➵ ➵ Offical Fancy Cat Roleplay (Owners only)

[Beachy.]

~SQUEE

Username:
~Chernobyl~
Preferred Nickname:
Cher
Fancy cats name:
Lumen/Magi
Gender:
Male
Breif personality:
Reserved and strong willed, Magi, or known to mortals as Lumen, stands up for what's right, but won't start a riot about it. Even though once he's got an opinion he sticks to it, he won't usually star pressuring others about it, because he knows not to greatly upset people over something ridiculous. He keeps to himself mostly anyways, so he usually doesn't run into this kind of problem. And despite his troubled past... he is so sweet.
Brief House description (Words, please.):
A quaint little brick red cottage with a black front door. It was originally red with white trim, but ever since he listened to the song Painted Black by The Rolling Stones, his door was painted black. If you go inside, nearly everything is music inspired!
Job/occupation(I'll tell you if its avlible.):
The one everyone knows about: Music Store Owner. He's the only one that works there, it's been in the family.
The one only he knows about: He is the Grim Reaper's assistant. Long story, I can tell you if you like, it's pretty good.
Looks:

(Lumen by The Pirate Dragon)

.:: B O U L E V A R D ::.
Standing up and brushing the crumbs out of his fur, he headed outside, grabbing his white net-bag before leaving. Today the tide had washed up many beautiful shells that were still in one piece, and he was hoping for some silvery ones. He had just bought a brand new tube of baby blue paint and had just the perfect idea for his next creation.

.:: R A T C H E T ~ B O N E S ::.
Ratchet sees Seneca hide her face and without changing his bland expression, nods to her politely before trotting eagerly into his parlor. There was fresh flowers set up, something to brighten the dreary place, as he sat up at his podium in case any visitors were likely to drop by. He had just finished the last body dressing, and had received a letter warning him the arrival of one more.

.:: L U M E N // M A G I ::.
Lumen, finished with his morning chores, grabbed his Walkman and jogged out of the house, feeling like a morning walk might feel rather nice. The song playing? Drive By, his most played song by Train... well, second most played. The first most played would have to be Don't Fear The Reaper by The Blue Oyster Cult, because he saw the deep irony in it.

[Miyazaki]

ooc: I was just thinking, do these cats have a currency of some kind? xD

Seneca
After passing the red-eyed cat, Seneca arrives at the market. She sets up her stand and her newly decorated "Fresh Blueberries" sign.

Sebastian
Sebastian is ready for his lunch break. He happily heads across the street to the bakery to get a bite to eat, surprisingly, this time with no stares coming his way.

[Beachy.]

.:: B O U L E V A R D ::.
While picking up an extremely large shell, Boulevard dropped his net bag, which the wind promptly blew out to sea. The sire merely squinted his eyes. I'm done with this. Walking out to town to purchase a new one, he decided maybe he should do some grocery shopping in the meantime. Tipping his head politely to any fancies that walked by, he entered the market, then doubled back when he noticed Seneca.
"Fresh Blueberries" he reads the sign aloud, paws on his hips, and with an intrigued tone. "Do you grow them yourself?"

.:: R A T C H E T ~ B O N E S ::.
Ding! The shop bell rang, and a lovely pink Fancy from out of town handed him a casket and a wide envelope. "Have a good day!" her singsong voice rang cheerily as she left for good. This unnerved Ratchet slightly. "She's awfully perky for someone crating corpse's." he chuckled nervously to the stiff in the box. "Alright, let's dress you up. I don't believe we've met before, you're from out of town. I'm guessing you're here because... relatives? Let's see your paperwork."
Reading the papers within the envelope, he shook his head. "Ah, death by stroke. Mr Pennsworth is it? I believe I dressed your niece the other day. My condolences, but she was a... prize, of mine. Such beauty. Mother wouldn't have approved."

.:: L U M E N // M A G I ::.
Jogging down the street, he zoned out in his music, his eyes shut slightly as he divulged into his thoughts. Don't Fear The Reaper had come on, and he took great ecstasy in having that play while the warm sun hit his fur and the wind whisked past.
His fur started glowing randomly at that moment, making him pause. "Father?" Of course, he was not really speaking to his father, but rather the being who granted him a certain gift of life.

[Miyazaki]

Seneca
"Yes, I do" replies Seneca quietly. "Would you like to buy some? This batch is very good if I do say so myself."

[**Snowwhisper**]

Charity

Charity sighs as she breathes in the city air, it's nice to get out once and awhile. Of course she couldn't leave for a long time, she didn't have anyone to watch the store or the pets. She sighed as she realized that she would have to hire another cat, to help her. She started thinking that as soon as she got back to the shop, she could make up posters, and a help wanted sign. As she neared her shop she looked over to the market, and smiled as she saw that they had some fresh blueberries. They were her favorite and they looked great! She looked both ways before crossing the street, and making her way towards them. She noticed the stand owner was talking to another cat and slower her walk to, give them time to talk before getting there.

[>> Leafstorm515]

Occ; will post soon, having to come up with a reply XD

[Beachy.]

.:: B O U L E V A R D ::.
He smiled. "I would love to! They look divine." he purred, "how much will that be, love?"

.:: R A T C H E T ~ B O N E S ::.
Tapping his foot on the floor, Ratchet looked over the papers more.

.:: L U M E N // M A G I ::.
A dark shadow fogged up a nearby window and Lumen's fur started glowing even more. "Father, why now?" But the shadow left. Sighing, Lumen raced back home before anyone took notice.

My muse is gone fishing, will be back soon xD

[Miyazaki]

ooc: What should the currency be for these cats?

[>> Leafstorm515]

Occ: Currency? Hmm... I don't know, Shall we say coins of some kind?

.:: Mackenna ::.
Taking a break from her desk, Mac had taken a walk. Ambling in no general direction was one of her specialties. Glancing around her, she let out a sigh of agravation. This town was so boring, nothing ever happened, no one ever went crazy. Well, she thought with a dark smile, unless you count me. Finding herself a ways away from where she had started, Mac blinked at the odd looking building before her. "Oh, the morgue." She said with disinterest. The place didn't bother her, as did death. In her line of work, it was all part of the game. Kill or be killed, she mused, softly creeping over to the window. She peered inside, her eyes cutting through the gloom to spot a cat looking at papers. Makng sure to stay hidden, she watched.

~~ Murdoc ~~
With a gutteral sigh, Murdoc padded down the main drag of town. His permenant sneer seemed to tell everyone to stay out of his way, but a then again the still fresh scratches said enough. "You got another bear?" An older cat yelled, and Murdoc dipped his head slightly, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Yeah. Ran it out this morning." He said in his deep voice, heading for the store.

[Beachy.]

ooc- Paw Coins? Idk xD I make up the most cliché names...

Ratchet Bones
"Tsk Tsk. I wish you had been part of my handywork, you've got a rather nice color about you." he put the papers down and pushed the casket into the next room before returning. "Oh well! I'm due again soon enough." he laughed.

Lumen//Magi
"You have someone coming to you tonight, be prepared for the worst. I'm not sure what will happened, but I have a feeling it won't be good, so be quick when you feel it!" The voice within his head echoed before he returned to his natural dull. "Thank you, Father." He returned to his jog.