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Post by Humphries on Sept 11, 2014 15:30:14 GMT -6
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NAME: Humphries (originally Cadbury Dabney Humphries III)
NICKNAME: Humphries will do just fine.
AGE: ~32
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Security Staff
FACE CLAIM: Tarder Sauce "Grumpy Cat"
POWER:
Feline Form
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Humphries is a housecat who is apparently as smart as a mutant. He is definitely a mutant, however, as when power mimics grow near him, they gain the ability, along with the nearly irresistible urge, to shift into a feline form. Otherwise, he can only do what a cat with human intelligence could do.
Limitations
He can only do cat things.
Side-Effects
while Humphries is quite intelligent, he does seem to struggle with various feline urges. He suffers from all the drawbacks of being a cat, and will occasionally completely lose his mind, thus rendering him into what amounts to a, well, a housecat.
There are legends about a cat that used to prowl St. Bethany. It is said that it hasn't been there forever, as everyone knows that cats can only live for so long. According to rumor, there even used to be a student named Humphries at the school, one who loved cats and animals far better than humans, even his other mutants.
The oldest legend claims that this mutant kept shifting into his feline form for longer and longer durations. First he'd spend hours, then weeks, and eventually months as a cat, refusing to return to his human form. People gradually saw less and less of Humphries the human mutant and more and more of Humphries the feline mutant. His few friends, none of which seem to exist any more, had always known that Humphries preferred the company of felines. His family, stuffy British people that they were, were decidedly disappointed, but there wasn't much they could do about it by the time the school informed them. The school had been sending warnings and so forth, but the parents had ignored them. It was also generally decided that he simply did better as a cat than a human, and that it was the most beneficial option for his mental stability and personal identity.
or so the legend goes.
So the cat began stalking the halls of St. Bethany. The school officials weren't quite sure what to do with the animal for a while. However, the cat seemed to realize this, and he immediately worked to make himself useful. He began patrolling actively, reporting students via various electronic means. Soon people began to realize that the pretty cat was actually something of a snitch. In fact, he seemed to take particular pleasure in catching students, often going out of his way to stalk various ones, much in the same manner a cat would a mouse.
He has always proved so useful to the staff though. So very, very useful. What else could they do but promote the feline to their security?
And so more legends popped up.
For some claimed that he wasn't ever a human. That he was proof that animals could mutate too. The fact that people could pick up a power from him didn't mean anything: He was still some freak of nature. Some foul thing that had just gone wrong and now took it out on the rest of the populace.
Others have claimed that the school cobbled him together. They needed something to watch the students and a human would've just been boring. So, deep in the bowels of the English school, they put together a cat, a cat with the brain of a human. Now it stalked the school, hating all humanity and taking out its will on them with something of a vengeance.
The legend didn't matter, for it didn't change the face. A cat haunted the school at St. Bethany, acting as security staff. Then, one day, he somehow managed to put in for a transfer. For he heard that things were ever so much more interesting at Bellefonte, and that things were developing. They could use his expertise to help wrangle students, and he was certainly happy to lend a paw. He managed to laboriously type out an email and fill out the necessarily online transfer paper, though the exact details remain something of a mystery.
And so the legend of Humphries, the staff cat, came to Bellefonte Academy.
SAMPLE: Humphries stretched as he turned, looking up at the cage. Were a cat capable of smiling, he would do so now. For Bellefonte had sent one of their recruiters to come and fetch him. Naturally they didn't have any choice: he'd put in that he would be arriving at the airport the same as any other staff member. The school had paid for his transportation, as schools are often wont to do, and the official paperwork had been filed.
Humphries had also made certain that his personal carrier, which had been designed to the most luxurious standards available, had his name in fine gold lettering upon its richly enameled surface. When you didn't need to waste your money on frivolities like clothing, you could afford to travel in such style. Humphries believed in treating the most important being in the world, himself, as he deserved to be treated.
Still, the staffer had taken their sweet time in locating Humphries' cage. Naturally he'd managed to have airport staff set him in the first class lounge (Bellefonte was picking up the tab, after all), and he'd been waiting patiently. Still, he'd had to actually meow to get the attention of the staffer they'd sent. honestly, the woman looked like three different shades of moron, though Humphries couldn't quite tell what color her hair was (colors being somewhat different to his refined feline eyes).
"You've got to be kidding," she'd murmured, leaning over and reading the cage. "You wouldn't happen to be Humphries..."
Humphries purred and flicked his tail.
"Who's scheduled to work at bellefonte?"
Humphries let out a singular meow.
"So I have to--- take a cat back--"
Humphries let out another meow and pawed the cage.
"You had better be worth it."
To that, Humphries could only purr. Purr as the human lifted his cage and escorted him to the car that would take him to his new place of employment, his new home.
Where none of the students would suspect that the adorable little kitten would be there, watching them.
And Humphries purred.
USERNAME: Fate
AGE GROUP: Roughly seven in cat years, I believe
EXPERIENCE: About three and a half cat years.
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