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fleahopping) wrote2030-05-17 09:55 am
fleahopping) wrote2030-05-17 09:55 am
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CHARACTER
NAME: Flea(hopper)
CANON: Original
AGE: Immortal
DOB: July 17th, 1929 (first)
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Cat
ACTIVE: Memes
CANON: Original
AGE: Immortal
DOB: July 17th, 1929 (first)
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Cat
ACTIVE: Memes
DETAILS
HEIGHT: Medium-size
BUILD: Slender
HAIR: White
EYES: Blue
ATTIRE: Various flower crowns on her head
VOICE: When she's speaking cat, she has a very high-pitched, cat-like voice, but when she speaks human, it's a breathier, softer voice
BUILD: Slender
HAIR: White
EYES: Blue
ATTIRE: Various flower crowns on her head
VOICE: When she's speaking cat, she has a very high-pitched, cat-like voice, but when she speaks human, it's a breathier, softer voice
BACKGROUND
HOME: The Great After
FAMILY: Nine lifetimes worth of kittens still roaming the Earth
OCCUPATION: Reaper
EXTRA: Flea is still pretty new in the job as reaper, having only covered the position for some 20+ years. Reapers usually serve for centuries.
FAMILY: Nine lifetimes worth of kittens still roaming the Earth
OCCUPATION: Reaper
EXTRA: Flea is still pretty new in the job as reaper, having only covered the position for some 20+ years. Reapers usually serve for centuries.
PERSONALITY
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
ATTITUDE: Friendly, but pretty no-nonsense
QUIRKS: Likes to be petted by everyone everywhere, even in unfitting circumstances and situations
LIKES: Mice, birds, human kittens and real kittens, petting, chin-scratching, sleeping
DISLIKES: Getting her tail pulled, grown men not doing what she tells them to do, struggling passengers, interruptions, human stupidity
ATTITUDE: Friendly, but pretty no-nonsense
QUIRKS: Likes to be petted by everyone everywhere, even in unfitting circumstances and situations
LIKES: Mice, birds, human kittens and real kittens, petting, chin-scratching, sleeping
DISLIKES: Getting her tail pulled, grown men not doing what she tells them to do, struggling passengers, interruptions, human stupidity
ABILITIES
SKILLS: Flea is a service cat. She doesn't make the calls as to who lives and dies, she doesn't decide how and when people die. When their time is up, she's sent to the scene of their final moment and waits. When they give up their spirits, she's there to guide them to the Great After. She knows nothing about them beforehand, besides a name. Sometimes not even that. As she takes them on their journey, they come to know each other and she supports and helps them on the way, they journey always done by foot. She has no divine foresight, sometimes situations will happen and she will have to deal with them with the skill set she has as a reaper and as a cat. She can't be killed or injured, but she can lose stamina and power, so she has to rest and her passenger must wait until then. Not one journey to the Great After is alike, but she leads every single one of them.
PERMISSIONS
BACKTAGGING: ✔
THREADHOPPING: ✘
FOURTHWALLING: ✘
ROMANCE: ✘
MINDREADING: ✔
MANIPULATION: ✔
INJURY: ✘
FIGHTING: ✔
KILLING: ✘
THREADHOPPING: ✘
FOURTHWALLING: ✘
ROMANCE: ✘
MINDREADING: ✔
MANIPULATION: ✔
INJURY: ✘
FIGHTING: ✔
KILLING: ✘
PREFERENCES
MEMES: Gen, non-shipping and non-smut memes
PSLS: Open to suggestions, but would love to explore any of her nine previous lives too
CONTENT TYPE: Lots of cat, lots of death
DO NOT WANT: General gore, animal cruelty
SHIPPING: N/A
TAG STYLE: I do both [ brackets ] and prose, though my preference is for brackets. I do try to match, though
TAG SPEED: I'm in Europe, so weird tagging times. I tag back at least once a day, trying for more.
PSLS: Open to suggestions, but would love to explore any of her nine previous lives too
CONTENT TYPE: Lots of cat, lots of death
DO NOT WANT: General gore, animal cruelty
SHIPPING: N/A
TAG STYLE: I do both [ brackets ] and prose, though my preference is for brackets. I do try to match, though
TAG SPEED: I'm in Europe, so weird tagging times. I tag back at least once a day, trying for more.
CREDITS
PLAYER: S.
PLURK: @THEWRITEWAY.plurk.com
TIMEZONE: Central European Standard Time
PLURK: @THEWRITEWAY.plurk.com
TIMEZONE: Central European Standard Time
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HISTORY
Flea's first life began in 1929, right before the Great Depression. She was born into a single-kitten litter, a tiny, white, wrinkly thing that her mother named Fleahopper. She grew up at a barley farm as a barn cat, living rich off of mice and other critters. The farmer and his family scraped by in the depth of the Slump, but managed to not lose the farm against all odds. Flea wasn't close to them, but they lived off of each other. She was served cream and food remains in the winter, when the mice weren't as active and in return, she kept the rodent population down during summer when they grew and harvested the barley. It was an active life and as such, it was also the one of her lives when she reproduced the most, ending up with all of six litters over her six year long lifespan. In 1935 she died of natural causes.
She was then reborn as the oldest in a litter of four, born to a feral city cat in London. Being a city feral was a hard life and she was often sick with various viruses and infections that passed around among the cat population. She survived on critters as well as the food people would put out for her which wasn't much. Even so, she had three litters in her five year long lifespan, losing at least one kitten in almost every litter during those years. One cold winter in 1940, with the war raging everywhere, she died of FIV.
After this, she was reborn as the youngest in a litter of three to a house cat living with a blind woman in her early thirties in the small suburb of Blackheath. All the other kittens in the litter were sold off, but the woman, named Alice, kept Flea along with her mother, Mussel and even after her mother died a couple of years later, Flea stayed with Alice for her entire life, managing to live a whooping twelve years. Being a companion cat was a quiet, calm existence and Flea thinks back on it with great contentment. Alice bred on her two times, so Flea had two litters in this lifetime where every kitten survived and grew up well and healthy. In 1952, when Alice was in her mid-forties, Flea died of age, happy and fulfilled.
Her next life was a bit less relaxed, as Flea was then reborn as a barn cat again, one out of two kittens in the litter. However, when she was still very young, the farmer of a huge dairy farm in Northumberland adopted her and allowed her to live inside with the family, though she was free to roam, come and go as she wanted. It was a life that saw the best of both worlds, the freedom of a barn cat and the safety and care of a companion. She lived with the family for seven years, producing four litters of kittens where her firstborn sadly didn't make it, before she was finally hit by a car in 1959.
From 1959 to 1963, she lived the life of a feral cat in Cornwall. It was a tough, grating life, always having to fight for the next meal, but she still produced four mainly healthy litters and raised her kittens to become strong, independent cats where some of them were later domesticated. She died from an injury sustained in a collision with a car after several days of painful hiding in a ditch.
Between 1963 and 1978, Flea lived her longest, safest, most pampered life with an elderly lady who took her cats - and she had ten of them, to cat shows, Flea being her pride show cat. Flea was born as a single kitten-litter to an elderly, half-British Shorthair and the lady who was called Violet and lived in Birmingham, knew immediately that she would be a star, even with just a quarter of a pedigree. It was a busy, but luxurious life and Flea survived for fifteen years, growing very old and very fat over time. Two years before her death, Flea's owner moved into a nursing home where she couldn't bring her cats and Flea thus spent her last couple of years in a shelter where she died of heart attack.
Then, she was reborn in a shelter in London, one out of four kittens of a stray. Luckily, she was adopted after a few months and came to live with a family with teenage children where she lived a lively and yet leisurely life for seven years as an indoor cat. She died in a tragic accident with a ball of yarn.
After this, she was reborn as a barn cat in Scotland, a wild life of much roaming and mice-catching and endless freedom in which she had three litters and died five years old in another collision with a car.
Finally, in her ninth and last life, she was born into a litter of four kittens, being picked by a young girl, eleven years old, as her pet. She lived with the family as an indoor cat, growing very close with the girl, Margie, and becoming her closest confidante. The girl had an immune deficiency which made her sick regularly and Flea stayed with her as her companion, growing up. They became older together, Flea eventually moving with Margie out when she turned 18, living with her in a small flat for three years before dying of old age.
At this point, Flea had expected to go to the Great After and enjoy her well-deserved afterlife, but the reaper at the time, the Man with the Scythe, had been released of his duties and God needed a new reaper. They decided Flea was the perfect feline for the job, cute and cuddly, and her first assignment as reaper was to take the Man to the Great After. Since then, she has done nothing else than lead people to their final destination.
She was then reborn as the oldest in a litter of four, born to a feral city cat in London. Being a city feral was a hard life and she was often sick with various viruses and infections that passed around among the cat population. She survived on critters as well as the food people would put out for her which wasn't much. Even so, she had three litters in her five year long lifespan, losing at least one kitten in almost every litter during those years. One cold winter in 1940, with the war raging everywhere, she died of FIV.
After this, she was reborn as the youngest in a litter of three to a house cat living with a blind woman in her early thirties in the small suburb of Blackheath. All the other kittens in the litter were sold off, but the woman, named Alice, kept Flea along with her mother, Mussel and even after her mother died a couple of years later, Flea stayed with Alice for her entire life, managing to live a whooping twelve years. Being a companion cat was a quiet, calm existence and Flea thinks back on it with great contentment. Alice bred on her two times, so Flea had two litters in this lifetime where every kitten survived and grew up well and healthy. In 1952, when Alice was in her mid-forties, Flea died of age, happy and fulfilled.
Her next life was a bit less relaxed, as Flea was then reborn as a barn cat again, one out of two kittens in the litter. However, when she was still very young, the farmer of a huge dairy farm in Northumberland adopted her and allowed her to live inside with the family, though she was free to roam, come and go as she wanted. It was a life that saw the best of both worlds, the freedom of a barn cat and the safety and care of a companion. She lived with the family for seven years, producing four litters of kittens where her firstborn sadly didn't make it, before she was finally hit by a car in 1959.
From 1959 to 1963, she lived the life of a feral cat in Cornwall. It was a tough, grating life, always having to fight for the next meal, but she still produced four mainly healthy litters and raised her kittens to become strong, independent cats where some of them were later domesticated. She died from an injury sustained in a collision with a car after several days of painful hiding in a ditch.
Between 1963 and 1978, Flea lived her longest, safest, most pampered life with an elderly lady who took her cats - and she had ten of them, to cat shows, Flea being her pride show cat. Flea was born as a single kitten-litter to an elderly, half-British Shorthair and the lady who was called Violet and lived in Birmingham, knew immediately that she would be a star, even with just a quarter of a pedigree. It was a busy, but luxurious life and Flea survived for fifteen years, growing very old and very fat over time. Two years before her death, Flea's owner moved into a nursing home where she couldn't bring her cats and Flea thus spent her last couple of years in a shelter where she died of heart attack.
Then, she was reborn in a shelter in London, one out of four kittens of a stray. Luckily, she was adopted after a few months and came to live with a family with teenage children where she lived a lively and yet leisurely life for seven years as an indoor cat. She died in a tragic accident with a ball of yarn.
After this, she was reborn as a barn cat in Scotland, a wild life of much roaming and mice-catching and endless freedom in which she had three litters and died five years old in another collision with a car.
Finally, in her ninth and last life, she was born into a litter of four kittens, being picked by a young girl, eleven years old, as her pet. She lived with the family as an indoor cat, growing very close with the girl, Margie, and becoming her closest confidante. The girl had an immune deficiency which made her sick regularly and Flea stayed with her as her companion, growing up. They became older together, Flea eventually moving with Margie out when she turned 18, living with her in a small flat for three years before dying of old age.
At this point, Flea had expected to go to the Great After and enjoy her well-deserved afterlife, but the reaper at the time, the Man with the Scythe, had been released of his duties and God needed a new reaper. They decided Flea was the perfect feline for the job, cute and cuddly, and her first assignment as reaper was to take the Man to the Great After. Since then, she has done nothing else than lead people to their final destination.
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