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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 13:43:09 GMT -5
(I have two quick questions. Can an elf have powers rather than weapons? And can I have a werewolf that can sometimes waltz around with her ears and tail showing like a neko?)
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Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 13:45:35 GMT -5
(I have two quick questions. Can an elf have powers rather than weapons? And can I have a werewolf that can sometimes waltz around with her ears and tail showing like a neko?) {I think a neko would be a different species entirely, possibly a hybrid but I could add that if you'd like me to Sure, an elf with powers is fine! Thank you for asking c:}
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 13:48:19 GMT -5
(No problem! And I mean more like she can control whether she's human, neko, or full on wolf. Does that make any sense? o.o But of course she wouldn't be able to control any of it during a full moon.)
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Azula
Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 13:49:55 GMT -5
(No problem! And I mean more like she can control whether she's human, neko, or full on wolf. Does that make any sense? o.o But of course she wouldn't be able to control any of it during a full moon.) (Yes that makes sense )
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 13:51:37 GMT -5
(Okay, thank you! -Runs off to continue making my characters- )
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 14:06:13 GMT -5
Elf:
Calithildes (Callie) Tirnel Ladrengileth Girls are typically short; at least when compared to Callie. Due to her being a Moon Elf, she stands at the height of 6'1" and is very thin to the point she could be described as willowy with her slight shoulders and long limbs. Her skin is snowy white and almost as pale as moonlight. Since she is a Moon Elf and does not see the daylight, her skin will never be tanned but Callie doesn't mind since the light of the sun makes her lightheaded and skin itch. An interesting part of her appearance is her hair which is naturally white. The texture of her lightly colored locks is curls and they are loosely curled, sometimes falling to her shoulder blades in waves. She usually has small braids and tiny silver bells that jingle when she moves. The strands near her face are typically pinned back to keep them out of her face and eyes but also clearly shows her pointed elf ears. Her eyes are angular and could be described as almond-shaped with long, bold lashes. The color of her irises are a light grey which darken when reaching the ring of ash that encases them and a starbust of pale silver halos the pupils. Her nose is slender and small but a bit long, ending in a subtly rounded point. Her lips aren't thin or pouty but shapely like a porcelain doll. The overall shape of her face is considered to be a heart. As a Moon Elf, jewelry and tattoos are a symbol of wealth and status therefore Callie has several piercings; earlobes, right nostril, septum and a labret. All of her jewelry are silver to celebrate the moonlight which allows her species to thrive. The tattoos Callie has are white ink tattoos of vines, leaves and flowers on the backs of her delicate hands and fingers as well as the tops of her dainty feet. She typical wears clothing that match the beauty of the night such as silvers, whites, greys and dark blues. Her style is quite feminine and she enjoys a silky elven dress that brushes the ground or at least goes halfway down her shin. Her feet are typically covered by flats, strappy sandals, or nothing at all. Calithildes was raised to be a proper lady which has also included lessons of manners and treating others with kindness no matter what. She has a gentle soul that is warm and welcoming but don't take advantage of her pleasant demeanor. Once betrayed, she will unlikely trust again and will merely be polite but not entirely friendly. When angered she brushes it off and smiles, excusing herself from the situation entirely but this can create other issues with others; either from her bursting from suppressing her true feelings or someone continuously angered by her dismissive ways. Callie does not use weapons since she doesn't believe in violence but she does have powers. Her variety of powers include healing but only while at full strength, creating and controlling small amounts of stardust, and cosmic awareness. She appears to be 21-24 but is actually a little over 200 years old; 215 to be exact. The Moon Elf cares for a young albino Fennec Fox named Orion. Callie is a descendant of a long line of gracious and lovely Moon Elves, a tradition and expectation she must meet. The family has become quite wealthy over time and climbed higher in their society's hierarchy. This explains her many piercings and graceful tattoos that decorate her body. Callie was becoming an embarrassment to her family as she became closer with a farmer. To cease further damage to the family name, her parents sent her out on her own to learn responsibility and how to care for others while maintaining her dignity. Moon Elves become stronger in the moonlight especially when the moon is full and at its highest point within the sky. Callie is at her weakest as the moon nears the horizon and/or when there is a new moon. (Lostwhisker)
Warlock:
Malachi (Mal) Edwards He has pale skin and a mop of blonde curls atop his head that he typically has to pin back to keep out of his eyes while sketching and painting. His hair curls around his ears and is nearly long enough for him to pull back in a small ponytail. He has a princely appearance; angular eyes, squared jaw, soft lips, a handsome nose, and dimples in his cheeks when he smiles. His eyes are actually one of his most startling features since they constantly shift in color, one moment they are blue and then they are green -- no wait, purple. Mortals simply dismiss it as a trick of the light or they are completely enamored; entranced by the kaleidoscopes that are his eyes but there is something dark hiding within them. Aside from the attractive features, he stands at the height of 6'2" with broad shoulders and long legs. He isn't overly muscular but he still seems lanky, bringing a new meaning to "starving artist." He doesn't seem to have any identifying marks other than a large burn scar going up the side of his right leg and another patch on the left side of his chest, wrapping around to his back. Malachi is a bit free spirited and his mind tends to wander. He has ADHD so it isn't a surprise when he scraps a project to move onto something new or becomes terribly focused and won't even eat or sleep until he's done. He's an eccentric fellow but that's part of his charm and he is, without a doubt, a charming young man. He is a bit of a flirt and doesn't care for the rules but he never keeps a lover for long since he isn't comfortable with being tied down unless it's the one. He likes to explore and go on adventures to become inspired or possibly go camping since it's a past time of his. When Malachi becomes serious, he can become a bit cold or distant depending on the cause. When he's angry enough to start yelling and fighting, he can be a bit scary and even dangerous. Being so open and aware, he has come to find that he is bisexual though he doesn't think it's important enough to mention. Malachi dresses nicely most days but if he's working on a masterpiece or a potion, he will wear paint splattered t-shirts and jeans, beaten up sneakers, and he will have a day or two worth of stubble on his jaw and upper lip. Sometimes he'll even be scatterbrained enough to put clothing on backwards and/or inside out since his mind is focused on a project and not his appearance. Malachi appears to be 18 but he can't exactly remember the year in which he was born. He knows it was a long time ago but can't recall the date. Others of the magic community don't care much but they do believe his age has made him eccentric and somewhat insane but still to be respected. He has the typical psychic abilities and elemental abilities though his strengths are mentally inflicting pain on others, prophetic visions (the reason he paints), and wielding shadows. The other four powers he has include telekinesis, mood detection, charmspeak (able to convince anyone to do just about anything), and summoning. Another thing to know about Mal is that he knows many ancient incantations that even the eldest warlocks don't know. Mal, being the oddball that he is, has a pet lemur named Erwin. He's a flirt and has many lovers he can't keep track off but he would push them all away for the perfect partner. He doesn't remember much of his past but he knows it's dark and doesn't wish to search his memories for it since he fears he won't be the same. He remembers fire being everywhere, screams, pain, and sensing wave upon wave of fear crashing into him. He also remembers a searing pain on his skin which he figures is how he got his burn scars. Though he can't remember, he was a very angry and violent warlock. He was the big bad guy that struck fear into people's hearts in the olden days, plaguing tribes and villages. He was confronted by the first council of magic wielders and was sentenced to be burned at the stake; the first to start the Salem Witch Trials. He was able to protect most of his body from the flames before breaking free and summoning both demons and monsters to shred the mortals that stood by to watch. He ran before collapsing and falling into a river. When he washed up on shore, he had no memory of who he was other than his name. He didn't understand why people hated him around that time but he remained hidden until people seemed to forget his name and whatever he had done to make them fear him. (Lostwhisker)
Werewolf:
Pilika Iona La Rue A heartless monster is something most don't see at the first sight of Pilika. She stands at the mere height of 5'1", allowing many to tower over her. Her slight frame only emphasizes her doll-like size but don't be fooled; she will gladly break your nose before attending a tea party. Her skin is subtly tanned naturally, anyways, she'd never take the time out of her day to lay in the sun to get a tan. Pilika has thick ash blonde hair that waves and curls to her shoulder blades. Choppy and overgrown bangs shadow her brilliant golden eyes, and a single braid on the right side of her head twisted under the top layer of her hair. She typically leaves her locks down and free of any ties, except for the lone braid, so the ashy strands frame her face. Her jaw is slightly squared but her small yet full lips and petite nose contribute to a child-like appearance. Her eyes, however, show her strength and age. The animal-metallic eyes are enhanced by the overall angular shape of them as well as her bold, long lashes which shadow them. Many give her curious looks; not for her eye color but for the long scar slashing over her left eye. She's strong even in human form but not as strong as her full wolf form. As an experienced werewolf she has found a way to be between forms to be more comfortable. In her half-shift she has tall, pointed wolf ears that have soft medium-length fur on them. Her wolf tail also forms and her fingernails elongate. Her canines on both sets of teeth become more pointed for biting and tearing. In her full form she is larger than a normal wolf but quite average, almost small, for a werewolf. Her frame is narrow allowing her to be quick but she has the abnormal strength of a Shapeshifter, even as a human. Her coat is soft and an ash blonde, her golden eyes blazing with the same scar over her left eye. She stays away from others and takes to the shadows, clinging to the wall like a flower in a crowded room. When approached, if the person has the courage to do so, she will be dismissive and uninterested before becoming cold and defensive. Simply seeing someone come towards her turns her onto high alert. She's a feisty one and is quick to anger as well as retaliation in a physical manner; she will bite or punch your lights out. Her anger is the one thing that makes her lose control of her shifting but she does her best to avoid attacking an innocent even if they annoyed her. Though she has a tough-girl exterior, her weakness are lost people. By lost people she sympathizes with the brokenhearted or lonely people of the Earth, especially when they're a child. When her heart is won by an individual, in the sense of friendship, she will be forever loyal as long as they don't betray her. If she's betrayed she will either seek revenge or never trust that person again. To hide her attributes of this half-form she wears hoods and hats along with a long and heavy jacket to hide her tail and the scars from battle on her arms. She appears to be quite the tom-boy in her attire but she doesn't care whether she's appealing or not. She's 19 years old but seems to have wisdom beyond her years. Pilika likes to be alone so she avoids packs and has become a Loner. Pilika has been an orphan for longer than she could remember. She was told her mother passed away but she knows they tell her that to hide the truth that she was abandoned. Her father is a mystery, just like her mother, but the young werewolf never pursued them after the age of 12. She hopped from one foster home to the next, never really fitting in or getting into fights. She was teased and bullied once the children found out about her ears and tail, the adults becoming disgusted and sending her off. She was once adopted by a loving couple but she was soon sent back once they discovered they were having a child of her own. At the age of 16, Pilika ran from the orphanage with a boy her age, Phillip. They bonded and he loved her ears and tail just as much as he loved her. In the end, he was caught in a misfire of a young Hunter and passed away that night. After Phillip's death, Pilika scoured the city for the Hunter and sated her blood thirst with revenge. As a werewolf, she can easily create bonds with actual, wild wolves. Look up "Nightcore The Wolf" on Google and it should be the second video down with the image that inspired Pilika, as well as the song itself. (Lostwhisker)
Human:
Elliot Osteen Elliot stands at the height of 5'10" with a thin yet slightly muscular frame. His face still has a boyish charm in the thin heart-shape of it and wide eyes. As he matures, his jaw is becoming a bit more prominent and, in a sense, manly. His eyes are almond shaped and a deep, chocolate brown with a golden starburst around his pupils and a dark brown ring encasing his irises. His eyes are set back in his skull slightly so they are slightly shadowed and his lashes are quite long. Elliot has dark brown hair with naturally red highlights that show in the sun and he typically keeps it short and styled in a messy but spiked sort of way. His tanned skin is lightly freckled but only over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, making this devious young man the image of innocence. The innocence is gone when a mischievous spark lights his eyes and his mouth curves into a mysterious grin or his mouth is set in to a thin line when he's serious. There isn't much that makes Elliot stand out in a crowd but he has something that most people don't; he has a large scar raking diagonally on his right bicep. The marks seem to be the work of the claws from a large animal but he can't remember since he was young when it happened. He's an outdoorsy type so he knows a lot about plants, animals, and surviving in the wilderness. Elliot loves adventure so he likes to be outdoors more than anything especially if he's camping. He's a loner in his community since people are afraid of him (more like his uncle) or they find him odd because he doesn't act like the others that are rich. He's a caring guy and a bit of treehugger but he can't bring himself to alter his diet since he needs to hunt animals for protein if he's staying in the woods for a while. Elliot has also trained himself enough to defend against an attacker and land in a few good blows or slashes with his knife. He typically wears simple clothing such as a t-shirt with jeans or a pair of shorts. When he's hiking, rock climbing, or on an adventure of any kind he will wear the appropriate attire. His uncle doesn't care much for his sloppy attire and wishes he would wear the nice dress shirts and slacks he buys him. He's 16 years of age and going on 17 soon. Elliot always carries a pocket knife with him and a small switchblade. If he's out in the wilderness for a long time, he keeps a hunting knife sheathed at his hip. His only companion is a beautiful German Shepard named Gracie which he takes out on some of his adventures. Though he cannot remember the day he lost his parents, he has dreams about it. They were camping and something attacked them and clawed at Elliot but he was hiding in a crevice where the creature couldn't get him. He doesn't know if his parents are alive though they never came back to him. He was raised by his wealthy uncle that wanted to keep him sheltered but he would always sneak out since his uncle was too busy to maintain a watchful eye. When the uncle realized he couldn't keep him inside, he got Elliot a hunting knife and Gracie to remain safe when exploring the woods beyond the mansion. The teen loves his uncle but he can't help but feel like he is hiding something from him especially when he asks what happened to his parents. The police said it was an animal but he knew better and there were never any bodies found within the mountains. Part of the reason he camps and explores the woods so much is that he hopes to find some sort of long lost sign of his parents to find them or at least get some closure. He constantly struggles with depression and PTSD. (Lostwhisker)
(WIP and -waves- hello!)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 14:22:24 GMT -5
(Odd? How so? I mean, I've had some troubles scrolling up and down on a few pages but other than that it's been alright.)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 15:01:10 GMT -5
(This looks pretty damn cool! I'll join when I get the time.)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 15:05:51 GMT -5
(Ooooh okay. I haven't tried going on my phone yet to access the forums. That's a bit odd though :/ maybe the mods will work something out to fix it. -Cringes- maybe we should avoid swearing until the rules become a little more defined. I personally swear all the time off the forums but I just don't want this place to get deleted because it does seem really awesome)
(Sidenote: really sorry I'm taking so long >o< all of my friends came on at once so I have a lot of RPs to reply to.)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 15:22:00 GMT -5
(Very ;~; okie! Back to typing out the characters!)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 16:49:42 GMT -5
Hybrid:
Name: Mikey Appearance: Through human eyes he looks like a tall, skinny, almost lanky man who stands at around 5'9 - 5'10, and has long dirty blond hair that swoops over his forehead in a fringe style fashion more towards to his left, and more hair flowing down in front of his ears, right down to his rather sharp jawline. Warm greeny hazel eyes reside behind black and white rimmed glasses, and he has light tan skin. Through supernatural eyes however, he has huge black angel wings jutting out from his shoulder blades, completely blacked out eyes except for a haunting golden iris, and sometimes a strange black mist that surrounds him like an aura almost. This is his real self. Of course, he can reveal his true self to humans if he wants, but he rarely does that. Clothing: usually seen wearing his glasses, a grey-black beanie, random shirt, black motorcycle jacket, and black jeans. Age: 300+, but looks around 24-25 Gender: male What two creatures are you?: Angel and human Weapons: Long, almost serrated claws, and sometimes has an almost samurai sword, which the sheathe he keeps on his right hip. History: History is rather strange. He was born after his brother Gerard in the 1700's, kind of an accident really, between a human and an angel that had been booted out of Heaven because of Gerard. Mikey was normal for the first 18 years of his life, and by normal he was human. But when the clock struck 12AM on his 18th birthday, he turned into the monster that he is now. Evil courses through his veins even though he tries to keep it at bay, because he is a mistake. He was feared by many a supernatural creatures after that, and was lonely for the majority of his life, because people were too damn scared to go near him. Pets: None Other: has several powers, including flight, instilling great fear into others, weak manipulation of fire, immortality, and finds himself gifted with weaponry if all sorts. His kind are called something actually, which the name is Nephilim.
Vampire:
Name (First and Last): Gerard (last name was lost in time) Appearance (hair, eyes, skin, etc): He stands at around 5'8, and has long black hair that reaches his shoulders and falls over his face in more of a fringe than anything. He has dead looking hazel eyes, which turn blood red when he goes vampire mode, and milky white skin. He is actually fairly muscular, but you could never tell because if the black on black on black he wears. Clothing (Opt.): Tends to wear more formal attire, like dress wear. He is usually seen wearing black dress pants, a black button up, a black suit jacket, and a crimson red tie to symbolize his vampirism. Sometimes you may catch him wearing a long black coat that reaches his ankles. He also wears heavy black combat boots. Age: 300+, looks around 28-29 Gender: non-binary, he/him pronouns Do you drink from humans?: Yes Any extra-special abilities? (only 2): He comes with the usual package, super senses and super abilities such as super speed and strength, but he finds he can stay in the sun for a bit longer than other vampires, about an hour at a time, before he gets really bad sunburns. He also has very weak telekinesis, which he doesn't use often. You can say that his singing attracts victims, but he knows it doesn't. Pets: None Crush/BF/GF/Engaged/Married: Frank is his BF History (Opt.): Strangely, born under an Angel and a Human in the 1700's, but not a hybrid. Probably because his father wasn't kicked out of Heaven at that point. He was turned at around age 28, and has been stuck that way and will continue to stay until the end of time, or when he dies. Other: Brother is Mikey.
Demon:
Name: Frank (Last name is unknown) Human Appearance (skin, eyes, hair, etc): A fairly short demon, at around 5'6, and is neither fat nor thin, kind of in the middle, but leaning more towards thin than anything. He has buzzed sides that have been bleached blond, and a black mohawk that falls over his face and ends with a curl under his right eye. He has hazel eyes, and a soft smile most of the time. Clothing (Opt.): Tends to wear kind of weird stuff, like ripped black skinny jeans, white button up, and a bulletproof vest. He wears just regular sneakers. Age: Unknown, but looks around 26 Gender: male Demonic Form (wings, color, etc): He has kind of two forms, I guess. One is his regular form, which is the usual, black bat wings and claws, sometimes black eyes, but when he gets really angry or anything like that, he finds himself growing an extra set of wings that are slightly smaller than his regular ones, completely blacked out eyes, six horns on his head, three on each side, fanning out like a dragon’s would, even longer claws, and all his teeth become sharpened and ready to rip throats out. Powers (only 5, be creative): Manipulation of emotions, fire powers, flight (of course), immense strength, and sometimes, sometimes invisibility. Weapons (only 3): his hands and his claws are the only weapons he'll ever need. Crush/BF/GF/Engaged/Married: BF is Gerard. History (opt.): Born a demon so long ago most of his name and his identity have been lost in time. Other: n/a
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 17:12:34 GMT -5
(I'm done! Finally! Nice characters, Pete ^^ or should I be calling you Thistlehawk? )
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 17:20:22 GMT -5
(I'm done! Finally! Nice characters, Pete ^^ or should I be calling you Thistlehawk? ) (yeah im original af) (I don't mind what you call me. Mostly I'm called Thistle, however.)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -5
(Thanks and sure! I can start if you want.) (Alrighty :3 Thistle it is.)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 17:21:07 GMT -5
{I love all of your characters both of you. Thanks so much for joining! Anyone want to rp? } (I'd like to rp! Although if I poof, it's because I'm in some other rps and becuase today is a busy day online and offline lol)
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Azula
Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 17:39:15 GMT -5
{ lost sure! That'd be awesome thistle Okay, no problem. Same for me. ^^ I really need to make some older characters. xD In the original one most of them were in their 20s. I'm developing an angel one at the moment.}
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 17:50:18 GMT -5
Callie wasn't too fond of her shabby apartment but she was much more comfortable in her new home which she had built herself. She lounged on the small balcony jutting out from her modest treehouse. Her fingers absently scratched at her arm where the sunlight had touched but it was too nice of a day to have remained inside until nighttime. She shifted in her dark grey silk dress that looked like something a wealthy maiden would wear in ancient Greece. The elf leaned against the railing as her fingers twisted her hair and pinned it into a quick bun, strands falling to frame her face. She hummed softly before slipping back inside to pull on a midnight blue shawl that glittered with gems when she twirled. She hissed when a splinter pricked her foot so she sat on the small couch she had hauled into the tree to pinch it out of her skin. She grinned once the piece of wood was out but was unsatisfied with the quality of her floor. "I don't want to wear shoes in my own home. I'll just have to go out and find a rug of some sort." With a task in mind, she slipped on a pair of dark purple flats and grabbed her black lace parasol. She stepped back onto her balcony and opened a hatch which she locked once she was on the ladder attached to the trunk. She picked her way down and landed gently on the ground, opened her parasol, and left the shelter of the woods.
Malachi was sipping on his third cup of coffee, the last settled in a cheap holder he had gotten from the coffee shop down the street. He seemed a bit jittery but all of his attention was on the pad of paper set upon his lap. One hand held the cup of coffee while the other, darkened by charcoal, moved wildly over the paper. He seemed to be scribbling like a child but he was creating something that was truly beautiful and somewhat frightening. It was a sketch of a tree that seemed old due to it's large canopy and gnarled limbs but there were no leaves upon its branches. Instead, flames sprouted from it and blazed the silhouette of the tree from the darkness that covered the rest of his page. He cursed in Latin, the language most magic was performed in, when his charcoal snapped in his hands. His eyes flicked anxiously around him, transitioning from silver to pink then to teal, but no one seemed to notice his dilemma. Mal set the coffee down on the bench beside him and tossed everything his messenger bag contained onto the bench but he couldn't find anything else to continue his artwork. He growled and stuffed everything back inside including the pad of paper before rubbing the stubble on his chin. When he withdrew his hand, he was unaware he now had streaks of black on his face. Though, that wasn't the odd thing about this guy; he had a lemur perched on his shoulder picking through his blonde curls.
Pilika clutched her knees to her chest as she sat on the warm sand of the beach. Her golden eyes were following the volleyball that a group of teens around her age were using to toss over a net they had set up earlier. She didn't understand the game and had never played before but it seemed like fun, but people don't like you. Her fingers squeezed at her jeans and a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat. She definitely wasn't dressed for the beach for she still had her jacket on with the hood up but she didn't seem to mind the heat. Luckily, it didn't seem like anyone noticed her or cared to approach her since her eyes were the only things peering out. In the sunlight, they glittered like gold and had the wild look of a feral animal. Once she was satisfied and tired of being around people, she stood and brushed sand off her behind. She curled her toes in the sand one last time before snatching her shoes and leaving the ocean behind.
Elliot was tromping around the woods with a large backpack settled against the center of his back which bounced as he jogged. He paused to look behind him for a moment and let out a high pitched whistle as if he was hailing a taxi. Nothing happened for a moment but then he could hear it; excited barking and bushes breaking under both weight and force. His face nearly split in two from his grin when a beautiful German Shepard bounded towards him. He knelt momentarily to allow the young dog to lick his face, "yes, hi, Gracie. You saw me a second ago! Okay, down. C'monnnn you're getting slobber on my shirt." He managed to stand and wipe off all of the spit from the doggie kisses he had received. So much for a guard dog, Uncle Sam. He chuckled to himself and continued walking, patting the side of his leg and calling for his furry companion to follow him along the trail.
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Crown Princess of the Fire Nation
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Post by Azula on Jul 31, 2016 18:09:12 GMT -5
Malachi was sipping on his third cup of coffee, the last settled in a cheap holder he had gotten from the coffee shop down the street. He seemed a bit jittery but all of his attention was on the pad of paper set upon his lap. One hand held the cup of coffee while the other, darkened by charcoal, moved wildly over the paper. He seemed to be scribbling like a child but he was creating something that was truly beautiful and somewhat frightening. It was a sketch of a tree that seemed old due to it's large canopy and gnarled limbs but there were no leaves upon its branches. Instead, flames sprouted from it and blazed the silhouette of the tree from the darkness that covered the rest of his page. He cursed in Latin, the language most magic was performed in, when his charcoal snapped in his hands. His eyes flicked anxiously around him, transitioning from silver to pink then to teal, but no one seemed to notice his dilemma. Mal set the coffee down on the bench beside him and tossed everything his messenger bag contained onto the bench but he couldn't find anything else to continue his artwork. He growled and stuffed everything back inside including the pad of paper before rubbing the stubble on his chin. When he withdrew his hand, he was unaware he now had streaks of black on his face. Though, that wasn't the odd thing about this guy; he had a lemur perched on his shoulder picking through his blonde curls.
Lelia walked through the city garden, eyes open to look for a certain flower which she knew she would need for a set of spells she wanted to cast. Store-bought just wouldn't do. Whenever she learned a new one out of the old books her grandmother delivered, she wanted to test it and see if it really worked. And also because she wanted to master as many spells as possible. The young witch brushed back a strand of black hair behind her ear that had fallen out of her hair tie while she walked. She remembered her father's words as the heels of her shoes clicked quietly on the cobblestone path. "For the first three hundred years of your life, you better dedicate yourself to learning magic," he used to say. She did not mind, because she wanted to be the best. What else was there? She was too old to play and too young to have a say. Anyhow, the flower spells were the most interesting botanical spells she'd come across as of late. Larger flowers could be turned into fly-traps. Some flowers could be made more fragrant. Others could turn into climbing vines. She wanted to try it all. Lelia had picked a cloudy day to go to the park, because she knew that so few people would be there then. Hopefully nobody would notice, or see her cast her spells. The last thing she needed was to get caught while trying to enchant a flower.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jul 31, 2016 18:17:14 GMT -5
Elliot was tromping around the woods with a large backpack settled against the center of his back which bounced as he jogged. He paused to look behind him for a moment and let out a high pitched whistle as if he was hailing a taxi. Nothing happened for a moment but then he could hear it; excited barking and bushes breaking under both weight and force. His face nearly split in two from his grin when a beautiful German Shepard bounded towards him. He knelt momentarily to allow the young dog to lick his face, "yes, hi, Gracie. You saw me a second ago! Okay, down. C'monnnn you're getting slobber on my shirt." He managed to stand and wipe off all of the spit from the doggie kisses he had received. So much for a guard dog, Uncle Sam. He chuckled to himself and continued walking, patting the side of his leg and calling for his furry companion to follow him along the trail.A dark figure in the trees above the other watched on as he balanced himself on a branch, licking his lips hungrily as he felt his fangs growing to poke at his bottom lip. His hazel eyes with flecks of red watched the other eagerly through his black hair and the leaves of the tree he was perched in. "Perfect." He whispered, and he, as quietly as he could, hopped to another tree to hopefully get a better attack point on the other person. The only problem he could see was the dog, but he could easily kill it. (Not great but hey its something)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 18:22:00 GMT -5
Malachi nearly screamed like a girl when his curious friend leaped off his shoulders and ran to a dark haired young woman. The warlock stood and hastily threw the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder, abandoning his coffee as he bolted after the lemur. "Erwin! Why are you running away? Love me!" He halted in front of the girl but he didn't meet his gaze for his ever-changing eyes were locked on the lemur that perched on the girl's thin shoulder. He seemed much older than he acted so it didn't seem right when he pouted at the animal, "I thought we were friends but now you're ditching me for a girl? Bros before h-" he stopped when the small creature chattered something as though he was defending himself and Malachi straightened. "What do you mean she smells lick me? --Oh, ha-ha. Aren't you a witty little mon- well, guess who's not getting dessert tonight." He couldn't actually understand the lemur but, well, he was practically insane. The warlock plucked the lemur from Leila's shoulder and put him in his bag before finally meeting her eyes. He narrowed his gaze skeptically before leaning forward and sniffing, his face suddenly splitting into a grin and showing off his dimpled cheeks. "Hey, you do smell like me! I'm Malachi Edwards. Lovely to make the acquaintance of such a lovely lady." He shook her hand vigorously as Erwin the lemur poked his head out from the bag and squeaked at the odd man.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Jul 31, 2016 18:25:27 GMT -5
awesome! thank you ^^ hows this?)
Name: Shade Califree Human Appearance: Shade is a tall woman with a slender, muscular build and long limbs. She has a heart shaped face and sort of square eyes, and her neutral face tends to look like shes plotting murder. Its unintentional and unfortunate, but really shes not all that bad. Her skin is light gray and her hair is black, and her eyes are a blend of dark and light blue with a slit vertical pupil. Sometimes she'll have her in a braid or a ponytail. Clothing: Usually Shade wears a black tank top with a black and gray striped hoodie over it and black cargo pants. Her shoes aren't always the same, but she usually wears fur lined pull on boots. Age: 23 Gender: female Soul Shape: Black, white and gray weasel Favorite Forms: black timberwolf, a white dove, a silver rabbit, and a black leopard Weapons: a black diamond scythe Crush/Bf/Engaged/Married: crush on Killian History: She can't remember anything after turning 15 due to amnesia, and so just assumed she was always an orphan. She's lived mostly by herself for the majority of her life an so far hasn't had any trouble with it. Other: N/A
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jul 31, 2016 18:29:20 GMT -5
Elliot was unaware of the presence above him but he did stop, a bit confused when Gracie froze and started growling. He coaxed her to move forward but something was putting her on edge. He sighed and turned back to retrieve her the third time she growled and knelt before her, gently rubbing the backs of the dog's ears to soothe her. He frowned slightly and tilted his head, "what is it girl? Is there something out there? He lifted his chin and searched the area but he didn't hear anything out of the ordinary or any predatory eyes peering at them from the underbrush. He wasn't the best fighter but Gracie and he had run into a few foxes and a stray coyote in the past. He was hoping she was just on edge from her last time being out and the encounter with the coyote which had kept her on bed rest for the past few weeks. "It's just your imagina-" He stopped instantly when he noticed the birds stopped singing around them and he couldn't hear any rodents scuttling through the leaves for food. Now he was sure that there was something lurking in the woods and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. The teen straightened and unsheathed his hunting knife, scanning their surroundings once more for any predators before bolting down the trail in the direction they had come from. He was relieved when Gracie caught up and was running for dear life at his side.
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