The Cat and The Bottle
Notes on design
- Square shaped! His entire body is made out of them, including his stomach
- Always in second-hand clothing, nothing is ever new or even right for whatever event he is at
- Fat, that's all I have to say, don't ignore that or I bite you
- NSFW; cock is stubby but girthy, nothing impressive but makes up in thickness
- NSFW; if you are gonna draw his asshole, its disgusting, words can not describe how much this man does not wash himself, it's stained and stinky as hell.
Gordon is by no stretch of the imaginiation a good person, he openly admits to it after all, which while good, doesn't make up for how terrible he is, a liar, a man to take a bribe and a drunk are all things he is known as, and factually true.
Most of his days he spends alone in his run-down, cheap office building, a place once filled with life and mysteries to solve now nothing more than a place for him to finish off a drink and maybe jerk off, it reeks of his own urine and years old booze he never got around to finishing, most of the cases he had are either forgotten about or, more often than not, covered in hush money that keeps him from even looking at them.
However, eventually a young man is going to walk into his dingy office and ask for a job, and once that happens, he'll be back on his feet, stumbling around most of the time but attempting to fix the mass amount of wrongs and at least make a few good things happen.
Personality
Addiction-BasedBe it cigerettes, gambling or booze, Gordon is susceptible to it! Once he gets started with something that gives him a buzz, he won't put it down for the life of him, he started with cigerettes at a young age and while doesn't smoke often, has moved onto booze, the more volume the better in his book.
It's his main downfall as a person, he is either high or drunk most of the time, the times he is sober, the depression he suffers from is often obvious, in a sad way, he is only fuctional when drunk, because without it, he is a mess who can barely put together a sentence.
Easily WaiveredMoney makes the world go round, and Gordon knows that, if you put a few hundred dollars on the table in order to get him to drop a case about you, he'll do it...if drunk enough, it isn't something that comes naturually, bribes are strictly, on paper, against what he does, but you can bully him into it with fancy words and a night on the town.
In recent times he is...better at it, his companion, Oscar, is the opposite, completely stubborn in that regard and while they've only been working together for a while, it has rubbed off on Gordon, now you need him high as well to get him to consider a bribe!
Gordon disolved when he was born, his parents saw what he was, and while they would not be good parents at all, instead of throwing him to the side when seeing his monsterous nature, they kept him, which would be the only good thing they'd ever do.
Gordon grew up in Chester, New Amsterdam, deep in the bustling life, but not in the rich, hollywood sort of way, instead Chester is known for two things, sex and a lack of care for its poor population, Gordon's family was that poor population, he slept on a 40 year old mattress that hurt his back and only attended school because he walked 3 hours each day to go. His parents loved him in the way you love a cat, because that's all they saw, his mother had cheated on his father to have him, the genetics obvious in his behavior and species, while his father despised her for that, he kept up face, patting Gordon on the head and asking him to kindly, shut up, stop complaining and go to your room.
At the age of 18, Gordon left home, deciding to take up residence out of state in Manchester, Greater Maine, a smaller city compared to what he was use to, but made up with much to do, this is where he discovered the thing that would lead him to where he was, that being how bad the world was, that corruption had bled into everything, he had thought that Chester was only like that because of vague reasons, but no, it was all like this, across the country . Gordon, wanting to do good, assumed that joing the Manchester Police And Dectective Academy would be able to solve this, but to assume an state-inforced system such as the police cares about the citizens is naive, and he certainly was.
He'd eventually move back to New Amsterdam, settling in the captial for his work, that being a freelance dectective, with joy he took up jobs, at first, being incredibly good at it, sniffing out drug lords and helping with missing persons. Until a certain mobster came into power, that being Frank Lavey, Gordon fought tooth and nail, but yet, he didn't go down, instead, the entire force was under his thumb and more importantly, didn't want Gordon dead.
"How about a big check, eh? That do the trick for you, Mr. D'Bloius?"
His first bribe, which led him down the path of self-loathing for what he did, leading him to move out of state once again, to reflect, he'd go down south to St. Petes, Louisina, a few couch hopping sessions later and he'd end up staying with Joel DeChampe, a werewolf and a smooth man. Gordon took his kind words and countless booze offers with stride, a few years later and he had helped with murder after murder, slipping into the worst depravity known to man, the only reason that he left Joel being two things.1. Him coming to, he hadn't been sober for 3 whole years, and seeing what he had done, knew he had to leave the situation.
2. Gordon had seen victims so many times, how they'd talk about their abusers and the way they treated them, empathy flew out from his heart every single time. He'd never hurt anybody like that, everything he did in a relationship would be thought out in advance, talked about countless times before being put into action.
"C'mon now, Gordon, don't get cold feet on me now, she ain't gonna bite y'r cock off if that's what y'r thinkin'" Joel guestered towards his latest kill, a 19 year old he had found hitch-hiking, her teeth ripped out, she was so obviously dead. "You never dissapoint me, don't wuss out on me now,"
It shouldn't have felt so good, but it did, to take her blood soaked mouth and ride it until he felt better -- it was the best sex he had -- that being until later that day, in a rage, Joel would bend him over his trunk and rape him.
Again, it shouldn't, to him, have been good, he cried like a girl the entire time, but yet...
He didn't...mind it.
Years he'd spend back in his old office, drinking away his money and in the back of his head, waiting for whatever had come over him to leave, not wanting to put in the effort to make it, that being his addiction, go, however.
Enter stage right, Oscar, this is where our story begins,
- Because he's so depressed, man barely showers, smells like tacky booze and cigars.
- His werecat form is based off of Maine Coons, albeit much bigger and more murderous
- Speaking of werecat stuff, only turns when under severe amounts of anxiety, basically serves as a PTSD response since, normally, while he is strong, he'll freak out if he is put in a situation that makes him vunerable when he's sober, and thus, go into a blood rage and kill everything in sight in order to keep himself safe, Oscar is the only one who can calm him when he gets like this.
- Short people fetish, if you are smaller than him in any way he will be begging for sex, the man is...trying at being respectful towards people, but in terms of sex all he needs is a fleshlight and somebody who will let him fall asleep right on them.
- Collects porn magizines, even before he went into depravity, he just found them interesting to read and jack off to! He has a vast collection of them and if you ask, will gladly show them off with pride.
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