Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jan 8, 2019 20:34:01 GMT -5
This looks awesome! ;D Character Claims:
Seth Accio - male - golden eagle = done Nymia Arland - female - cheetah = done Hunter Drake - male - east Asian dragon = done Harlow Torran - female - bottlenose dolphin = done Azriel Walker - male - dire wolf = done Astra Walker - female - red fox = done
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. ]
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. ]
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 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 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. ]
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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