NOTE: This silly kitty IS open for roleplay. Note, chat, or whatever. 8D Just let me know~ <3
NAME: Morris NICKNAME: Mo AGE: 22 23 BIRTHDAY: June 21 GENDER: Male NATURE: Mild POKEMON/HUMAN: Liepard HOMETOWN: Nacrene City, Unova HISTORY: Morris was born to a rather artsy family in Nacerene City. As a purrloin he was rather mischievous and would go on "adventures" with his friends around the many converted warehouses that the city had available. Being the absent-minded space cadet that he always was, sometimes Morris would get left behind and would be forced to find his way back home alone. While making his way through the labyrinth of buildings, he would come up with silly and fantastical stories as to what happened to tell his parents. In turn, they encouraged him to write those stories down. This sparked his interest in writing. Unlike his two siblings and parents, Morris found himself to lack the eye and hands required for the creation of visual arts. Because of his dissatisfaction with the crafts he made, his affinity with writing grew. He set himself to improve the quality of his writings to meet personal goals. As he got older, he would submit his writings to local papers and magazines under various nom de plumes on the off chance that one of them would be printed. To support himself, he would work as a barista at a local coffeehouse–using bits and pieces of interesting gossip he would overhear for ideas of various plot points for stories. After a few years of this cycle of on-and-off publishing, he decided it would be best for him to have a change of scene and a break from the faces of Nacerene. He set his eyes on Pokette hoping what the renewed town offered would be exactly what he desired.
HOBBY: Fishing; going on walks; reading; researching; writing terrible, awful parody fanfiction of just about anything. (It's his guilty pleasure and he's not likely to share these writings with anyone.) He also likes to help others and try out new things to add to his repertoire of experiences. JOB: Professional Eyesore Free-lance Writer - Pokette (Which probably translates to "I'm unemployed and will do anything you want for some bells!") FAVORITE FOOD: Anything that contains bread. FAVORITE BERRY: Tanga Berry CATCHPHRASE: Ma~o ACCESSORIES: Glasses to combat his near-sighted-ness. (Any other clothing will be extremely odd and will vary from day to day and will most likely be a horrid conglomeration of obnoxious colors and patterns that should and would never be combined by a person with any sort of sense of aesthetics.)
Fun facts: Morris's terrible, eye killing wardrobe tendency is actually unintentional... he doesn't realize his choice of clothing is that awful. Bugs are very unsettling for him. (But he will still give a round of bug catching competitions a go if you ask!) He loves hats and scarves and bowties and other silly clothing things. He's the middle-born. He does his writing on an old typewriter that he affectionately named "Barbara." It's his prized possession and no one is allowed near her. He usually carries with him a little notepad to jot down ideas whenever they strike. While Morris has had lessons on how to make sculptures and to paint and the like, his craftsmanship is terrible and the things probably do not remain in one piece for longer than a few minutes... (due to its own instability and nothing else, I assure you!) so he tries to avoid any sort of crafty things to keep from embarrassing himself. Despite what his outfits may imply, he's actually pretty stable-minded and is not garish in mannerisms. He also is actually quite unassuming when interacting with others.
I dunno, I try to have my characters slowly reveal themselves through interaction rather than just have all the information presented up front. ;0 Makes it more fun, right? PLZ: Update: Changed his app art for the colder season. :3
can i hug him?
*waves arms*
-hurls him into your arms-
But, I suppose that wouldn't be good, huh?
Ohhh? He's a writer? Make me just want to hug him even tighter and never let go
In most cases, probably not. But who am I to stop you from having fun? :3c
Hm. He'd probably start squirming... but I'm sure he'd stop after the first few minutes, realizing that resistance is futile. xD
Thanks~ <3