A Study of Snookums

Because I have done so many new drawing of Snookums, I felt that I should do what every good OC deserves: give him a full and proper description. Bare with me, because Snookums has a split personality, I have to do a description for each one. Though they are both technically Snookums, he refers to his bad self as "The Monster" (or "My Evil", "My Darkness", etc…), the bad part refers to the good simply as "The Other". So that is how I refer to the two halves of one cat, because the two animals he is made of are fighting each other, even in the afterlife.

Identifying markings:
-Always 9 stitches showing on face when looking forward (7 holding patch on, 2 covering eye)
-5 showing caudal vertebrae. But if you were to look at his tail closely, you would see a small patch of hairless skin showing just before the vertebrae become visible. 
-4 fuchsia colored patches. One on face, one on back, one on thigh(right back), and one on leg (left front.)

THE OTHER
Name: Snookums
Age: Unknown
Gender: Tom
Breed: Domestic House Cat. Dead.
Size: Overly Large- 15 lbs and 15 inches at the shoulder.
Status: Dead and feeling fine!

Personality: Snookums is a sweet, gentle, caring soul. He tries hard to keep his evils at bay, but the pain that he feels every time that twisted voice sounds in the back of his mind is obvious to all. He is constantly on the verge of giving into that nagging voice that tells him to do horrible things. Only constant vigilance and superior mental stability keep The Monster at bay. This side, his dominant side, would never kill or attack anything, or do anything to even make someone feel bad.

Build: Quite large with well-functioning musculature. He is a bit on the skinny side, but what do you expect? In this form, he would never hunt or kill, so he feeds on carrion and scraps. 

Physical Description: Snookums has a bizarre coloring due to… who knows! Since he has little to no memories from before he opened his eye for the first time (for the second time), the only people who know why (and how) he is green and fuchsia are his creator(s). But, he is. 

History: The memories that Snookums has are few and far between. He awoke in a cage in a darkened and destroyed room. He did not know why he was there, but he had a single word floating in his mind "Snookums". He liked the sound of that word, so he decided to associate himself with it. Little did he know was that that name used to belong to a sweet ginger kitten that was now a part of him. With his superior intelligence, he jimmied the lock to his cage open and walked out into the world.

Strengths: [Kindness][Intelligence][Ingenuity]  

Flaws: [The Monster][Cowardice][Fear]

Relationships: Single and okay with that. Though he could make friends easily, he has trouble with letting people in. His heart has been hardened by his inability to let people close to him, because he is afraid of what The Monster could do to them.

RP Example: ?, the creature thought. His golden eye surveyed the enclosure that he was in: bars all around him, some sort of locking mechanism on the cage door. The cage was covered by s thick, coarse fabric that let in dim light. There was a single thought that was floating in his head right now, a word. Snoo…Snoooook…Snookums? Was that a word? He liked the feel of it, it felt comforting, somehow. I shall call myself Snookums, he thought to himself. The tom then inspected the mechanism again before using a claw to switch the latch up and over. He walked out of the cage, lifting the burlap veil aside. He blinked his eye into focus as it adjusted to the harsh fluorescent lighting. The room looked as if it was meant to be a neat and clean laboratory, but the dried blood and visceral splatter over most surfaces ruined the effect of a sanitary area. 
As he walked across the room past the eviscerated and decomposing bodies of a various nature, Snookums looked on inquisitively. These creatures were cold and lifeless. There were no hearts beating, no breath stirring. Was he breathing? No. He was like them but they did not move. As he walked across the room he saw empty cages, but these ones were not covered. Wait! What was that?! He took several steps backwards and stared. What was this creature before him? It stared at him with a single yellow eye; the other was squinted and sewn closed. Its face was two pieces, sewn together. As he stared at the green and fuchsia… thing, he saw its mismatched, sewn together body. He tilted his head questioningly, so did the creature. In fact, it copied all of his movements. He leaned forward and touched noses to cool metal. A reflection, that was all. What he saw was himself. He looked down at his paws then back at the thing across from him. Me. Snookums. He smiled softly and continued walking across the laboratory. Something else caught his eye, several of the cages were filled with creatures similar to himself. They lay awkwardly, like they were never truly animate. He felt a small pang of sadness for them, but he continued on his way. Minutes later he had left the room and was leaving the building through a window. 
The building had been filled with more dead things, but none of them had the decency to greet him when he introduced himself. Along the way he had felt a little strange and had the urge to gnaw on one of the beings. As he fed, a small voice in the back of his mind wished that the flesh was warm and fresh. He ignored the voice, and decided to leave the building through a cracked window. He thought that it was large enough to fit through, so he tried. As he was leaving, he noticed something green behind him: it looked like his tail. Oh my, he thought and turned his head to look at his own tail. Definitely his. His tail was now shorter and more exposed to the elements. He looked upon the exposed vertebrae and gave a mental shrug. It didn't hurt him. As Snookums walked down the barren streets, past broken windows and more dead bodies, a small voice spoke in the back of his mind So now it begins. 

Other: Was Snookums patched together before or after death? Who knows. He awoke dead. He is a Frankenzombie- a dead thing made from multiple animals. He does not need to breath, but chooses to do so to communicate. His heart beats sporadically, just enough to provide for minor bodily functions. He has minor regenerative properties. For example, he could heal a small scratch over a very prolonged length of time, but he could never regrow skin over his tail. Healing takes a very long time, but he is not prone to infection so it is okay. He feels no physical pain, but he does hurt every minute of every day from The Monster that resides within.

THE MONSTER
Name: Snookums
Age: Unknown
Gender: Tom
Breed: Domestic House Cat. Dead.
Size: Overly Large- 15 lbs and 15 inches at the shoulder.
Status: Dead and Angry

Personality: Snookums is a horrible, twisted soul. He is the evil that most try to keep at bay. He causes much pain and gets sick pleasure from it. He is the voice at the back of your head that tells you to hurt, maim, and burn things. Most people ignore this voice, but for most people that voice isn't a dual personality. Without constant vigilance, he creeps around the corners of Snookum's conscience and takes control. As the less dominant side, he is usually content to just sit in the corner of his mind, snicker, and pass judgment. But when he decides that it is his time to come out and play, there is no stopping him. A mental battle will go on between The Other and The Monster that lasts as long as it takes for The Other to take hold again.


Build: Quite large with well-functioning musculature. He is a bit on the skinny side, but what do you expect? In his dominant form, he would never hunt or kill, so he feeds on carrion and scraps. The Monster, on the other hand, would love to sink his fangs into some fresh meat. He would love to bathe his muzzle in the warm blood of those that fall before him. He dreams of gnawing on the fresh, marrow-filled bones of… well, you get the idea. 

Physical Description: Snookums has a bizarre coloring due to… who knows! Since he has little to no memories from before he opened his eye for the first time (for the second time), the only people who know why (and how) he is green and fuchsia are his creator(s). But, he is indeed green and fuchsia. 

History: The memories that Snookums has are few and far between. He awoke in a cage in a darkened and destroyed room. He did not know why he was there, but he had a single word floating in his mind "Snookums". He liked the sound of that word, so he decided to associate himself with it. Little did he know was that that name used to belong to a sweet ginger kitten that was now a part of him. With his superior intelligence, he jimmied the lock to his cage open and walked out into the world.

Strengths: [Curiosity][Bravery][Ingenuity]  

Flaws: [The Other][Anger][Insanity]

Relationships: Single and that is best. The Monster knows how to pretend to be The Other while creating relationships only to hurt them. He gets pleasure out of hurting others, both physically and mentally.

RP Example: Snookums watched as the beasts ran towards him. Two huge canines with mouths frothing and fur patched from disease. He was cornered, they had followed his scent, and this time he had no way out. He looked around frantically for an exit, but all that lay behind him was a brick wall, to the side were more walls, and in front of him were two hungry canines. 'Fight them' the voice said, tear out their throats! Snookums closed his eyes, he was frozen from fear. He could not fight these animals, but there was someone who could, and he knew it. Yes, you know that you need me, let me out! Snookums shuddered as he heard the bloodlust in The Monster's voice. If you die, I die! Give me the body! The Monster pleaded. Snookums had never seen this side of The Monster. He wasn't lying, he wasn't teasing or taunting, in fact, he even sounded scared. Take it… Snookums began, slowly backing up mentally. Before he could finish his thought, he was slammed aside by the raging force of The Monster. 
With a bloodcurdling roar, The Monster sprang at the dogs. Snookums was now The Other, he was the voice in the back of his own mind. Snookums landed claws first onto the froth-covered head of one of the mongrels. The beast was taken by surprise, one minute this thing on its face had been a quivering mass, now it was on her face. But not for long. Snookums unhooked his claws and launched onto the back of the bitch's partner. His fangs sunk into the scruff of its neck while claws shredded skin. As fast as he could, he released again and leapt to the side. The dog's bite missed by barely a caudal vertebrae's length. As the dog began to turn, Snookums kicked off of the wall and launched back at the beast. The mongrel had little time to respond as claws sunk into his eyes. With a twist and a pull, he yanked out one of the eyes, accidentally leaving one hanging by the optic nerve. Snookums chuckled in glee as the dog collapsed in pain, pawing at his mutilated face. 
The bitch stood in horror, not sure whether to fight or flee. When Snookums blood-splattered face turned towards her, she made up her mind. Snookums watched as she turned tail and ran into the wreckage. Still cackling madly, with a sadistic grin on his face, he turned towards the other canine. It was already too late for it, with no eyes and gaping wounds it would never survive in the wasteland, even The Other would give it a mercy kill now. But The Other was not in charge right now. With a victorious growl, he bit and clawed into the shivering mass, quenching his bloodlust for the night. Soon the beast stopped moving, and Snookums had eaten his fill. Sated and ready to go back to his den, he prepared to leave. Now, wasn't this fun? he giggled to The Other, But I guess that you did do the noble thing by letting me out -notthatyoueverdoyoublaggard- so I guess you can take the body now. The Other felt the presence of The Monster back off, and as fast as he could he sprang back to control.
Th-thank you. He mentally mumbled. He did not expect a response, and he was not disappointed. With a hurried glance at the devastation beside him, he quickly trotted off into the ruins, hoping to reach his den before nightfall. With another glance backwards, Snookums shuddered at the force of The Monster. As he padded off into the sunset The Monster snickered in the back of his mind. Though he had given up claim of the body so easily this time, there was always a next time.

Other: He was there from the first moment that Snookums opened his eye: a presence at the back of his mind, a small voice. The Monster enjoys causing pain, but never to himself. If he were to physically harm The Other, he would only be harming himself, instead he just fights for dominance (not in a way malicious to The Other, he just wants to have fun). The Monster is actually fond of The Other in a strange way. He wishes that The Other knew how to have fun, real fun. Like ripping into warm flesh, or driving someone to the brink of insanity. But, alas, The Other does not feel the same way, so The Monster must take control and have his own fun. Since he is fine with lying dormant as long as he is entertained, he often does some back-seat driving and can sometimes even be helpful.