Post by slothferatu on Jan 27, 2018 17:39:41 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Slothferatu
Profile URL: roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Merrick+Ryker
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes. I enjoy feedback and look forward to it - always wanting to develop and better myself.
Why do you want to join the RP group? I used to play Catwoman back when Yahoo! had its chat rooms and clubs and thoroughly enjoyed it though that was some time ago. Catwoman has always been my favorite and I hope to find other people of like mindedness to watch, learn, and enjoy writing with those who enjoy creating stories about the characters they also hold dear.
What do you expect to get out of our RP group? I do not expect anything, honestly. I only wish to create and world build with others.
What are your expectations of us? No expectations, only to have an enjoyable time with others.
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Multiversity is perhaps the one I will apply to if I am able to produce good enough respect towards the character then Earth-4, definately.
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. justiceleaguerp.proboards.com/thread/595/dcu-rules-edition-2016-september
Character Origin: Movie: Batman Returns/Comic: Jim Balent Catwoman
Face Claim's Name: (Michelle Pfeiffer)
Name: Catwoman
Alias: --
Race: Human
Age: 32
Birthday: Jan 13th 1986
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 126lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Physique: Petite and Lithe
Training: Martial Arts; Jujitsu, Karate, Gymnastics, Acrobatics, Athletics, Thievery
Equipment: Bullwhip, Leather Catsuit, Retractable claws on gloves and boots.
Powers / Abilities
(List as many as you need) Do not copy and paste a wiki site. We want your words, not someone else's.
Power - Agility: Catwoman has honed her abilities over the years of self taught gymnastics and acrobatics, allowing her the agility and flexibility to get out of physical situations that would hinder her in any way.
Feline Cunning: Quick and light on her feet, Catwoman has the ability to metaphorically as well as literally land on her feet when jumping long distances or falling from reasonable heights. A keen sense of awareness of her surroundings and a cautious aptitude allow for her to be aware of her situation.
Manipulation: Catwoman has a way of getting what she wants, whether it be verbal or plotting ahead of time. She is quick to assess the situation and try and find the best avenue to take to better her outcome.
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
Weakness - Empathy: Catwoman has a strong sense against injustice; despite her rough exterior, she secretly covets a heart of gold -- which ultimately could either benefit or hurt her in the end.
Selfishness: Catwoman often tends to only think about herself and what she can gain to better her situation. If placed in a predicament where she would have to choose between herself or another - she will more often than not, only think of herself.
Materialistic: She enjoys surrounding herself with vast luxuries that would have never been acquired from her rough upbringing nor the various mundane jobs she had ventured through over the years -- this often lands her in places and situations of high security.
Jaded: Burdened with a past that left a chip on her shoulder, Catwoman more often than not is extremely distrustful of anyone, especially men: from Max Shrek enterprises to the father that overdosed and a mother that left her alone with him and her cats.
Audition post
Audition Post Guidelines -
Minimum of 2 paragraphs
NO MORE than 8 paragraphs
Personality presented
Combat Style (If a combat situation is presented.)
Articulation and descriptive ability (We don't want 3 paragraphs describing the flowing motion of a cape.)
A city of monochrome; a permanent static of stagnant retrograde it was - all consuming, "..a city of shit," she breathed as she leaned her spine against the brickwork of the rundown hotel. The rain continued to bore down upon the world below her. Taxis would continue to play Charon of beings that either cared too much to cared too little of the gilded fascade that covered the derilict beneath. 'Gotham was appropriately named', she thought absently. A shift in her movement as she took shelter behind the neon pink sign that reflected off the high shined leather of her suit, the sign causing a hazed barrier between her and the rain; a sigh and crinkle of her suit against her skin.
Below, a taxi driver screeched his tires and sent curses towards the homeless man that crossed the street - to which the man promptly told him to 'piss off!' She was gone by the end of their transgression; she found no pleasure in what did not interest her and as such, was focused on a more personal subject within this moment as she slinked her form along the window. She had been following the woman for some time now, a lady of high report that had found comfort not in her husband but her limo driver. Selina did not care what the woman did with her loins - it was the jewelry that she carried unabashed on her person at all times that had caught her attention. If the woman was more interested in younger men, then would it not be a curtesy, a charity on her part to relieve her of such distractions that she could simply afford more of at a later time?
A faint pull at the corner of her deeply painted mouth while her hand lifted to press against the window, the muscles within her fingers flexing to retract the claws hidden within her gloves; in slow calculated motions she twisted her wrist 'round just enough to remove the glass and slip her arm through the pane. Twisting her wrist upward, she unlatched the lock soon thereafter lifting up the window to gain her quiet enterance. She heard their transgression through thin walls and a curl of her lip in disgust soon became her response. It did not matter - it would only quicken what she came here to do; lithe form slipped within the adjacent room silent as soft paws upon the stained carpet. 'Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..'she resounded within her mind as she kept a calculated gate across the threshold.
There! Discarded upon the kitchenette counter lay her high named bag and within it: The Cat's Eye, a prized necklace of high vaule. She paused as she reached forward, fingers coiling to snatch the purse in its entirety, 'this is almost too easy,' she thought. Had the woman truly not a care in the world? No sense of remorse or value whether it be moral or monetary wise? Questions that rolled within her mind before she heard it like lightening crackling across the sky: a slap and a scream soon followed by liqoured slurrs of degredation. 'This does not concern me..' she kept saying in repetition within her mind as she made her way easily towards the window. Another scream as his hand struck the woman again. Here, she paused as she pressed her weight against the hand that held the ledge of the window.
"Shit," she cursed in a sharp breath before turning away from the window, placing the purse upon the floor for later coveting. Her hand at once slipping towards the Bullwhip that wound 'round her abdomen and in one swift motion, unencompassed it to ready. A grimace upon her face as she leaned back just enough to kick the door open sending the man atop the woman falling off the bed and the woman screaming as she pulled the sheets to cover her shame. "Shut up!" she yelled at the woman before turning to the man; hand lifted above her head and with a roll of hip and shoulder did she crack the whip across him. Once, twice, thrice for good measure.
"You like hitting women? You're all the same: egotistical and self involved." Another roll of her shoulder as she brought the whip up high, a twist of her wrist as she wound it round his neck and gave a forceful tug back, sending the man face first into the carpet. She moved then and as he spat out curses up to her did she press the sole of her boot upon his face, "Be quiet," a hard pull up upon the whip to strangle him. "NO! Don't kill him!" Selina payed her no heed as she continued to pull, the man grasping feverishly at his throat until his motions became drunken and sluggish. She would not kill him but she would induce a blackout at which his body promptly fell limp upon the floor.
The woman screamed once again and as Selina unwound the whip from his neck and slipped it about her form once more did she reach over and slap the woman herself across the face. The woman stared at her with wild mascara smeared eyes and cupped her cheek. "Learn some self respect. You're a woman - act like one." The woman heaved a breath and nodded, "Thank you. W-who are you?" Selina allowed a moment to pass between the two before she turned away and began walking back towards the other room to take her leave. "Why? Why did you help me?" asked the woman as she crawled haphazardly across the bed. Here, Selina paused and only glanced back at the woman from the periphral of her vision, "Life's a bitch - now so am I," was all she gave her as she took her leave with purse in tow into the night and across rooftops that only knew her true self.
Remaining comments
It has been many years since I have played this character as well as delved at least heavily back into her though I am always up for a challenge. I am Central Time and have a fluxing shift schedule but am usually on more often than not. I do have Discord available while RPC is the best place to get ahold of me.
Player Nickname: Slothferatu
Profile URL: roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Merrick+Ryker
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes. I enjoy feedback and look forward to it - always wanting to develop and better myself.
Why do you want to join the RP group? I used to play Catwoman back when Yahoo! had its chat rooms and clubs and thoroughly enjoyed it though that was some time ago. Catwoman has always been my favorite and I hope to find other people of like mindedness to watch, learn, and enjoy writing with those who enjoy creating stories about the characters they also hold dear.
What do you expect to get out of our RP group? I do not expect anything, honestly. I only wish to create and world build with others.
What are your expectations of us? No expectations, only to have an enjoyable time with others.
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Multiversity is perhaps the one I will apply to if I am able to produce good enough respect towards the character then Earth-4, definately.
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. justiceleaguerp.proboards.com/thread/595/dcu-rules-edition-2016-september
Character Origin: Movie: Batman Returns/Comic: Jim Balent Catwoman
Face Claim's Name: (Michelle Pfeiffer)
Name: Catwoman
Alias: --
Race: Human
Age: 32
Birthday: Jan 13th 1986
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 126lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Physique: Petite and Lithe
Training: Martial Arts; Jujitsu, Karate, Gymnastics, Acrobatics, Athletics, Thievery
Equipment: Bullwhip, Leather Catsuit, Retractable claws on gloves and boots.
Powers / Abilities
(List as many as you need) Do not copy and paste a wiki site. We want your words, not someone else's.
Power - Agility: Catwoman has honed her abilities over the years of self taught gymnastics and acrobatics, allowing her the agility and flexibility to get out of physical situations that would hinder her in any way.
Feline Cunning: Quick and light on her feet, Catwoman has the ability to metaphorically as well as literally land on her feet when jumping long distances or falling from reasonable heights. A keen sense of awareness of her surroundings and a cautious aptitude allow for her to be aware of her situation.
Manipulation: Catwoman has a way of getting what she wants, whether it be verbal or plotting ahead of time. She is quick to assess the situation and try and find the best avenue to take to better her outcome.
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
Weakness - Empathy: Catwoman has a strong sense against injustice; despite her rough exterior, she secretly covets a heart of gold -- which ultimately could either benefit or hurt her in the end.
Selfishness: Catwoman often tends to only think about herself and what she can gain to better her situation. If placed in a predicament where she would have to choose between herself or another - she will more often than not, only think of herself.
Materialistic: She enjoys surrounding herself with vast luxuries that would have never been acquired from her rough upbringing nor the various mundane jobs she had ventured through over the years -- this often lands her in places and situations of high security.
Jaded: Burdened with a past that left a chip on her shoulder, Catwoman more often than not is extremely distrustful of anyone, especially men: from Max Shrek enterprises to the father that overdosed and a mother that left her alone with him and her cats.
Audition post
Audition Post Guidelines -
Minimum of 2 paragraphs
NO MORE than 8 paragraphs
Personality presented
Combat Style (If a combat situation is presented.)
Articulation and descriptive ability (We don't want 3 paragraphs describing the flowing motion of a cape.)
A city of monochrome; a permanent static of stagnant retrograde it was - all consuming, "..a city of shit," she breathed as she leaned her spine against the brickwork of the rundown hotel. The rain continued to bore down upon the world below her. Taxis would continue to play Charon of beings that either cared too much to cared too little of the gilded fascade that covered the derilict beneath. 'Gotham was appropriately named', she thought absently. A shift in her movement as she took shelter behind the neon pink sign that reflected off the high shined leather of her suit, the sign causing a hazed barrier between her and the rain; a sigh and crinkle of her suit against her skin.
Below, a taxi driver screeched his tires and sent curses towards the homeless man that crossed the street - to which the man promptly told him to 'piss off!' She was gone by the end of their transgression; she found no pleasure in what did not interest her and as such, was focused on a more personal subject within this moment as she slinked her form along the window. She had been following the woman for some time now, a lady of high report that had found comfort not in her husband but her limo driver. Selina did not care what the woman did with her loins - it was the jewelry that she carried unabashed on her person at all times that had caught her attention. If the woman was more interested in younger men, then would it not be a curtesy, a charity on her part to relieve her of such distractions that she could simply afford more of at a later time?
A faint pull at the corner of her deeply painted mouth while her hand lifted to press against the window, the muscles within her fingers flexing to retract the claws hidden within her gloves; in slow calculated motions she twisted her wrist 'round just enough to remove the glass and slip her arm through the pane. Twisting her wrist upward, she unlatched the lock soon thereafter lifting up the window to gain her quiet enterance. She heard their transgression through thin walls and a curl of her lip in disgust soon became her response. It did not matter - it would only quicken what she came here to do; lithe form slipped within the adjacent room silent as soft paws upon the stained carpet. 'Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..'she resounded within her mind as she kept a calculated gate across the threshold.
There! Discarded upon the kitchenette counter lay her high named bag and within it: The Cat's Eye, a prized necklace of high vaule. She paused as she reached forward, fingers coiling to snatch the purse in its entirety, 'this is almost too easy,' she thought. Had the woman truly not a care in the world? No sense of remorse or value whether it be moral or monetary wise? Questions that rolled within her mind before she heard it like lightening crackling across the sky: a slap and a scream soon followed by liqoured slurrs of degredation. 'This does not concern me..' she kept saying in repetition within her mind as she made her way easily towards the window. Another scream as his hand struck the woman again. Here, she paused as she pressed her weight against the hand that held the ledge of the window.
"Shit," she cursed in a sharp breath before turning away from the window, placing the purse upon the floor for later coveting. Her hand at once slipping towards the Bullwhip that wound 'round her abdomen and in one swift motion, unencompassed it to ready. A grimace upon her face as she leaned back just enough to kick the door open sending the man atop the woman falling off the bed and the woman screaming as she pulled the sheets to cover her shame. "Shut up!" she yelled at the woman before turning to the man; hand lifted above her head and with a roll of hip and shoulder did she crack the whip across him. Once, twice, thrice for good measure.
"You like hitting women? You're all the same: egotistical and self involved." Another roll of her shoulder as she brought the whip up high, a twist of her wrist as she wound it round his neck and gave a forceful tug back, sending the man face first into the carpet. She moved then and as he spat out curses up to her did she press the sole of her boot upon his face, "Be quiet," a hard pull up upon the whip to strangle him. "NO! Don't kill him!" Selina payed her no heed as she continued to pull, the man grasping feverishly at his throat until his motions became drunken and sluggish. She would not kill him but she would induce a blackout at which his body promptly fell limp upon the floor.
The woman screamed once again and as Selina unwound the whip from his neck and slipped it about her form once more did she reach over and slap the woman herself across the face. The woman stared at her with wild mascara smeared eyes and cupped her cheek. "Learn some self respect. You're a woman - act like one." The woman heaved a breath and nodded, "Thank you. W-who are you?" Selina allowed a moment to pass between the two before she turned away and began walking back towards the other room to take her leave. "Why? Why did you help me?" asked the woman as she crawled haphazardly across the bed. Here, Selina paused and only glanced back at the woman from the periphral of her vision, "Life's a bitch - now so am I," was all she gave her as she took her leave with purse in tow into the night and across rooftops that only knew her true self.
Remaining comments
It has been many years since I have played this character as well as delved at least heavily back into her though I am always up for a challenge. I am Central Time and have a fluxing shift schedule but am usually on more often than not. I do have Discord available while RPC is the best place to get ahold of me.
