First Name: Parsley Last Name: Ash Age: Twenty Four Gender:Male Element: Nature STATS Strength: since Parsley is a very lazy cat, he isn't very good at combat. His Bark is worse than his bite. Speed: Parsley isn't a slow cat but he isn't speedy gonzales either! he just tends to go his own pace. Cleverness: Parsley's parents couldn't really afford for him to go to a high class schooling system so he went to the next best thing. public school. he was a all 'B' student throughout the years. Currency: Ten Coins ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Home: The Forgottens (lives in his shop) Role: Worker (he owns a shop for buying creepy old junk he finds in dumpsters) personality: Grumpy, Hard headed, stubborn, only kind to the people he knows, sucks up to the high class. Weakness: he doesn't' know help even if its sitting right on his nose! he simply refuses the help from others even if he really needs it! he also has horrible trust issues. story: When he was younger, about five or six, his father and his mother always fought over the dumbest things like, if Parsley should be home schooled or go to public school, or if they should stay together. soon after one horrible argument, Parsley's mother, Periwinkle, divorced his father and took Parsley away to the Forgottens. when he turned seventeen, his mother used most of her money to buy him his own house. but instead, Parsley made the small building into a shop called "Ashes and Antiques." so he could pay her back. Rp Sample: The Sun's powerful rays cascaded into the small and dusty room. Parsley, the owner of this small and dusty room, sat silently at his large desk. around the room contained small and weird objects he found and sold. a small shiny skull, a bottle containing 'holy water', old rusty jewelry, and much more. Parsley sighed, rubbing his eyes with his paw pads. he was tired, staying up all night working on replenishing the small room. he was about to call it quits when the front door to the shop opened, the bell on it started to jingle. he frowned. "welcome to Ashes And Antiques, how may i help you?" he huffed, glaring at the cat who walked through the door.
roleplay: @Afraid-Of-Spiders Character/Art: @Healthy-Birb
