Villager: Bartholomew
Villager Info
ID: #254633
Name: Bartholomew
Gender: Male
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 8 years, 3 months ago
Career: Herbalist
Owner: willing-infamy
Feast Points: 0 (100 All-Time)
Species: Cat
Color: Tuxedo
Buffs:House: Olde Foxbury House (1/55)
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Bartholomew
Possessed by Wendigo
Name: Bartholomew
Nickname: Barry?
Species: Russian Blue (Possessed)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Height: 5'11
Build: Mesomorph
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Occupation: The shady dude that hangs out in the bar. In all honesty, he's going to medical school.
Description
Personality
Barry doesn't like to be seen in public. He's very cautious, and always makes sure he's a step ahead of everyone else. He's the one you can count on to know about anything medical related (within reason). Barry really just wants to experience everything at 100% all the time. He longs for the moments in life where he can just lay and stare up into the sky, talking about theories or philosophies. Laid back and chill unless in stressful situations, he gets snappy and short tempered under stress. Prefers to go with the flow and doesn't get mad if something doesn't go his way He's 'great' at putting up a badass front, and despite his size he isn't that intimidating when he needs to be. Doesn't like small spaces and not having any freedom. He's half possessed. He can talk to the entity, and has started to depend on it.
Wendigo on the other hand is quiet, melancholy, and reserved spirit. Seemingly in a never ending state of depression and hopelessness. He feels like he's stuck in limbo and that nothing will get better. Days just drag on for him now. He started to become more philosophical because his deep thoughts were the only thing keeping him sane
Barry doesn't like to be seen in public. He's very cautious, and always makes sure he's a step ahead of everyone else. He's the one you can count on to know about anything medical related (within reason). Barry really just wants to experience everything at 100% all the time. He longs for the moments in life where he can just lay and stare up into the sky, talking about theories or philosophies. Laid back and chill unless in stressful situations, he gets snappy and short tempered under stress. Prefers to go with the flow and doesn't get mad if something doesn't go his way He's 'great' at putting up a badass front, and despite his size he isn't that intimidating when he needs to be. Doesn't like small spaces and not having any freedom. He's half possessed. He can talk to the entity, and has started to depend on it.
Wendigo on the other hand is quiet, melancholy, and reserved spirit. Seemingly in a never ending state of depression and hopelessness. He feels like he's stuck in limbo and that nothing will get better. Days just drag on for him now. He started to become more philosophical because his deep thoughts were the only thing keeping him sane
Likes
Being alone in the woods
Wandering alleyways in cities
Sleeping
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Being alone in the woods
Wandering alleyways in cities
Sleeping
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Dislikes
Rap, and country music.
Being stuck in a room all day
His photographic memory
Rap, and country music.
Being stuck in a room all day
His photographic memory
paintie by @stellarhyena
Taken by surprise, Jacob is caught and subsequently tickled, even through his winter coat. The smaller cat broke into peals of laughter, weakly and non-seriously shoving at Wendigo in a feeble attempt to get him to stop tickling him.
"That sounds easy enough," Jacob laughs.
"Rubber bones sound weird... does that mean we can't get electrocuted?"
"Sometimes I wonder if us cats have bones at all," Jacob said, only halfway joking.
"So are yours. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd drop dead laughing if I hadn't seen that one coming."
"I mean, my personality is killer." And there's the pun.
Jacob laughs with him, looking at him. "You're not a bad person, Wendigo."
"If you were going to say 'cat will get your tongue', a cat's already got it." Jacob grinned and pointed at himself.
The small cat sticks out his tongue and chuckles. "Is that your way of saying we're pretty much friends now?"
"You like me? That's a first," he says, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'd be an easy meal this time. Not so sure about other times."