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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 22:31:52 GMT -5
Alex growled softly as his fangs appeared and his muscles bunched as he partially went wolf. However he was able to quell it and he sighed and walked away.
Jay smiled and walked beside Kari. “So could you show me around?”
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 20, 2017 22:32:00 GMT -5
Indeed.
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 20, 2017 22:45:56 GMT -5
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 20, 2017 23:06:55 GMT -5
{{ OH Y'ALL ONE OF MY DRAGON EGGS HATCHED LOOKIT }}
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 20, 2017 23:30:10 GMT -5
{{ RIGHT?!?!?!
Edit .xx. How do I make a cool siggie? Asking for a friend (Plot twist it's me) }}
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 20, 2017 23:34:39 GMT -5
(Hey guys sorry for the poof! Back for a bit!)
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 20, 2017 23:52:20 GMT -5
{{ Lowkey thinking of having Nivea develop a crush on Connor (And possibly another person *coughcough*agirl*coughcough*) just because I live for making my characters S U F F E R }}
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 20, 2017 23:54:31 GMT -5
(I need to make my trans gay boy but. All the guys are straight rip Nicola)
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 20, 2017 23:55:31 GMT -5
{{ *cough* i could make aaron have a sudden realization that OH LORDY I'M NOT STRAIGHT *cough* }}
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 0:01:07 GMT -5
(love it. lets do it)
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 0:02:38 GMT -5
{{ *cough* SUFFER WITH ME *cough* also YES LET'S }}
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 0:18:07 GMT -5
Nicola Fournier | 20 | Normal | Trans boy, homosexual |
Name | Age | Rank | Gender, pronouns, sexuality |
A fit young man, Nicola looks like he belongs at the sea. His hair has grown from its original shortly cropped nature, and now falls at an awkward length near his shoulders, the brown locks often tickling the back of his neck. The top half of his hair if often sported in a little bun or ponytail, though despite his best efforts, small pieces make their way back to his face, poking his eyes as he tries to read. His eyes are a spectacular light blue; without a doubt, they will be the first thing you notice about him. Either that, or the scar that traces the curve of his chin. The light scar is highlighted by the tan, light brown skin, accented by numerous freckles. His eyebrows are thick and bushy, and often knitted together as he thinks. Nicola is 5'7, and very conscious about his small frame. To make up for it, he is always making sure he is in peak physical condition. He isn't the strongest in the pack, not by a long shot, but he can hold up a steady sprint or swim for a great amount of time; his cardio is impeccable. He wears button up short sleeve shirts with interesting patterns on them, such as dogs or the map of the world, jeans, and shoes that were very cheap but look nice. Nicola is incredibly intelligent. The young man was memorizing constellations before he could walk. The stars always guided him home, more reliable than the winding, nonsense streets of his French hometown. Though, Nicola has great difficulty reading. That isn't much of a problem, though, as he will stare at the text until his headache threatens to rip through his skull; knowledge is power. One can often see him pressing the heel of his palm to his head, trying to alleviate the pressure. Nicola is kind in nature, but knows when and where to be tough and stand up. He never doubts himself, and believes himself to be one of the most intelligent around. | Nicola appears as a very average sized wolf. He looks arctic in nature, his fur very pale, and his eyes blue. He keeps the scar that runs along his chin, which now stains his muzzle, looking worse in his wolf form, which was where he received it. |
Nicola has his parents and sisters back in Louisiana, New Orleans. The family had moved from France when he was 5, and now resides in the French quarter, running a bakery that is popular among tourists. | Nicola is from a French city most don't care enough about to pronounce correctly. He grew up speaking French and English fluently, as his parents were fluent in either one of the other. He has many sisters, and is the second youngest. He was born with a twin, and though he doesn't regret leaving home a single day, he does miss his twin sister. She remains his best friend, even if he hasn't seen her in almost a decade. He hopes to see her soon. Nicola lives for the sea. The light reflecting off the waves in glittering patterns, the stillness, the way it doesn't care if you live or die, but allows you to sail either way. His favorite is the drying salty air, and the smell of the rain on the beach. |
Nicola is known to be an excellent cook, almost better than his father.| mourningdove |
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 0:18:25 GMT -5
(my boi. ive drawn him so many times)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 21, 2017 0:19:44 GMT -5
(Ayyy Connor x Nivea 10/10 ship)
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 0:19:53 GMT -5
{{ YEAHHH BOYYYYY
Edot .xx. AAYEE NEW SHIP AHHH now we need a name... #Nivonnor? #Covea?}}
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 0:24:53 GMT -5
{{ Sudden realization that #Covea reminds me of Covefe and.. we do not need Covefe in our life.. }}
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 0:34:19 GMT -5
(would u wanna start aaron and nicola??)
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 0:35:43 GMT -5
{{ Yeah sure.. Maybe Nicola comes in for like a scratch or something and Aaron just.. *sudden realization* *gayness intensifies* }}
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 0:42:34 GMT -5
(gotcha)
Nicola didn't like going to the healers. They were always busy, and most of the time, he could help himself on any injury that presented itself. Shoot, he would even skip getting antibiotics from them; why build up the resistance? Unfortunately, Nicola didn't have enough hands, or the tape, to deal with this one. Sporting a wound that was all show, the young man was holding a once light blue dish towel to his shoulder, which was red with his blood. The cut was long, but fairly shallow. It wasn't a big deal at all, really, and Nicola felt his cheeks flush as he entered the building where the healers could be found. Finding Aaron, Nicola lightly placed a hand on the other man's shoulder, whose back was turned to him. "I'm sorry, Aaron, I just need a little help here." He admitted bashfully, more upset about being a nuisance and the fate of his favorite button down than his small wound.
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 0:52:44 GMT -5
Aaron jumped lightly before turning around. "Oh, hey Nicola! Yeah I can help, come sit up on the table." He walked towards his table, ignoring the urge to glance back at the other boy. It's just to make sure he's alright, he told himself.
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 0:58:23 GMT -5
Nicola apologized for scaring the boy, hoisting himself up onto the table, his legs now dangling as the sanitary paper crinkled beneath him. "Can't believe I ruined this shirt." He lamented, lowering the towel away from his shoulder, hesitating before placing it on the table beside him, turning his nose up at it ever so slightly. "Tell me you aren't too busy. I'd deal with it myself if it wasn't so hard to reach." A pause. "-and if it didn't probably need to be glued."
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 1:03:41 GMT -5
Aaron chuckled, "Mate I'm literally here so that you guys don't have to deal with stuff like this," he gestured to the boy's shoulder, "yourselves. Now, I'm probably gonna have to cut the shirt away from the wound. Is that alright?" His eyes drifted down to the wound, and he pretended that he wasn't staring more at the shoulder itself than the wound. I'll worry about this later, I need to focus on helping him.
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Post by mourningdove on Dec 21, 2017 1:10:45 GMT -5
"This shirt doesn't deserve to suffer more than it already has." Nicola argued, his tone light before his expression became shadowed, if only for a moment. No one in the pack really knew about him, despite the healers, and his hesitation to undress was habitual now. Never seen without a shirt, even when swimming and working out, his caution was understandable. Reminding himself that he was in front of a healer, who had all sworn to not tell anyone, he let out a breath and unbuttoned his shirt, shifting it away from his shoulder for Aaron, biting his lip as he noticed the blood on his binder. Now he would have to wash this too; great.
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 1:22:50 GMT -5
"Okay, well, it doesn't look deep. Maybe just some stitches, or I can glue it. But either way, you will need to come back in a few days to make sure there's no infection," he told Nicola as he moved around to begin cleaning the wound. He hummed lowly as he worked, his eyes never once leaving his work. The lyrics came naturally to him, helping him stay focused.
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 1:23:49 GMT -5
(AHH! I was away for so long! What's going on now/Where's Aurora, LOL.) Her and Stephen are back at the Den w/ Connor, and Nivea is trying to make sure Aurora is okay. }}
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Post by 【r】【e】【d】【s】【o】【n】【g】 on Dec 21, 2017 1:34:37 GMT -5
{{ I gotta go to bed guys, I'll be back on tomorrow!! Night! }}
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