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“Scars tell stories. Everybody knows that. Stories can reveal, stories can hurt and stories can bleed.” Name: Tarn Age: 15 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Species: Tiger Role: Hunter Weapon: Recurve Bow and Arrows Appearance: He has a rather long nose. It looks sort of droopy too, but it’s considered “roman nosed” or “aquiline”. It’s not just long either, it’s large. Like someone shoved a clown nose on his face and it melded in with his skin. Fittingly, his eyes often have a disappointed or disapproving look to them. It’s as if he can read your thoughts about his hooked snout. However, that is his just resting face. His thin eyes are a dull yellow-grey color. Above them are curved black brows that are like crescents. His natural skin tone is a light penny color, but due to being outside most of the day, his skin is tan bronze while his nose’s tip is usually burnt. His skin is marked by freckles on his face, just under his eyes and on the bridge his nose. He carries scars but they are not too noticeable. There are none on his face although his sniffer almost got shortened once. One stretches along his left side and it curves around to his hip. Another is a patch of skin on his right flank that never really healed properly from a fire. His left ear has notches in it and all other scars are below the surface of the skin. His lips are full and often dry. His face is a sharp heart shape with prominent cheekbones. His hair is a midnight black and in the light it glints a blue sheen. It is worn down to his shoulders and tied back into a low ponytail. It is oily and unclean, but brushed. His ears are like furry cups on his head. They are black with white dots on the back of each and the base of them, right as they melt into his hair, are a golden orange. He also has striped fur on his right hip from where he was burned. When he had changed back from a beast to a man, that certain part didn’t change with him and remained to this day as a horrid scarred patch of fur on flesh. He makes sure he is rarely shirtless so that his side scar is hidden. He never removes his stained trousers unless he is alone. He doesn’t like the scar because it tells too much of his past. A past that he doesn’t like. He is often in a white shirt and brown pants. His shoes are leather boots and around his neck is a tiger tooth necklace. He won’t say whose but there have been stories and there have been guesses. Rarely have they been right. As an animal, his pupils narrow and grow smaller. His feet and hands become massive paws and a long, striped tail is tipped with black. His copper complexion changes into a fuzzy orange, some markings are white and others are black. His body is marked by the black streaks while his cheeks are a fluffy white. The only constants are his furry ears and his scarred thigh. He is confident physically except for his scars. He knows that he has a decent amount of stamina and he’s a capable fighter, so he doesn’t sweat too much about being able to defend himself. He has a muscular build and his back muscles are impressive due his ability to draw 60 lbs. He isn’t the tallest person, but he isn’t the shortest either. Standing at about 5’ 5”, he still has room to grow. His weight is about 135 lb. He is left handed. Personality: •Distant •Quiet •Watcher/Listener •Gentle •Socially Awkward •Blushes Easily •Likes to Laugh •Secretive •Noise Sensitive •Cautious •Cool-Headed •Self-Controlled •Deep Lover •Protective Tarn can be distant and quiet. He likes to watch and he likes to listen. This does not mean that he isn’t a talker. He can talk, but you have to start the conversation. He’s not cold or harsh to others, he’s rather gentle. It’s just that he’s sort of socially awkward and he doesn’t really know how to start a conversation without it being clumsy. He blushes easily as well and he likes to laugh. Laughing is the best form of medicine is something that his mother always said. However, he won’t respond when it gets personal. He’s fine with the surface talk and the joking, but he won’t explain his scars. Especially his burn. He knows that people are curious creatures so he tries his best not to reveal that part of his body. He wears the tiger tooth around his neck and he won’t answer any questions about it. Instead he lets people dream up what they want to. He highly believes in that his life is his life and not anyone else’s. He’d only reveal that part of his history to only a close and trusted friend. One that’s like a steel trap and won’t blab to the rest of the group. He has yet to find that someone. He is secure in his role as a hunter and in his capabilities to provide for the group. He is sensitive to loud noises and is slightly scared of thunder. He doesn’t like the noise of popped balloons (if they exist) or motors (if they exist). He will wince/cover his ears from any gunshots. He is usually a cautious person and rarely does he do anything that is against the rule books or without looking twice. He is usually a cool headed person who doesn’t act irrationally. If he is angry, it’s a cold shoulder that might end up in harsh snapping. When he’s angry, he is angry. He keeps it to himself for a while, his anger just boiling, but it will get to a point where the pot over flows and burns the other person. His eyes will narrow and he’ll attack you both physically and orally. He usually can control his impulses and emotions, but sometimes things just slip. Sometimes they’re good things, like a kiss in the rain. Other times they are feelings that have been stirring inside of him for weeks and months, like his anger. He usually always has some form of regret after words, good or bad. When he is in love or has a crush, he is prone to be shy and somehow his shoes become interesting. He usually has to force himself to look her in the eyes. When he falls, he falls hard. And when he lands, something always breaks. Usually his heart, but occasionally his ribs. His love is like water, dangerous, relaxed and comforting. He will kill for you and anyone who hurts you is going to pay somehow. His family and friends are worth it all to him. Even when they don’t deserve it. Strengths (2+): Capable Fighter Gentle Protective Weaknesses (2+): Socially Awkward Secretive Scared of Loud Noises Crush: Eventually Arya Mate: None Other: 15, Dog |
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Edited at March 22, 2022 10:00 AM by The Midnight Wolves
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Can I reserve a kid and a another character wherever fits? |
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Of Course! ^^
Spiritus Lunae said:
Can I reserve a kid and a another character wherever fits?
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Could I reserve a Patroller and a Warrior? Will get them done asap :) |
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Name Lyra Age 16 Gender Female Sexuality Straight Species Barn Owl Role Patroller Weapon A light wooden staff Appearance With a tall, slender, and somewhat delicate build, Lyra doesn't appear especially strong, and she isn't. Her fair skin has tanned to a pale gold over the years. Fine, golden-brown hair reaches down to the middle of her back. The only feature indicating her animal form, are the several golden barn owl feathers that seem to be threaded through her hair. Lyra's reserved nature shows in her grey-blue eyes, quiet, watching. Her facial features, although not quite sharp, are well-defined, with high cheekbones. Her resting expression may often appear blank, or even somewhat sad. Personality Perhaps her most obvious personality trait is how reserved she is. Always seeming to deliberately distance herself from her surroundings, Lyra just observes, and rarely interferes. As a result, even though she grew up in this group, hardly anyone truly knows much about her. In fact, she doesn't know that much about herself, either.
Although generally silent, and always putting on a calm front, Lyra isn't an especially intimidating figure. But she is not a person to be crossed when it comes to the people she cares about, or things she believes in, as she will defend them fiercly in any way available to her. Although taught to have a highly logical view of life by her deceased mother, Lyra is an artist at heart, music and clay sculpting being two of her favourite activities. Her flute, carved from a deer's bone, is especially precious to her, as she made it with her mother. She still has a single golden feather tied to it - one of her mother's. Strengths
- Very intelligent, with attention to small details, allowing her to very quickly aquire new skills and knowledge. - Being part owl, Lyra has very sharp hearing, and can see better than most in the dark. This might explain her dislike of loud noises, and bright lights.
Weaknesses
- Often gives off the vibe of a loner, subconsciously and unnecessarily distancing herself from others. Not good at talking to people. - Can't stand hot weather - she will cope with (and even sometimes enjoy) the cold, but not the heat, which makes her feel sleepy and interferes with her ability to think straight.
Crush None, may develop in RP. Mate None, may develop in RP. Other Lyra spent 15 years wishing she was a feline, before accepting reality. ------- WIP Name Eikarr Age 17 Gender Male Sexuality Straight Species Fallow Deer (Melanistic)
Role Warrior Weapon Twin Swords, also carries a dagger
Appearance Tall, light, and lithe, Eikarr is a quick and agile warrior, very skilled despite often being lighter and weaker than his opponents. High, sculpted cheekbones, a straight nose, and a narrow jaw give his features a sharper appearance. A slender set of dark brown antlers grows through his shoulder-length black hair. His ears, positioned just a little higher than a normal human's, resemble those of a deer, being larger, pointed, and covered in short, soft fur. His eyes, a dark blue-green color, have a horizontal pupil. The whites barely show in the corners of his eyes. His rather deer-like eyes give him a somewhat unnerving quality.
In his deer form, Eikarr is not especially big, although he does have an impressive set of antlers. His coat is of a faded black color, the white spots along his back and sides showing clearly. Personality WIP Strengths - Quick thinker and great strategist
- Agile and skilled warrior Weaknesses
- Mostly thinks in terms of personal gain, and will generally sacrifice anything and anyone in the blink of an eye.
- Can sometimes get tangled up in his own schemes, and has a general tendency to overcomplicate simple things. Crush None, may develop in RP. Mate None, may develop in RP. Other 15 Snakes
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May I reserve a child slot? |
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Name: Rylee Davison Age: 10 Gender: Female Sexuality: Ace Species: Dall Sheep (Lamb) Role: Kid Weapon?: Rylee doesn't carry an actual weapon Appearance: Rylee has often been compared to, or mistaken for, a satyr. From the waist down, her body is rather similar to a sheep’s, with furred, hooved legs and a small woolen tail. Long, drooping ears hang from her skull and a pair of tiny horns peek out from the top of her head. Her white-grey hair grows in thick and soft, not unlike wool. Because of its hard to maintain qualities, she often needs help detangling and brushing the locks out, as she isn't skilled enough to do it on her own. With the help of some trusty shears, she cuts her hair every summer to keep it from getting too unmanageable. Because of her oddly shaped lower half, Rylee tends to wear shorts, no matter the weather, as the thick wool on her legs is more than enough to keep her warm. She goes without shoes, preferring to walk around barefoot, even if it's hell trying to clean the mud from her hooves. Her top is covered by a light tee and a denim jacket that she exchanges for a parka in the winter. At 4’3” Rylee is somewhat average in height for her age but is little funny looking porportionally, still in that awkward phase between a baby and an adult with the comically large ears and big brown eyes. Personality: Rylee is a very sweet and affectionate child, if not just a tad cheeky. She can be quite touchy, as she has no qualms against going up to and straight-up hugging someone's leg or leaning against them. It comforts her as a herd animal to stay close to the group and socialize with the other kids. She's very physically active and can be rather loud when she gets worked up, but is otherwise a rather obedient kid. Strengths (2+):
With those tiny horns coming in, Rylee often finds herself headbutting trees, walls, and sometimes even people. Just be careful, because this kid has a skull thick enough to give others a concussion if she knocks heads with them.
Kicking is also a very viable option for defense as those hooves of hers can literally shatter bone.
Her legs are the strongest part of her body, so it is not unfathomable that she's a fast sprinter and her hooves are rather dense, meaning she can cover tough terrain with somewhat ease. Weaknesses (2+):
Sheep are animals that naturally flock together. Rylee will always seek out the biggest group of people to hang around and will panic if she cannot keep at least three individuals within her sight. Often referred to as autophobia (fear of being alone).
She's forced to live off of a vegan diet, as she literally cannot digest meat. Because of this, she relies on iron supplements.
Being a prey animal, Rylee is rather shy and sometimes even fearful of most medium to large predators.
Her instincts will always compel her to freeze at the first sign of danger, quickly followed by fleeing, and only in extreme cases will a fight response will be pulled out of her. Crush: None. She holds admiration for Omica and Sylvar, as the only adult prey animals of the group, but she doesn't have anyone her age to crush on as of yet. Mate: N/A Other: 15 F R O G :)
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Edited at March 22, 2022 11:43 PM by The Midnight Wolves
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