Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190607112231/@comment-36195412-20190608010719

(changing my cat with fighting knowledge to hunting, if that's alright?)

Name: Hunta (was "Hunter" but he's not good at pronouncing things)

I can 'h'old my breath''

I can bite my tongue

I can stay awake for days

If that’s what you want

Be your number one

I can fake a smile

I can force a laugh

I can dance and play the part

If that’s what you ask

Give you all I am

Appearance: Hunta is a Somali cat, and has the characteristic long hair. His face is a bit strange, as it looks as though he has "heavy stage makeup" around his eyes. A small bit of the area around his eyes is pale, but the area around this is much darker, nearly black but still ginger. Bits of his forehead are tabby, and his chin is white, with some of his neck being pale as well. His whiskers are long and white, and his nose is gingerish-pink. He has a soft coat, which sheds twice yearly, and is medium-longish. His ears are pretty tall. His tail is also a bit darker than the rest of him, and his paws are also somewhat dark. His fur is ginger, darker in some places than others, and his eyes are yellow. Image: https://www.google.com/search?q=somali+cat&rlz=1CAEAQE_enUS805US805&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjqxav31tjiAhUJEawKHSYIATEQ_AUIECgB&biw=1366&bih=641#imgrc=LM1Spnx4TKJPsM:

I can do it

I can do it

I can do it--

Personality: (hhh I gotta go so it's short here) Hunta seems to be just fine. He constantly cracks jokes, tries to seem important. He claims to have been places, and is always saying he has big dreams. He's an ambivert as well. He seems to be a bit narcisstic, actually, and won't shut up half the time. He'll constantly spout stupid facts you didn't want to know. But--something's not right about him. He tends to shut himself off from the world at times, and pulls away from conversation unexpectedly. He...he...he's broken. He lost his one friend in this world because of his stupid ideas, and he can't go back. He's scared of himself, scared of the world, and feels like most things are his fault. He's shattered inside, enough said.

But I’m only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I’m only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I’m only human, yeah

Origins (How they were taken to the pound, how they escaped like the others): Hunta was a pet cat, some time ago. He was bred by a breeder and he used to live with some humans, but they lost him after he escaped their house one day. He wound up in the shelter, where he's been trying to get out ever since, trying to find his family. It's not uncommon for him to wake up and mutter, "Zehpyr? Zephyr..." in a scared, almost mournful voice while sleeping.

I can turn it on

Be a good machine

I can hold the weight of worlds

If that’s what you need

Be your everything

Age: 5

I can do it

I can do it

I'll get through it

Love life (What gender they are attracted to, if they will be allowed to be shipped with, just keep in mind the cats are spayed): Hunta has never been in a relationship before, but he's biromantic asexual. He's open to shipping.

But I’m only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I’m only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I’m only human, yeah

Role: Knowledge of Hunting/Thievery