Post by quintessence on Jan 23, 2007 21:39:38 GMT -5
Straighten up and fly right, kid.
Quintessence
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circa 26 moons
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Tom
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Quint is a tortie tom with a lean, athletic build, aqua-
colored eyes, and short, soft fur. His pattern consists
of soft grays, tans, blacks, and whites.
^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^----Looks
Quintessence, or Quint, as he is so often called, is a
reformed moocher and an aspiring optimist. In a way.
He can be rather charming, but usually he seems to
prefer the 'nice guy' role. He is not arrogant in any
way, though he sometimes tends to complain and has
a tendancy to try and convince others to do stuff for
him, despite his best attempts not to.
^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^----Persona
Quint was born to parents who were sure they
could never have kits. Since he was their first and
only (ever), they doted upon him every day. They
spoiled him so terribly that he never had to do
anything for himself. He became chubby and lazy
and indulgent. But when his parents died, he was
left alone-- with no one to tend to him!
Quint struggled to hone the skills he had, and
suceeded in shrugging off his fat and becoming
lean and athletic, as well as fast and strong. Yet
the hunting and the fighting seemed so hard to
him. He was used to a comfortable life to rival a
kittypet's. That's what he was, really: a feral kittypet.
Quint turned to crime for easy food. He stole from
rogues, he stole from the Clans -sometimes even
from the fresh-kill pile itself, he was that good- and
even from the homes of twolegs! To him, it was
easier than hunting. Soon, he began enjoying the
act of stealing; it became a compulsion. He grew
into a kleptomaniac and developed a nasty twitch
when he went too long without stealing. Still, he was
on top of the world, even without his doting parents.
But then a series of accidents turned his good luck
to bad. Guard dogs, badly-constructed houses, and
poison complicated his life, and for the first time in
a long time Quint the Klepto went hungry. Similar
events continued, climaxing in an accident that
dealt a fatal blow to one of his kittypet friends, the
spunky Missy.
He barely escaped with his life that time. An old tom
friend/aquantence of his pulled him aside -Quint
shook up and crestfallen- and gave him a few words
of advice. They really boiled down to this: "Straighten
up and fly right, kid."
So Quint set out to do so. ...He also figured it would
be a good idea to disappear for a while. Many cats
and dogs -not to mention twolegs- wanted him
where he came from.
He found this valley, and is now ready to join a Clan.
He'd like to make something of himself; it is his goal
to live out the remainder of his life on the right
side of the law.
But can Quintessence control his klepto compulsions,
or will he return to his dangerous way of life?
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Stay on the straight and narrow.