[b]Name:[/b] Crispin Ocelot

[b]Species:[/b] Anthromorphic Ocelot

[b]Age:[/b] 25

[b]Occupation:[/b] SEO Cafeteria Head Chef + Software Engineer intern

[b]Personality:[/b] Hot-headed, competitive, energized, passionate & fun-loving, flirty, jumpy/easily startled
[i]> "Not the face, not the face!"[/i]

[b]History:[/b] Crispin’s never been too good with landing jobs – he’s a fantastic chef, arguably the best in town, but a nasty history of arson kept him from getting hired. At least until he started taking these peculiar pills daily. He hasn’t been arrested since. His position with the SEO is his longest-held job to date – which can lead him to be pretty anxious if he’s off by even minutes of when he should be swallowing his meds.

Trying to help his family out in the meantime (after he screwed them over pre-pill life), he’s been interning on the side as well. If he’s not in the cafeteria, he can be seen shadowing fellow coworkers at their desks. (Those who could put up with him, anyway!)

[b]Looks:[/b] [i](since I can’t draw for shit haha)[/i]
Crispin’s fur color is that of a regular ocelot (reddish gray) and bears the expected markings of one: black and white eye markings, a few stripes, and thick spots. His ash gray hair is generally messy under his cap, but some girls think it cute so he keeps it that way. To say the least he’s pretty natural-looking – so if he’s drawing someone’s attention, it’s usually due to some dumb thing he’s saying or doing.

When he’s not dawning the SEO chef apron, he often dawns a long black jacket with gold buttons (usually a pink shirt to go with) & ripped black jeans. But even when hard at work, he’s never seen without his patched-up snapback baseball cap.

[b]Misc.:[/b]
Crispin’s love for cooking is one thing – his love for boxing is another. Sparring is the best way for him to blow off steam.

Keep him away from open flames though. Never know what could happen if he’s not medicated enough.

He’s a romantic at heart, though he’s too used to rejection to let it affect him for longer than ten minutes. His attempts to show off to any ladies remotely interested in him can go either way. He has an extreme weak spot for cat- and bunny-girls.

Crispin also carries around a frying pan with him. A "high-tech" frying pan that works like a pocket-knife in that it can shrink itself down to the size of its own hilt and be stored away in his butt pocket. His mama made it. He says it’s for cooking mobility but nobody at SEO has ever seen him use it for that purpose – though he has been seen whacking someone on the side of the head with it on two occasions.