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character name the basics full name Edgar nicknames • if any age 70 written out primary standing Storeperson secondary standing Cook faction Cursed Thorns species Human gender Male sexuality Straight the appearance origin The Aristocats height and weight 6ft4 overall appearance • the personality overall personality • the history overall history Edgar has been working as a storeperson for the Cursed Thorns using his skills as a butler and former quartermaster in the army. He has kept mostly to himself and managed to find a way to keep in the loop about what is going on despite not being involved in major decisions. When the changes happened and the war began he talked his way into his current position all in the hope of taking vengance on those cats. the Role play sample “I hate cats!” Edgar moaned loudly for what seemed the millionth time for those around him. Edgar was waiting on the docks at Timbuktu for a boat of any kind to take him back to England. He never wanted to see another cat ever again. He muttered to himself as he looked around then stopped as he saw a figure walking towards him, it looked a lot like Madam but she was in France with those dastardly animals. As the figure got closer he saw that it wasn't Madam but another elegant lady who stopped when she saw him looking at her. “And what might you be looking at?” she asked, looking down on Edgar despite his height. Edgar dipped his head slightly and replied, stammering slightly “Madam, you reminded me of someone else but may I say you an exquisite vision to behold”. The lady half smiled and turned to walk away, looking back over her shoulder she spoke so only he could hear. “The ship you are looking for is about to leave”. Edgar gasped at her words wondering at first what she meant, then turning to look in the direction she had indicated he saw a ship pulling out of the dock. “Nooo, STOP!!” he yelled as he scurried towards the ship hoping that he could reach it in time. He came to a sudden stop at the end of the dock narrowly avoiding falling into the water below, the ship had passed out of reach. Slumping to his knees he wailed “I hate cats!” the role player alias Carruth age • pronouns Him/He how did you find us? Search Engine other characters • |