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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 6, 2019 23:10:16 GMT -5
xx There is legend of people with animal souls within them. This legend speaks of these individuals whom are born human, but have something else that binds them together. They are just as others on the outside, but something has always set them apart from the rest.
Perhaps it is their personality. Perhaps it is their activities. Perhaps it is their diet. Whatever it is, they have something that sets them apart from everyone else.
Maybe these stories are myths. Maybe these people don't exist. Maybe there is no such thing as an Animal Whisperer. A Companion. Maybe there is no such thing as dragons or griffons or phoenixes or tricos or serpents. Maybe there is no such thing as shape-shifters or spiritual animals with wisdom of the years past.
Even so, who says that legends are not true?
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 6, 2019 23:11:41 GMT -5
xx Dawson Rhoush ━ thirty-eight ━ male (♂)
hippogriff || Supreme Alpha || Dustin Rhoush [ Standing at a stunningly tall height of 218 centimeters (7'2"), is the being known as Dawson Rhoush, called simply Dawn for short. He's got a splash of light pale freckles upon his nose and cheeks, though with his pale complexion, it isn't exactly that easy to be able to see them. He's got a very muscular build from his years as a dancer as well as fighter, bringing both into play when you make the mistake of fighting him. He is strong, he is fast and he is agile, not much of a physical flaw being seen upon his physical stature. He might have a nice smile with a beautiful laugh, his canines longer and sharper than most, it is a very rare sight to see him smile, muchless, laugh. He has angled, yet thin eyebrows and a piercing on his left one, a icy blue piercing. A fox-like, long angled face is upon his very handsome features, a bit a stubble around his chin, a soft creamy white-blonde color as his hair. His hair that is left a bit unruly at times, yet smoothed back in such a handsome way, is always feather-soft and pleasing to touch. Down the middle of it is a bright red dyed color, one that he and his brother do at the start of every year, faded stripes being seen to the right side of his bangs, showing each year that they've done it. Behind his left ear is a small braid, complete with a icy blue feather woven into it. His hair is trimmed short, though the back of his hair is left to grow long, having a feathery braid that reaches to the middle of his back, two icy blue feathers with white string holding it together. He has stunningly bright blue, beautiful eyes the color of a clear winter afternoon sky. His pupils are feline, generally being narrow and long, but when extremely excited, they grow large and round, a black pit nearly swallowing all of the light blue color that originally is there. Classy and stylish, he almost always has the best sense of style. Upon his features, he often has a set of blue and white goggles resting on top of his head. One thing around his neck at all times is a black laced necklace with a small bird skull at the bottom, three icy blue feathers on each side of it, with black, silver and dark blue beads above every feather. He has about a mid-ranged voice, but he is an amazing singer that can reach damn near any vocal range that he could put his mind to. ]
[ A hippogriff is that of a griffon that has bred with a horse, with a bird of prey's base features such as head, front legs and wings, but the body, tail and back legs of a horse. Dawn is a creamy white feathered and furred hippogriff that stands at 7'0" at his shoulder, being an extremely large one at that, with white creamy yellow talons and scales and the same bright blue feline eyes. ]
[ Dawn's personality is as intense as his looks are. Generally serious and straight to the point, he isn't exactly the most friendly person around. Jokes aren't really his thing and he doesn't get most of them. Flirting isn't really in his book either, and most likely will get you punched. He can get agitated easily and is the most anti social person you might meet, being a bit harsh, distanced and cold. He isn't someone to mess with nor mess around with, not taking many things too well. He is a bit full of himself and has a bit of an ego as well. While he might be talented in a lot of things, socialization isn't what he can do. He doesn't like people and he doesn't want to like people. He's far too aggressive and he tends to be hostile towards just about anyone that isn't his precious little brother, Dusk, or those whom have earned his trust in the Ruins. He can be a bit harsh on others and doesn't put things nicely, being blunt and straight to the point. He doesn't try to be nice and he won't go out of his way to act in such a manner. Dawn can be gentle, having a slight fatherly side to him towards most people, but his intimidating structure and generally aggressive behavior tends to rule that out unless someone is very hurt or very sick. Very strict with those in the Ruins, he isn't too forgiving and while he lets things slide with them, towards outsiders, he holds grudges and has a keen memory that never forgets. He's a good leader, he's just extremely harsh. At times, he can seem stoic and is generally very observant, staying to the quieter sides of things. Quick tempered and overly protective of those he cares for, Dawn, the Alpha of Alphas and the leader of the Ruins, is not someone you want to get on the bad side of. ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 6, 2019 23:13:32 GMT -5
xx Azriel Walker ━ twenty-nine ━ male (♂)
dire wolf || land || alpha of the land || Astra Walker (sister) [ Azriel is tall but lean, and often mistaken for skinny until you get a closer look. He does not have any obvious muscle mass, but he is firmly built and not lacking entirely in musculature; he simply doesn't look as strong as he is. But what Azriel lacks in physical prowess he makes up for in sheer presence. He isn't short, standing at a decent height of 6'1, and a couple seconds in his company is enough to know he doesn't need to be physically intimidating to command a room. Azriel always carries himself with confidence and assertiveness, and his every movement is laced with a barely repressed power and grace. He moves like he could kill you in the blink of an eye without batting an eye of his own - because he can. Azriel is much stronger than he looks, but his greatest strength is his speed. Not just physical speed (running, dodging, blocking, etc.), but his reflexes and reaction time. It is not easy to catch this man off guard. Azriel's skin is nicely tanned, slightly golden in hue, and flecked with pale scars… everywhere. He could have had many of his scars healed, but he chose not to because he wanted them to remember the battles he fought and why he fought them. His hands are calloused from endless weapons practice. His hair he keeps long and messy, bordering “bed-head” and “I-just-don’t-care.” It is raven-wing black, soft yet ragged in appearance, and it brushes the tops of his shoulders in faint waves. He can often be seen with it tied back at his nap with a leather strap, which he keeps wrapped around his wrist when not using it for his hair. Azriel's eyes are a pale hazel, a mixture of green and brown and gold, that tends to attract attention. They are often shifting and changing, never the same mixture of colours from day to day. The colours also alter depending on his moods, with strong emotion bringing out the green and gold while calmer ones bring out the brown. His eyes are framed by long, dark lashes. Azriel's preferred clothing choices include black leather pants, white t-shirts, black motorcycle boots and jacket, and occasionally, black fingerless gloves with little studs along the knuckles. Around his neck is his ever-present leather cord, on which hangs an almost shield-shaped bloodstone. ]
[ Azriel's spirit animal is a dire wolf. Large and powerful, he has a coat as black as the darkest night, with not a trace of any other colour to be seen. Amid the midnight of his pelt, only his bright golden-green eyes stand out as a spot of colour. He stands close to six feet (70 inches) tall at the shoulder, and he weighs in at 280 pounds. His massive size does not hinder his speed or agility, and he is actually quite sleek, almost streamlined. He is still hella strong, but like in his human form, speed is still his biggest ally. ]
[ Azriel is a born leader. As the oldest brother to six siblings, and with unstable parents, he had a lot of practice leading long before he ever should have had that kind of responsibility piled on him. He never begrudged it, because being a leader suited him. It was often difficult, stressful, and even painful, but every hard experience only served to strengthen him. He doesn't let the hard times keep him down, and he always learns from them. Azriel is a people person. He is charismatic, easy-going, open, and friendly. He laughs often and smiles easily. He is considerate and understanding, and he doesn't just talk to people - he listens. Azriel isn't afraid of difficult conversations, and he isn't one to leave a confrontation unfinished. He is honest and driven, and will go to many lengths to do what needs to be done. Azriel is confident and passionate, and he doesn't try to hide it. He can command a room simply by applying that confidence and passion, so why should he hide it? He is highly intelligent, not based simply on what he knows, but by the fact that he is always willing to learn something new. He can think outside the box, and he isn't against hearing others' ideas, and applying them to his own - or tossing his own idea out the window and using someone else's. If he thinks it will get the job done, he'll do it - and then he'll make it a success. At the core of him, Azriel is a good guy. He can be serious and down-to-earth, but he can also be silly and fun-loving just as easily. But he is not perfect. He still makes mistakes, still has it in him to hurt people, intentionally or accidentally. He can be fiercely protective of those he cares about, to the point where he can become downright deadly to anyone who threatens them. He doesn't normally have much of a temper, except when it comes to personal matters, or those who are unusually cruel or unjust. He lives by a code of honour, and to break it would be to break a part of himself. ]
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The Companions of the Land xx Jesse Reyes ━ eighteen ━ male (♂)
American Bucking Bull || land || companion || n/a [ Standing at 5'10" tall is our American, Southern drawled teenager, Jesse. His face shaved clean and kept that way to have a nice appearance, the eighteen year old takes well care of his appearance. He knows a bit of Arabic from living with a family from the northern east African area as well as knowing Spanish from having his step-father being Spanish and constantly speaking it. He has very well tanned skin from being outside so much and loving to be outside. He's trained a bit in hand-to-hand combat from his said step-father, knowing combat pretty well. He has a somewhat mid-toned voice, though his accent is a bit strong and he stumbles over larger words. His hair is soft and feathery, kind of smooth to the touch. It's of a soft reddish brown mostly, but it varies in shades of brown, becoming lighter when the weather's warmer and darker when the weather's colder. His eyes, too, are a soft brown color, but it's a gentle, soft brown color. Always seen with his black cowboy hat with a golden buckle on the top and his regular western get-up, he has seemed to embrace the animal spirit that he is, perhaps a little too much. He's anything but subtle. Additionally, Jesse refuses to eat beef due to being that of a bull. He almost always smells of a bonfire and cherries, for some reason. Like with his animal form, he is strong and a bit muscular, but unlike his animal form, he's not completely buff and looking like a wrestler. Instead, he's narrowly built and well built at that. Hie does have two ear piercings on his lobe of his ears, having two black stud ear-rings on both ears, making a total of four piercings. ]
[ In animal form, he's a rather large bull with reddish brown fur. Strong and sturdy, muscular and strong, he's not a bad looking bull with different shades of reddish brown around him. His horns, hooves and a small splash of white on the pattern on his face are the only differing colors upon him. He still has his double black stud piercings in his ears as well. ]
[ Jesse is... not subtle. He's straight to the point and typically not one to beat around the bush. If he has a problem with someone, he'll say it and that's that. You got something to say? You say it to his face. While he's not straight up rude, he also doesn't take any bull, pun intended. Easily lost and one with a poor memory, Jesse is kind of like that punk kid that you want to befriend but also don't because he's kind of terrifying. A small bit of a spoiled kid who gets away with the things he does wrong due to his step-dad being... well, he doesn't have the best upbringing. He honestly kind of is a punk country-looking kid who doesn't really follow rules that easily. Sassy, yet respectful. To most. But beware if you cross him or those he cares for because he will hurt you and he'll hurt you bad. He seems to have no restrictions with hurting someone or beating them bloody. Above all else, he listens to his step-father and if his step-dad says something he follows it. He's not related to that man in any shape or form, however, he's the reason he has someone to take care of him. And heavens forbid you hurt Jesse because... that man is like death and if you mess with Jesse's step-dad, this man whom Jesse idols and looks up to and calls his guardian, his step-dad... yeah, that's not a good thing. He's raised with charm and proper manners, but he's not the brightest. A bit quiet at first as well. But a gentle charmer once you get to know him. He might have low trust but once you get into his little circle... you have a shoulder to cry on and someone who's got your back. ]
xx Hunter Drake ━ twenty-six ━ male (♂)
east Asian dragon || land || companion || n/a [ Hunter was raised like a soldier, and that vigorous training is evident in every line of his powerful body and every controlled move he makes. He stands at an impressive 6'4, and weighs about 185 lbs. His skin is a dusky-tan, both from genetics and hours spent in the sun. His hands and forearms are flecked with small near-white scars, and his arms and torso are covered in tattoos, most of which are various reptilian species, from his wrists up to his shoulders, and then down across his chest and back to his waist. Interspersed between the colourful array of snakes, lizards, and dragons are artfully designed black script. The words are written in Latin, and so skillfully interwoven between his other tattoos that one would need to get quite close to ever stand a chance of reading them. Even so, Hunter rarely goes shirtless around others. His hair is a deep, dark brown that appears black when there is no light to illuminate the slightly reddish brown strands. He's letting it grow out of a military cut, so it's fairly short along the sides and back of his head, and a little longer on top. His eyes are a rich, dark brown with bright flashes of amber when he is feeling strong emotion. His lashes are long, thick, and dark, and often the envy of many women. Hunter most often wears dark tactical pants, or jeans on occasion, and shirts of various styles, mostly in shades of grey (from white through to black). He wears a dark grey bomber jacket overtop, and on his feet he usually wears black combat boots. ]
[ Hunter's spirit animal is an East Asian dragon. He looks more like a giant snake with legs, for he has no wings to speak of. He is a hundred foot long beast with scales of ebony. He has four legs, short compared to other dragon species, but still long enough to make him over twelve feet tall at the shoulder. Each foot is equipped with five four foot claws, and his mouth is filled with large, razor sharp teeth. His head is probably his most dragon-like feature, wide and rectangular, with slits in the sides of his head for ears and large horns growing out of the top of his skull. When looking straight ahead, his horns rest on the back of his neck; when looking down, they stand up proudly. A line of small yet sharp spikes trails down his spine to his tail tip, where the spikes are replaced by a feather-like plume. But don't be fooled by the innocent appearance of those soft feathers - they can be as deadly as the rest of him. His eyes are a bright, burning amber, and his black scales are interspersed with flashes of red and gold all along his back, sides, legs, and tail. ]
[ Hunter is somewhat of an enigma. He does not see himself as a nice guy, and doesn't try to be one. He's most often portrayed as cold and aloof, with a mean streak a mile wide. He can be harsh and unforgiving, with a penchant for cruelty; he may not always look like a giant snake with legs, but he can sure act like one. His presence alone often unnerves or intimidates. He possess a dry humour and witty sarcasm that can make you laugh or make you cry. Hunter is not a nice guy, so when he acts like one, it's with an ulterior motive - one that is likely to leave you in tears if you're lucky, and without a pulse if you're not. Hunter is a being who believes in survival of the fittest. If you are not strong enough, you won't live long enough to matter. But then he has moments when he's... softer. Not quite nice, certainly not friendly or approachable, but he’s less... harsh. He may be caught smiling, or joking with those lucky enough to be considered "friend." He is thoughtful and considerate, if in a dark, almost disinterested way. He even has moments where a fierce protectiveness shines through the darkness he surrounds himself with, moments where he will stand up for those who cannot defend themselves. It is not clear what causes this change in him, or which side of him is real, because he does not let anyone close enough to learn the truth of him: that both are real, and he is constantly torn between which part of himself to let loose. ]
xx Nymia Arland ━ twenty-one ━ female (♀)
cheetah || land || companion || n/a [ Nymia Star Arland much prefers to go by Nym. She is a tall girl, topping out at almost 5'9, with mile-long legs. She isn't overly curvy, but she does have a nice figure, one she keeps fit with training and exercise, namely running—she loves to run, and she's very fast. She has pale skin that burns but never tans, and a smattering of light freckles that she hates with a passion. She tends to cover them with make-up, but otherwise doesn't bother with the stuff. Nym has hair the colour of a blazing fire. Its bright red, almost shockingly so, and shot through with darker and lighter strands that just makes its resemblance to fire even more complete. Its long and thick, reaching almost to her butt, and falls down her back in lush curls. Despite its length and thickness, it is usually kept sleek and soft, and worn in a high ponytail and/or braid. When it's damp or humid, however, it tends to get curly to the point it's almost like a mass of frizz atop her head. Nym's eyes are a bright and shocking shade of electric-blue, framed by thick, dark lashes. She is very fond of her eyes, and very expressive with them as well. She's very expressive in general, never bothering to try and hide her emotions (keyword there being try), but her eyes especially flash with every emotion that passes through her. Despite having great legs, long and toned, Nym hates wearing anything other than jeans. She has a wide variety of them, in various colours and styles, but most of them have holes, and only some of them came that way. She accompanies her jeans with a pair of black high-tops and a wide variety of graphic tees. ]
[ Nym's spirit animal is the cheetah. Tall, sleek, and beautiful, she has a typical black-spotted golden coat with tear-stripe markings under her eyes. Her undersides are a paler tawny, with little to no spots. Her eyes are a deep amber, and they appear almost black in certain light. She is extremely swift and sure-footed, and she loves to test her speeds for the sheer thrill of it. She stands at 37 inches (3'1") at the shoulder, and weighs around 160 pounds. ]
[ Nym is probably as hot-tempered as one would expect her to be with hair like fire. In fact, her temper really does stem from her hair colour—or more accurately, from how she was treated because of it when she was young. Which is to say: not nicely. If kids weren't claiming it was dyed and she was a liar for saying it wasn't, then they were calling her names based off its colour. Nym used to do her best to ignore them rather than fight back, but then the one time she finally snapped back, they stopped bothering her. So Nym stopped holding back her anger, and instead learned to use it as a defense against anyone and everyone who would dare try to put her down. She rarely tries to subdue her temper anymore, and it is often her first reaction to anything, even stuff that doesn't really warrant it. But Nym isn't mean on purpose, and while she can be ridiculously stubborn and prideful, she won't withhold a deserved apology. If you manage to get past her fiery defenses, Nym has proven herself to be fiercely loyal to friends and family, or anyone who earns her respect. She is extremely brave, almost to the point of fearlessness. Even when she feels afraid, she doesn't let it stop her from doing what needs to be done. She's generally a very independent girl, willing and more than able to do things on her own. But she still enjoys company, more than she ever lets on. If you can withstand the downsides to her fiery personality, you would likely enjoy being in her company. While it can take time for her to become comfortable enough with people to relax around them, once she has gotten to know you, she is quite fun to be around, with a feisty attitude and an endless well of adventurous ideas. But watch out: she uses sarcasm like it's a second language. ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 6, 2019 23:14:58 GMT -5
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The Companions of the Water xx Diego Verdejo ━ thirty-four ━ male (♂)
orca whale || water || companion || n/a [ Dark brown eyes the color of melting chocolate will be the first thing that you'll see from this man, and perhaps the last. Diego stands at 5'11" with a very large and muscular frame, often wearing darker clothing. He has very darkly tanned skin, being Hispanic and has quite a few scars around his body from all the fights that he has been in. Predominantly the large scar down his right eye, which has poor vision in it due to the injury that created the scar. He has darker chocolate brown hair that's shaved close around his head, but the top of his head is kept a bit longer and fluffy. His smile is quite sharp and he's got some quite jagged teeth there. He also has a dark chocolate brown goatee going on. ]
[ Diego is a Orca Whale in spirit, which means he's not the largest marine animal, but he is one of the most well known. His scars go over to his animal form, and he has quite a bit, from tail fin to the scar down his right eye. ]
[ Dark-humored, cold and harsh, there seems to be a pattern with a lot of the older guys in the Ruins. Diego is strict, he's violent and he's not friendly. He doesn't care about you, he doesn't care about your problems. He will get what he wants, when he wants and that's it. He couldn't care less about the humans, he couldn't care less if they were alive or dead, as long as everyone stays out of his way. He's a bully, he's mean and with that strength of his, you don't want to get in his way. There are a few fatherly traits about him, such as he loves dad jokes and he can be a bit gentle towards those that remind him of himself, being a bit egotistical here, but mostly it comes to mind when there's him and his step-son, who isn't actually his son, the boy just took to him so much that they're viewed as that. Mentor and apprentice at first, but now they're extremely close and Diego is... very protective of that young man. It's best that you don't mess with him, otherwise you'll have Diego to answer to. ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 6, 2019 23:17:00 GMT -5
xx Roukan Kimura ━ forty-two ━ male (♂)
Dragon || sky || alpha || n/a [ Standing far over everyone, Roukan, whom goes by Rakan by those whom are extremely close with him, stands at a nice 6'0". He's got a bit of a darker tanned skin, coming from Japan, though it's not drastically tanned in color. Roukan, the Alpha of the SKy, has a cocky, yet soft look about him. He has a bit of tanned skin, but not typically as a dark of a tan as that of most Japanese people. Instead of black hair, he has dark brown hair that comes from the mixed heritage within his blood, though his eyes are of a soft, mixture of different shades of brown. He's got a very muscular, strong build to him, making him have quite a strong body as well as a body for endurance and stamina, fitting his stature. He surprisingly doesn't have that much body hair, the only hair that seems to be growing on him is on the top of his head, never having facial hair at all in his life. His canines are longer and sharper than that of a normal human. Roukan has his long hair pulled back in a long braid that reaches the back of his knees, save for one bit of his bangs, the only short part of his hair. It's on the left side of his face, reaching barely to about his nose, accenting his triangular, sharply shaped cheek bones and jaw-line. His eyebrows are sharp and a bit thinner, probably due to his inability to grow facial (or body) hair that well at all, having a smooth upper lip, chin and jaw. Though his name means "Wolf Counsel", he keeps the theme of his animal soul with his look. With a black and light green tattoo of a spirit dragon on his shoulder, he has no other real marking upon him. Wearing a feathered white cloak upon his back, he's someone that stands out a bit as a 'white knight' stereotype. Roukan wears two silvery white armor pieces, though the left one juts out quite a bit. The right shoulder holds the white feathered cloak, the armor being the cloak itself. For basic training with his bow, he has his left arm and side completely bare of any clothing from his waist to his shoulder, not wanting any constriction with his aim. There is a dark green shirt around his right side and shoulder, however. He has a silvery brace around his right lower arm and dark green armor on the upper arm, that fades to a bright light green color. The same silver brace is around his left arm as well, but with a bit more of a padded white glove, since he uses the bow so much. Around his waist is a faded light green rope with a small dragon skull upon it, threaded through the eye sockets. He wears dark green pants, though his white-silver armor climbs over it from his thighs down to his boots, which have light green soles that have three white dragon claws smelted upon them, the boots made to have him leave behind dragon tracks. Around his neck always is a silver and black necklace with a few wolf claws around it and a large silver and black wolf charm with blue eyes on it. He treasures this necklace very much and it is always tucked away safely. ]
[ A dragon of great beauty, his soul being that of a dragon, his mixed blood comes into play of his grand form. He is about one hundred and eighty feet long, total, standing twenty feet high in the air. His scales are a beautiful white color, fading to gray down his legs and finally to black by his feet. His head, neck and back spines are all a bright green color, the same as his claws on his wings. He only has two legs and uses his wings are front legs. He does have light green fur and ears under his large horns upon his head. In this form, he actually has facial hair, sprouting as silvery long strands that reach the bottom of his long, large neck from his nose. ]
[ Roukan is well known for a singular thing, the main point of who he is; his ego. He has a very large ego that inflates greatly. However, instead of being gentle, he's generally harsh, and instead of being sarcastic, he's quite (upbeatly) serious with most things he says. He's soft spoken, but has a certain light about him that almost makes him a bit sad. The man is serious with everything he does, and doesn't get humor all that well save for his own. He finds amusement in others and their troubles, and has some weird ancient jokes that he got from old friends and not many will get them. He's a man who gets things done, but can be a bit scatter-brained at times, having a hard focus on most things. He's an explorer who loves to travel. Someone who perches a lot and loves to observe and watch those around him. Out-going and quite social, the forty-two year old isn't too much laid-back nor gentle. Roukan's more up-front and a bit rough. Once you truly get to know him, however, he's more soft and gentle, calmer and peaceful almost. In a sense, almost a bit wise. He's not someone who will go out of his way to help you, however. He likes to let you learn on your own, until you absolutely are in danger. Roukan is a (somewhat) kind Alpha who will help when needed, but instills you with a sense to be able to do things on your own and learn how to stand up with your own two legs. He's not really protective in any sort of sense until you get a close bond with him, having a bit of a charming demeanor that'll steal your gold while you aren't looking. He doesn't look shady. No, he looks like a bright knight in white armor. However, he'll do whatever he wishes and there isn't anyone who can really stop him. There are no laws that'll hold him and no one can catch him or find him if he puts his mind to it. Once you earn his loyalty, however, there isn't a thing he won't do for you. The Ruins and those within it are one thing that he holds dearly. The prized possession of him, almost. He is very much like a dragon and he fits his soul animal, as he is very strong, he is very powerful and he will not hesitate to protect the very thing that he adores and lives for, at any cost. Those in the Ruins, he will provide his protection for when it comes. He is good with decisions, but if you force them too fast by emotion, he can tend to be a little over-bearing. ]
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The Companions of the Sky xx Dustin Rhoush ━ eighteen ━ male (♂)
trico || sky || companion || Dawson Rhoush [Dustin, nick-named Dusk for being polar opposite of his brother, is a sweetheart who towers over most people, standing at 193 (6'4") tall. He has a very muscular frame, a thinner and long body, yet it holds quite a bit of muscle on it, showing that he likes to keep in shape. He's got a splash of light pale freckles upon his nose and cheeks, though with his mother's pale complexion, it isn't exactly that easy to be able to see them. He is strong, he is fast and he is agile, being built for physical activity. Taking more after his father, the bright and cheerful companion has very feathery hair, though he has his mother's pale and smooth skin complexion. He has soft golden blonde hair and very long, nearly feminine eye-lashes. Behind his ear is a soft golden feather woven into a small braid, tucked away very neatly. Down the middle of it is a bright red dyed color, one that he and his brother do at the start of every year, faded stripes being seen to the left side of his bangs, showing each year that they've done it. He often styles his hair back, keeping everything smoothed back, but from time to time he can be seen wearing his bangs in a stylish curl to the right of his face, especially when dressing up. Bright blue eyes the color of the winter sky during the day are graced upon his features, being almond shaped and a little big, often brimming with excitement and energy. Classy and stylish, he almost always has the best sense of style, though he's more informal and bright than his brother. One thing around his neck at all times is a black laced necklace with a small bird skull at the bottom, three purple feathers on each side of it, with black, purple and dark purple beads above every feather. He has about a mid-ranged voice, but he is an amazing singer that can reach damn near any vocal range that he could put his mind to. ]
[ A trico is a very large creature that is similar to a mixture of a cat and a bird of prey, with a bit of canine through in. It has a beak-like mouth with a darker muzzle and large eyes, with two bright blue horns at the top of its head. It has ears that stick out a bit and a feline-like body and tail. The legs are bird-like however and have talons, with larger wings on the body. Instead of fur, a trico will have feathers across its body. It is typically a gray and black mixture of colors with a bit of white thrown in. ]
[ Dusk is a dancer. He is a singer. He he is a graceful and beautiful performer. There's something about him that will capture your eyes and naturally be drawn to him. Perhaps it's his stunning looks. Perhaps it's the lull of his voice. Maybe it truly is his amazing performance. But no matter what, he has always had a knack for drawing all attention to him, being able to capture your gaze and hold it, doing things and performing acts to keep you watching. With his songs, he can make you laugh and energetic, he can make you comfortable and sleepy, he can make you sad and weeping. With his dances, he can make you gasp, he can make you laugh, he can make you cheer. If there's one thing Dusk knows best about anything, it's that he can figure out people and he can figure out what makes them relax, what can keep their attention. He's bursting with energy, loving to be the center of attention and loving to keep everyone watching him. It's what he does, it's what he's always done. Different outfits, different places, different performances, but it all remains the same; he's always kept everyone's eyes on him. He's bright, bubbly and cheerful, having a very childish optimism about everything, a smile almost always gracing his lips. Dusk is someone who will always find fascination with something in the world, he will always look for the good in the bad, he will always try to stay positive in dark times. That's just how he is. With this wonder and excitement, all this energy that he has in him, he wants to do good in the world. He cares for everyone, he cares for every last person that watches him. He's warm, he's gentle and he's very kind. A bit full of himself, to say the least, but he's someone who will help you out without you even needing to ask. A bit gullible, perhaps a bit simple-minded, not really thinking that much and just doing things, never having a plan of what's happening or where he's going next; he just does. Dusk's a very simple guy that can be easy to figure out. He's been very passive and not one to fight, but rather tries to keep everyone calm, to make friends and to keep the peace. To heal and protect, not to harm and destroy. There have been a few times where he has been forced to fight, and while he was smiling and energetic, he doesn't like it. He's a performer, a healer, a friend. He is not a fighter. Dusk is not a killer. He's very emotional and very easily entertained. He's someone who has a very short attention span and a very poor memory, but he means well with everything he does. He might lack a bit of respect, not really knowing culture that isn't his own, despite trying to learn them. ]
xx Seth Accio ━ twenty-three ━ Male (♂)
golden eagle || air || companion || Harlow Torran (cousin) [ At first glance, Seth looks like a high school golden boy. He stands just over six feet tall, and weighs close to 160 pounds. He has a runner's build, and semi-broad shoulders from hours practicing with his bow. His natural physique is on the leaner side, but he's still packing a considerable amount of muscle. Seth is naturally a little tanned, but his skin tends to get a bit darker and golden-hued after a couple hours in the summer sun. The only pale parts of him are the scattering of small to medium-sized scars on his torso, arms, and legs. He received most of them from training, but one particularly bad one on his lower left stomach he got from a fight with a particularly aggressive human when he was young. Seth's hair is a dark blond. It tends to lighten a bit in the summer, becoming more golden-ish, and darkens in the winter, so it looks more brownish. He tends to keep it on the shorter side, short in back but a little longer on top. If grown any longer, it would be slightly wavy and "totally unmanageable." As it is, he always tends to have a bad bedhead look going on. Seth's eyes are a lovely shade of sea-green, and framed by long, dark blond lashes. There are a few brilliant blue flecks around the irises, which are most prominent when hit by sunlight. Seth's style leans mostly to jeans and t-shirts, usually in dark and/or neutral colours, though he can sometimes be found in brighter shades. ]
[ Seth's spirit animal is a golden eagle. He is a large raptor, with sleek russet-brown feathers. There are hints of gold throughout his plumage, and his belly and the underside of his wings are more of a paler white-gold in colour. His beak, legs, and talons are yellow and dark grey, and his eyes are a piercing gold, with a sharp gaze that misses nothing. He is roughly 40 inches (3'4") tall, weighs around 15 pounds, and he has a wingspan of seven and a half feet. ]
[ Seth is not the friendly golden-boy he looks like, though he's very good at pretending to be if it will get him what he wants. He's charming and charismatic, but also pretty selfish and self-centered. He has a pretty scary temper if ever he lets the tight leash he keeps on it slip, which is hardly ever. He's very smart and has a sharp eye for detail. Seth lives and acts like nothing in the world matters to him, when in reality he cares too much about too many things. Yet at the same time, it is not easy to gain that level of emotion and loyalty from him. He doesn't trust anyone, and he's stubbornly against changing that fact. He often comes across as calm and controlled, with an undercurrent of dark amusement, as if he knows something no one else is privy to. He's very skilled at extracting information from people, while he himself keeps everything he doesn't want known under lock and key. He rarely shows his true thoughts or feelings, and rather wears a mask almost 24/7. The mask is constantly changing, however, to be who and what he needs to be at any given moment. He's an extremely skilled liar, so much so that he can even lie quite successfully to himself. As such, he tends to be pretty good at spotting when other people are lying. After all, it takes one to know one. Underneath all the masks, behind the biting sarcasm and endless dark humour, Seth is a guy who isn't afraid to do what's right, no matter the cost. Sometimes, he just needs a little help to know what's right, and a bit of a push to act on it. ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jan 6, 2019 23:19:53 GMT -5
The Companions in Training xx Ethan Jackson ━ eighteen ━ male (♂)
Black Gry Peregrine Falcon || air || trainee || n/a [ A young man, a brilliant mind in the lower class, dangerous city streets of New York, stands at 5'6" tall, a small, shorter frame with quite a lot of muscle, which is easy to see due to him wearing tank tops quite often. He has soft, beautiful dark skin that contrasts greatly against his bright creamy white colored hair, a natural color that he didn't even need to dye. His hair is shaved closely on the sides, though his bangs are left alone, pushed to the right of his face. The hair at the top of his head, which reaches his shoulders, is pulled back into a small ponytail, or sometimes bun. Dark brown eyes often shine with a bit of mischief and spirit, always determined. He always has a dark blue scarf around his neck, something he holds very dear. ]
[ A Black Gry Falcon is his animal form (one he hasn't found yet) in which is like a Peregrine Falcon, however, it's darker with more black tones to the feathers and lighter with the white on the chest, legs and underbelly. He is more of a smaller sized one, but a sharp beak, quick reflexes and bladed talons have him more than prepared to deal with whatever is thrown at him. ]
[ Ethan, otherwise well known as "EJ" is a sassy, brilliant young man who resorts to sarcastic remarks and sassy comments whenever he speaks. He has this very large air of confidence about him, being bright, adventurous and curious about the world. He stands up for those who can't defend themselves, perhaps a little too much. He's extremely protective, a perfectionist, cocky and full of himself which tends to land himself in situations that he finds himself trapped in. However, sly, sleek, cunning, he can find a way out of any situation with the least amount of damage possible. And you can best bet that he gives it his all from the very start, using time as a very precious thing, believing each moment has to count for something. ]
xx Harlow Torran ━ seventeen ━ femae (♀)
bottlenose dolphin || water || trainee || Seth Accio (cousin) [ Harlow is a small girl, one who looks more like a twelve-year-old than a young woman of seventeen. She stands a scant few inches over five feet and weighs only about 110 pounds. Her whole body is slight and rather fragile-looking. She doesn't have much of a figure, and the assets she does possess she hides under large and baggy clothing. Harlow has a honey-gold complexion, marred by the occasional ache blemish. She has never used makeup, and the only scar she has is recent, and has yet to actually scar. It's a jagged cut on her right forearm, given to her by her step-father when he found out about her draw to the Ruins, and what that must mean. Harlow’s nicest feature is probably her hair. It's a stunning array of light brown, honey-blonde, and platinum. She keeps it shoulder-length, but it could be grown quite long if she let it. It possess natural waves that get more pronounced when wet, and it's so thick it won't hold a curl or stay straight if one tries to style it. Her hair frames a heart-shaped and open face, one that really isn't meant for deception or tricks. Her eyes are large and upturned, and they have a light of innocence to them that belies her rough upbringing. Hers are eyes that always look for the best in people, and are often blinded by the bad. They are a lovely shade of sea-green, with just a hint of blue around the pupils, and framed by dark blonde lashes. Harlow is not very fashionable. She wears simple, threadbare jeans and shirts that are often much too big. On her feet she wears a pair of old, worn, yet comfortable and dependable sneakers. And more often than not, she has on a large, dark blue hoodie that has holes in the sleeves, which are evident because she tends to play with them when she's nervous - which is often. She also wears a pair of women's rings on a long cord around her neck. They're a matching set, one that was made to symbolize the love between two sisters. They are both made of sunstone, with small star- and heart-shaped diamonds embedded in them. They belonged to Harlow's mother and aunt, both of whom died when she was little. She never learned how or why they died, but she keeps the rings as a reminder of them, and as a promise to herself that she will one day find out. ]
[ Harlow's spirit animal is a bottlenose dolphin. She is on the smaller side of the species, reaching only about ten feet in length and weighing just under 600 pounds. She is paler than many bottlenose dolphins. The dark grey along her back is hardly more than a stripe while the majority of her body is a pale dove-grey. Her belly and the undersides of her flippers are paler still, almost white. Her eyes are black, bright and lively, and she is usually much more outgoing in this form than she is in her human one. ]
[ Harlow is a very shy and soft-spoken girl, and that, paired with her small stature, makes it easy to overlook her, even when she's standing right in front of you. She's never done anything to try and change that fact, and usually has no problem fading into the background, for then she doesn't have to embarrass herself in an attempt at conversation. Harlow has lived a very sheltered life, which has left her socially awkward and very ignorant to many of the darker sides of the world. She is naïve and too trusting of people, and she tends to take everything at face value. She is not knowledgeable in lying or deception, making her terrible at, and susceptible to, both. But Harlow possesses a will of steel beneath her meek exterior, one that is rarely seen. She is brave and selfless, and she believes there is good in everyone. She is always willing to help those in need, even to the point of disregarding her own safety. She is usually very flexible and willing to go with the flow, but when she believes something is right, she goes after it with a burning core of determination that no one can shake. She is brave but not reckless, unless it is another's life on the line, and while she can be easily deceived, she won't be pushed into something she doesn't want to do, unless, again, it is for the sake of someone else. Harlow is intelligent and thoughtful, but is prone to overthinking, which often ends up leading her to the wrong conclusion. Her smarts are from books - not so much real life (and death) situations. She is a fast learner, but when it comes to learning about other people, she is really rather hopeless. ]
xx Astra Walker ━ nineteen ━ female (♀)
red fox || land || trainee || Azriel Walker (brother) [ Astra is all graceful lines and powerful movements. She stands at the pretty average height of 5'6, and weighs around 140 pounds. She has a slim figure not lacking in curves, though they are on the small side; depending on her clothes, she can either enhance them, or make them disappear entirely. She is quite fit and stronger than she looks, and she carries herself with grace and confidence. Her strength and graceful movements are because of what she is, yes, but even had she been human, Astra would possess that same graceful power because she works for it. She has trained for most of her life in many forms of hand-to-hand combat. As a result, almost all of her movements are the result of careful calculation; she rarely does anything by accident. Her skin is lightly tanned, slightly golden-hued, smooth and unmarred. Her hair is long and sleek, grown to about shoulder-length and cut in jagged layers. It is raven-wing black, almost bluish in some lighting, and glossy. Her eyes are blue-grey, and framed by thick, dark lashes. They are ever-changing, sometimes appearing more blue or more grey; sometimes they even have a hint of pale green mixed in as well. Astra's clothing of choice is usually dark and tight, often ripped, and always eye-catching. She wears her signature black studded leather jacket overtop of an ever-changing wardrobe. It can be as simple as jeans and a t-shirt, to an elegant dress, or something more... sultry. And around her neck, always, hangs a teardrop-shaped moonstone, dangling from a delicate silver chain. ]
[ Astra's spirit animal is a red fox, although most wouldn't know that at first glance. Her fur is not the traditional red of her species, but rather black. Or, more specifically, dark grey with black points. Her overall body is a dark, almost black, grey, only distinguished from true black by her black legs, tail, and ears. There is also a line of black down her spine, and a black "mask" over her eyes and up the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are a lovely pale brown with amber hues, and they tend to stand out against the dark backdrop of her fur. She is only a little bigger than your average fox, standing 22 inches (1'10") tall at the shoulder, and weighing around 35 pounds. ]
[ Astra is, to put it simply, a piece of work. She is rebellious, manipulative, and cunning. As the youngest of a brood of six, she was always the smallest, always the one getting picked on and left out. Her eldest brother did what he could while he was there, but after he left for the Ruins, her life became miserable. So she did what she had to, and became someone who was okay taking the things she needed - and later, wanted - and she even learned to like it. She is very skilled at going unseen, often by making herself the center of attention. After all, most don't expect the one who's doing the entertaining to also be the one who robs you blind. And she can steal just about anything from anyone or anywhere, and she rarely gets caught. Astra is confident to the point of being cocky, and she isn't afraid to show it. She has attitude galore, and her sass is the stuff of legends. She is very smart, almost dangerously so, and she is great at thinking on her feet. While she does like to plan ahead and prepare for everything, she can make split-second decisions and improvise if she has to. Astra likes to have fun, and she will often try to turn the most serious situations - or people - into something relaxed and truly enjoyable. She isn't blind to social cues - she's actually very observant, and rarely misses anything - but she tends to ignore them when it suits her, and manipulate them when it strikes her fancy to so. Hurting one's feelings is one thing, and something Astra excels at. She can identify one's sore spots within minutes of meeting them, and she can pick at them quite viciously. But physically hurting someone is another matter entirely. Astra is well versed in self-defense and hand-to-hand combat, and has no problem applying these skills when needed (and sometimes when they're not, expressly, necessary). She is not, however, a naturally violent person. When it comes to physical confrontations, she would much rather avoid and evade. Part of it is arrogance and pride; she believes she doesn't need to get physical to get what she wants. The other part is her simple aversion to violence - and one of the most common consequences of it: blood. Astra is a tough girl. She isn't afraid of much, and she has no problem getting “down and dirty” with the boys. But the sight of blood, on anyone, is like her kryptonite. It is the one thing that will turn her into a squeamish little girl, no matter the situation. ]
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