#were-cat

Beauregard Beauchanon Bojangles WhiteWood the 3rd. A character whose name is insufferable to say, spell and remember. I never thought I’d get around to concepting him because I’ve wanted to design him for a while-I just didn’t imagine he’d end up in Shadow Oaks.

Bojangles is the grandson of the leader of the Taily Po Cult-a very old Warlock Cult in Shadow Oaks that predates the town’s founding. The members worship the Taily Po-a mysterious cat monster that demands the sacrifice of tails of other creatures to replace it’s own. Bojangles never wanted that life; specifically he never wanted the life his Grandmother Whitewood tried to set him up on-which was becoming the next leader of this cult. After putting up with her racist behavior for long enough, he applied for a wizarding school scholarship at the farthest place he could find-in Germany-escaping his ancestral home and hopping on the first plane out of the country.

Bojangles spent roughly 4 years in Germany (he ran away when he was 16) at this school. He also had an accident there that resulted in him being a half-cat polymorph creature. He is very sensitive about it and often opts to cover up every inch of his body. Bojangles was one year from graduating with a full Wizarding Degree when his Grandmother’s Cultist Followers managed to find him and drag him back home for an arranged member with Malinka Grimalkin-the daughter of the Cult’s second in command. She severely did not reciprocate (breaking a plate over his head once) and with her and her friends help-they escaped the Whitewood Plantation Home. Bojangle’s grandmother who killed a crow in the final fight-was eaten alive by a swarm of crows along with several other cult members who were badly injured. Not wanting to continue living on the old plantation home property, Bojangles was informally adopted by the Grimalkins. He and Malinka function much better as siblings than they ever would as spouses.

Bojangles still is highly sensitive about his appearance, but around the home he’s grown more comfortable to dress down a bit. Bojangles speaks with a heavy aristocratic southern drawl, he is usually polite towards his elders, and he is greatly enjoying his liberation. He currently has no plans on returning to Germany to finish his degree-rather he seems to be doing it online. 

I don’t know if I will be brave enough to finalize this but

WOWS

And an Added curse!?

Feral

-Real name:  Maria Callasantos

-A.k.a.:-

-Publisher:  Marvel

-Type:  Were-cat mutant

-Afilliations: Acolytes, Hellions, Legion of The Skull, Morlocks, Mutant Liberation Front, New Mutants, The Lupine, X-Corporation, X-Force, X-Men

@val-rampage So this is what happens when you mention an AU of cats, Danse and May! I couldn’t resist! Hope you enjoy it~  (＾• ω •＾)

Danse stepped into the cool night air, trying to regain control of his senses with deep breaths. He flexed his hands into fists and raised his head to look up at the full moon, the sweat cooling on his skin. Another night alone, another night terror – followed by the agonising moments in which he realised May was gone, the bed empty beside him.

He dragged a hand down his face. Diamond City. She’s gone to Diamond City and she’ll be back tomorrow.

But it didn’t stop the near painful twist of anxiety in his stomach.

“Mrrrp?”

His eyes cut to the ground. In the moonlight was a small, fluffy shape. A cat.

He slowly crouched down, and the moment he held his hand out the cat began to purr, butting her head against his fingers. Despite himself, he began to smile. When he sat on the doorstep the cat hopped onto his lap and settled, allowing him to comb his fingers through her dark coat.

She purred even louder, and he began to relax.

May always seemed to be away on full moons, which was usually when his feline friend would appear. He’d taken to calling her Luna for that reason.

He wondered if this would be the night she stayed around, though he suspected not. By morning she’d always disappeared, slinking out through a door or window and long gone before May’s return. Still, he was more than glad of her company for when May wasn’t there. Even if cats lacked the ability to provide covering fire.