Quick note: Too busy to do art sobs ————————— Username: @.mxdflaps, you can call me Norway!! Shortened personality: [+] Considerate [+] Benign [+] Altruistic [+] Broad-minded [=] Metrical/Poetic [=] Placid [=] Intransigent [-] Oblivious [-] Dogmatic [-] Bashful [-] Distractible/Detached Written personality: It is an odd case when it comes to Shark. Unlike one might guess by his bold name or assuming appearance, this feline is rather set in his own ways. Seemingly always caught up in fantasy, Shark can appear detached or even neglectful to the cats around him. However, this is not the case. Despite his odd ways, he feels deeply for those around him, even the ones who might treat him like dirt. He believes everyone and everything has a purpose for doing, and that each action brings one a step closer to fate, which he trusts in with all of his heart. There are times when he isn’t fantasizing, however, and can be quite interesting company if you’re able to get close to him. One might easily lose their patience with this cat, though. This might be due to the fact that Shark’s brain works very differently than that of an average warrior’s. With the undiagnosed case of Fantasy Prone personality, as Shark aged, his brain seemed to turn far to the wistful thinking of things that were not reality, and he would often her things that weren’t there, such as a pair of wings on a cat’s back, snakes slithering from their jaws or crazed colorations on usually dull objects. This affected him quite greatly, causing the words spoken from his mouth to not be run by his brain first, and often coming out in oddly poetic strings that usually make very little sense. For instance, if someone were to ask how his day was going, the answer could be anywhere from ‘oh, merely yet another skip through the jar of tokens, do not worry about me.’ or ‘fate seems to be citrine today… the adversaries are weeping and are unsure which step to fall into next.’. Overall, though, Shark’s brain seems to be peaceful and quiet. As stated before, it heavily differs from other brains, as if he thinks in colors and waves and pictures instead of in words; which wouldn’t be surprising, due to his lack of speech unless provoked. He would often be so quiet that others assumed that he must not be paying attention, and then he would make an observation out of the blue that surprises them. He also never keeps secrets; as if he thinks that if he knows something, everyone must know it. Shark holds a deep love for aquatic creatures, and if not being watched carefully will merely stand in the middle of the ocean near the shore, up to his stomach, where he lets minnows and massive manta-rays flow around his paws without a word. This could lead to quite dangerous situations, however, like the attack on Ghost with the great-white shark. Codeword: In my personal opinion I’ve always thought it would be super cool to live life on a ship far out at sea, but my extreme paranoia of sea ‘monsters’ and deep waters often convince me otherwise lol Self roleplay example: (I’ll be using Shark for this, he’s around 7 months at the time and still living in the town! His FPP is only mild at this time, not as severe/noticeable as it will be when he’s in WindClan. I could just copy-paste a pre written srp but no I’m too devoted to this guy ksjfhg) (Continued below)
Man’s whisper lay upon the hot air like the buzzing of flies. Shark had learned to drown out these voices whenever focusing on something or taking a nap. However, it was at times like these when he didn’t mind the background noise; the familiar sounds of human voices, whistles, or ropes being hauled around seemed to sing through his tall ears. The grayscale tabby was perched atop a low wall lining a staircase that led from a few dwellings down to a general clearing, where a strange, man-made creation constantly spewed water. It still confused Shark to this day, who could never figure out how the tall structure worked as it cycled the stream, the constant flow and soothing background noise of it. Oh well, that wasn’t the time for pondering such things. He would part his maw in a long yawn, letting his small fangs catch the reflective rays of this afternoon’s sunlight. It was a hot evening, an evening to merely sit around and let the heat soak into your pelt. And Shark was participating in just this; His long tail draping down the side of the wall like a furry curtain. The young tom gave his head a small shake and turned onto his side, where his head rested on the fabric covering his front limbs. He would inhale the smell of it deeply. Though a bit faded, its familiar scent flooded into his nostrils and always caused a wave of longing to cascade over him. How he missed his mother and siblings, who he could vaguely remember the warm pelts of as they tussled over milk. His Madrecita’s gentle voice and paws as she would caress him. Ah, he knew what time it was. Any time he would begin to feel wistful or alone, he would make his way down to the docks. And that was what Shark did at this very moment. The tabby hopped down from the wall- stumbling just slightly on his singular hind leg- and began padding down the steps in the direction of the sea. He weaved through alleyways and little ‘restaurants’ as they were called, where he always picked up the delightful smell of food. Oftentimes they would toss him small pieces, of which he was eternally grateful. As he arrived at the little dock, the feline hopped up onto the creaky wood, the beams below sloshed by the slightly racked waves. He made his way to the end of the platform, where he leaned downwards and gently dipped his front paws into the waters below. The chilliness of it refreshed him quite a bit, as it usually did. He pulled his paws up and gave them a small flick, salty droplets flying onto his long whiskers, where he twitched them away. As the evening turned to a painted dusk, Shark curled up on the warm wood, the melodic sounds of the everlasting waters swimming through his ears. He finally drifted into a light sleep, dreaming of speeding scales and distant horizons. Am I in TFCRP?: Yep! Been a member for around a year and a half now idk msjfhghs Previous and current character(s): Tanglemumble of WindClan (passed at 73 moons due to inactivity), Driftdowny of ThunderClan (passed at 41 moons due to boredom), Honeyglaze of ThunderClan (passed away at 56 moons due to winning Fikakit), and Fikafrolic of WindClan! Will I actually use this design?: 1000% yes omg Disability research: I’ve roleplayed several OCs with missing limbs, so I’m pretty familiar with the concept haha. Here are a few links as to where I’ve touched up on my facts! https://www.cats.org.uk/help-and-advice/health/disabled-cats/three-legged-cats https://www.fearfreehappyhomes.com/7-things-to-know-about-living-with-a-tripod-cat/ https://thefluffykitty.com/tripod-cats (Continued in comments, please do not comment until I’m finished pasting!!)
