Caleb_The_Cat

Name: Caleb
Species: Toon Cat, Former Human
Occupation: Mime/Busker (Speaks English)
Age: 30 (before transformation)
Accent: American


Caleb is a Toon black Cat, standing roughly 3'3. Often he is seen busking on the streets of the town with his Mime act involving what can only be described as 'real' Pantomime. Sometimes it's a show with a plot, sometimes charades, sometimes challenges such as "break my mighty Pope-Box" with small prizes.

With memories from his human life, he knows how to appeal to humans! His acts often also involve looking very cute at the audience. People are aware that there are weird things out there, but so often he is stared at in disbelief, or awe, or someone claims he is a hologram...the sheer denial carried on even after the 'incident' later known as the Toon Boom, was so great...no one put it on the news...Or maybe Uncle Sam still wants it that way? Even after an entire town got transformed and put out hundreds of internet videos...there are still those who don't know how weird things can get, and those who just cant believe.

Caleb Explores the places he could never get to as a human, admittedly going through a personality change post transformation...As it would turn out he was reborn, and lucky to even have his human memories.

Abilities:

Durability/agility: Being flattened is an inconvenience, not to say danger can't exist. Also agile as a cat!

Hammer space: Another innate ability, like a bag of holding that works even if he ain't wearing clothes.

Miming: He can mimic invisible items that behave as real to both him and others. This includes but is not limited to walls, boxes, simple devices like a sling shots. Talking tends to mess with the mojo or make the item go poof.

Other: He is not limited to the above, overall toons can do lots of little...gags. Maybe even flatten a non toon like a toon if need be.


Caleb the Cat's backstory. (The above works as a TD;LR)

When truly bizarre things happen...they just happen. I was talking on the phone in the small country town I was visiting, and there was suddenly a bright light and i could barely see or feel anything. 'whats happening?' 'Am I dead?' I slipped away into unconsciousness. When i woke up I could feel myself laying on a big pillow in some really unorthodox way. I laid cozy for about 20 minuets before realizing my foot was touching my chin. My eyes Darted open.

Everything around me could only be described as 'Cell Shaded' and i look in a mirror...I am a 3'3 Cartoon cat. I was fully clothed, even had a hat. I was sure it was a dream, but it just continued on. I eventually peek out of the room to see several other's like me. Well there was 1 other black cat, 2 dogs and a duck. Turns out that the Cat was hired to be our guide, though unlike me, he lacked any clothes.

Boot was his name and he was normally a Salesman of sorts, but he took the job of guiding us through all this. We asked pretty much all the questions at once...What happened, why did it happen...can we go back, is this forever? He was slow to answer these, claiming to give us the answers as he gets them. He could tell us our forms were based on ourselves somehow, but not precisely what happened to us. I was pretty sure he was too worried we would freak out or run off into the toon country side, rather than anything malevolent.

We trained with Boot, getting used to our new forms and what they could do. There are certain things we can all do, a "hammer Space" sort of inventory, incredible durability, and i won't go on about the ways we can manipulate our own bodies. However we all had something that no one else could really do. For me, it was mimicry...I think i was set up to be a mime; when I believed and stayed quiet, my pantomimed walls...objects...acted like they are real.

After a few weeks Boot suddenly gave us answers; albeit some did just beg more. We are the way we are due to a disaster at a research facility near the town... we could never go back to being human because we were completely reborn,'spawned' like new toons are. This is happening to basically the whole town; cosmically powerful beings had hot debates on if our memories should even be preserved.

It was weird and spiritual, but we all knew it was true. There was no body dissociation to go along with the extreme body change, and...our personalities did infact change a bit. It was obvious we were simply allowed to remember our previous lives...otherwise we 'spawned' like any other toon. Without much warning, Boot shook our hands then snapped his fingers...we were back in town right where we were. Our families were informed through some crude colored pencil letters...Sacre Mew i guess. Time to start buskin'.