Post by ICARUS VANDERBILT on Jun 6, 2012 19:20:23 GMT -5
icarus vanderbilt
NAME, Ophelia the Sex
OTHER CHARACTERS, None yet
GENDER, male
SPECIES, caracal
AGE, four years
SEXUALITY, homosexual
APPEARANCE, image
For a Caracal, Icarus seems to fall a little under his brethren. A couple good inches shorter than other cats, and proportionately lighter, his resulting carriage borders on elegant and gingerly. Do not read this wrong, he looks as healthy as he is, which is apparent through the thick muscles in his legs and the fullness of his body. He is simply just built short and stocky, a body type contradicted by his elongated strides and ability to move fast and unpredictably in the matter of seconds. He's just a compact ball of unexpected stealth and speed.
True to his breed, his fur is the sandy gold of the dead grass he stalks through. At the top, the color is rich and bold, which fades down to a paler version, and then white under his torso. Boringly so, his face is simplistic and by the book for a Caracal; sandy, highlighted with white at the inner corners of his eyes, along his nose and under his chin, and finally at the very edges of his ears. Backing this slim ivory framing is the signature black ears, flecked in snow, and with the prominent tufts that extend from the very tips of his ears. Finishing off his boyish features are two dull tan eyes, which flaunts his vacant, lost personality.
PERSONALITY,
If one could imagine an ever imploding, dark ball of inner turmoil and doubt and rage, one would probably see Icarus. That being if one knew the caracal enough, really got past the hard exoskeleton he has made for himself. Starting from the outside in may be a better way of handling this.
He comes across as arrogant and selfish. The only other thing that he seems to be completely absorbed by is females, with which he often has rendezvous. He's the cat form of Charlie Sheen, a reckless male destined to die one day alone and empty, maybe surrounded by cracked out hookers and a bottle of booze. Realistically this can't happen, but the former image of dying alone and emotionless seems likely. Now sticking to the fact that Icarus is limited by the natural world and his inability to hold a liquor bottle; he's a man whore, often gallivanting around with a brazen smile and a wit that could put a comedian to shame, and the knack for trying to forget himself in a woman's scent.
I emphasize, trying. Let's skin down the jack ass shell he's managed to coat himself in, and find within the man that's lost in his past and desires. The exposed, vulnerable kitty, trying to decide between right and wrong; what others expect of him and what he wants. He's in there somewhere, and only Huxley really knows of him... even though Icarus' brother only knows of the drenching depression, the stammering cat who can't find the right words to tell the truth. He doesn't know about Ic's growing love and affection for his brother, the kind of affection usually looked down on by other cats. Through daily life, Icarus finds himself dazing off in thought. He's sort of in denial about what he feels for his brother, and the fluttering in his stomach from glances between the two often create thoughts of questioning. Why do I act so ditsy around him? Why do I love that crooked smile and eyes.. much more than I should?
This incapability to accept the truth, the desire for a homosexual relationship with his sibling, has led to a doubtful, scared, and angry male. He's always listening to the pessimistic voice in his head, that he'll never be the best cat in Huxley's life, that he'll never be good enough or even get enough courage to face the facts and tell his brother. He's always depressed, kicking himself around in his head, playing with a fantasy while trying to reject it all the time. He sometimes doesn't eat, sleep, or will go on a fit of rage - common depression things. All because he doesn't know the truth anymore. Is it that he wants to be with Huxley, or that he just hasn't accepted Huxley will reject him?
FIRST IMPRESSION, Self-absorbed, egotistical, promiscuous, better-than-everyone-else, jack ass.
HISTORY,
He was born to the reserve; a rather simplistic and boring start, packed in with overbearing parents, and only one litter mate surviving, Icarus always wanted something more exciting. Something much bigger than himself. He was extremely rebellious, and as soon as he was cognitive and walking, he was fighting. His parents told him to go left, he went right; they tried to teach him to hunt, he distracted Huxley. He did what he wanted, however the hell he wanted and whenever it damn well suited him.
The fact that his brother was weaker than him was a set back. Somehow Huxley was born sickly, of which he grew out of, but because of this Icarus only answered to his brother. He was doting without being overwhelming; he only did things if Huxley asked him to. Any other time, he was just listening and acting. This led to a strong bond between the brothers, one that has taken on a new complication in recent years.
As any living creature does, Icarus grew up and away from his parents. Fast. He kept Huxley close, since Huxley was one of the very few cats that Icarus was close to and wanted to stay with. But he didn't realize the growing conflict inside of him. After a while he wasn't keeping his brother around for friendly companionship, he realized a certain attraction that he always tried to shake off. Being away from his brother was torment, but he couldn't accept it. It was alien, boys didn't like boys.
He tried to convince himself he was attracted to females. This turned into fling after fling; some passionate, some violent, some short and some long. None of them were really what he wanted. Those that seemed to work were just him faking it, trying to find the attraction he had in Huxley. He faked affections as much as he could, before he had to break it off. No matter how many females he went with, none of them worked. And that's how he has continued daily life, trying to find attraction in meaningless flings, or even distract himself in worthless actions. Hunting, sleeping, and so on.
RELATIONSHIPS,
- Aldous Vanderbilt, father - alive, unknown
- Stelmaria Vanderbilt (née Phuck), mother - alive, unknown
- Huxley Vanderbilt, brother - alive, present
(CTRL + F + Huxley = I don't think I said Huxley enough. Huxley.)
