Bandit

[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]+ Is fairly tall and thin for a cat, made for sneaking around more than anything else.

+ Very casual personality, and has a habit of making a comfortable atmosphere out of a tense or awkward situation.

+ Builds stone cairns around his home and other places of importance to him to keep out the trolls. They like to sneak into his hidden stash of shiny and interesting items and steal from him.

+ Bandit acts incredibly superstitious, talking about faeries, and trolls and ghosts, and the like on a consistent basis. Whether he actually believes in that stuff or just talks about it for show is a mystery even to those closest to him.

+ He is incredibly creative and resourceful, especially when he gets into trouble of some sort.

+ Bandit is a pathological liar with anyone he doesn't know or doesn't like. He can lie with whatever expression he wants and is so good at it he's fooled himself in the past. He can even pretend to be someone that he's not.

+ Bandit has sticky fingers, always had. So he can also be a pathological thief as well. Taking things without even thinking, but always with a plan.

+ Between him and ______, Bandit is the brains of the operation as he's the scout and planner of all their jobs. _____ is the one who takes all his research and brings his strategic plans to life.

+ Bandit is an excellent fighter despite being self-taught, an average hunter, and a brilliant tracker. However, his specialty is blending into his environment and keeping from being caught and found. Hiding and sneaking around brings him lots of joy.

+ Is open to pretty much anything, stealing, killing, manipulating, flings, one-night-stands. The only thing that freaks the hell out of him is a long-term, permanent intimate relationship. If he doesn't have a way out, he can't do it.

+ He has a strangely unnatural hatred for mice and will bash on them harshly on a consistent basis.

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You were born into a house full of cats. Even as a kit you could barely even breathe with how many cats lived in this one two-leg house. It didn't help that you were both abandoned by your mother once you were weened and constantly bullied and made fun of by some of the older cats in the house. Thinner and sicker than most of the others, you survived by sheer willpower. You became the jokester of the group and lied on a constant basis just to get food for the day, or to get out of a heavy beating. Stealing also became a necessity, as the two-leg mother had her favorites and you were not one of them.

You were strange, eccentric, outside of your constant jokes. But you were also very intelligent, even if you weren't strong. You could hide when your bullies would look for you, and you had gotten used to fighting where you had to, using your speed and resourcefulness rather than strength. You made excuses when you were caught stealing or doing something you weren't supposed to, mainly blaming the ghosts of the many cats who'd died in the house, or the trolls that lived under the house, or the mice which you grew an incredible distaste of.

Sometimes you lied so well that you even believed your own stories.

But you weren't going to live in this house forever. The need to get out was strong and so you set up a plan and execute it. You fail the first time, and the second time, and the third time. And every time you were caught, you'd get a really good beating. You hated it there. You wanted to burn them all down. Of course, you didn't know how to do that. Until you saw the stove. A younger two-leg came to the house one day and turned on the device. Blue flames blasted on this metal contraption and so you gained an idea.

That night you were able to escape if only because the door was opened by the two-legs racing out of the house because you set it on fire. You didn't know who got stuck in the house nor who got out. Once the door was opened you dash out into the open world.




It didn't matter, because once you were outside in the real world, nothing seemed to matter, you were on your own, wandering aimlessly with no point or care in the world. Smells, sounds, feelings, all numb. You had no one, no purpose. You found yourself in a forest, staring at the edge of a large gorge. You stared intently at the water below, your eyes empty of all emotion. You were a social cat, despite how horrible they treated you, and you needed a companion.

You never thought someone would find you, but they did. He found you. He saved you from jumping. And so now, you follow him. He's invited you to join his clan, his family. But you refuse, for now, preferring to stand back and watch as things unfold. You want to please him and so you are a completely different cat around him. For now, his company is all you need.