Post by tillydeme on Mar 26, 2016 3:34:49 GMT
BOMBALURINA
*29*Jellicle*Caterina Scorsone*
Family: Mother, Father and Sister (all deceased)
Personality: Bombalurina is described as the tribe flirt, and she just may well be, but that's not who she really is. She is a troubled and tortured soul who always wears a mask to the world to cover her true feelings. She lacks self esteem and is unable to forge serious connections to anyone. She feels that she needs to be seen as something, to be known for something, even though she knows she has no real purpose to bring to the table.
She realised that she could sue her looks. She might not like who she was, and inside she might be a mess but externally she could be perceived as a strong and powerful feline in visually appealing ways, and though she is seen with many Toms, and the occasional Queen, she feels disgusted with herself everytime, but for some reason she can't stop. She's worried that if she stops the other cats will see her for who she really is, that they will realise just how messed up she really is, and she couldn't handle that.
Bombalurina has many dark secrets, most of which she will never tell anyone and that she hopes will ever see the light of day, she knows that if they do whats left of the life she has forged for herself will crumble and she will be discarded like yesterdays garbage, she will play her cards close to the chest, and will still step forward to help others with their problems, but for the life of her can never reveal her own.
History: Bombalurina was abandoned on the street as a young kitten, left to fend for herself. She had a twin sister who was killed by a peke after they had been left in a cardboard box in an alleyway. Bombalurina had escaped by hiding in the piles of rubbish she had passed as she returned to her sister.
She spent a lot of her young life on the street learning to take care of herself, but she also witnessed a lot of things that she shouldn't have as she grew up within a group of street cats who fought day in and day out. During a particularly nasty storm one evening she found herself get caught up in a flowing gutter after being pushed by another cat who she had classed as her friend and was washed down the street and through a drain. Miraculously surviving the ordeal, although severely injured she found herself on the outskirts of junkyard.
With a broken leg and tail and a pounding headache she limped towards the entrance hoping to find some refuge. She was immediately tended to by the healer of the tribe and made comfortable. But inside Bombalurina was anything but, she still felt uneasy, she struggled to trust other cats always waiting for an ulterior motive to surface. She had always lived by the fact that no one ever did anything for you without expecting something in return, and as she has grown up she still believes that.
Once she was fully healed she began to scope out different area's of the junkyard having been accepted by the tribe, she noticed a lot of the cats were still cautious of her, she had heard mutters of Macavity whispered around her. She knew her red coat was unusual and the whispers seemed to suggest that she to be related to the fiend. Bombalurina knew she wasn't, she had only ever seen the Tom once in person and that had been when she was still in her tween years.
She soon realised that if she wanted them to think of her as something else she would have to be something else, which was when she decided on being the tribe flirt. It gave her a purpose, a ploy, and although she still felt uncomfortable it was her mask to the world that she could hide behind so no one could see her true self.
As she grew older she formed many casual flings with various cats but was never committed. Although she desperately longed for the reassurance that a mateship would bring she can't bring herself to get close enough to anyone.
*29*Jellicle*Caterina Scorsone*
Family: Mother, Father and Sister (all deceased)
Personality: Bombalurina is described as the tribe flirt, and she just may well be, but that's not who she really is. She is a troubled and tortured soul who always wears a mask to the world to cover her true feelings. She lacks self esteem and is unable to forge serious connections to anyone. She feels that she needs to be seen as something, to be known for something, even though she knows she has no real purpose to bring to the table.
She realised that she could sue her looks. She might not like who she was, and inside she might be a mess but externally she could be perceived as a strong and powerful feline in visually appealing ways, and though she is seen with many Toms, and the occasional Queen, she feels disgusted with herself everytime, but for some reason she can't stop. She's worried that if she stops the other cats will see her for who she really is, that they will realise just how messed up she really is, and she couldn't handle that.
Bombalurina has many dark secrets, most of which she will never tell anyone and that she hopes will ever see the light of day, she knows that if they do whats left of the life she has forged for herself will crumble and she will be discarded like yesterdays garbage, she will play her cards close to the chest, and will still step forward to help others with their problems, but for the life of her can never reveal her own.
History: Bombalurina was abandoned on the street as a young kitten, left to fend for herself. She had a twin sister who was killed by a peke after they had been left in a cardboard box in an alleyway. Bombalurina had escaped by hiding in the piles of rubbish she had passed as she returned to her sister.
She spent a lot of her young life on the street learning to take care of herself, but she also witnessed a lot of things that she shouldn't have as she grew up within a group of street cats who fought day in and day out. During a particularly nasty storm one evening she found herself get caught up in a flowing gutter after being pushed by another cat who she had classed as her friend and was washed down the street and through a drain. Miraculously surviving the ordeal, although severely injured she found herself on the outskirts of junkyard.
With a broken leg and tail and a pounding headache she limped towards the entrance hoping to find some refuge. She was immediately tended to by the healer of the tribe and made comfortable. But inside Bombalurina was anything but, she still felt uneasy, she struggled to trust other cats always waiting for an ulterior motive to surface. She had always lived by the fact that no one ever did anything for you without expecting something in return, and as she has grown up she still believes that.
Once she was fully healed she began to scope out different area's of the junkyard having been accepted by the tribe, she noticed a lot of the cats were still cautious of her, she had heard mutters of Macavity whispered around her. She knew her red coat was unusual and the whispers seemed to suggest that she to be related to the fiend. Bombalurina knew she wasn't, she had only ever seen the Tom once in person and that had been when she was still in her tween years.
She soon realised that if she wanted them to think of her as something else she would have to be something else, which was when she decided on being the tribe flirt. It gave her a purpose, a ploy, and although she still felt uncomfortable it was her mask to the world that she could hide behind so no one could see her true self.
As she grew older she formed many casual flings with various cats but was never committed. Although she desperately longed for the reassurance that a mateship would bring she can't bring herself to get close enough to anyone.
I was a bit worried about what people would think for Bombalurina to have this personality but I couldn't resist as I thought it would be fun to make her this lonely and depressed soul and have everything else be a carefully constructed front 