(backstory and stuff) Name: Raliph (Don't call him Ralph. Ever. Always Raliph. ALWAYS) Age: Acts somewhere 17-28 Gender: Male S.O.: Hetrosexual (WAIT WHY IS HE STRAIGHT WHAT THE HECK) Species: Alien cat from to an unknown planet. Personality: In the project Backstory: For most of his life, Raliph was raised in a testing facility. Of course, that's why he ended up cold and anti-social, but believe it or not, it wasn't the testing that messed him up. They fed him, gave him a rather large cage, and at this point, the facility was probably safer than his home planet, which was currently at war, and polluted beyond imaginable. So basically, Raliph could have survived fine in facility. The only problem was that the scientist there were, not the most playful. Raliph was always alone, and never made any friends, so in the end, his social skills were crud. When he just a young was an adolescent, somewhere around 13, the facility was instructed to release all the test subjects, including Raliph. Since that point, he's been exploring space. His criminal record isn't that bad, actually, just multiple accusations of theft. Which isn't to bad compared to some cats, really. Extra: Yes that eye on his forehead does still see things. To add to that, the rings on his tails are trackers that the lab put on when he was realised, one tracks heart rate, one tracks blood pressure, and one tracks location, but in fear of his privacy, Raliph disabled that a long time ago. To add to that, due to his alien orgins, Raliph doesn't need oxygen as much as other cats. While most cats (assuming this is a cat dominated world) can survive 3 minutes without air, he can survive 10 minutes. Guys, I know the song (I Write Sins, Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco) has cuss words, but brah, I'm to lazy to cut it. So, just to warn you, the song cusses a bit kiddies, so don't feel offended when you here it
