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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:16:05 GMT -5
This is the character list and joining page of Ashes to Ashes. Please feel free to post an application and one of the roleplay's administrators or moderators will get back to you. { main page } - { characters & joining page } - { discussion page } - { resource page }Post 1 { introduction & navigation }
Post 2 { available positions & applications }
Post 3 { sovereign, regent, consort, listener & heirs }
Post 4 { healers }
Post 5 { protectors }
Post 6 { gatherers }
Post 7 { apprentices }
Post 8 { kits & elders }
Post 9 { the spurned ones & rogues }
Post 10 { the dead }
Post 11 { credit } |
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:19:17 GMT -5
Currently, we are not accepting applications for any high-ranking positions, which include the sovereign, regent, consort, heirs, listener and listener's apprentice. These positions will be given to users who show their skill through their writing and dedication through activity. If you're interested in a certain rank, feel free to mention it; you cannot apply for it, but we'll keep it in mind when it's time to start filling the slots. These positions will temporarily be filled by throwaway characters who will eventually be removed to allow other members to take the roles.
You may not join with queens or kits, and we will likely place a limit on novices if there's a excessive number of them.
We are not looking for moderators at this time, but may begin to in the future.
 Please copy and paste the form below and fill it out; it makes things significantly easier if you use the exact formatting. An admin or mod will review your application, discuss any possible changes and approve or deny your request to join. Please don't take anything personally, and feel free to speak to the admin ( ⤞ r e a ) if you feel someone has been disrespectful. The backstory section of the form is optional. Physical and personality descriptions should be no longer than two paragraphs each, and any backstory details should be briefly summarized. As well, please read this list of typical age ranges for each rank. { Sovereign } 5-8 years { Listener's Apprentice } 1.5-6 years { Healers, Protectors & Gatherers } 1.5-8 years { Novices } 1-2 years { Apprentices } 6-12 months { Elders } 7-10 years { joining application } { the name/nickname you'd like to go by } - - { your preferred pronouns } 1. Name one thing in the guidelines that caught your attention. 2. Provide a specific thing from the resource page that you found interesting or want to share an opinion on. 3. What's your activity level? 4. Please provide a feline roleplay sample. 5. Any questions or comments? { name } - - { gender } - - { age } - - { position } Physical description Summary of personality Important backstory details you'd like to share |
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:22:28 GMT -5
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{ Aeluin } - - { female } - - { 6 years, 8 months } - - { ⤞ r e a }
Despite having a stocky build and large paws, Aeluin is a bit shorter than most--a fact that bothered her much in her youth. Still, her size does not make her appear any less imposing. A deeply torn left ear and various scars show she has seen battle many times before and her dark amber eyes often hold a steely gaze. Her pelt is a pale silver swirled with a gray classic tabby pattern. The marbled markings are darkest on her legs, face and towards the end of her bushy tail, fading to a lighter gray on her back and flanks. The varying shades give her long and thick fur the appearance of a gray sky warning of an approaching storm, broken only by the white on her hind paws. She is quite confident, and firm in her decisions. Aeluin is not easily shaken and has a tendency to see things logically in black-and-white. She is very practical with little need for honeyed words or time used poorly. As a result, she can tend to be blunt and serious. She is not unkind, however; she shows her affection through action rather than speech and cares deeply for the Outlivers' best interests. She has a tendency to snap when under a great deal of stress, but otherwise does her best to set her emotions aside. Showing such vulnerability is usually a sign that something is very wrong. Aeluin is currently reeling from the recent death of her littermate, Mavri. Her brother was her only surviving relative and she has no consort, leaving her quite alone and without an heir. She is asexual and demiromantic. { consort }
None at this time.
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{ Agni } - - { female } - - { 6 years, 11 months } - - { ⤞ r e a }
Agni is rather thin and tall compared to the typical Outliver, but her leaner build is somewhat hidden by her extremely thick ginger coat. Her fur is a light red, marked by a deep reddish brown and dark ginger classic tabby pattern. All four paws, her muzzle, throat, chest and tail tip are splashed with white, including a small streak extending above the right side of her nose.
She is quite talkative, having a tendency to ramble. She is passionate about her work as listener and is a kind cat. Agni is typically polite and easy to get along with, but has a fiery temper that flares up when someone else is being mistreated.
Agni spent two years training an apprentice, who died during a wintercough epidemic the previous winter. She will now most likely live out the rest of her years continuing her work in order to train her successor, despite already having developed chronic joint pain and a cough that seems to return every winter. She is Yona's aunt, and quite close to Aeluin as the two grew up together.
Agni is gay.
{ heir apparent } None at this time. { heirs presumptive }
None at this time.
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:23:27 GMT -5
{ healers }
{ Romi } - - { agender } - - { 3 years, 4 months } - - { Brownie }
In looks, it is difficult for one to discern between Romi and Kami. Roma also has long, brown fur with darker and lighter streaks mixing in. Darker tabby stripes frame their ears and legs down to their white-tipped paws, while lighter markings frame their yellow eyes. However in the light, both siblings look completely different as Romi's fur has patches of ginger underneath that give their fur a patched, shimmering appearance when hit by the sun. Romi is also slimmer than Kami, with a frame for balance and mobility. Romi is the calmest of the three, and arguably the smartest. They have a superb memory and a knack for deductive reasoning that allows them to have an edge in learning new skills or inferring things that they have few facts about. Romi is also the trickster of the group and despite being a healer often operates on their own motivations. Sibling of Nuka; Kami; Umi.
{ Mochni } - - { male } - - { 4 years, 3 months } - - { ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ }
A slimmer cat than his sister, but just as long-furred and tall. His fur is silky but not pure white, the snowy color broken up by patches of a light grey. Some doubt the fact that they're siblings just by looking, really- their pelts are different, their eyes are different, his a warm hazel compared to Sinopa's sharp blue. He is not built to fight, either, not strong and tough- but tough enough to brave the wilderness they live in. A healer's life suits him with his dexterous paws and unbroken memory, a lean tom.
Diverging even further from his sister, Mochni prefers to stay back and observe before taking any kind of action. He is a calm cat, unshaken by most wounds and actions, and lies come easy to his lips. It's not to say that he isn't a good cat- but if lying in the moment is easier or better to tell, he will do so. It takes time to get to him being open and truthful, currently only with his sister- but pay that no mind. He's reliable in his work, after all, and that's all that matters...right?
Brother of Sinopa, demiromantic/demisexual
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{ Mika } - - { female } - - { 1 year, 2 months } - - { ⤞ r e a }
Quite small for an Outliver novice, Mika is far from intimidating. Her black smoke coat is rather sleek; its long hairs are more flowing than puffy. Her face, legs and back are very dark gray only a few shades away from black. The rest of her pelt grows gradually lighter, shifting smoothly from varying shades of gray ranging from dark to pale. The lightest shade covers her chest, throat and underbelly, making the darkness of her face stand out. A small lighter gray spot marks her face above each of her bright amber eyes.
Mika has always been shy with a gentle disposition. These traits, combined with anxiety and a hatred of blood, are what led her to choose the path of a healer. She much prefers fixing wounds to creating them, even if the most extreme may be rather disturbing. She is easily startled, but does not let her fears stop her; she cares deeply for her loved ones and fellow survivors, driving her to push through with a fiery determination. Mika is soft-spoken and quiet as well as fiercely protective of those around her.
Maska is pansexual and panromantic.
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:36:33 GMT -5
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{ Kami } - - { male } - - { 3 years, 4 months } - - { Brownie }
In appearace, Kami is almost identical to Roma. Kami shares his sibling's brown fur, complete with darker tabby stripes framing his legs and ears and with darker and lighter streaks in his long fur. White boots cover his hind paws while longer socks rise on his fore. His eyes are golden yellow, framed by lighter markings on his brown fur. However, Kami lacks the ginger undercoat Romi has, making his markings appear more matte than Romi's shine. He also has wider shoulders and a more powerful frame, with long hind claws for power and climbing. Kami is an average cat. He's never been as strong as Nuka, nor as smart as Romi. He can be a bit short tempered, especially when something unexpected occurs. He's flustered easily, and tends towards anger rather than embarrassment in those situations. He hates the cold and has a heart for adventuring, longing to find somewhere warmer to reside. Brother to Nuka; Romi; Umi.
{ Nuka } - - { male } - - { 3 years, 4 months } - - { Brownie }
Nuka has thick, dark grey fur. Lighter grey touches the underside of his paws, forming tufts between his paw-pads. He has green eyes and a lighter muzzle with a dark nose. His tail is plumed and lighter grey streaks run to the tip. He is built like a boulder: ragged and unmovable. His claws are short but kept sharp.
Nuka is the strength of the three. He's not the wittiest, but has the best instinctual knowledge. While it sometimes takes a while for him to make up his mind, he sticks with his choices to the end and there are usually very few flaws to his reasoning.
Brother to Kami; Romi; Umi.
{ Sinopa } - - { female } - - { 4 years, 3 months } - - { ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ } Compared to her brother, Sinopa is the snow itself- fur unblemished by any other shade, her pelt is as light as the snow that covers the ground. She is large even compared to the average in these times, the perfect example of a well-trained cat- and only scars on her chest say otherwise from a run-in with a quick fox. Her eyes are expressive, unable to hide any emotion- large and blue, always roaming. Training and life in general has lengthened her stride, her posture- a quick and capable molly at peak strength.
Never stopping to ponder her decisions, Sinopa can be merely described as a too-loyal molly that rushes into everything. Relationships, battles, duties- she's earnest and willing to do anything for the ones she loves. Her judgement is simple and true- not that she can't think in a complex manner, but more like she doesn't think it's worth it. She's a cat of action, not of hanging back, and loves deeply and truly. Her bond with her brother, Mochni, is one that cannot be broken. Some might say her loyalty is too strong, that she should think- but that is not Sinopa. She is truthful and passionate and nobody, not even the sovereign can take that away from her.
Sister of Mochni & v v gay. a good loyal fluffy gal lookin for love.
{ Maska } - - { female } - - { 4 years, 7 months} - - { ⤞ r e a }
Maska's appearance is strong and dignified, dominated by muted colors. Very dark classic tabby stripes overlay a paler, almost grayish brown pelt that lightens further to an off-white around her muzzle and chin. Her eyes are a soft light green. Maska is a bit large even by the typical Outliver standards, with a heavy and powerful build. A scar crosses her face above her nose between her eyes, stretching diagonally downwards from the left; the mark is accompanied by a shallow nick in her left ear.
Serious and stern, Maska has a tendency to be harsher than she intends. Her words can be quite blunt, and she has a poor habit of taking emotions out on others when under enough stress. She has a powerful love for those close to her and is often more unforgiving towards herself than the recipient of her words when she hurts someone with this attitude; she's simply poor at controlling her tone and doesn't deal well with strong emotions. Maska is fiercely defensive of those around her and is closely loyal to her inner circle, making the role of protector a natural choice for her. She is the type to stay at a friend's side through thick and thin and would give her life for someone she cares for in a heartbeat.
Maska is gay.
{ Tokala } - - { male } - - { 3 years } - - { ⤞ r e a }
Physical description Summary of personality Important backstory details { Noor } - - { male } - - { 3 years } - - { ᴏᴡʟ } While often rumored to be something of a debatable beauty, there is no denying the fact that if one was to observe Noor, they would likely find that the tom is, and always has been, a pleasant looking creature. With straight features and a steady gaze, he carries himself in a way that speaks of clear and humble confidence, and in essence, he is a clean-cut being. However, with all his spotless looks and good posture, these are the very characteristics that bring such debate to his name. Whether he be kind or polite- no matter how good his heart- many would say that by appearance alone, Noor is a pretensions looking tom. Rather than handsome, he is well-groomed; rather than elegant, he is careful; rather than all these things, he is simply average- only special for he has worked so very hard in order to appear as such. His white pelt is kept as clean as snow, and as soft as feathers. The darkened yellow of his eyes is only made so stunning by the leveled way in which he focuses them. Straight features- narrow and near feminine in quality- can be owned by anyone... or at least, those are the thoughts that some might care to harbor. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, it is only his good nature that makes him oh so charming to the eye- and charming he can be, in a subtle sort of way. When looking at Noor, there is little doubt in anyone’s mind that this straight-backed figure has worked hard to sculpt himself into something of near staggering finesse. From the clipped and careful way in which he utters his words, to the heedful stride that carries him, this broad-shouldered feline he is anything if not honed and structured in nature. While unspoken, it is obvious that the tom thinks in lines of calculated curiosity, wishing to appease and obey above all else. He seeks to flatter others and humble himself, and yet he contradicts these wishes, for he prides himself in this regard, and takes dignity in his respectful and equally respectable nature. He can be friendly, though it isn't always easy, and equally so, he can be as polite as the most polished servant. In every sense, he lives up to his reputation as the hard-working, level-headed guardian that he has aspired to be in previous years. Yet it is rather odd, for as of late, he has found himself dissecting what has always come so naturally to him. He has begun to question the ideals and commands that he’s molded himself to follow. Why is it that he has always been so eager to please? Why must he sacrifice his own good for those he feels oh so dangerously indifferent towards? He hasn’t the faintest idea, nor does he know why such a change has suddenly borne itself within his mind, but as it sits there, pooling into some ever widening puddle of interest, he fears he might just slip into it and regret it along the way.
{ Aquil } - - { male } - - { 3 years, 9 months } - - { Tealraven }
Aquil could most accurately be described as a miniature panther. He possesses a lean, muscular physique with a long, whip-like tail and powerful legs. His head is narrow and tapers to a fine point at his muzzle, and his ears are tall and notched from past skirmishes. His distant Siamese ancestry allows him chips of ice for eyes; his optics are a striking shade of blue and just as sharp and frigid. He has a smooth, short coat of jet-black fur to complete his intimidating appearance, which covers his entire body save for a small, diamond-shaped splash of white on his upper chest.
Aquil’s personality can be compared to a geode: rough around the edges on the outside, with outstanding traits on the inside. Outwardly, his countenance is serious, his face often set in a condescending scowl. Pessimistic, aloof, and equipped with a bottomless supply of sarcastic commentary, he’s often considered a killjoy by his peers. Cynical though he may be, Aquil is valued for his work ethic, rock-hard loyalty, and dependability. Few cats are more trustworthy than he. Though rarely seen, he’s also quite gentle and is capable of being very devoted and doting. However, like a geode, Aquil must be cracked for his true colors to shine through; it just takes the right cat with the right amount of patience to do it.
Aquil is the brother of Jamila and older brother of Aixa. He was born to a small, frail mother who mated young. His mother was physically and mentally weak, and was not suited to survival in the Outlivers’ harsh environment. Miraculously, she survived her first two births, but shortly after her youngest kit was apprenticed, she and her new litter died in childbirth. The mother chose to keep the identity of her mate from her children and the rest of the Outlivers.
He is heterosexual.
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{ Aixa } - - { female } - - { 1 year, 3 months } - - { Tealraven }
Petite and light-boned, Aixa does not fit the typical description of a protector. She has a triangular head, tall ears, a fluffy tail and small, rounded paws. Her fur is a warm shade of fawn, with faint caramel-colored tabby stripes. She has a cream-colored muzzle and honey-gold eyes that compliment her coat color.
If the sun could be captured within the body of a cat, that cat would be named Aixa. Aixa is well-liked for her good-natured, cheerful personality and determination. Though she would be better suited to being a gatherer, the glory that comes with protecting the Outlivers sounded much more appealing to her. In spite of her small size, she has her eyes set on this position and will have no other. Consequently, Aixa possesses a stubborn streak. Feisty and audacious, she is a cat that lets little stand in her way. Some may find this admirable, but many consider her disrespect toward authority and tendency to take on too large a task irritating. That’s not even to mention her ceaseless chatter and sunny disposition, which can wear on some after awhile. Needless to say, Aixa is definitely a handful, but one whose presence is keenly felt and sorely missed when not around.
Aixa is the younger sister of Aquil and Jamila. She was born to a small, frail mother who mated young. Her mother was physically and mentally weak, and was not suited to survival in the Outlivers’ harsh environment. Miraculously, she survived her first two births, but shortly after her youngest kit was apprenticed, she and her new litter died in childbirth. The mother chose to keep the identity of her mate from her children and the rest of the Outlivers.
She is asexual and aromantic.
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:37:39 GMT -5
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{ Jamila } -- { female } -- { 3 years, 9 months } -- { Tealraven }
True to her name, Jamila is considered by many to be very beautiful. Thin and graceful, with small paws and a prim, pointed nose, she is delicate by nature. However, her lightweight frame enables her to move swiftly and stealthily, earning her the well-deserved title of gatherer. Her fur is short and sleek, colored a soft dove-gray with hints of silver in her pelt. Her fur fades gently to white around her belly and paws. Her eyes are an interesting shade of murky blue.
If her brother is a geode, then Jamila is fool’s gold; she’s attractive until you find out who she really is. To put it nicely, she is laidback and coquettish. Some particularly honest cats might accuse the easygoing Jamila of being lazy and careless. This is not entirely dishonest, for she is quite airheaded and scatterbrained, and if unsupervised spends more time chatting or flirting than hunting. However, she is also charming and seductive, and she knows this and uses it to her advantage where possible. She’s not afraid to be manipulative or insincere to get what she -- or the group -- wants. That said, Jamila could best be summarized as a heartbreaker, albeit not an especially bright one.
Jamila is the sister of Aquil and older sister of Aixa. She was born to a small, frail mother who mated young. Her mother was physically and mentally weak, and was not suited to survival in the Outlivers’ harsh environment. Miraculously, she survived her first two births, but shortly after her youngest kit was apprenticed, she and her new litter died in childbirth. The mother chose to keep the identity of her mate unknown to her children and the rest of the Outlivers.
She is heterosexual.
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{ Sani } - - { male } - - { 1 year, 8 months } - - { ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ }
Many notice Sani's wide yellow eyes before they notice the rest of him. A sandy, light ginger tabby tom, his fur is sleek and unruffled most of the time, showing a calm disposition if you didn't see his eyes. He is long and lean, built for running and hunting, even if he wished otherwise. His pelt is just a bit too short to be considered long-furred- cursed with a medium length pelt in this climate, he spends more time sitting and warming up compared to out and about and doing work.
His demeanor is polite, loyal, kind- but he's so, so bitter inside. Not strong enough to become a protector, he was assigned to become a gatherer- something that makes him fume and pace internally. He's not too fond of most other cats in the clan, especially those that are older than him- in his eyes, they have failed him and his wishes. He hates them just as much as he hates the cold, and Sani is wary to let anyone know just how he feels. Snappish when he's too cold and out in the territory hunting.
Does have parents in the Outlivers but they won't be rped, heteroromantic/asexual
{ Umi } - - { female } - - { 1 year, 7 months } - - { Brownie }
Umi is a small, grey she-cat with white paws and darker streaks scattered throughout her flanks. Her long fur is bushy and makes her look more rounded and larger than she really is. Her eyes are yellow with touches of darker orange around the pupils, and though she has a rounded, flat face, her eyes take up much of the space. Her nose is dark grey, a blotch of ink on her white muzzle. She has great night vision and a quick mind, though her reflexes struggle to keep up.
Umi is the curious one and the most imaginative. She loves racing off in her own fantasies and spinning stories for others is her favorite past time. She's quick to come to conclusions and oftentimes jumps to the first answer that comes to mind. She has a bubbly personality and hardly knows when it's time to stay quiet.
Umi is the younger sister to Kami, Nuka, and Romi. She was born in the late winter --too early-- and both her mother and two of her littermates died during the hard birth. She had a sister that had survived a few more days, but was born with a poor heart and died soon after. Umi herself is still much smaller than others her age, but otherwise has grown out of the weakness caused by her early birth. However she sometimes has bouts where she cannot breathe easily in dry weather.
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:40:11 GMT -5
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:41:12 GMT -5
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 26, 2017 23:43:54 GMT -5
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{ Elkanah } - - { male } - - { 3 years } - - { ⤞ r e a }
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{ Dhruva } - - { male } - - { 3 years } - - { ⤞ r e a }
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{ Khadija } - - { female } - - { 6 years } - - { ⤞ r e a }
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{ Rajiya } - - { female } - - { 3 years, 2 months } - - { ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ }
An oddity, the reason for her banishment from the group, Rajiya stands strong even with her abnormalities. Two extra tails and a missing leg is better than some, but she was still cast away for it- a three-legged and tailed creature unfit for service. Her pelt is a dark grey, classic tabby markings littering her pelt and only broken up by the white of her chest. Calm hazel eyes, tired with her fate stare out at the world. She isn't the best fighter, but she is a skilled hunter despite her traits. She's so tired of the life that's been handed to her. Wise for one so young, she can be found trading her intelligence for food- she can hunt, but only in the right conditions. She'll also give companionship for it, but pay that no mind. With dry words and a smart mind, many have been found to take a liking to her. Lately, she's been found trying to figure out a way to get some kind of revenge on the Outlivers, teaming up with Khadija to do so- and slowly thinking of her as some kind of friend or found family. biromantic/sexual, her littermates (2) are dead and her parents too { Demothi } - - { male } - - { 4 years } - - { ᴏᴡʟ } As a well-known tom of insidious looks and tar black fur, it is often said that Demothi is one of those rare few who has a natural, in-born talent for simply being distinguishable and unique. Be it his towering height, or the subtle mockery that seems to be perpetually contained within his expressions, his appearance sets him blatantly apart from the average, and it would be a lie to say that he does not strive to prove this in either the best or worst of ways. Caught somewhere between the delicate lines of superior elegance and alien grace, the tom carries himself on long, stretching limbs, so thin and slight that one might think them to be in danger of snapping with every step. Narrow paws end each properly arranged leg, and with this, a set of thorny white claws accompanies them. Dressed in formal black, his long, silky pelt sticks close to the winding figure of his body, obscuring every inch in deep shadows and steady waves of pitch dark fur. Although his build is, indeed, one lengthy, snaking mass of sinew and thready muscle, it would be a mistake to say that he lacks the strength to act, and his height alone, being well above the typical, could tell you that much. However, most peculiar of all are the attributes that make up his face. With high arching cheekbones, and a long, wedge shaped skull, even this tom's head looks stretched and foreign when compared to those of others. His sloping nose ends with biting teeth- far more teeth than one would consider a normal amount- and short, coal-hued whiskers gleam upon his cheeks. A set of four bat-like ears arch high above his brow- a perched crown of wings atop his narrow head. His eyes, narrow and half-lidded, glow a brilliant green, of which he takes great pride in. In the end, however, none of it can even begin to prepare one for the trials and tribulations that often shadow his personality. With his silver-tongue and opportunistic charm, Demothi is well known for being just as sleek as his fur. With a clever wit that some might deem dangerous, he is a skilled conversationalist, with a knack for molding his words to fit his target's fancy. Working through flattery and oil slick motions, manipulation is a quality that one often finds lingering beneath his tongue and shadowing his character; and because of this and many other things, 'nice' isn't a word that many would use to describe a figure such as he, nor would he rightly argue with such a sentiment. Above all other things however, Demothi is calculated. No words are said by he without deliberate meaning, nor are his intentions often one-sided. Beneath his false charm and seemingly idle chatter, something dark and slithering dares writhe beneath his skin, and with this in mind, one should be cautious while entertaining his company. As harmless as one sentence might seem, it hardly carries the weight of idleness, but as to why this is... well, being as tight-lipped as he can be when he finds his character probed upon, you aren't likely to find out, nor will he take lightly to your inquisition. So be careful, for his temper is not something that goes hand-in-hand with his patience, and if pushed far enough, he might dare to bare his teeth. |
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 27, 2017 0:05:42 GMT -5
{ the dead }{ Mavri } - - { male } - - { 6 years, 7 months } - - { protector & heir presumptive } - - { ⤞ r e a }
Mavri was a solid blue-gray tom with a long pelt and light green eyes. He was Aeluin's littermate and died due to a fall on the icy rocks near Breakneck Stream, which fractured his skull. |
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 27, 2017 0:06:22 GMT -5
Both Ashes to Ashes and its graphics and coding were created by ⤞ r e a . All banners use free images from StockSnap. All listed characters belong to their respective owners. |
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Oct 28, 2017 20:52:02 GMT -5
[ Pommy's Claim ] Major WIP
Alyona(f), Dov(m), Gavriil(m), Yona(f), Fala(f)
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1. I really liked the realism and literacy factors, and the respect guideline is very good to have!
2. I love the way you included ailments and herbs that usually aren't featured in resource pages, such as a drowning incident or kit birth! You really put a lot of work into this!
3. I'm on at least every other day, usually around 12 pm to 12 am (PT) but it varies from day to day. I'll let you know if I'm taking an extended leave of absence, though.
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5. where'd you get that smoking hot ash?[ 3 females | 2 males ]{ Alyona } - - { female } - - { 4 years, 1 month } - - { gatherer }
Alyona is an ideal model of perfection. A pristine example of beauty. A feline paragon. Or at least that's what she would tell you. Her appearance, unlike her attitude, is indeed quite appealing. Her frame is willowy, lithe and seemingly a bit fragile. She's slightly smaller than the average she-cat, but it's not too noticeable under normal circumstances. She has long, fluffy fur the color of an untouched snowdrift. She keeps it very well-groomed, you will rarely see a spot of mud or even a shred of leaf on her pelt. She has very lean muscle, and she excels at agility and speed rather than strength. WIP
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{ Dov } - - { male } - - { 3 years, 4 months } - - { spurned one }
Chocolate tabby with six legs, three eyes, and a major underbite MAJOR WIP
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{ Fala } - - { female } - - { 2 years, 9 months } - - { healer }
The two-word summary of this she-cat would easily be 'shadow-like'. Her thick, long fur covers her stocky yet thin frame in inky blackness, being comparable to a silhouette during a moonless night. Her head is square-shaped, and she has a slightly wide, square jaw, with tall, tufted ears gracing the top of her noggin. Two round, wide pale yellow eyes glow from either side of her muzzle, contrasting brightly against the raven-like darkness around them. They have a certain air of mystery and foreboding about them as if they are guarded passages into the deepest depths of her soul. She keeps her coat well-groomed and taken care of, smooth as the freshly-fallen snow, and just as soft as the clouds look during a sunny day. However, her tail has a tendency to be rather bushy and stick up like a skunk's, no matter how much time she spends grooming it. She has a patch of pure-white in the middle of her chest, so bright it almost seems to glow like the moon in the midnight shade of her fur.
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{ Yona } - - { female } - - { 2 years, 2 months } - - { protector }
Small, fluffy, yet looks like she could easily rip your ears off if you look at her the wrong way. Odds are, these are the first things you thought when you first laid eyes on Yona. And you'd be right! Yona is noticeably smaller than the average Outliver molly, but you can easily see the true bulk and muscle she has once you see her in motion. Although she's small, she's also sturdily-built and athletic, and could easily hold her own in a fight. She's covered in thick, semi-long brown ticked torbie fur that looks as soft as it feels- like the fluff of a young kitten. She keeps her pelt well-groomed, and although it sheds a lot, it almost always keeps her at a comfortable temperature in her freezing territory. Snow-white fur grace her muzzle, chest, and belly, making it look almost as if the cold snow stained her underbelly as she walked through a deeper drift. She has a broad head with a square-ish jaw and muzzle, long and feathery whiskers splaying out from either side. Her eyes are round, a bright spring green that bleeds the comforting feeling of new growth and hope.
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{ Gavriil } - - { male } - - { 9 months } - - { apprentice }
The first thing you'd notice about Gavriil is that he's unusually small. He's always appeared a few moons younger than he actually is, one of the many downsides of being the runt of his litter. That fact mixed with malnutrition since birth has made Gavriil quite the underwhelming specimen. His thin frame is covered in fluffy, pale grey tabby fur that is as soft as duckling down, his darker classic tabby stripes melting into a paler shade the lower they climb down his body and towards his face. He has a more triangular face when compared to most of his clanmates, sharper features gracing his body that can be hard to notice under his fluffy pelt. He has a sharper, longer muzzle that almost looks like a fox's, tipped with a button black nose and thin sprays of white whiskers on either side. A snow-white streak stems from his nose and trails up between his eyes until it tapers into a faded point in the center of his forehead. His rounded almond eyes are bright, the color of fresh, sweet honey with warm red-orange rings creeping around his pupils, making it almost appear as if he has dancing flames within his eyes.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Oct 28, 2017 21:26:57 GMT -5
{ Owl } - - { They/Them } 1. The section on information is particularly interesting to me, for it's not something you often see in such a post. I- personally- am a sucker for unique requirements, rules, or (as it is worded here) guidelines. This one is incredibly helpful, and it also brings to one's attention that the resource page is not as optional as a sense of flippancy might have you think. 2. To be honest, I quite liked the list of remedies, really because I'm just fond of botany. Along with that, however, I liked how you listed ailments to go along with it, as well as the according treatment for each of said ailments. 3. I'd like to say moderately active, though I can often slip. It really depends on whether I find something that catches my interest, or if I have the motivation to be so. I'll say I will attempt to be frequent, but that you should probably keep an eye on my activity status. 4. Provided in the spoiler below. Ah, he always felt like this when he woke up.
Sticky-eyed and heavy-boned, with his fur clinging desperately to his sides, Yuliy felt about as fresh as a corpse. His mouth was dry, as it always was in these early hours, and his muscles ached with something chilly in the air. He supposed it was cold outside again, but that wasn’t a surprise, by any means. It was always cold where he- they- lived, and the damp stone beneath his frost-laden paws did little to help this fact. He supposed he’d pushed aside some of his bedding in his sleep, leaving his toes free to grace the icy earth below. This didn’t surprise him either. Yuliy wasn’t the best at sleeping; his version of slumber was more of a restless, tossing nap, if anything; but it got the job done… sort of-- barely.
Not quite cramped, his body felt overworked, really. Had he done anything though? No, not particularly- nothing more than the average, much to his mentor’s probable disappointment. What was such a mediocre cat doing as the apprentice of Stark? You know-- the Stark? Yuliy often wondered it himself, though that wasn’t to say that he felt any bitterness in questioning this odd little reality of his. Yuliy was ordinary; ordinarily pleasant, but ordinary. He spaced out frequently, didn’t excel or lack in many areas, and was exceptional only in his ability to be exceedingly polite, even in the worst of moments. So what was he doing beneath someone of such high standing and incredible arrogance? It was beyond him, but he was grateful, he supposed… confused but grateful. Still, there were things he didn’t tell Stark, and probably for the better.
He didn’t tell his mentor that he slept as poorly as a hyperactive mouse; didn’t tell him that sometimes he just couldn’t quite keep up with the training methods that were put forth to him. He didn’t dare tell him that with every mention of his size, he felt himself getting a little bit smaller, and a little bit more tense. So he stayed quiet, rolled his eyes in private, and brushed it all off with a sigh. His life wasn’t terrible, no- average, like him- but that didn’t mean that he was always thinking of it in such a positive light. But whatever; maybe he was just complaining too much. He’d shrug it off in due time, as he always did.
Rolling onto his side, the air that hit Yuliy’s belly was cold enough to make him shiver as he stretched and yawned, and shook out muscles that had spent far too long balled up and knotted. He didn’t particularly like the cold, but if he was outside, it was tolerable enough. What he really didn’t like was being cold inside camp, because the air in camp was the underground kind; the stick to your face, lick your skin, and dribble down your back kind. Sure, plant matter had been dragged down from the surface to make everything seem a little bit friendlier, but even that felt caked with clingy cave mist... Or was it just Yuliy thinking all this?
Some might say that Yuliy paid too much attention to all the wrong sort of things; that the distance in his eyes was because of all the daydreams he usually clogged his brain with. Some even said that he saw more of his imagination than he did of reality, and sometimes he would agree with them; sometimes he wouldn’t. Yuliy saw the world in perfect, ordinary color; he just didn’t know if he cared enough to truly look.
‘Double the amount of work?’
With his eyes tracing the cloud-gray form of his mentor, Yuliy didn’t even bother to lift his head from his paws as he rolled once more onto his feather soft belly, with his aching muscles now hanging loose and lazy. He supposed it was getting towards that time of year again; the bitter moons would roll around soon enough, and when that time came, the bellies would start to shrink, and the cats would begin to--
He shuddered.
He couldn’t blame Stark for his abrupt instructions then, as much as his sleep muddled mind would have loved to. Laziness was not a liberty many cats were permitted to take, even at the best of times, and certainly not now that the snow was beginning to fall. Soon the ice would begin to creep in, and those with idle paws would all find themselves frozen with it. So with that in mind, Yuliy pushed his legs and stood where he’d slept, and simply hoped with all his heart that his pelt wasn’t entirely matted. Matted fur was the worst, after all.
“Stark,”
Weaving and tottering as he slunk by sleeping cats and stretching paws, the little tom- in all his moon-eyed glory- was ever so careful as he made his way towards his mentor’s side. Unlike the leader who trained him, Yuliy was far too polite to step on any tails or toes, and if he had done so, one could correctly assume that it would have been another minute before he’d reached his destination. He’d have been too busy uttering his apologize to make any further progress, and while this scenario had played out many times in the past, it didn’t this time, and perhaps that was for the better.
“Who-- good morning, by the way, sir-- who are we joining on patrol today…?”
Yuliy had never been the best at hunting- could never quite place his paws right, or judge the distance between jumps as instructed- and you could see the hesitation bloom clearly upon his face as he gazed up at his mentor. In doing so, he was once again reminded of the difference in size that the two displayed. One of them- Stark- was tall and handsomely coated, while the other- Yuliy- was small, and (in his own opinion) resembled a frazzled shrew more than a cat. Before he’d been apprenticed, Yuliy hadn’t quite noticed these aspects about himself; but when paired with someone of Stark’s presence, it only seemed natural to discover these things, didn’t it?
Hopefully we’re not going with the group headed towards the mines.
He really didn’t like caves, or mines, or the general underground. Along with this, he could only hope that Motya would be leading whichever patrol he so happened to land himself in, and no, that wasn’t due to some bizarre case of favoritism. Yuliy preferred Motya simply because she wasn’t Hawke, and he didn’t prefer Hawke because Hawke wasn’t quite as calming a presence as Motya… So maybe he did favor Motya. Regardless, it wasn’t as if he had anything against or for either of them.
Twisting now, his wide orange eyes straining against the dark of camp, Yuliy briefly let his attention fly from the tom he stood with, to the she-cat in question. Across the way, he could hazily make out the shock of her fur, as dark and brilliant as always. He’d always thought her fur was pretty; the color of pitch and embers, all contained within one short pelt. But aside from that, he thought her admirable, above all else; always hoping to do the group good, always putting forth her voice when needed, even if it trembled. Sometimes he wished he could do things like that too, but then… perhaps it wasn’t his place.
With a tense face, it was clear that Stark’s announcement had worried her, to some degree. It was an understandable feeling; winter was always unpredictable and harsh, with little way of predicting how your day might go next. However, even with this news fresh in her mind, and a nervous energy now fluttering around her head, she still went about her morning ritual as smoothly as usual, her lithe form twisted as she groomed the fur along her spine.
Blinking, he swiveled his head till he was once again peering up at his leader’s face.
He still felt sleepy.
5. sah freakin rules and lotta words readin and things man wow { Noor } - - { male } - - { 3 years } - - { protector } While often rumored to be something of a debatable beauty, there is no denying the fact that if one was to observe Noor, they would likely find that the tom is, and always has been, a pleasant looking creature. With straight features and a steady gaze, he carries himself in a way that speaks of clear and humble confidence, and in essence, he is a clean-cut being. However, with all his spotless looks and good posture, these are the very characteristics that bring such debate to his name. Whether he be kind or polite- no matter how good his heart- many would say that by appearance alone, Noor is a pretensions looking tom. Rather than handsome, he is well-groomed; rather than elegant, he is careful; rather than all these things, he is simply average- only special for he has worked so very hard in order to appear as such. His white pelt is kept as clean as snow, and as soft as feathers. The darkened yellow of his eyes is only made so stunning by the leveled way in which he focuses them. Straight features- narrow and near feminine in quality- can be owned by anyone... or at least, those are the thoughts that some might care to harbor. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, it is only his good nature that makes him oh so charming to the eye- and charming he can be, in a subtle sort of way. When looking at Noor, there is little doubt in anyone’s mind that this straight-backed figure has worked hard to sculpt himself into something of near staggering finesse. From the clipped and careful way in which he utters his words, to the heedful stride that carries him, this broad-shouldered feline he is anything if not honed and structured in nature. While unspoken, it is obvious that the tom thinks in lines of calculated curiosity, wishing to appease and obey above all else. He seeks to flatter others and humble himself, and yet he contradicts these wishes, for he prides himself in this regard, and takes dignity in his respectful and equally respectable nature. He can be friendly, though it isn't always easy, and equally so, he can be as polite as the most polished servant. In every sense, he lives up to his reputation as the hard-working, level-headed guardian that he has aspired to be in previous years. Yet it is rather odd, for as of late, he has found himself dissecting what has always come so naturally to him. He has begun to question the ideals and commands that he’s molded himself to follow. Why is it that he has always been so eager to please? Why must he sacrifice his own good for those he feels oh so dangerously indifferent towards? He hasn’t the faintest idea, nor does he know why such a change has suddenly borne itself within his mind, but as it sits there, pooling into some ever widening puddle of interest, he fears he might just slip into it and regret it along the way. { Demothi } - - { male } - - { 4 years } - - { spurned one } As a well-known tom of insidious looks and tar black fur, it is often said that Demothi is one of those rare few who has a natural, in-born talent for simply being distinguishable and unique. Be it his towering height, or the subtle mockery that seems to be perpetually contained within his expressions, his appearance sets him blatantly apart from the average, and it would be a lie to say that he does not strive to prove this in either the best or worst of ways. Caught somewhere between the delicate lines of superior elegance and alien grace, the tom carries himself on long, stretching limbs, so thin and slight that one might think them to be in danger of snapping with every step. Narrow paws end each properly arranged leg, and with this, a set of thorny white claws accompanies them. Dressed in formal black, his long, silky pelt sticks close to the winding figure of his body, obscuring every inch in deep shadows and steady waves of pitch dark fur. Although his build is, indeed, one lengthy, snaking mass of sinew and thready muscle, it would be a mistake to say that he lacks the strength to act, and his height alone, being well above the typical, could tell you that much. However, most peculiar of all are the attributes that make up his face. With high arching cheekbones, and a long, wedge shaped skull, even this tom's head looks stretched and foreign when compared to those of others. His sloping nose ends with biting teeth- far more teeth than one would consider a normal amount- and short, coal-hued whiskers gleam upon his cheeks. A set of four bat-like ears arch high above his brow- a perched crown of wings atop his narrow head. His eyes, narrow and half-lidded, glow a brilliant green, of which he takes great pride in. In the end, however, none of it can even begin to prepare one for the trials and tribulations that often shadow his personality. With his silver-tongue and opportunistic charm, Demothi is well known for being just as sleek as his fur. With a clever wit that some might deem dangerous, he is a skilled conversationalist, with a knack for molding his words to fit his target's fancy. Working through flattery and oil slick motions, manipulation is a quality that one often finds lingering beneath his tongue and shadowing his character; and because of this and many other things, 'nice' isn't a word that many would use to describe a figure such as he, nor would he rightly argue with such a sentiment. Above all other things however, Demothi is calculated. No words are said by he without deliberate meaning, nor are his intentions often one-sided. Beneath his false charm and seemingly idle chatter, something dark and slithering dares writhe beneath his skin, and with this in mind, one should be cautious while entertaining his company. As harmless as one sentence might seem, it hardly carries the weight of idleness, but as to why this is... well, being as tight-lipped as he can be when he finds his character probed upon, you aren't likely to find out, nor will he take lightly to your inquisition. So be careful, for his temper is not something that goes hand-in-hand with his patience, and if pushed far enough, he might dare to bare his teeth. { Nayeli } - - { female } - - { 2 years } - - { spurned one } Physical description Summary of personality Important backstory details you'd like to share { Adila } - - { female } - - { 6 years } - - { protector } Physical description Summary of personality Important backstory details you'd like to share |
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Post by noble. on Oct 29, 2017 10:43:16 GMT -5
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1. Name one thing in the guidelines that caught your attention.
2. I was throughly impressed with the ailments + the descriptions for each one such as bug bites and how they can be cured with burnet leaves. Very detailed, i love it. I also think that the practice of Aeromancy is super interesting !! Honestly, all of the details here are amazing and will truly make this a fun rp.
3. It truly varies, will most likely be on during the night for an hour - i'm studying @ uni full time + work a part time job.
4.He woke one evening tantalized by an idea: if he could catch the boats motionless for one second - for half a second - if they stood wholly at rest for the briefest moment - then, maybe, Grisha would return. The boat door would screech open and in the white-haired man would saunter in, red-faced and slapping his hands together exclaiming about politics and what fools they all were. A deep sigh would thicken the air as it brushed out of the man’s mouth, all while he exhaustingly collapsed into the chair. Taking it as his cue, a purr would dryly rumble in his chest, shoving the top of his head into the leathery hand that dangled from the chair. And just like that, as Grisha worked his fingers along the nape of his neck, all the worries he had carried in with the night would vanish like the melting snow. They would rest, wake with the sun and make their many moons long journey back to Umba, back to their home. Childish, Taras knew, but he didn’t care. The trick was to not focus on any single part of any boat, but to look through them all toward a point in the air. But how insidious a bargain he’d made. Even in the quietest moment some small thing quivered and the tableau was destroyed.
He knelt by the window and let the image replay itself. The snow lay jaundiced under the flickering dock lights and the small lamp from within the boat. Flakes of snow were captured there, drifting earthward like ash. Up from the streets people's voices rang, tinny and fractured.
How many afternoons slipped away like that? How many nights standing in the front window, watching the boats shiver in the moonlight? Still he watched, transfixed. Then, blushing because it was futile and silly, he forced himself to jump down into the chair. Beaten and soft to the touch, it had seen better days. It had seen many many days and Taras had been there for all of them. He allowed his mind to be riddled with the fading memories of his travels. When he blinked , an afterimage of perfect stillness. What if it were to happen while he wasn’t watching. He turned back. Through the slightly frosted window glass a dozen boats rocked by the winter wind, flags raising to the heavens.
Stop it, he told himself. Just stop.
And watched some more.
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Time, it was such a delicate thing and as it passed he could feel himself slowly deteriorating under the weight of it. It had been days since Grisha’s disappearance. He had to get out of here. Off this boat. There was nothing left for him here. Though he didn’t want to believe it, Grisha wasn’t coming back.
He left at first light. The cold was fearsome, the sky above dilute and punctured by stars. He jumped from the boat and onto the dock with uneasy legs. His heart tugged toward the small trawler behind him but he refused to look back. It was nothing but a container of memories, of his previous life. If he were to survive this coming winter he would need to forget about his home that rocked behind him. He would need to forget about Grisha.
The wind was beginning to pick up, he was glad that he had been blessed with a thicker coat. Those that were less fortunate tended not to last. Still he could feel a slight twinge of pain course through his body. It was getting colder. He needed the pain, or thats what he kept telling himself. As much as it hurt, he at least knew that he was alive, that this wasn’t a dream. And though he didn’t feel it just yet, he was still there, still breathing, living. Thick shoulders hunched against the gusts of ocean winds, curling his form in on itself in feeble protection from the elements. He kept his gaze to the ground, watching every snow sludgy step he took as he made his way from the docks to the streets, frowning at the manner in which his paws sunk into the slush. Taras became so immersed in the vile truth of the weather, that it was almost too easy to walk away from it all. Almost. As the tom reached the streets he casted his hard moss eyes over his shoulder to catch one last glimpse of the trawler.
By the seas' current and the stars, he thought to himself, praying that he would be right.
It would seem rather unusual that a lad like him would be speaking to the stars as if their very fabrication was their will and had something to do with his. Most spoke ill of those that believed in things that had no true explanation, the stars, the moons, the sea. He understood their reasoning and harsh tones, why would anyone believe in such things. Why they were for kits to comfort them when the days went dark and were full of terrors! Not for an old lad like him! Still - how many times had he followed the stars back home when he got lost? One too many I'd say.
He continued to watch the boats rock, paws glued to the ground.
Forget about it. Forget about him.
However, he couldn’t. Instead he watched for the stillness. But life continued to move. Sighing he turned his back on all possibilities of his old life and slipped into the streets of Murnmask.
(segment from a lil story I made up)
5. I love this RP and I havent even finished my characters lol
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 { Tarasios (Taras) } - - { male } - - { 5 years 3 months } - - { protector }
From a distance, Tarasios looks moderately like any other cat. Your average lad really, but upon closer inspection you can see that he is actually rather handsome. Not that I'm bragging here, oh deary, no, he might boast about things at times but never about his appearance. Taras is well - big. Large paws cling stubbornly to his fitted limbs, however this harsh world has left him stout and thin. His fur is thick and long, a blessing when the winter winds come sweeping from the north. His resemblance to a tiger is vague, but just present enough to turn heads. Bold, vertical stripes stretch themselves along the length of his soft gray body, starting at the spine to bleed evenly down the sides. Unlike his feline ancestors, however, his coloring lacks vibrant hues, instead dimming to a soft, calm palette of gray and the occasional spot of golden brown. He is soaked in these tones from head to toe, minus, of course, his eyes. His eyes might not be the most.. inviting, but there is something about them that can draw your attention. His eyes are a bright and swimming moss green, contrasting against his light complexion.
Taras could care less whether you liked him or not. He does not pay any mind to what you might think about him or his beliefs. He knows who he is and that's all that matters, right? He isn't uncaring in the sense that he dislikes anything that breathes, no. He has a growing sense of protection for the cats he has come to call his companions and cares greatly about them, however he's not a push over either. What you see is what you get. Nothing more, nothing less. Now I am not saying you can't rely on this brute, why you'd be mouse-brained not to! Idle paws are the devil's paws as he always says. Taras very much believes in hard work and will not accept slackers. Being idle is something this tom can't stand, and if he is, then you can be sure that there's something wrong. If there is one thing Taras has a lot of, it's passion. Once he has a deep running passion in his veins for something there is no stopping him. It could be a plethora of things, from fighting to faith. He's never really been one for commitment after what happened with the last, after Grisha, and don't try and say that you're going to be the one to change that. His companions are enough for him, or thats atleast what he tells himself.
He doesn’t remember much of his mother, just her warmth, stories, and whatever his brother, Grisha, told him. He specifically remembers one story of surging blue seas that could swallow one whole. Obviously, these were just tales of times long before The New Beginning, still, Taras finds himself swaying in the waters as he dreams of better days. Taras and Grisha were inseperable, that is until Grisha met his demise. They always said that he was always one to pick battles when out on patrols and this one was just too much for him. That was it for Taras, in his short time of living Grisha had been his foundation, his home, and now he had nothing in this disease ridden land. With a heavy heart, Taras submerged himself in his training and duties and continues to do so as an attempt to forget about his brother. He lives each day just to see it to the end as he attemtpts to fill the gnawing void in his chest with his newly adopted companions, but will it be enough?
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believes in the stars rather than the deities
experiences anxiety when confronted by large group of cats
became a protector to honor grisha
tries to demonstrate fairness in the name of grisha
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Post by Brownie on Oct 29, 2017 10:44:56 GMT -5
{ Brownie/Amber } - - { she/her } 1. three paragraphs a character. I saw semi-lit and almost didn't click; glad I did. 2. Love the Europe territory. most people don't do that anymore. 3. Tuesdays + Thursdays; scattered weekends with M/W between hours 4. Actually a year old but I couldn't find anything newer that's cats The little tuxedo tom's tail twitched on the ground, scattering a bit more dust. He frowned and flicked the white-plumed tip, trying to keep it off the ground. He should've brushed a bit of leaves onto his spot. The dust just would not do for his pelt, and he'd just have to clean it later. But it was too late to avert that fate now. His eyes roamed farther. Nothing much to see, unfortunately. Usually the Clan was bustling with activity just before patrols went out, but he could only see a few cats roaming. Minkstar sat aloof, looking different without their usual stern eyes. But they were only interesting to watch for a few moments before that became boring: Coyotepaw didn't know the leader well enough to figure out what had caused the change. He shrugged. The doings of older cats was not his to worry about.
He spotted his siblings talking too. They were more interesting. Both Northfang and Ebonyfrost were many moons older, and it felt weird to call them siblings since they weren't his littermates. Yet they shared the same parents, shared the same blood, and they both treated him well. He smiled at that, and wished he could go over and join them, but Ebonyfrost would probably just scowl and chase him off and Northfang would just sit and not say anything. Besides, he caught the glint of Ebonyfrost's blue eyes, and she didn't look particularly happy this morning. Better that he stayed away.
Coyotepaw shifted his paws, not sure what to do. The camp usually had much more for him to observe and keep him busy, but today it was sleepy and boring. He was thinking of other things to do --hesitant to break his schedule, he was really just buying time-- when he saw a flash of motion from the apprentices den. Sparrowpaw. The little tom came over to him, and despite his shyness, Coyotepaw felt relief surge in his chest. Finally, someone to talk to. And he didn't even have to go out and possibly irritate someone himself; the little tom was always scared he would just be an annoyance if he attempted conversation. "Hey, Sparrowpaw!" he chirped. He shook his front paw to try and clean off the bits of dirt still stuck to it. He looked around the clearing before responding. "Bored, honestly. There's nothing happening at all today."
more recent but human ig don't know if you were looking more for length or style but this is more 'normal' for me in both regards //shrugs So many mutants. She had always known she wasn't the only one --what would have been the point of her infiltrating the project at all if she'd be the only mutation there? Some failure that would be-- but seven? She looked around the table, brow furrowed with curiosity. She had a point in being here: she was needed to gather in depth intel on the whole project and after staking it out for a few days she knew becoming part of it would be the only way to logically do so. But what were their reasons for sticking around and staying strong? Just the raw will to survive, or were they promised something else? Or did they, too, willingly join the project in order to help slaughter more innocent people with their newfound powers?
Jasmine forced herself to stay neutral. Odds were they were just pulled off the streets and forced into the position. From the muted whispers she heard, many of the subjects had been failures. Only teens and young adults survived the procedure. She knew it had something to do with brain malleability and some sort of plates, the Professor would know what that meant, but Jasmine sure didn't. Even then she figured the death count must have been high for a project this big.
Seven other mutants. With her that was eight. A full squad. So many new faces and new voices overwhelmed her, and for a moment she wished they would all be silent so she could take it all in and sort things out. But that was not meant to be, especially when a crunching, metallic screech sounded to the left of the room. The metal window was moving, sliding up and away into the cement. It moved slowly but steadily. A piece snapped across the gap in the top where it disappeared, leaving a seamless square of open space.
The reality of what was behind didn't sink in until the smells hit her. Eggs, bacon. The sticky, cloying sting of sugar mixed with the harsh and bold odor of raw coffee beans. So much food. She hadn't seen food like that for weeks. Her stomach growled with the smells and the anticipation of eating something that had actual flavor. Jasmine grinned. Breakfast was served.
5. I was seriously thinking of leaving the forums cuz there's nothing interesting but then I saw this and gah <3 { Umi } - - { Female } - - { 1 year 7 months } - - { Novice Gatherer } Umi is a small, grey she-cat with white paws and darker streaks scattered throughout her flanks. Her long fur is bushy and makes her look more rounded and larger than she really is. Her eyes are yellow with touches of darker orange around the pupils, and though she has a rounded, flat face, her eyes take up much of the space. Her nose is dark grey, a blotch of ink on her white muzzle. She has great night vision and a quick mind, though her reflexes struggle to keep up. Umi is the curious one and the most imaginative. She loves racing off in her own fantasies and spinning stories for others is her favorite past time. She's quick to come to conclusions and oftentimes jumps to the first answer that comes to mind. She has a bubbly personality and hardly knows when it's time to stay quiet. Umi is the younger sister to Kami, Nuka, and Romi. She was born in the late winter --too early-- and both her mother and two of her littermates died during the hard birth. She had a sister that had survived a few more days, but was born with a poor heart and died soon after. Umi herself is still much smaller than others her age, but otherwise has grown out of the weakness caused by her early birth. However she sometimes has bouts where she cannot breathe easily in dry weather. { Kami } - - { Male } - - { 3 years 4 months } - - { Protector } In appearace, Kami is almost identical to Roma. Kami shares his sibling's brown fur, complete with darker tabby stripes framing his legs and ears and with darker and lighter streaks in his long fur. White boots cover his hind paws while longer socks rise on his fore. His eyes are golden yellow, framed by lighter markings on his brown fur. However, Kami lacks the ginger undercoat Romi has, making his markings appear more matte than Romi's shine. He also has wider shoulders and a more powerful frame, with long hind claws for power and climbing. Kami is an average cat. He's never been as strong as Nuka, nor as smart as Romi. He can be a bit short tempered, especially when something unexpected occurs. He's flustered easily, and tends towards anger rather than embarrassment in those situations. He hates the cold and has a heart for adventuring, longing to find somewhere warmer to reside. Brother to Nuka; Romi; Umi. { Nuka } - - { Male } - - { 3 years 4 months } - - { Protector } Nuka has thick, dark grey fur. Lighter grey touches the underside of his paws, forming tufts between his paw-pads. He has green eyes and a lighter muzzle with a dark nose. His tail is plumed and lighter grey streaks run to the tip. He is built like a boulder: ragged and unmovable. His claws are short but kept sharp. Nuka is the strength of the three. He's not the wittiest, but has the best instinctual knowledge. While it sometimes takes a while for him to make up his mind, he sticks with his choices to the end and there are usually very few flaws to his reasoning. Brother to Kami; Romi; Umi. { Romi } - - { agender } - - { 3 years 4 months } - - { Healer } In looks, it is difficult for one to discern between Romi and Kami. Roma also has long, brown fur with darker and lighter streaks mixing in. Darker tabby stripes frame their ears and legs down to their white-tipped paws, while lighter markings frame their yellow eyes. However in the light, both siblings look completely different as Romi's fur has patches of ginger underneath that give their fur a patched, shimmering appearance when hit by the sun. Romi is also slimmer than Kami, with a frame for balance and mobility. Romi is the calmest of the three, and arguably the smartest. They have a superb memory and a knack for deductive reasoning that allows them to have an edge in learning new skills or inferring things that they have few facts about. Romi is also the trickster of the group and despite being a healer often operates on their own motivations. Sibling of Nuka; Kami; Umi. |
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 29, 2017 12:47:13 GMT -5
Ahh I'm so glad people are interested in this <33
Everyone's names and forms look great so far! I need to finish my own characters rip
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Post by ♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ on Oct 29, 2017 14:47:09 GMT -5
wip
characters: sinopa (native american: fox / kit fox), mochni (native american: talking bird), sani (arabic: brilliant, splendid), rajiya (arabic: hopeful)
one-sentence descriptions to save the hassle of remembering every little trait (for my use or yours!) :
sinopa: strong, too-loyal gal that rushes into everything without thinking about it
mochni: smart, calm cat that enjoys watching others rather than taking action
sani: bitter, wary guy that wishes he was a protector, complains to himself but the picture of loyalty to others
rajiya: tired outcast that just wants a true home & to be loved
{ aves } - - { they/them }
1. the roleplay standards are nice- not too short, but not too long. a good amount for me no matter my muse.
2. i really liked the bit on divination! it was an interesting read, haha~ the detail you put into everything was also pretty nice.
3. i'm usually on the forums most days, but muse may diminish & i can only chat some days. i try to respond a few times a week at the very least, although i'll give a reason if i can't- if you want more just check my sig ^^
4. i don't have very good samples- i haven't rped cats in a while- but here are a few in this spoiler.
The two ginger tabbies, despite their differing personalities, were as close as could be. While they did go their separate ways occasionally, it was much more likely to see them together, sticking strong even as most cats whispered about their origins. From no-good, filthy outsiders, they would say. They're going to bring trouble. Don't bring them over. As Sunstep fumed, Kestrelstrike only sighed. Sunstep was the day to Kestrelstrike's night, the fury to his calm. They'd stick together even if nobody else would. They had been lucky that Fawnstar had been kind enough to count them as her children when she was deputy and they were kits from a loner- they'd be forever grateful for her generosity.
Spotting Fawnstar in camp, Sunstep's ears perked and Kestrelstrike's tail swished. "Let's go say hello," Sunstep chirped, cheering up at the sight of their adoptive mother. "Come on, Kestrelstrike!" She laughed at the way her brother rolled his eyes, standing up and making her way over with the other ginger tabby in tow.
"Hello, mother," Sunstep purred loudly, happy to see her. It wasn't often that they could do this, often kept busy by patrols and rebuilding their lives, so it was all the sweeter that they could do this now. She nudged Kestrelstrike with a grin and watched as he murmured a quiet "Hello" before she rubbed her head against Fawnstar in a friendly greeting. "How are you doing?"
It was almost night, and as the dusk patrol was sent out, most of SpruceClan was heading to sleep.
Normally, Crowpaw would be doing the same- the day had been tiring, running around the territory with Softstep to get herbs- but tonight she wouldn't be going to sleep at a good time at all.
Dipping her head to Softstep when he gave her a goodnight call and went to go sleep, the dark she-cat looked around to observe the camp. Not many cats were there- with no dusk patrol forming, only a warrior or two was outside. Slipping out of their riverside camp, she crept until she was sure that no cat could notice her and started to run. They had planned to meet in just a little bit, her and her TideClan friend Willowpaw- in one of the hidden caves by the TideClan beach. She didn't mind that she had further to walk than her friend, as it gave her time to appreciate the night.
She trotted through the forest and across a few streams, having to quietly swim through a wider river on her way. Their territory was littered with rivers and streams- it was a delta, after all. Half of their camp was woven in with a mangrove forest. Water came with the territory, literally. Other than OceanClan, perhaps, they were the most in-tune with water. The night only made it more beautiful- the moonlight rippling on the surface of the water while Crowpaw moved through it softly.
After a while, and as night fully descended upon the land, Crowpaw crossed into TideClan's territory.
They held a lot of the forest as well- only a bit, though, and not the best parts. They were half in and out of it, and with another half on the plains, Crowpaw didn't envy the Clan's spot. They did have the majority of the beaches, though, and that was where everyone gathered during Gatherings when it was pleasant, and they went into one of the beach's caves when it rained.
That was no matter. The she-cat exited the forest eventually, right near the beach, and looked around before pelting down. Out in the open, anyone could possibly see her- like a TideClan patrol.
Arriving at the beach and looking around, she went up to the cave they had planned on going to. "Willowpaw? Are you here?"
5. hmm. i don't think i have anything else to add, really. hope you're doing well. the color palette makes me happy. - also, interested in consort / listener's apprentice when the time comes
{ Sinopa } - - { female } - - { 4 years, 3 months } - - { protector }
Compared to her brother, Sinopa is the snow itself- fur unblemished by any other shade, her pelt is as light as the snow that covers the ground. She is large even compared to the average in these times, the perfect example of a well-trained cat- and only scars on her chest say otherwise from a run-in with a quick fox. Her eyes are expressive, unable to hide any emotion- large and blue, always roaming. Training and life in general has lengthened her stride, her posture- a quick and capable molly at peak strength.
Never stopping to ponder her decisions, Sinopa can be merely described as a too-loyal molly that rushes into everything. Relationships, battles, duties- she's earnest and willing to do anything for the ones she loves. Her judgement is simple and true- not that she can't think in a complex manner, but more like she doesn't think it's worth it. She's a cat of action, not of hanging back, and loves deeply and truly. Her bond with her brother, Mochni, is one that cannot be broken. Some might say her loyalty is too strong, that she should think- but that is not Sinopa. She is truthful and passionate and nobody, not even the sovereign can take that away from her.
Sister of Mochni & v v gay. a good loyal fluffy gal lookin for love
{ Mochni } - - { male } - - { 4 years, 3 months } - - { healer }
A slimmer cat than his sister, but just as long-furred and tall. His fur is silky but not pure white, the snowy color broken up by patches of a light grey. Some doubt the fact that they're siblings just by looking, really- their pelts are different, their eyes are different, his a warm hazel compared to Sinopa's sharp blue. He is not built to fight, either, not strong and tough- but tough enough to brave the wilderness they live in. A healer's life suits him with his dexterous paws and unbroken memory, a lean tom.
Diverging even further from his sister, Mochni prefers to stay back and observe before taking any kind of action. He is a calm cat, unshaken by most wounds and actions, and lies come easy to his lips. It's not to say that he isn't a good cat- but if lying in the moment is easier or better to tell, he will do so. It takes time to get to him being open and truthful, currently only with his sister- but pay that no mind. He's reliable in his work, after all, and that's all that matters...right?
Brother of Sinopa, demiromantic/demisexual
{ Sani } - - { male } - - { 1 year, 8 months } - - { gatherer novice }
Many notice Sani's wide yellow eyes before they notice the rest of him. A sandy, light ginger tabby tom, his fur is sleek and unruffled most of the time, showing a calm disposition if you didn't see his eyes. He is long and lean, built for running and hunting, even if he wished otherwise. His pelt is just a bit too short to be considered long-furred- cursed with a medium length pelt in this climate, he spends more time sitting and warming up compared to out and about and doing work.
His demeanor is polite, loyal, kind- but he's so, so bitter inside. Not strong enough to become a protector, he was assigned to become a gatherer- something that makes him fume and pace internally. He's not too fond of most other cats in the clan, especially those that are older than him- in his eyes, they have failed him and his wishes. He hates them just as much as he hates the cold, and Sani is wary to let anyone know just how he feels. Snappish when he's too cold and out in the territory hunting.
Does have parents in the Outlivers but they won't be rped, heteroromantic/asexual
{ Rajiya } - - { female } - - { 3 years, 2 months } - - { spurned one }
An oddity, the reason for her banishment from the group, Rajiya stands strong even with her abnormalities. Two extra tails and a missing leg is better than some, but she was still cast away for it- a three-legged and tailed creature unfit for service. Her pelt is a dark grey, classic tabby markings littering her pelt and only broken up by the white of her chest. Calm hazel eyes, tired with her fate stare out at the world. She isn't the best fighter, but she is a skilled hunter despite her traits.
She's so tired of the life that's been handed to her. Wise for one so young, she can be found trading her intelligence for food- she can hunt, but only in the right conditions. She'll also give companionship for it, but pay that no mind. With dry words and a smart mind, many have been found to take a liking to her. Lately, she's been found trying to figure out a way to get some kind of revenge on the Outlivers, teaming up with Khadija to do so- and slowly thinking of her as some kind of friend or found family.
biromantic/sexual, her littermates (2) are dead and her parents too
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Oct 29, 2017 15:25:59 GMT -5
Brownie - - Glad you decided to stick around <3 Your characters and form look great, I'll go ahead and add you c: I also really like their backstory--it fits quite well within the setting.
♕ - ᴠɪʀɢɪʟ - - I like your samples and I love those names! I'll keep you in mind for those positions. And yeah, I wanted the post length to be flexible - quality over quantity.
Everyone who's finished their form is accepted, though I'll have to approve characters when they're finished.
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Post by whispering on Nov 1, 2017 20:30:15 GMT -5
{ whisper/whisp } - - { she/her }
1. i really liked the roleplay standards section. not too much pressure on how long every post should be.
2. honestly? i don't even know what to choose! everything about this roleplay is just so intriguing and well thought out. but since it looks like i have to choose(lawl), i really like the beliefs they have. the story of avani, averik, and mahin was just sooo beautiful. omfg i just- auughghghg- lovin it too much so far :3.
3. it varies most of the time, i'm in school from 7-2/3 every day so it mostly depends on how what i have to do afterwards. but for the most part, i'm here every day. i'll be sure to let you all know when i won't be online.
4. an excerpt for something i'm currently working on :3
Love. A feeling everyone is told to have experienced at some point in their lifetime. A word every kit is told to by their mothers and fathers. But that's where they lied. Not everyone felt loved at some point in there life. Not everyone was told by their parents that they were loved. Love is an emotion that the 'lucky' ones experienced. Those were the stories they always told you- the ones about the 'lucky' born - but no one seemed to care about those whom weren't lucky enough to experience love. Hmph, I don't blame them much, quiet honestly. Its a sad and pitiful story, and I'm here to tell you my half of this story. The story of how I was an 'unlucky' born kit. And never got the love I deserved. Not like everyone else. And sure, tell me what you want. You'll find it soon enough in life, but nothing, nothing, can ever replace the feeling of rejection from someone you loved deerily. And still love to this very day. No matter how much you deny it.
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Rain poured down onto the forest floor. The freshly fallen water giving life to the plants, but mysery to those within them. The rain was the cause of the fresh and healthy greenery that gave the creatures refuge. Even now, on days like this, the animals could call it home. But that was only for some. For others, days where the rain poured and the skies sent earth trembling thunders, were days where they felt the most at home.
A wide river sloshed hungrily at the earth that blocked it on either side. The brown waters sweeping anything, if not everything, into its wild depths. Just feet away from the dangerous waters, a tiny figure stood. Wide, blue oculars fixed intently at the brown, murky, water. The creature's coat slick to its sides from standing out in the ran for so long. The river was no place for a young cat like he, but he didn't care. This, was when the forest was most beautiful. When the winds howled visciously, and the lightnings' claws scored deep into the sky, when thunder rumbled maliciously and the rain came pelting down. Yes storms like these were dangerous, but they created life for the forest. And the young predator was intrigued by it. Despite the wetness and cold of the rain that made him shiver, he adored it. What would life be without storms like these? Giving a triumphant yowl, the young feline began to prance around in the now soaked forest. Keeping his distance with the river, but enjoying the sloshing sounds of the mud. As well as the mischevious, yet familiar, pitter-patter of the rain as it came pouring down. A joyous laughter escaped the little tom as he played. For once feeling happy. The most happiness he had felt in moons.
"Storm!"
But happiness didn't last forever for this young feline. Now going back to what I had stated earlier, not everyone experienced love from those they were informed to be. But instead, for the unlucky ones, rejection. And Storm no doubt was an unlucky kitten.
The dark pelted cat froze mid-play. Glancing up in regret, forcing the fear down as he turned towards the newcomer. Head bowed in respect. In the midst of the storm, venomous green eyes glared down at the young tom. Storm's happiness draining as a much bigger black female made her way towards him. Distaste and anger clear on her expression. Not the concerned and annoyed look he had, possibly, been hoping for. The tom lowered to his belly as she neared. Remebering the rules.
"What do you think your doing out here in this rain? Do you not remember what I told you this mornign? Have you not learned your lesson yet?" The feminines voice was rough and raspy. Her black fur standing on end in her rage and tail lashing back and forth. The same uneasiness began to well up inside of Storm, whom was now shivering, with his fur soaked in mud. Fear beginning to tickle his pelt at the older felines words. Giving everthing he had left not to tremble this time.
"Just pitiful," She spat, beginning to pace in front of Storm. "A disgrace you are. To even think that I could ever birth a son as pitiful as you. Your father was lucky he could get away while he could." The scorn in her voice made Storm just about lose it, and the storm inside of him began to stir. Thunder rumbled as he looked up to meet his mother's fiery green eyes. And despite his fear, he wasn't going to let her just talk to him like this. He wasn't a disgrace he just needed a break from the den, that was all. "Moth, I-"
A hiss split the air as thunder once more made the ground beneath them tremble. Wrong choice. Storm thought, instantly regretting his actions. Moth's claws unsheathing as she charged towards the young tom. "You will learn to obey me!"
Storm, quick as he could, dodged to the side. Giving a shriek as his mother's outstretched claws scored his flank. Moth glared back over at him, teeth still bared. The hatred clear in her green eyes. Then Storm felt a feeling he had never felt before. It was... anger. Despite how Moth treated him, he had never felt angry with his mother before. Yes she got pretty mean sometimes, but never-ever- to the point where she physically harmed him. Before Moth could launch at him again, Storm took off running. Completely blind for the rain that spattered into his eyes.
An angry yowl sounded from behind him and Storm ran faster. Then the ground beneath him vanished. And his hearing was deafened by the rushing of water. Then icy claws surrounded him on either side. Water rushing into his ears, eyes, and nose. The air escaping his body in bubbles, Storm making a gurgling sound as he struggled to breath. His legs kicking out in helpless thrashes as he fought desperately to get back to the surface. But it just wasn't enough. Floating miserably with the river as conciousness slowly left him. And then everything went black.
And after that, there was no more happiness, no more love, no more anything. Nothing left inside him but a burning hate. A hatred for his mother. Hatred for the storms. A hatred for love. 5. as i stated NUMEROUS times before, i just love this roleplay idea.
{ name } - - { gender } - - { age } - - { position }
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 1, 2017 23:38:40 GMT -5
whispering - - I'm glad you like this roleplay <33 It's become my baby. I'll have to approve your characters when they're finished, but your form looks great and I love your sample c:
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 15:46:21 GMT -5
character notes for meself ~Aquil (intelligent, wise; Arabic) - grumpy hardworking a-hole who needs love and kindness to be his best self
Jamila (beautiful; Arabic) - flirty idiot who's actually somewhat smarter than she seems
Aixa (lively, happiness; Arabic) - cheerful, determined cinnamon roll who gets annoying sometimes
{ Polar, Ari } - - { she/her }
1. The information section of the guidelines caught my attention. I appreciate how you have plenty of resources for us roleplayers to go off of, it really adds to the uniqueness of this roleplay and makes it easier for us to submerse ourselves in the Outlivers' world. I can see the creators put a lot of time and thought into this rp!
2. I found the naming system and the divination section interesting. I feel like the use of nontraditional warrior names allows for more creativity, and I thought the different kinds of divination were pretty cool. I love it.
3. I'm on PST and I'm usually most active in the evenings for a few hours. I can post about two-three times a week, but I'm more active on weekends.
4. I returned to the forums after the old wcf shut down, so I didn't get an opportunity to save any of my old rp samples. I'll hope you'll forgive me for using a human one instead. This one's a little short for me; my posts are usually 400-600 words long. Idk if that's what you're looking for as far as "advancedness" goes, but that's typically my norm Lt. Quince Rodney Sterling
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The woman said nothing for several moments, and Quince felt an odd sensation in his stomach. It was as though the wind had been knocked out of him, yet there was no punch preceding it. Just a sudden absence of air. He inhaled deeply and pushed away from the counter, shoving the churning in his belly to the back of his mind. He’d wondered for a moment if he’d said something wrong, perhaps overstepped some invisible boundary.
But to his relief, she responded with a joke. That was the last thing he’d expected from this staid bartender. He was so surprised he gave an involuntary shout of laughter. “Shouldn’t your father know better? It seems to me like you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself!” He straightened, grinning broadly. “I do hope you’ll forgive me, but I still owe my buddy this drink. Pardon me for a moment, if you will?”
Grasping the glass in his hand a little more firmly than he meant to, he returned to the blond soldier on the opposite side of the pub. Shockingly, even more so than the woman at the counter’s good-humored reply, the boy was talking to someone else. And not just someone else, but another lady. Admittedly, the lady was doing most of the talking, which led him to believe she’d probably initiated the conversation. His heart throbbed with pity for his friend. He caught Nichols’ eye, and when the kid nodded, he backed off. I’ll just keep the drink for myself then, thought Quince. No need to interrupt. At least I get something out of this too.
His eyes eventually found the bartender again. Had he said he’d come back? Or did she expect him to leave now that he’d fulfilled his duty? He couldn’t remember. In any case, for some reason, he wanted to keep talking to her. He felt himself being tugged back, as though he weren’t in control of his own boots, and before he could bat an eye he stood once more in front of the counter.
“Well, shucks. Looks like you got off the hook this time,” he commented, his eyes flickering toward Nichols’ and the girl. He tilted his head, tapping his fingers on the counter again. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know where a fella could exchange his money ‘round here, do ya?”
{ Aquil } -- { male } -- { 3 years, 9 months } -- { protector }
Aquil could most accurately be described as a miniature panther. He possesses a lean, muscular physique with a long, whip-like tail and powerful legs. His head is narrow and tapers to a fine point at his muzzle, and his ears are tall and notched from past skirmishes. His distant Siamese ancestry allows him chips of ice for eyes; his optics are a striking shade of blue and just as sharp and frigid. He has a smooth, short coat of jet-black fur to complete his intimidating appearance, which covers his entire body save for a small, diamond-shaped splash of white on his upper chest.
Aquil’s personality can be compared to a geode: rough around the edges on the outside, with outstanding traits on the inside. Outwardly, his countenance is serious, his face often set in a condescending scowl. Pessimistic, aloof, and equipped with a bottomless supply of sarcastic commentary, he’s often considered a killjoy by his peers. Cynical though he may be, Aquil is valued for his work ethic, rock-hard loyalty, and dependability. Few cats are more trustworthy than he. Though rarely seen, he’s also quite gentle and is capable of being very devoted and doting. However, like a geode, Aquil must be cracked for his true colors to shine through; it just takes the right cat with the right amount of patience to do it.
Aquil is the brother of Jamila and older brother of Aixa. He was born to a small, frail mother who mated young. His mother was physically and mentally weak, and was not suited to survival in the Outlivers’ harsh environment. Miraculously, she survived her first two births, but shortly after her youngest kit was apprenticed, she and her new litter died in childbirth. The mother chose to keep the identity of her mate from her children and the rest of the Outlivers.
He is heterosexual.
{ Jamila } -- { female } -- { 3 years, 9 months } -- { gatherer }
True to her name, Jamila is considered by many to be very beautiful. Thin and graceful, with small paws and a prim, pointed nose, she is delicate by nature. However, her lightweight frame enables her to move swiftly and stealthily, earning her the well-deserved title of gatherer. Her fur is short and sleek, colored a soft dove-gray with hints of silver in her pelt. Her fur fades gently to white around her belly and paws. Her eyes are an interesting shade of murky blue.
If her brother is a geode, then Jamila is fool’s gold; she’s attractive until you find out who she really is. To put it nicely, she is laidback and coquettish. Some particularly honest cats might accuse the easygoing Jamila of being lazy and careless. This is not entirely dishonest, for she is quite airheaded and scatterbrained, and if unsupervised spends more time chatting or flirting than hunting. However, she is also charming and seductive, and she knows this and uses it to her advantage where possible. She’s not afraid to be manipulative or insincere to get what she -- or the group -- wants. That said, Jamila could best be summarized as a heartbreaker, albeit not an especially bright one.
Jamila is the sister of Aquil and older sister of Aixa. She was born to a small, frail mother who mated young. Her mother was physically and mentally weak, and was not suited to survival in the Outlivers’ harsh environment. Miraculously, she survived her first two births, but shortly after her youngest kit was apprenticed, she and her new litter died in childbirth. The mother chose to keep the identity of her mate unknown to her children and the rest of the Outlivers.
She is heterosexual.
{ Aixa } -- { female } -- { 1 year, 3 months } -- { protector novice }
Petite and light-boned, Aixa does not fit the typical description of a protector. She has a triangular head, tall ears, a fluffy tail and small, rounded paws. Her fur is a warm shade of fawn, with faint caramel-colored tabby stripes. She has a cream-colored muzzle and honey-gold eyes that compliment her coat color.
If the sun could be captured within the body of a cat, that cat would be named Aixa. Aixa is well-liked for her good-natured, cheerful personality and determination. Though she would be better suited to being a gatherer, the glory that comes with protecting the Outlivers sounded much more appealing to her. In spite of her small size, she has her eyes set on this position and will have no other. Consequently, Aixa possesses a stubborn streak. Feisty and audacious, she is a cat that lets little stand in her way. Some may find this admirable, but many consider her disrespect toward authority and tendency to take on too large a task irritating. That’s not even to mention her ceaseless chatter and sunny disposition, which can wear on some after awhile. Needless to say, Aixa is definitely a handful, but one whose presence is keenly felt and sorely missed when not around.
Aixa is the younger sister of Aquil and Jamila. She was born to a small, frail mother who mated young. Her mother was physically and mentally weak, and was not suited to survival in the Outlivers’ harsh environment. Miraculously, she survived her first two births, but shortly after her youngest kit was apprenticed, she and her new litter died in childbirth. The mother chose to keep the identity of her mate from her children and the rest of the Outlivers.
She is asexual and aromantic.
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 10, 2017 16:04:58 GMT -5
noble. - - No problem, take your time c: You're welcome to write shorter versions of the character descriptions for now and expand on them later if that'd be easier.
Tealraven - - Ahh, I'm glad to hear you like the roleplay <3 A human sample is fine and yours looks good! That's about my usual post length too so that'll be fine. The name Khadija is already being used, but otherwise your characters look good so far and they're so pretty. Let me know when you're finished and I'll add you to the pages.
I should add a claimed names section later today whoops
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 12:32:05 GMT -5
⤞ r e a aw, tysm! I finished up my forms and changed Khadija's name to Aixa, so you can add them whenever
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 11, 2017 18:36:01 GMT -5
perfect c: everything looks all good. I have a friend over at the moment; I'll add you when I can get on my computer later
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 14, 2017 17:31:38 GMT -5
noble. - - Taras looks all good c: You're welcome to start roleplaying.
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Genderqueer
noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Nov 14, 2017 23:20:37 GMT -5
noble. - - Taras looks all good c: You're welcome to start roleplaying. BLESS your soul <3 |
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Post by lozi on Nov 15, 2017 19:17:41 GMT -5
{ Astro's Joining Application }
{ astro } - - { she/her }
1. The divergence from the books really gives this RP a unique spin.
2. I found the different types of divination interesting, as well as the soul being reincarnated rather than going to a place of rest.
3. Currently, I'm try to juggle academics and extra-curricular activities, so my activity is not as optimal. I try to check on every day, and hopefully will be able to get a couple of posts up a week.
4. It's a wee-bit old, but I haven't written for cats in a while.
Cliffe was curled up in his den, his long ticked pelt damp from the moisture in the air. It had gotten down to his bones, making him achey and stiff all over. He was lying near the opening of the cave, as the cold rarely bothered him through his thick fur. His tail was over his nose, his whole body curled up in his nest. The poor young cat nearly leaped out of his skin in surprise at his leader's yowl.
He had barely had the time to shake the sleep from his eyes and clamber out of the cave before orders were being given. What was going on? The groggy apprentice rose to all fours and dashed out of the cave to join the huddle of cats. Snow. That was what was going on. Pushing back a grumpy huff, he sat on the ground, shivers running up his spine as he came in contact with the freezing ground. He bent his neck to quickly clean himself up. Being late, he hadn't had time to look presentable, but hey, he wasn't in that bad of a shape.
Cliffe wasn't in the mood to deal with other cats today. Was he ever? Either way, he was especially not looking forward to today. His sore body was slowly losing heat as the snow fell, stealing away his body heat. No time to worry about that right now. For now, he had to find his mentor. Every muscle under his pelt begged to return to slumber, but Cliffe ignored it, allowing himself to stretch his weary form before searching for his mentor. He scanned the crowd for the Maine coon he had trained under for several moons, finally finding him. He raced over to him, the cold air stinging his muzzle and biting his warm ears.
"Good morning, sir." Cliffe's voice was gruff, but respectful, as was expected. "Sorry for keeping you, sir."
5. I'm used to roleplaying human/humanoids so I'm a little out of shape on animals. I just couldn't resist ashes to ashes though... ^.^''
{ Ohanzee } - - { Male } - - { 1.5 years } - - { Novice Protector }
Ohanzee has a huge, admirable build, reasonable since he is a maine coon after all. His dark fur is silky soft, due to careful maintenance. It's not that Ohanzee feels the need to look one hundred percent at all moments, rather, he really doesn't have the time and patience to chunk time to dig out twigs or debris from his dark grey hairs. His fur begins darker at the roots, lightening towards the tips. He has no trouble keeping warm, seeing as his thick fur covers his form, especially thick on his neck. If you didn't catch his sheer size, Ohanzee is best remembered for his gorgeous pale green eyes. The closest shade you could compare them to would be something like tea green.
Ohanzee is quiet and cold, harsh like the environment around him. He's loyal, and his main focus is his duties and becoming the best Outliver that he can possibly be. He wants nothing more than to be shown praise and respect, and to someday be remembered for doing a great service for the Outlivers. No cat is closer to him than his sole surviving litter-mate, Taima. They stick to each other like burrs on a cat's pelt, and stoically support each other with little spoken words. There are many pieces to Ohanzee, but few have the time or interest to figure out the puzzle that makes up Ohanzee's mind.
It is thought that Ohanzee's mother, Adoette, was having an affair, unbeknownst to her mate, Agni, leading to superfecundation in Ohanzee and Taima's litter. The rumors were rooted in the fact that Ohanzee and Taima looked absolutely nothing alike, in size, and pelt, the only trait they share being their eye colors. Shamed, she fled the group in the night. With no mother to care for them, the unweaned kits could not survive the long, dark night. It is said that Ohanzee was found the next morning, huddled around the tiny Taima for warmth. Under the watch of an adopted mother, Luyu, they grew into fine young toms.
Ohanzee is bisexual.
{ Taima } - - { Male } - - { 1.5 Years } - - { Novice Gatherer }
Taima and Ohanzee might as well be polar opposites. Taima is lean and lanky, long of legs and tail, though his thin frame is bulked by his thick, medium length hair. His pelt itself has a calico tabby made up of black with silver stripes, ginger with paler colored stripes, and thick patches of white on his chest, neck, and legs. His ears are rather large for his head, a trait many find endearing. Aside from having nothing else but breed to share with Ohanzee, their eyes look exactly the same. Same shade of tea green, same elegant, composed aura.
The brothers' differences don't just stop at appearance. While Ohanzee is quiet and brooding, Taima can only be described as full of life. He's always cracking jokes, and has quite the persistent charm. Deep down, Taima greatly fears rejection or not being good enough. It explains his over the top facade, that so far, most cats seem to buy. Taima often confides in Ohanzee, his source of grounding in the group of Outlivers.
It is thought that Taima's mother, Adoette, was having an affair, unbeknownst to her mate, Agni, leading to superfecundation in Ohanzee and Taima's litter. The rumors were rooted in the fact that Ohanzee and Taima looked absolutely nothing alike, in size and pelt, the only trait they share being their eye colors. Shamed, she fled the group in the night. With no mother to care for them, the unweaned kits could not survive the long, dark night. It is said that Ohanzee was found the next morning, huddled around the tiny Taima for warmth. Under the watch of an adopted mother, Luyu, they grew into fine young toms.
Taima is v v V Gay.
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Post by ⤞ r e a on Nov 17, 2017 12:28:10 GMT -5
lozi - -
yes. good. we always need more very gay characters.
your form looks all good so you're in, and I like your sample. as for your characters, two things stuck out to me--I wouldn't consider their eye color unusual enough to be "shocking" though it may not be the most common, and the phrase "no one can resist his persistent charm" is a bit problematic in Taima's description as it's generalizing and assuming other characters' reactions to him. Rephrasing it as something more like "he has a persistent charm" would be an improvement. and just to add as a reminder he will need to be sterile as a male calico, though that's not any issue with the form. but overall I quite like them both--just some phrasing. if you could revise those details you're free to start roleplaying c: thanks for joining!
also I love your avatar ah
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Post by lozi on Nov 18, 2017 12:01:28 GMT -5
⤞ r e a
Alright, I've updated their forms. Thanks for letting me know.
Isn't it cute? Sparkscatter drew it for me.
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