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though, some sort of hummy thing. He stepped back again, frowning before he finally reached out to pull open the door. Progress? Something like that, unless you were unfortunate enough to hear the words that came out of his mouth next.
"What kind of a machine is this, making me do all the work?" Disgraceful, that's what it was. He certainly had found the food, now if only he could figure out how to cook it.
OTHER Housing Request?: None! PUT HIM WHERE YOU WANT. I weep for his family. Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes and Yes! Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Unscreening is a-okay with me!
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Appearance: BOOM! Basically he's humanoid, save for his rather noticeable fangs.
Personality: Cat can best be described as well, a cat. He marks his territory with spray cans, licks people that give him food, chases after shiny things and believes that all things belong to him. He's vain to an extreme, to the point that he carries a mirror with him at all times and loves to wear extravagant clothing. He likes to regularly see that he's looking good and never likes to be seen in the same outfit more than once. In addition to being extremely narcissistic, he's also a little too self-confident. He's convinced, despite never having any contact with a female, that he would be seen as irresistible to them. It is a point, in fact, that in a later episode when he's faced with seeing what would be most desirable to himself as a 'mate' he sees himself. He's also just a little obsessed with mating, but that will also pass with some time. It's no surprise, really, with how meticulous he is about his appearance and how self-centered he can be.
Being self-centered, he shows little regard for his 'friends' even when they are stuck in a dangerous situation. He'd rather enjoy his meal than pick someone up off the floor who is in need of assistance; he'd rather steal your pillow and blanket when you're sick because he needs a nap. He doesn't seem to care at all when the priest that raised him from a wee little kitten passes on, nor does he seem to care when a crew member is faced with destruction. Given time he will get better, he has shown a capacity for some loyalty and even a strange way of showing 'affection' via nicknames (even if some of them are less than pleasing to his companions) or deciding not to steal someone's shoes because they are 'friends'. He believes very strongly in self preservation, running at the first sign of danger rather than sticking with his mates. From an outside stand point, one can see how this would make Cat someone that they wouldn't really want to spent their time with; but he has his own skewed look at things and believes all of his flaws to be his best features.
He loves food, particularly fish and chicken, and he loves to play with it as well (though this seems to be more of an attempt at hunting in addition to being amusing to him). In addition to his obvious love of food, he also displays tendencies to be easily distracted and amused (such as chasing shiny things). While he adapts well enough to new situations and attempts to explain things in a proper way, he's not very good with his words sometimes. If he's not familiar with something (be it visual or scent-based) he's likely to describe it in the least scientific way possible, sometimes resorting to gems like 'wibbly thing' and 'swirly thing'. Despite this, it's clear that he is quite skilled when something matters to him. As an example, being the type of guy that likes to look good and never wants to wear the same thing twice he has clearly learned how to design and sew all of his own outfits (where else was he going to get those suits in deep space?).
He definitely considers himself to be smooth and while he definitely has some flaws he's really not all bad to be around. He at least has a sense of fun, or at least what's fun for him, anyway.
Abilites: HE SEWS HIS OWN CLOTHES! He can also pilot the Starbug, but that's not really relevant here. Maybe he'll be able to drive cars well, you know, so long as he doesn't see something shiny along the way.
Other: He functions on basic levels, really. He likes to eat, sleep, think about mating and look fabulous. He doesn't like to work, wake up, get dirty or go hungry.
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First Person: video post -
[At first there is nothing but a close up of Cat primping, but not much before he furrows his brow and pulls back.]
Now that I'm looking good, I've got a question for you monkeys! Who's idea of a joke is this?
[No, no, he's not talking about the fact that he's been kidnapped. Instead he's facing the camera to the closet in the master bedroom and then turning it back to his own face.]
How's anyone supposed to fit anything in here? This isn't even enough room for my shoes, man!
[He leans in again, rather serious now.]
Someone better tell me where my luggage is too, no way I'm walking around in the same outfit for more than a day.
[That's the perfect moment for a cheeky smile, his fang ever so noticeable.]
Not that I don't look gorgeous in it, but I wouldn't want to ruin the show for all the ladies out there!
[Nope, nevermind that his crew members aren't anywhere to be seen. All he cares about is how pretty he is. With that he shuts down the feed, but not before another moment of primping as the screen goes black.]
Third Person:
He'd spent most of his morning creeping about the house, jumping from around corners and making himself look big before he finally realised he was on his own. After a moment, or more like an hour, of primping in the hallway mirror he spotted the doorway to the kitchen. It did seem like it was about time to eat, Cat meandering in while rubbing his hands together. And there he was, staring up at the glorious box positioned against the wall. That first sniff at it before he cleared his throat.
"Fish."
He waited a moment before his brow furrowed, Cat leaning in to sniff at it again.
"Hey man, you broken or something? I said 'fish'!"
There was an impatient tap of his foot against the kitchen floor before he finally leaned in and pressed his ear against the fridge. It was doing something, that was for sure. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though, some sort of hummy thing. He stepped back again, frowning before he finally reached out to pull open the door. Progress? Something like that, unless you were unfortunate enough to hear the words that came out of his mouth next.
"What kind of a machine is this, making me do all the work?" Disgraceful, that's what it was. He certainly had found the food, now if only he could figure out how to cook it.
OTHER
Housing Request?: None! PUT HIM WHERE YOU WANT. I weep for his family.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes and Yes!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Unscreening is a-okay with me!
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1462 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!