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Kitter Bitters

Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy




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Fluffy

Full NameFluffy
ProfessionPet
AffiliationsHimself
HomeworldCoruscant
SpeciesLoth-Cat
GenderMale
Force SensitiveNo
Modus OperandiCause as much trouble as possible
Template Inspired By:Romi Jade




OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
  • Intent: To create an NPC cat that can serve as a plot device for fun social threads
  • Image Credit: Chat GPT
  • Role: A pesky feline who can cause mischief and serve as a framing device for stories
  • Permissions: N/A
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
  • Age: 1 standard year
  • Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
  • Species: Loth-Cat
  • Appearance: White fur, four legs, big fluffy ears
SOCIAL INFORMATION
  • Name: Fluffy
  • Loyalties: Himself
  • Wealth: N/A
  • Notable Possessions: N/A
  • Skills: Mischief, mice catching
  • Languages: Meow
  • Personality: Very mischievous kitty who likes to sneak around and cause trouble
COMBAT INFORMATION
  • Weapon of Choice: his claws
  • Combat Function: He would be useless in combat because he is a cat
  • Force Abilities (Force Users Only): N/A
Strengths:
  • Intelligence
  • Agility
  • Cute
Weaknesses:
  • Weak in combat
  • Is a cat so cannot communicate well
  • Is a house pet so sometimes gets forced inside
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Fluffy the Loth-Cat first came to the bustling ecumenopolis of Coruscant as a tiny, wide-eyed kitten tucked into a brightly colored carrier at a mid-level pet shop. A family bought him as a birthday surprise for their young son, who had begged for a companion of his own. Though affectionate and loyal, Fluffy was born with a restless streak that no amount of cuddles could tame. Sleek and quick, he seemed to hear the city humming with possibility. He'd slip out through half-opened doors or wiggle through ventilation gaps, darting off on spontaneous escapades across busy skywalks, market levels, or even starports when the family traveled. Each time he returned—rumpled, purring, and entirely unapologetic—he carried with him a new mystery, a faint scent of ion engines, or a smudge of alley dust, leaving the family to wonder just how far his latest adventure had taken him.


 

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