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The Swingin' Speedwagon

I’m a bad boy – I need to dance,
If I don’t dance, no romance
Feel like dancing, dance with me
First dance is always free.

General Information

Name
Birthname: Milo
Current name: Speedwagon
Gender
Male
Species
Serval [Leptailurus serval] / Caracal [Caracal caracal]
Age
Birthday: December 30, 50 B.C.
Starting: 3 years
Current: 5 years, 4 months
Rank
Former: Opium Pusher
Current: Gladiator
Allegiance
Self-interest [65%], Ice Empire [25%], City of Massilia [10%]
Voice actor
Matt Bomer
Theme Song(s)
"Bad Boy Good Man" by TAPE FIVE
Sexuality
Pansexual | Aromantic

Family
Mother: ???? | Coliseum Fighter | Deceased | Serval
Father: Roscus | Opium Pusher | Alive | Caracal
Siblings: ???? | Sister | City Cat | Whereabouts unknown | Serval/Caracal

Personal Information

Personaity
= Positive | = Neutral | = Negative
[Light-Hearted] | [Flirtatious] | [Bi-Polar] | [Inebriate] | [Disloyal] | [Lazy]
[Light-Hearted] Speedwagon loves to feel good, and one of the best ways he knows how is to make other people feel good, so he always puts out a light-hearted mood. He hasn't necessarily felt the same hardships as some of the others in his Empire, and so he has no reason to act any other way than happy, and is sometimes confused as to why others feel so poorly sometimes.
[Flirtatious] While he's friendly towards almost all cats, he's especially friendly towards anyone who will give him "special attention". He isn't in it for a long-term relationship though, no matter what he says to get what he wants, he simply wants there to be a "one and done" kind of deal with his partners.
[Bi-Polar] Speedy borders on having a personality disorder which causes violent mood swings, but is only triggered when he goes through severe opium withdrawals. He tends to have some with him at all times, but when away from it for too long, his mood can be extremely unpredictable.
[Inebriate] The one word that truly describes this servacal. In both his personality and physical state, Speedwagon is the definition if inebriate, and has an almost apathetic air about him, often chilled out when around his Empiremates. This is due likely to the lack of violence in his life prior to joining the Empires.
[Disloyal] He has no sense of loyalty to anyone except himself, and what he wants to do is what he will do. He doesn't feel he owes anyone in the Empires his loyalty as of yet, as they have not helped him in the slightest.
[Lazy] Because of his more laid-back personality, Speedy is quite awfully unmotivated and lazy. It often takes him two or three times being told something before he will consider doing it, and even more times before it actually gets done. Especially with things like housekeeping chores, sometimes he just won't do it if he doesn't feel like he needs to.

History
Brief Summary: Unlike most of his Empiremates, Milo "Speedwagon" never faced the hardships of life within the coliseums or under the cruel rule of abusive humans. He in fact had it quite the opposite; he sat in the lap of luxury, and even attended coliseum fights, and often questions why he left the city. The young servacal started out born to a mother whom he'd never met and a father who would become his best friend as they together made a life pushing opium on both cats and humans alike, never spending a day in the cells under the coliseum.

[Milo the Cub: 0-1 years]
"Well I guess my story starts when I was no more than a young pup, metaphorically speakin'. Ain't never met my momma, seeing as she passed away too soon for my rememberin', but my dad and sister were there for me when I was all scamperin' around and beggin' for playtime. Was only a few months afterwards I believe my sister left, and to this day I ain't sure where she gone, can't hardly even remember a face, let alone a name. She was real pretty, yeah, and smart, but everything else just escapes the mind. Dad was awful quiet when she left, started disappearing for days at a time, and I had to fend for myself a little. Friendly enough humans helped me with food and shelter, but were always to busy to play with this handsome kid, and was about to give up on the old man too before he came back home to me one day. He said, 'Son, we 'bout to strike it rich with these humans,' and took me with him to a part of town I ain't seen before, nothin' like the nice place we had growin' up.

At this point I was starting to grow out of my fluff and chub, and could hold my own, was probably half a year's worth of age, so everything was new. The part of the city where he took me was dingy and covered in glory's gore all the way down the road, scared me about half to death. Cats there were mean-lookin' like I ain't ever seen, and was wondering whether the old man was finally breakin' after my sister left, but just then we happened upon a bunch of beat-up geezers, all lookin' mighty twitchy and such. Didn't know what was wrong with 'em then, but they say hindsight is perfect 20/20, and I understand now why dad was always leavin' for awhile and why the older cats twitched. Opium. Cure of all cures, it's been called, and from that point on those old cats were my mentors on everything havin' to do with it. Three of 'em, there were: Osmus "Slickmouth", a tiny and broken leopard, too smart for his own good, brains of the operation; Quintus "Hardknock", brutish lion, used for 'physical reinforcement'; and Arlo "Wobblewalk", funny little lynx who's mind was too blown to think about anything other than opium, knew everything about it. Them along with my pop and me began our little business then, and though I didn't understand then why we was doin' it, I sure am glad now it happened. After I got my feet wet pushing the stuff to a few of the crazy street cats around town, the geezers assigned me my new name: 'Speedwagon'. Said it was 'cause they ain't ever seen a job get done as fast as I'd done it, and from then on I swore to wear the name with pride."

[Speedwagon the Pusher: 1-3 years]
"After a couple months doin' real small-time gigs for the geezers, me and my dad got in real good with 'em, and started to get to know people higher up the chain. We didn't get paid all that much, seeing as most of it went right back to the old guys, but we wasn't poor per say. It wasn't the life we'd had before momma died and sister left, but it was a hell of a lot better than the lives of the people we sold the flower to, at least at first. My dad ended up with a nickname too: 'Stiffslilts', as he tried to bring some kinda law into the ring we had, if only to save his morality or somethin'. The geezers named him also 'cause of his legs, which was longer than most of his species. They kid with him, but we was both good at our jobs as they told us to be; 'til we started gettin' more important business, at least.

"We started gettin' meetups at the more expensive part of town, where we'd live before, and then in even more rich places. Apparently, accordin' to the geezers, it's 'cause I was so quick on my feet, but they was just gassin' me up. We started taking the stuff to humans in the coliseum and cats in the Bounty Hunters, a bunch of cats I ain't ever had a problem with as long as they paid their dues. Our little outfit was gettin' richer by the day; a few more recruits came through here and there, and we even had money to keep for ourselves come end of the week. Now, at this point in time, I became suspicious; what made this stuff so great? Why could be and a couple old crazy guys make such a livin' off a plant? So on an afternoon I had off, I decided to try it, just once. I ain't never had an experience like it before. It brought you to such a state where all the pain and stress just quit, like it wasn't there in the first place. Naturally, if somethin' makes ya feel good, you ain't just gonna stop it, right? I figured all would be fine and dandy if I just slipped some of the plant out of our shipments every once in awhile, and ain't nobody seemed to notice. All except good ol' daddy Stiffstilts.

"He confronted me one day after I'd taken some of the opium, smack in the height of my stupor. Accused me of stealin' from the outfit and told me to pay up for what I owed, or he'd see to it the geezers knew. Of course I wasn't gonna admit it, I was too proud. So he took me straight up to Slickmouth that instant and told 'em what I did, and I couldn't argue much at all with my head in the clouds. Next day I found myself wound up in the pits with some awful-lookin' self-pityin' felines who could bum Wobblewalk outta his mind, accused of a crime I didn't commit. Somethin' about takin' from the Consul himself, though I ain't never seen someone so fancy in my life. So I stayed down in the cellars for a couple days, hearin' the cats talk of some place called the 'Empires' or somethin' of that nature, though I couldn't much care with withdrawals setting in an my sleep messed up, not to mention ain't nobody even cared to give me the time of day. It was the past though. After a few days was up, I was woke in the middle of the night by a lady serval (a solid seven), who told me I was to come with her if I wanted to get out. So I did. She didn't take me back to the city, no, she took me to the forest. I very damn near went back, but then realized that ain't nobody in the opium outfit would likely take me back, even my father, and I was no competition to them if I tried to start up my own business. So went with the lady I did, and found myself in the Empires.

[Speedwagon the Gladiator: 3 years-current]
More TBA as RP happens.

Extra

Likes:

- Opium
- Females
- Night
- Warm weather
- Humans
- Massilia
- Music

Dislikes:

- Old cats
- Cold weather
- Religion
- Sobering
- Hangovers

Fears:

- Water
- Snakes
- Capture

Relationships

Relationship Interests
[ (blank) ] = Not interested | [?] = Unsure | [X] Interested

Lasting relationship: [ ]
Quick fling: [X]
Friends with benefits: [?]
Open relationship: [ ]

Relationship Tracker

Miscellany

Wanted Status
Currently not wanted by Bounty Hunters

EP Tracker

Previously Owned by Pedropoliss

Description

The Swingin' Speedwagon

I’m a bad boy – I need to dance,
If I don’t dance, no romance
Feel like dancing, dance with me
First dance is always free.

General Information

Name
Birthname: Milo
Current name: Speedwagon
Gender
Male
Species
Serval [Leptailurus serval] / Caracal [Caracal caracal]
Age
Birthday: December 30, 50 B.C.
Starting: 3 years
Current: 5 years, 4 months
Rank
Former: Opium Pusher
Current: Gladiator
Allegiance
Self-interest [65%], Ice Empire [25%], City of Massilia [10%]
Voice actor
Matt Bomer
Theme Song(s)
"Bad Boy Good Man" by TAPE FIVE
Sexuality
Pansexual | Aromantic

Family
Mother: ???? | Coliseum Fighter | Deceased | Serval
Father: Roscus | Opium Pusher | Alive | Caracal
Siblings: ???? | Sister | City Cat | Whereabouts unknown | Serval/Caracal

Personal Information

Personaity
= Positive | = Neutral | = Negative
[Light-Hearted] | [Flirtatious] | [Bi-Polar] | [Inebriate] | [Disloyal] | [Lazy]
[Light-Hearted] Speedwagon loves to feel good, and one of the best ways he knows how is to make other people feel good, so he always puts out a light-hearted mood. He hasn't necessarily felt the same hardships as some of the others in his Empire, and so he has no reason to act any other way than happy, and is sometimes confused as to why others feel so poorly sometimes.
[Flirtatious] While he's friendly towards almost all cats, he's especially friendly towards anyone who will give him "special attention". He isn't in it for a long-term relationship though, no matter what he says to get what he wants, he simply wants there to be a "one and done" kind of deal with his partners.
[Bi-Polar] Speedy borders on having a personality disorder which causes violent mood swings, but is only triggered when he goes through severe opium withdrawals. He tends to have some with him at all times, but when away from it for too long, his mood can be extremely unpredictable.
[Inebriate] The one word that truly describes this servacal. In both his personality and physical state, Speedwagon is the definition if inebriate, and has an almost apathetic air about him, often chilled out when around his Empiremates. This is due likely to the lack of violence in his life prior to joining the Empires.
[Disloyal] He has no sense of loyalty to anyone except himself, and what he wants to do is what he will do. He doesn't feel he owes anyone in the Empires his loyalty as of yet, as they have not helped him in the slightest.
[Lazy] Because of his more laid-back personality, Speedy is quite awfully unmotivated and lazy. It often takes him two or three times being told something before he will consider doing it, and even more times before it actually gets done. Especially with things like housekeeping chores, sometimes he just won't do it if he doesn't feel like he needs to.

History
Brief Summary: Unlike most of his Empiremates, Milo "Speedwagon" never faced the hardships of life within the coliseums or under the cruel rule of abusive humans. He in fact had it quite the opposite; he sat in the lap of luxury, and even attended coliseum fights, and often questions why he left the city. The young servacal started out born to a mother whom he'd never met and a father who would become his best friend as they together made a life pushing opium on both cats and humans alike, never spending a day in the cells under the coliseum.

[Milo the Cub: 0-1 years]
"Well I guess my story starts when I was no more than a young pup, metaphorically speakin'. Ain't never met my momma, seeing as she passed away too soon for my rememberin', but my dad and sister were there for me when I was all scamperin' around and beggin' for playtime. Was only a few months afterwards I believe my sister left, and to this day I ain't sure where she gone, can't hardly even remember a face, let alone a name. She was real pretty, yeah, and smart, but everything else just escapes the mind. Dad was awful quiet when she left, started disappearing for days at a time, and I had to fend for myself a little. Friendly enough humans helped me with food and shelter, but were always to busy to play with this handsome kid, and was about to give up on the old man too before he came back home to me one day. He said, 'Son, we 'bout to strike it rich with these humans,' and took me with him to a part of town I ain't seen before, nothin' like the nice place we had growin' up.

At this point I was starting to grow out of my fluff and chub, and could hold my own, was probably half a year's worth of age, so everything was new. The part of the city where he took me was dingy and covered in glory's gore all the way down the road, scared me about half to death. Cats there were mean-lookin' like I ain't ever seen, and was wondering whether the old man was finally breakin' after my sister left, but just then we happened upon a bunch of beat-up geezers, all lookin' mighty twitchy and such. Didn't know what was wrong with 'em then, but they say hindsight is perfect 20/20, and I understand now why dad was always leavin' for awhile and why the older cats twitched. Opium. Cure of all cures, it's been called, and from that point on those old cats were my mentors on everything havin' to do with it. Three of 'em, there were: Osmus "Slickmouth", a tiny and broken leopard, too smart for his own good, brains of the operation; Quintus "Hardknock", brutish lion, used for 'physical reinforcement'; and Arlo "Wobblewalk", funny little lynx who's mind was too blown to think about anything other than opium, knew everything about it. Them along with my pop and me began our little business then, and though I didn't understand then why we was doin' it, I sure am glad now it happened. After I got my feet wet pushing the stuff to a few of the crazy street cats around town, the geezers assigned me my new name: 'Speedwagon'. Said it was 'cause they ain't ever seen a job get done as fast as I'd done it, and from then on I swore to wear the name with pride."

[Speedwagon the Pusher: 1-3 years]
"After a couple months doin' real small-time gigs for the geezers, me and my dad got in real good with 'em, and started to get to know people higher up the chain. We didn't get paid all that much, seeing as most of it went right back to the old guys, but we wasn't poor per say. It wasn't the life we'd had before momma died and sister left, but it was a hell of a lot better than the lives of the people we sold the flower to, at least at first. My dad ended up with a nickname too: 'Stiffslilts', as he tried to bring some kinda law into the ring we had, if only to save his morality or somethin'. The geezers named him also 'cause of his legs, which was longer than most of his species. They kid with him, but we was both good at our jobs as they told us to be; 'til we started gettin' more important business, at least.

"We started gettin' meetups at the more expensive part of town, where we'd live before, and then in even more rich places. Apparently, accordin' to the geezers, it's 'cause I was so quick on my feet, but they was just gassin' me up. We started taking the stuff to humans in the coliseum and cats in the Bounty Hunters, a bunch of cats I ain't ever had a problem with as long as they paid their dues. Our little outfit was gettin' richer by the day; a few more recruits came through here and there, and we even had money to keep for ourselves come end of the week. Now, at this point in time, I became suspicious; what made this stuff so great? Why could be and a couple old crazy guys make such a livin' off a plant? So on an afternoon I had off, I decided to try it, just once. I ain't never had an experience like it before. It brought you to such a state where all the pain and stress just quit, like it wasn't there in the first place. Naturally, if somethin' makes ya feel good, you ain't just gonna stop it, right? I figured all would be fine and dandy if I just slipped some of the plant out of our shipments every once in awhile, and ain't nobody seemed to notice. All except good ol' daddy Stiffstilts.

"He confronted me one day after I'd taken some of the opium, smack in the height of my stupor. Accused me of stealin' from the outfit and told me to pay up for what I owed, or he'd see to it the geezers knew. Of course I wasn't gonna admit it, I was too proud. So he took me straight up to Slickmouth that instant and told 'em what I did, and I couldn't argue much at all with my head in the clouds. Next day I found myself wound up in the pits with some awful-lookin' self-pityin' felines who could bum Wobblewalk outta his mind, accused of a crime I didn't commit. Somethin' about takin' from the Consul himself, though I ain't never seen someone so fancy in my life. So I stayed down in the cellars for a couple days, hearin' the cats talk of some place called the 'Empires' or somethin' of that nature, though I couldn't much care with withdrawals setting in an my sleep messed up, not to mention ain't nobody even cared to give me the time of day. It was the past though. After a few days was up, I was woke in the middle of the night by a lady serval (a solid seven), who told me I was to come with her if I wanted to get out. So I did. She didn't take me back to the city, no, she took me to the forest. I very damn near went back, but then realized that ain't nobody in the opium outfit would likely take me back, even my father, and I was no competition to them if I tried to start up my own business. So went with the lady I did, and found myself in the Empires.

[Speedwagon the Gladiator: 3 years-current]
More TBA as RP happens.

Extra

Likes:

- Opium
- Females
- Night
- Warm weather
- Humans
- Massilia
- Music

Dislikes:

- Old cats
- Cold weather
- Religion
- Sobering
- Hangovers

Fears:

- Water
- Snakes
- Capture

Relationships

Relationship Interests
[ (blank) ] = Not interested | [?] = Unsure | [X] Interested

Lasting relationship: [ ]
Quick fling: [X]
Friends with benefits: [?]
Open relationship: [ ]

Relationship Tracker

Miscellany

Wanted Status
Currently not wanted by Bounty Hunters

EP Tracker

Previously Owned by Pedropoliss