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Character Entry #9.
Name: Roxy Meow the Alley Cat.
Favorite I-Scream Flavor: Milk Nougat Clusterballs.
Likes: Chasing after particularly bratty little bats when they've gotten out of line.
Dislikes: Being disturbed when she's catching up on one of her catnaps.
*Scaring Talent: Alleycat Mangler.
Appearance:
This haunter is similar in appearance to Gaffer, the piratical cat roaming around the backstage area of the Muppet Theater, though she has been enhanced thanks to somewhat of a human female morphing reaction. She is about the same height as a small Muppet kid for a Muppetized humanized housecat, though she is seen at the same reach as the Count himself due to often remaining vigilant from her perch above an L-shaped brick wall just outside the castle's perimeter. Orangish faded fur covers her entire body, tinged with a brown undertone. She has two drowsy black-pupiled eyes, two orange eyelids, and soft brown eyelashes. Her catty face is completed by the black pentagonal nose in the center, small white cat's teeth inside her reddened Muppet mouth, and two pointy cat's ears placed on the sides of the top of her head where they belong. Two shapely female human arms and legs issue from her equally chested torso, the long cat's tail positioned just above her rear end. While her tail is wrapped in bandages of gauzy white, a band of plain brown fur encircles her upper arms about midway between her shoulders and elbows. Four fingers and toes to each hand and foot, small gray catclaws bud from each fingertip. She wears a sleeveless marroon sweater shirt, leaving her arms and midrift region completely bare. The only other article of clothing she wears are two dust brown legwarmers, around though not entirely concealing her humanlike calves. Tufts of scraggly fur seem to be torn out from the sides of her arms as evidence of her feline fighter feistiness. As a result of this, she also has a spherical bitemark or missing gap in the left ear and a black eyepatch blinding her right eye. The patch is ever so slightly raised as if she were peaking from beneath its protective covering.
Backstory:
Roxy Meow was the Numbervanian neighborhoods' free feline, usually casting her lot with other kids out on the spooky streets. Assertive, she was not afraid to get into a fight when she had to defend or prove her point. The only problem with this is that sometimes she ended up worse for wear. Her claw cycling slashings were quick... But speed isn't the only secret to winning a fight. Eventually, the kindly veterinarian banned her from roaming and running into rowdy rumbles. Fixing up her tail and giving her the new slightly flexible patch for her peeper, this soul wondered if some day he'd have to end up sewing her head back on to her still beating body. Seeking to get away from the hussle of the crowds, she went to sleep on one of the brickwork benches. Waking to find herself softly purring, the discovery of a violet vampire's hand gently stroking her fur was oddly soothing. Since she was in need of a home, at least whenever she decided to stay put long enough somewhere for it to feel like home, the master of math found he had one more addition to the already sheltered spectres within his blackened berth.
Counting Scene:
The low brick wall shuts off the Nightmare Lane from the rest of the remaining lefthand exterior areas of the castled grounds. This second driveway acts as sister to the Solitary Streetcorner, though the Nightmare Lane remains accessible thanks to the outer keystone arched door leading to the Transylvanian Kitchen. Roxy Meow lounges atop the bricks, her legs straddling the stones, careful not to get one trapped by the propped up garbage bin's lid. She lifts her head towards the night sky, as if reminded of some long-ago scuffle, silly though still memorable for only who knows why. She spots the floating thundercloud and its black 9—iluminating the dark thanks to a random bolt of brightness—and lets out a meowful mournful note while getting added to the Counting Castle's cast of souls.
Character Entry #9.
Name: Roxy Meow the Alley Cat.
Favorite I-Scream Flavor: Milk Nougat Clusterballs.
Likes: Chasing after particularly bratty little bats when they've gotten out of line.
Dislikes: Being disturbed when she's catching up on one of her catnaps.
*Scaring Talent: Alleycat Mangler.
Appearance:
This haunter is similar in appearance to Gaffer, the piratical cat roaming around the backstage area of the Muppet Theater, though she has been enhanced thanks to somewhat of a human female morphing reaction. She is about the same height as a small Muppet kid for a Muppetized humanized housecat, though she is seen at the same reach as the Count himself due to often remaining vigilant from her perch above an L-shaped brick wall just outside the castle's perimeter. Orangish faded fur covers her entire body, tinged with a brown undertone. She has two drowsy black-pupiled eyes, two orange eyelids, and soft brown eyelashes. Her catty face is completed by the black pentagonal nose in the center, small white cat's teeth inside her reddened Muppet mouth, and two pointy cat's ears placed on the sides of the top of her head where they belong. Two shapely female human arms and legs issue from her equally chested torso, the long cat's tail positioned just above her rear end. While her tail is wrapped in bandages of gauzy white, a band of plain brown fur encircles her upper arms about midway between her shoulders and elbows. Four fingers and toes to each hand and foot, small gray catclaws bud from each fingertip. She wears a sleeveless marroon sweater shirt, leaving her arms and midrift region completely bare. The only other article of clothing she wears are two dust brown legwarmers, around though not entirely concealing her humanlike calves. Tufts of scraggly fur seem to be torn out from the sides of her arms as evidence of her feline fighter feistiness. As a result of this, she also has a spherical bitemark or missing gap in the left ear and a black eyepatch blinding her right eye. The patch is ever so slightly raised as if she were peaking from beneath its protective covering.
Backstory:
Roxy Meow was the Numbervanian neighborhoods' free feline, usually casting her lot with other kids out on the spooky streets. Assertive, she was not afraid to get into a fight when she had to defend or prove her point. The only problem with this is that sometimes she ended up worse for wear. Her claw cycling slashings were quick... But speed isn't the only secret to winning a fight. Eventually, the kindly veterinarian banned her from roaming and running into rowdy rumbles. Fixing up her tail and giving her the new slightly flexible patch for her peeper, this soul wondered if some day he'd have to end up sewing her head back on to her still beating body. Seeking to get away from the hussle of the crowds, she went to sleep on one of the brickwork benches. Waking to find herself softly purring, the discovery of a violet vampire's hand gently stroking her fur was oddly soothing. Since she was in need of a home, at least whenever she decided to stay put long enough somewhere for it to feel like home, the master of math found he had one more addition to the already sheltered spectres within his blackened berth.
Counting Scene:
The low brick wall shuts off the Nightmare Lane from the rest of the remaining lefthand exterior areas of the castled grounds. This second driveway acts as sister to the Solitary Streetcorner, though the Nightmare Lane remains accessible thanks to the outer keystone arched door leading to the Transylvanian Kitchen. Roxy Meow lounges atop the bricks, her legs straddling the stones, careful not to get one trapped by the propped up garbage bin's lid. She lifts her head towards the night sky, as if reminded of some long-ago scuffle, silly though still memorable for only who knows why. She spots the floating thundercloud and its black 9—iluminating the dark thanks to a random bolt of brightness—and lets out a meowful mournful note while getting added to the Counting Castle's cast of souls.
She sounds like a fighter.
