[font=trebuchet ms][size=20pt]++pantomime.[/size]
try to hear my voice
Username... fern0389
Screen Name... fern !
Muse... High with him. This will be only the second cat I play at the moment, and probably for a while. I am keeping scaled back in order to do each character justice. I am only playing in my two favorite Clans, WindClan and BoneClan.
Activity... With school started, early in mornings then a few hours at night, and on weekends, quite a bit.
Code... Molliarty
Experience... I have played 4 High Position cats in Main Clans, been on the site for over a year, then a long hiatus, now I am back.
you can leave, it's your choice.
.......................
can nobody HEAR ME?
Name... Pantokit, Pantomime
Meaning.. mime artist: somebody who acts without speaking, using gesture and expression
Gender... masculine
Sexuality... straight
Theme Song... Hear Me by Imagine Dragons
Appearance... ++solid cinnamon with white, and amber eyes
Soulful copper eyes glow among the rich dark rusty crimson of Pantokit's fur. His chest and stomach are splashed with white, careless and simple. A small, asymmetrical patch of snowy white surrounds his mouth and brushes up against his dainty pink nose. Panto's fur is dense, soft and thick, the color of deep red velvet, or the dark, pocked bark of an elm tree. The cat's body is small and lithe, unimpressive wiry muscles stretched beneath his deep, smouldering, mink-like fur coat. With eyes like lanterns and droopy black lids, Pantokit's constant little frown rests like a solid stone upon his face. Snowy boots sit on all four paws, prone to turning grey and yellow in the rough terrain of WindClan camp. Pantomime has long, thin legs and a well-proportioned body, though perhaps a little tall for his width. White whiskers arch gracefully away from his muzzle and the corners of his eyes, framing his tired face with translucent strands, throwing reflections across his face as the light hits his velvety fur.
Persona... ++sultry artistic type, antisocial but charming in his own way
Picture it, Paris, 1631, a struggling Renaissance street performer, a juggler, a singer, an artist, take your pick. He toils and toils inside his own mind, drowning in thoughts, theories, questions... He rarely approaches females, yet France's finest seem to flock to him, drawn to him by some invisible net, his oppressed-rebel aura bringing them like bees to honey.
Put that little bugger in cat form and you have Pantokit.
Pantokit, later named Pantomime, is a thinker, not a talker. Not much of a listener either. He has little regard for the feelings of others, with a smug arrogance accompanying his silent ponderings. Those big, amber eyes notice many things, though he is not socially perceptive. Romance holds little appeal for him, though he will fall in love once, to the perfect girl, whoever and wherever she is. Sultry, smart, charming-without-trying little Pantokit. His perfect girl can match him wit for wit, fight fire with fire. Spending so much time inside his own mind, he feels that that is all there is, with less interest in the world around him, let alone the people in it. Yes, little Pantokit... You love him or hate him.
A sidenote, he does love his family. He respects his mother, and tolerates his siblings, occasionally even.. enjoying their company.
Plots/Powers/Disorders...
++As hinted, he will find the right girl, and I plan to have them go on many adventures, maybe she will widen Pantomime's gaze a little.
++He runs away, perhaps disgusted with the intellects of his fellows, perhaps gets into some kind of trouble, maybe a catnip-addiction. I definitely want to go through with this one, I think a little addiction, one he eventually gets over, would be a great addition to his persona.
++I am considering having him suffer from hypnagogia, which is a sleeping disorder where your body falls asleep faster than your mind. Your head is filled with thoughts and the brain is not asleep, yet the body is. This results in panic, the feeling that something is crushing your chest, and temporary paralysis. You feel as if you are screaming but in actuality are making no noise. That's actually what his little theme song is about. It is pretty much being trapped in your own body.
++I have a character bond sitting in my inventory for him to have with a sibling or friend somewhere in his life.
Other... FINISHED!
[size=14]I got a lot that's on my mind.[/size]
