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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 21:55:27 GMT -5
anyways here is the Roleplay Thread™ for me n my buddy pals. sorry but this is a small group roleplay and is closed + d a y d r e a m ✪+ @bluerain + mickle+ @eight
Plot > Four cats of different backgrounds must come together to reverse the chaos they started by destroying an ancient artifact. Setting > For now we have a village and a forest (with an old cottage where one of the characters lives) Characters > I'll add these
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Post by d a y d r e a m ✪ on Sept 3, 2016 22:01:27 GMT -5
[ potion cat: Ceridwyn ] pronounced suh-read-wyn personality: bright, sarcastic, aloof, quick-minded appearance: white she-cat with brown eyes and ginger patches over back and tail. carries a pouch filled with potions, herbs, and amulets, enchanted so that it's bottomless
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 22:06:21 GMT -5
[ Oxy (Full Name: Oxyron) ] [ Steampunk Cat ]
Oxy is tall, slim, and thin-legged, with short black fur and a white, circle-shaped dot centered right behind his left ear. He has long ear tufts, which make his pointed ears look longer than they actually are. He has big, rounded blue eyes, and a black nose. Oxy tends to wear dirty gold-colored goggles. He is rarely seen without them at least on his head.
'Experimental' is a good way to describe this young feline- since he was a kitten, Oxy always had a fascination with traditional crafting, incorporating olden aesthetics into functional modern technology. He hopes to pass on his craft style to others.
While not the most outgoing, Oxy is fairly friendly and willing to get to know others- though he'd much rather spend his time alone in his workshop. He is quite the opposite of reckless- he tends to think out situations and find a logical solution rather facing it head on. Oxy gets by through selling his creations, often managing to scrape up a few coins every week or so.
Once you get to know him, Oxy is quite witty and somewhat sarcastic.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 22:08:09 GMT -5
Tenebris
plague doctor cat // male >> appearance acjajfb i'm too lazy to explain what he looks like in-outfit so here's a pic when he is not in his outfit he is a slim, long-legged silver cat with marbled dark grey tabby markings on his back. His (abnormally long) tail and ears are a solid dark grey. The most striking feature of Tenebris has to be his eyes, which are a vibrant navy blue hue. >> personality Tenebris is a silent individual, never needing to talk much, and always seems to give off a melancholic aura. Due to the fact he is always around dying cats, a cynical overview of the world clouds over his thinking. He is intelligent and naturally gifted in the art and magic of healing.
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Post by mickle on Sept 4, 2016 8:06:08 GMT -5
Knight Cat // Sir Balendin Greypaws (Balendin, Bal, Sir Greypaws) // Tom // 15 Moons A medium-sized, solid blue-grey cat with pale green eyes. Has shorter than average legs, a stout head, and rounded ears. Often wears steel knee-protectors and a helmet. Carries around a side-sword, which is a family heirloom and was forged by a skilled blacksmith.
Balendin was recently promoted to a knight, making him very inexperienced. As a result of this inexperience, he does not make the wisest of choices. Coupled with the pressure he feels to impress others and prove himself to them, this ends up with not-so-great consequences. When he lets down somebody close to him, he becomes ashamed that they were disappointed by his actions. After all, he only wants the best for them.
He is only average in fighting abilities, but he reads up on combat every spare chance he gets. Due to his reading, he also has great knowledge on the history of knights and knighthood.
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Post by mickle on Sept 5, 2016 12:52:40 GMT -5
Balendin paced around a large wooden box. It was tall, nearly coming up to his head, and one cat-length long. There were many nicks, dents, and scratches in its surface. There was even a small hole in one of the corners.
He held his head high, with his ears erect and turned towards the sides. His eyes darted around. Every so often, they would flit back at the box. Then, they'd go back to scanning the surrounding area. One of his paws rested on the grip of his sword. Occaisonally, it'd suddenly move to unsheathe the sword, then stop.
I cannot mess this up. Balendin's nerves were firing non-stop. He hoped he did not look visibly stressed. The King would surely have me beheaded if I were to let this fall into the wrong hands. Balendin shivered. Images of the numerous executions he'd seen in the past flashed before his eyes. The unnerving silence. All of the oculars eyes, focused towards the victim.
Then the thump, as the head rolled away.
I cannot mess this up, he chanted. I cannot mess this up...
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Post by d a y d r e a m ✪ on Sept 5, 2016 13:32:24 GMT -5
It had not started out as the most interesting of days.
First off, hardly anyone had stopped by Ceridwyn's stall in the marketplace. And, alright, maybe it wasn't the greatest plan to sell potions and other magical items in a town that was fervidly against anything to do with sorcery. But she happened to be passing by on her way for some supplies, and hey, a cat had to make money somewhere.
To make matters worse, all attention had been drawn to the royal carriage passing through the small town, leaving Ceridwyn unable to perform her magic displays that drew in at least a few copper coins from wide-eyed kits. The ginger she-cat sighed, slumping her head down on a paw, only to wearily sit back up again as two curious kits stopped by her display of amulets. Their mother frowned, firmly tugging her children along. "Come on," she urged the kits. "Let's not waste time looking over these silly knockoffs when we could be looking at the royal carriage." Unconvinced, the kits lingered at the stand. Ceridwyn was about to open her mouth to object when the mother's coo of "I head that there are treasures and crowns!" sent the reluctantly curious kits off.
It was a pity all the citizens here were so uptight. But there was, however, no time to mourn over lost customers when money was possibly only a street away. If Ceridwyn got her hands on one of those crowns... She sighed happily, thinking of all the new spellbooks she would be able to purchase. Flicking a small latch on the underside of the stall, its wooden pieces neatly folded into a compact little box, of which she tossed into the pouch slung around her shoulder. Well, that was that, she thought before making her way to the royal carriage (which was really just trailing after the mother and her kits because she had no idea where it would be located).
The carriage, she discovered, wasn't much more than a wooden box with one nervous-looking guard standing in front of it. Spotting the numerous nicks and even a small hole, Ceridwyn grinned. This wouldn't be hard at all. She clutched one of the few amulets she wore around her neck and whispered a spell, watching with satisfaction as a carbon copy of herself darted forward and booped the guard right on the nose. Hopefully having diverted the attention, Ceridwyn carefully stole her way to the back of the carriage, squeezing in through the small hole.
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Post by mickle on Sept 5, 2016 16:37:57 GMT -5
Balendin hissed, his ears flattening against his head. "You witch!" He screamed, the fur on his back rising. Immediately, he pulled out his sword and started scanning the surrounding area.
Heat rose to his face when the quizzical looks of the crowd stared back at him. A few were whispering to each other. His previous anger evaporated, replaced by embarrassment.
I'm an idiot! What was I doing? I can't let myself get distracted!
Balendin sighed. He recalled when his instructor had warned them about the possibility of harassment and hecklers. He didn't remember much from the lesson, but he did manage to remember some of their words.
"Often times, somebody harassing you is just a distraction from a bigger scheme."
Oh no! Balendin spun around, just in time to see a white she-cat crawl out of the box and run. The crown! He sprinted after the cat, sword at the ready.
"STOP! THIEF!"
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Post by d a y d r e a m ✪ on Sept 5, 2016 20:38:26 GMT -5
An array of dazzling treasures greeted Ceridwyn inside the box. The treasures ranged from crowns to necklaces to jewel-bedazzled swords. There was so much gold it seemed to be with an entire kingdom -- and perhaps it was, though that didn't explain why it was so easy to infiltrate. Shrugging the question aside, Ceridwyn concentrated on the problem at hand. What should she take? How much should she take? She'd need to be on the cautious side and take as little as she could without it being noticed. But there was so much...
A quick internal struggle later, she grabbed two necklaces --- one with a solid gold bird figurin and the other ornamented with a large blue diamond, as well as an intricately designed crown and didn't waste the time to inspect closely. As she hopped out of the too-small opening and onto the street, she stumbled a little, the edge of one of the necklaces dragging along the cobblestones with a painful screech. Ceridwyn didn't even have time to cringe at the awful sound, hearing shouts of alarm behind her. Oh no! Pushing herself faster, she curved into a smaller alleyway, hoping to lose her persuer.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 20:04:09 GMT -5
Oxy was proud of himself today.
He had been very successful in selling his latest works- collars, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets, all designed in an antique-esque style. (Fake) gold and gears were extremely eye-catching for children, and older cats simply couldn't resist how skillfully the jewelry was made. Why, he made so much that it was enough to buy the supplies he'd been wanting to get.
Unfortunately, though, he ran out of merchandise, so he decided to call it a day and head home. He dropped the last few coins inside his satchel, packed up, and headed back.
Oxy often took a shortcut home- a small alleyway that led to his street. Very rarely would he find another cat in there, so he would have the time to walk slowly and have time to himself. Silence was nice after countless hours in a workshop.
As he entered the alleyway, his ear flicked at the sound of fast footsteps. He craned his neck, and let out a soft gasp when he noticed a cat running straight in his path. Jumping back just before collision, he noticed the stranger holding a- a crown?- in their jaws, as well as two expensive-looking necklaces that they carelessly dragged around.
Realization struck that the stranger wasn't a member of the royal guard.
"Stop right there!" he shouted, swiveling around and bounding after the thief, not spotting the knight that was already on the chase.
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Post by d a y d r e a m ✪ on Sept 8, 2016 22:42:53 GMT -5
Ceridwyn winced as another shout rang out behind her, a second set of pounding footsteps joining in with the first. If she ended up getting caught... Cursing under her breath, the ginger she-cat sped up even more. But she was by no means a good runner, and her only ventures outside to gather supplies didn't include much physical activity.
She could feel herself tiring, lungs beginning to burn and legs beginning to ache. It was
wait ill finish this
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