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"Mama told me that I'm just a late bloomer! She said I'll have my eyes someday."
┌ Artist comments ┐
8-1-16 ▸ I HAD TO RIP

├ Identification ┤

◥ Name◾ Barnaby (Goes by "Bucky")

    ▸ Why? ◾ His grandfather was named "Barnes", so naturally, his mother gave her father a nod when naming her only kitten. He goes by his fathers name now, which was Bucky.
    ▸ Alias/Nicknames ◾ Bucky [by Mother], xxx [by xxx]

◥ Age◾ 6 Months

▸ Currently◾ 6 Moons
▸ Joined at◾ 6 Moons
▸ Zodiac◾ Cancer
▸ Level◾ 1

◥ Sex◾ Male

    ▸ Gender◾ Male - Masculine

├ External ┤

◥ Description◾

   ▸ Distinguishing features◾ Blind eyes. Shorthair. Pointy tail.
   ▸ Body/Fur type◾ smol and squish
   ▸ Scent◾ Stinky kitten smell
   ▸ Walk/Posture◾ Very messy and misplaced footsteps, but NEVER hesitant. He's more likely to blindly bolt away that hesitate.
   ▸ Scars/Disabilities◾ He was born blind!

◥ Accessories◾ N/A.

├ Internal ┤

◥ Personality◾ Respectful. Bubbly. Optimistic. Oblivious/Gullible. Unadaptable. Crybaby. Klutzy.

   ▸ Respectful ◾ feeling or showing deference and respect.
He is obedient and a good boy in nearly all situations, and treats everyone as his superior. His parents always taught him to be a little gentleman, and he will do anything to show off his proper manners. Bucky will bend over backwards to help another cat out, even at his own expense. This little guy can't do much yet, but he's trying his best to whatever he can to stop all the angry noises and the cats that are affected by them.

▸ Bubbly◾ full of cheerful high spirits.
Bucky is a shining ball of sunshine. He wants to be a beckon of hope and promise for a brighter future. His mother always told him that there aren't many happy cats left, so Bucky has taken it upon himself to spread the sunshine. He is always bouncing and giggling, and has seemingly boundless energy. Nothing will stop this kitten once he's going, and don't get me started on trying to get him to sleep! Bucky just wants to pass the smiles, even in the most inappropriate situations. In his world, staying happy is a life or death ideal.

▸ Optimistic ◾ hopeful and confident about the future.
Again, to stress just how happy this little dude is, we'll focus on how optimistic he is. Momma would tell them that he is the hope for the future, and he must do everything in his power to continue and be the hope. With such doom and gloom surrounding them, Barnaby was raised to be bubbly, energetic, and overall optimistic in any situation. It comes to the point where if he hears someone crying, he'll fall silent. With a kitten that only has his voice and ears to really rely on, keeping quiet is hard. But he'll do everything in his power to cheer the other up. At any cost, happiness must prevail!

▸ Oblivious/Gullible ◾ easily persuaded to believe something.
Being so secluded and away from must groups of cats, Barnaby is oblivious to how cruel they can be. He puts his heart into everything he does, and trusts everyone he meets. This makes him an easy target for manipulation, but it would probably break his little heart if he ever figured out that impure intentions exist. The world is completely different in his mind. His world is full of laughter and kind words, never straying into the darker reaches of this crumbling world. His innocence could lead to his downfall.

▸ Unadaptable ◾ incapable of change.
Bucky hates change. He hates it more than anything in this world. More than the angry noises or scary smells, more than losing his mother. The tom wishes that he could've stayed with Buckwheat and Peony for his whole life, without any angry cats ruining their fun. He could've had siblings and a life full of giggles and warmth. Sometimes, Bucky can feel himself getting sad but will quickly redirect his thoughts. He fears being sad or mad, because then, maybe he'll become an "angry" cat too.

▸ Clutz ◾ Clumsy, awkward, or foolish.
Without a doubt, this little tom is very clumsy. Being blind doesn't help with his fumbling or stumbling, and constantly relocating never allowed him to fully grasp his surroundings. If something feels weird or foreign under his toes, he's more likely to sprint away (hopefully, without tripping over his own tail.) His mother used to joke about it being bad luck, since Bucky is sorta-kind part black cat. But he's learning and growing, and hopefully he'll mature someday soon. With growth, maybe he can leave his clumsy bumbling in the past.

◥ Type◾ TBA

◥ Alignment◾ Chaotic Good

├ History ┤

◥ Past ◾ Peony had lived with her father, Barnes, for her entire life. Everything started to crumble when they merged with another group of survivors, but she found stability in a tom named Buckwheat. He protected and courted her, and when Peony's father became infected, she fell into Buckwheat. They became mates and relit the life in Peony's eyes, and gave her hope for the future. The hope just kept building when she realized she was pregnant.

Having such low fertility, she was only able to give birth to one kitten. He was named Barnaby in honor of his now reanimated grandpa. They kept him close and split from the group, and found themselves constantly relocating. Things became more complicated when Barnaby opened his eyes. He would stare past or through his parents, eyes unseeing and completely clouded. He was blind.

By the time he could walk, he was being increasingly aware of the ugly noises that he could hear outside. The infected crawled the territory, and there was seemingly no where safe in sight. But little Barnaby didn't know that. He was kept oblivious and unknowing of the terrors around him. He was told to hide if he heard anything remotely scary or angry, because angry cats are dangerous. He was told when you get angry, you start smelling real bad and make lots of gross noises. No one wants to be around an angry cat, because if they catch you, you'll be angry too. Barnaby accepted this as his reality and lived in his own world.

Things changed when Buckwheat became infected. He slowly started showing the signs, but already being a hairless cat, didn't shed any fur. So Barnaby didn't know anything was wrong with his father. Peony would cry for hours and hours with her son tucked under her chest. Barnaby didn't know why, and everytime he asked, she would start sobbing harder. So Barnaby stayed quiet. Peony knew that her time was growing slim, so they decided to go their seperate ways. Peony wouldn't let go of her love so easily, and one night, Buckwheat bit deep into her back. She flung him off and grabbed her son by his scruff, and didn't look behind her as she ran away from her one true love.

She was now suffering a horrible wound, and started to smell. Barnaby picked up on this but didn't ask. He didn't want to hear her cry again. She was taking her son to the cats of Eden, as he was her only hope for a future. She believed she'd live through her son as he grew, so she wasn't afraid. When she reached them, the majority of her fur had fallen out and her eyes were already glazed over. Blood dripped from her nose onto her scruffed son, staining his pristine white fur. He could smell the stench and feel the hot liquid, but had no idea what the iron stench could be. He didn't squirm or wiggle, but allowed his weak mother to hobble on. The Edeners killed her on sight, thinking that she was attacking a helpless kitten as she groaned and sputtered.

She stayed as quiet as possible, keeping her voice quiet so her child wouldn't have to hear her slip away. A cat of eden rushed the kitten away, and Peony watched as all the light drained from her world.

Barnaby is now a new recruit, oblivious and bushy-tailed to make friends! He doesn't know where his mother went, but he's determined to find her again. It doesn't seem like anyone wants to break the news to such a bright little tom. It doesn't seem like anything can rain on his parade!

    ▸ RP History◾ N/A.

├ Bloodline ┤

◥ Immediate Family◾
    ▸ Mother◾ Peony . Bicolor American Shorthair. Deceased
    ▸ Father◾ Buckwheat "Bucky" . Spynx . Infected

◥ Mate◾ N/A.
    ▸ Kittens◾ N/A.
    ▸ Current/Past Attractions◾ N/A.
    ▸ Orientation◾ N/A. (He has potential to be really gay though ngl)
    ▸ Preferred Traits◾ N/A.
    ▸ Disliked Traits◾ N/A.
    ▸ Sexual Status◾ N/A.
    ▸ First love◾ N/A.
◥ Soulbound◾ N/A.

├ Trivia ┤

◥ Themes◾ N/A.
    ▸ Voice Actor◾ N/A.
    ▸ Description◾ N/A.

◥ Favorites◾
    ▸ Cat◾ Undecided.
    ▸ Game◾ "I'm a bat" (He just screams at something and tries to guess where it is based off the scream!! lots a fun)
    ▸ Food◾ MICE!
    ▸ Time◾ Warm time! (Whenever everything feels warm aka Daytime)
    ▸ Item◾ Bark (He loves the texture!)
    ▸ Phrase/Word◾ "Mama told me..."

◥ Likes◾ FAMILY. Playing with anything he can find. Getting warm cuddles. Surprises.

◥ Dislikes◾ Being babied because of his blindness. Being scruffed.

◥ Quirks◾
▸ Will address all feminine figures as "momma"!
▸ Doesn't understand that the dead walk the earth. His parents taught him that they were just angry cats that make lots of scary noises, and that he must hide from all the scary noises.

◥ Fears◾ Being completely alone.

├ Roleplay ┤

◥ (Literate) Example◾ The tom winced as the other slipped right through his paws again, this time purposely pressing up against the previously made scars. It stung like a pain he'd never felt before, as if salt was just put on the wound. Ace grunted angrily, hitting the ground with a steady thump. Dust drifted by his paws, his head lowered in an offensive stance. His chest was heaving, as he hadn't been trained or built for this sort of fighting. Or any fighting at all, really. He was sturdy, which gave him an advantage in taking hits, but how long would that last?

His pale eyes locked with the green orbs in front of him, panic rising in his chest as he saw the smile again. Spirits, that smile would be present in his nightmares. Ace was too busy staring and contemplating; Too busy regaining his breath. He didn't even realize when his world began to burn. He saw a blur of fire and felt it slash his neck like a blade, licking at his fur with a hunger he'd never known. It didn't hurt at first, no, the shock was too overbearing. But once he realized what had happened, it was cold. An icy burn around his throat while blood dripped fully down his chest. Everything was red. Ace stumbled back, too fearful to look down at his newly acquired injury. If it looked as bad as it felt, he might've fainted on the spot.

He felt betrayal. He hadn't known Fable for long, but he hadn't expected this. Ace could feel his body begging to feel peace again, not the ravaging burning on his throat. A bit of blood dribbled down his chin, eyes then flickering back up to look at Fable. He stared and stared, his pale eyes cutting holes through the other tom. But he did nothing. He only stared in disbelief as his entire body shook. Then, gathering whatever strength remained, he began to run. He ran straight past his opponent, stumbling with every step. He kept running along the shore of Ezrael's lake towards Light Tribe, a trail of bloody pawprints trailing behind him. He had to run. He had to escape. He had to live.

◥ (Semi-Literate) Example◾  His muscles ached, and his whole body was groaning in protest; Protest to dying. Ace meekly lifted one of his paws, watching it with tired eyes. Perhaps it was best if his story ended here. The tom was coming to terms with his stupid actions, and then he tasted a salty bitterness. Tears had begun cascading down his framed face. He hadn't even realized, but now there was no stopping them. He'd lost so much blood now, and he was still a distance from the Light Tribe camp. This would be his final resting place.

◥ Preferred methods◾
    ▸ Skype◾ Yes! (My favorite!)
    ▸ Notes◾ Yes! (My second favorite!)
    ▸ Google Docs◾ Yes! (My third favorite!)
    ▸ Chatroom◾ Yes! (Only script!)
    ▸ Comments◾ No!

    ▸ (Paragraph) Literate◾ Yes! (Replies might come slower!)
    ▸ (Paragraph) Semi-Literate◾ Yes! (Slightly faster replies!)
    ▸ Script◾ Yes! (Fastest replies!)

Description

"Mama told me that I'm just a late bloomer! She said I'll have my eyes someday."
┌ Artist comments ┐
8-1-16 ▸ I HAD TO RIP

├ Identification ┤

◥ Name◾ Barnaby (Goes by "Bucky")

    ▸ Why? ◾ His grandfather was named "Barnes", so naturally, his mother gave her father a nod when naming her only kitten. He goes by his fathers name now, which was Bucky.
    ▸ Alias/Nicknames ◾ Bucky [by Mother], xxx [by xxx]

◥ Age◾ 6 Months

▸ Currently◾ 6 Moons
▸ Joined at◾ 6 Moons
▸ Zodiac◾ Cancer
▸ Level◾ 1

◥ Sex◾ Male

    ▸ Gender◾ Male - Masculine

├ External ┤

◥ Description◾

   ▸ Distinguishing features◾ Blind eyes. Shorthair. Pointy tail.
   ▸ Body/Fur type◾ smol and squish
   ▸ Scent◾ Stinky kitten smell
   ▸ Walk/Posture◾ Very messy and misplaced footsteps, but NEVER hesitant. He's more likely to blindly bolt away that hesitate.
   ▸ Scars/Disabilities◾ He was born blind!

◥ Accessories◾ N/A.

├ Internal ┤

◥ Personality◾ Respectful. Bubbly. Optimistic. Oblivious/Gullible. Unadaptable. Crybaby. Klutzy.

   ▸ Respectful ◾ feeling or showing deference and respect.
He is obedient and a good boy in nearly all situations, and treats everyone as his superior. His parents always taught him to be a little gentleman, and he will do anything to show off his proper manners. Bucky will bend over backwards to help another cat out, even at his own expense. This little guy can't do much yet, but he's trying his best to whatever he can to stop all the angry noises and the cats that are affected by them.

▸ Bubbly◾ full of cheerful high spirits.
Bucky is a shining ball of sunshine. He wants to be a beckon of hope and promise for a brighter future. His mother always told him that there aren't many happy cats left, so Bucky has taken it upon himself to spread the sunshine. He is always bouncing and giggling, and has seemingly boundless energy. Nothing will stop this kitten once he's going, and don't get me started on trying to get him to sleep! Bucky just wants to pass the smiles, even in the most inappropriate situations. In his world, staying happy is a life or death ideal.

▸ Optimistic ◾ hopeful and confident about the future.
Again, to stress just how happy this little dude is, we'll focus on how optimistic he is. Momma would tell them that he is the hope for the future, and he must do everything in his power to continue and be the hope. With such doom and gloom surrounding them, Barnaby was raised to be bubbly, energetic, and overall optimistic in any situation. It comes to the point where if he hears someone crying, he'll fall silent. With a kitten that only has his voice and ears to really rely on, keeping quiet is hard. But he'll do everything in his power to cheer the other up. At any cost, happiness must prevail!

▸ Oblivious/Gullible ◾ easily persuaded to believe something.
Being so secluded and away from must groups of cats, Barnaby is oblivious to how cruel they can be. He puts his heart into everything he does, and trusts everyone he meets. This makes him an easy target for manipulation, but it would probably break his little heart if he ever figured out that impure intentions exist. The world is completely different in his mind. His world is full of laughter and kind words, never straying into the darker reaches of this crumbling world. His innocence could lead to his downfall.

▸ Unadaptable ◾ incapable of change.
Bucky hates change. He hates it more than anything in this world. More than the angry noises or scary smells, more than losing his mother. The tom wishes that he could've stayed with Buckwheat and Peony for his whole life, without any angry cats ruining their fun. He could've had siblings and a life full of giggles and warmth. Sometimes, Bucky can feel himself getting sad but will quickly redirect his thoughts. He fears being sad or mad, because then, maybe he'll become an "angry" cat too.

▸ Clutz ◾ Clumsy, awkward, or foolish.
Without a doubt, this little tom is very clumsy. Being blind doesn't help with his fumbling or stumbling, and constantly relocating never allowed him to fully grasp his surroundings. If something feels weird or foreign under his toes, he's more likely to sprint away (hopefully, without tripping over his own tail.) His mother used to joke about it being bad luck, since Bucky is sorta-kind part black cat. But he's learning and growing, and hopefully he'll mature someday soon. With growth, maybe he can leave his clumsy bumbling in the past.

◥ Type◾ TBA

◥ Alignment◾ Chaotic Good

├ History ┤

◥ Past ◾ Peony had lived with her father, Barnes, for her entire life. Everything started to crumble when they merged with another group of survivors, but she found stability in a tom named Buckwheat. He protected and courted her, and when Peony's father became infected, she fell into Buckwheat. They became mates and relit the life in Peony's eyes, and gave her hope for the future. The hope just kept building when she realized she was pregnant.

Having such low fertility, she was only able to give birth to one kitten. He was named Barnaby in honor of his now reanimated grandpa. They kept him close and split from the group, and found themselves constantly relocating. Things became more complicated when Barnaby opened his eyes. He would stare past or through his parents, eyes unseeing and completely clouded. He was blind.

By the time he could walk, he was being increasingly aware of the ugly noises that he could hear outside. The infected crawled the territory, and there was seemingly no where safe in sight. But little Barnaby didn't know that. He was kept oblivious and unknowing of the terrors around him. He was told to hide if he heard anything remotely scary or angry, because angry cats are dangerous. He was told when you get angry, you start smelling real bad and make lots of gross noises. No one wants to be around an angry cat, because if they catch you, you'll be angry too. Barnaby accepted this as his reality and lived in his own world.

Things changed when Buckwheat became infected. He slowly started showing the signs, but already being a hairless cat, didn't shed any fur. So Barnaby didn't know anything was wrong with his father. Peony would cry for hours and hours with her son tucked under her chest. Barnaby didn't know why, and everytime he asked, she would start sobbing harder. So Barnaby stayed quiet. Peony knew that her time was growing slim, so they decided to go their seperate ways. Peony wouldn't let go of her love so easily, and one night, Buckwheat bit deep into her back. She flung him off and grabbed her son by his scruff, and didn't look behind her as she ran away from her one true love.

She was now suffering a horrible wound, and started to smell. Barnaby picked up on this but didn't ask. He didn't want to hear her cry again. She was taking her son to the cats of Eden, as he was her only hope for a future. She believed she'd live through her son as he grew, so she wasn't afraid. When she reached them, the majority of her fur had fallen out and her eyes were already glazed over. Blood dripped from her nose onto her scruffed son, staining his pristine white fur. He could smell the stench and feel the hot liquid, but had no idea what the iron stench could be. He didn't squirm or wiggle, but allowed his weak mother to hobble on. The Edeners killed her on sight, thinking that she was attacking a helpless kitten as she groaned and sputtered.

She stayed as quiet as possible, keeping her voice quiet so her child wouldn't have to hear her slip away. A cat of eden rushed the kitten away, and Peony watched as all the light drained from her world.

Barnaby is now a new recruit, oblivious and bushy-tailed to make friends! He doesn't know where his mother went, but he's determined to find her again. It doesn't seem like anyone wants to break the news to such a bright little tom. It doesn't seem like anything can rain on his parade!

    ▸ RP History◾ N/A.

├ Bloodline ┤

◥ Immediate Family◾
    ▸ Mother◾ Peony . Bicolor American Shorthair. Deceased
    ▸ Father◾ Buckwheat "Bucky" . Spynx . Infected

◥ Mate◾ N/A.
    ▸ Kittens◾ N/A.
    ▸ Current/Past Attractions◾ N/A.
    ▸ Orientation◾ N/A. (He has potential to be really gay though ngl)
    ▸ Preferred Traits◾ N/A.
    ▸ Disliked Traits◾ N/A.
    ▸ Sexual Status◾ N/A.
    ▸ First love◾ N/A.
◥ Soulbound◾ N/A.

├ Trivia ┤

◥ Themes◾ N/A.
    ▸ Voice Actor◾ N/A.
    ▸ Description◾ N/A.

◥ Favorites◾
    ▸ Cat◾ Undecided.
    ▸ Game◾ "I'm a bat" (He just screams at something and tries to guess where it is based off the scream!! lots a fun)
    ▸ Food◾ MICE!
    ▸ Time◾ Warm time! (Whenever everything feels warm aka Daytime)
    ▸ Item◾ Bark (He loves the texture!)
    ▸ Phrase/Word◾ "Mama told me..."

◥ Likes◾ FAMILY. Playing with anything he can find. Getting warm cuddles. Surprises.

◥ Dislikes◾ Being babied because of his blindness. Being scruffed.

◥ Quirks◾
▸ Will address all feminine figures as "momma"!
▸ Doesn't understand that the dead walk the earth. His parents taught him that they were just angry cats that make lots of scary noises, and that he must hide from all the scary noises.

◥ Fears◾ Being completely alone.

├ Roleplay ┤

◥ (Literate) Example◾ The tom winced as the other slipped right through his paws again, this time purposely pressing up against the previously made scars. It stung like a pain he'd never felt before, as if salt was just put on the wound. Ace grunted angrily, hitting the ground with a steady thump. Dust drifted by his paws, his head lowered in an offensive stance. His chest was heaving, as he hadn't been trained or built for this sort of fighting. Or any fighting at all, really. He was sturdy, which gave him an advantage in taking hits, but how long would that last?

His pale eyes locked with the green orbs in front of him, panic rising in his chest as he saw the smile again. Spirits, that smile would be present in his nightmares. Ace was too busy staring and contemplating; Too busy regaining his breath. He didn't even realize when his world began to burn. He saw a blur of fire and felt it slash his neck like a blade, licking at his fur with a hunger he'd never known. It didn't hurt at first, no, the shock was too overbearing. But once he realized what had happened, it was cold. An icy burn around his throat while blood dripped fully down his chest. Everything was red. Ace stumbled back, too fearful to look down at his newly acquired injury. If it looked as bad as it felt, he might've fainted on the spot.

He felt betrayal. He hadn't known Fable for long, but he hadn't expected this. Ace could feel his body begging to feel peace again, not the ravaging burning on his throat. A bit of blood dribbled down his chin, eyes then flickering back up to look at Fable. He stared and stared, his pale eyes cutting holes through the other tom. But he did nothing. He only stared in disbelief as his entire body shook. Then, gathering whatever strength remained, he began to run. He ran straight past his opponent, stumbling with every step. He kept running along the shore of Ezrael's lake towards Light Tribe, a trail of bloody pawprints trailing behind him. He had to run. He had to escape. He had to live.

◥ (Semi-Literate) Example◾  His muscles ached, and his whole body was groaning in protest; Protest to dying. Ace meekly lifted one of his paws, watching it with tired eyes. Perhaps it was best if his story ended here. The tom was coming to terms with his stupid actions, and then he tasted a salty bitterness. Tears had begun cascading down his framed face. He hadn't even realized, but now there was no stopping them. He'd lost so much blood now, and he was still a distance from the Light Tribe camp. This would be his final resting place.

◥ Preferred methods◾
    ▸ Skype◾ Yes! (My favorite!)
    ▸ Notes◾ Yes! (My second favorite!)
    ▸ Google Docs◾ Yes! (My third favorite!)
    ▸ Chatroom◾ Yes! (Only script!)
    ▸ Comments◾ No!

    ▸ (Paragraph) Literate◾ Yes! (Replies might come slower!)
    ▸ (Paragraph) Semi-Literate◾ Yes! (Slightly faster replies!)
    ▸ Script◾ Yes! (Fastest replies!)