Protector Form

Name: Perseus Aquilo

Nickname: Percy

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Tribe: Wind

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:

“The wind has had a child!”

“Oh, so that was why it was screaming yesterday.”

People talk and they talk in rumors. Many people think that he’s a giant bird because of these rumors. But they aren’t wrong. He looks very similar to them.

The most recognizable aspect of his appearance is his hair. It isn’t quite white, but it certainly not brown or gold—nevertheless black. It’s sort of a cream color that sort of darkens in the winter months as a light tan. Underneath his pale nest of hair is a rather long face. Everything seems to be stretched out a little bit extra on him.

His dusty brown eyes are almond shaped, but they are a touch longer at the corners. His nose is long and slender like a hummingbird’s bill and his nostrils seems just a touch squished like an oval. Even his ears are just a touch out of proportion, their lobes being lengthier. His lips, by George, his lips! They seem the only thing normal to the average person, even if they can be barely seen. However, this touch makes him seem even more peculiar. Kind of as if he had ridden a rollercoaster at birth and the sharp breeze had sheered his face so much that those awkward, wind-stung faces became permanent.

But of course, it isn’t just his head that is long. His body is tall as well with his knees sort of knobby-like and his arms looking like the wings of a bird’s skeleton. Maybe this has something to due with that his bones are hollow. Probably not because the rest of the Tribe of Wind looks fine. He certainly isn’t exactly pretty, unless you like pastel-headed sticks.

He’s broken a couple of bones before. None of them being very pretty (or serious) and a good amount happened because he was playing with his elemental animal, Bellerophon the Pegasus. Now he’s a bit careful around the beautiful white creature who is still affectionate.

He has been told that he looks good in black, so he usually has some form of it on. Usually he is dressed in grey and sometimes blues. Yeah, he likes the color blue. It’s the color of the sky no matter the hour or season. He believes that the night time sky is not black, but rather navy. He likes to have a splash of white somewhere on him too, to show his heritage and who his people are. Usually this is in the form of a white pegasus that is sewn onto the left shoulder of his tops. If he is wearing a cloak, it is above his heart.

Personality:

•Usually Frightened •Anxious •Feisty •Mean •Asocial •Unselfish-ish •Uncaring •Clever •Likes Animals •Patriotic

“This is who I am, get used to it. I’m not a god-like, pegasus master with the wind blowing in my hair like I’m a stinking Disney Princess.”

Meet Percy. Poor child is frightened most of the time and half of the time he doesn’t know why. His fears originate from his anxious mind and partially from rumors. The majority is from people’s expectations. He hates that he's supposed to live up to the prophecy. That he’s supposed to be some great warrior demi-god riding into battle on a flying horse to save the day. He hates that. He doesn’t want people to see him just as one of six who’ll make peace fall upon the land. So he ends up disappointing them and several people don’t believe that that is who he is. He also hates that too. The fact that people think he’s a lying fraud who just wants attention. No, he’s a scrawny, shrimpy teenager so get over the description your great grandma told you, he wasn’t even alive then. He doesn’t like it that people are trying to rip off his identity and hang it on some other guy’s throat just because the guy is built like a gorilla and isn’t scared of fireworks.

“I mean, c’mon people! I can’t read! ‘X’ is my signature!”

He’s also kind of done with people. They are so whiny and they are really ridiculous. He can be mean and cruel to people sometimes and he won’t apologize, although he does occasionally feel some guilt. If it was up to him, he’d become a hermit and die young (he doesn’t like the thoughts of his body decaying as an old man). But it’s not up to him and he’s not that selfish. A prophecy must be fulfilled after all, plus one can’t live their hermit years in peace if there is the constant worry of being torched by some stupid lava lizard or whatever. And if he doesn’t survive, dying trying to save the world is a cool way to go, y’know.

“Bellerophon! No! I do not want to play! Please go away, I’ll take care of you later.”

Interesting thing is that he thinks about dying a lot. Anyway, he's a clever boy who has a heart for most animals. Not horses, but most animals. He had had a bad fall from the back of Bellerophon and almost died, so he's sorta scared of equine now. However, Bellerophon has not got the memo so he still rubs up and down on him, constantly wanting to spend some time together. So it seems that they usually play hide and seek or tag. When he was younger he was sensitive about his physical features and he doesn't really care anymore—unless it is a compliment. A compliment will shock him beyond anything he could ever think of.

Likes (3+):

-blue

-water

-solitude

-warm hot chocolate

-interested in death (not suicidal or anything, just curious how it is to die and what the afterlife is really like)

-animals

-forests

Dislikes (3+):

-expectations

-accused of being a liar

-really loud people

-being called names

-most all people

-being pitied

-orange things

-pain

Strengths (3+):

-he can feel objects without touching them if he focuses in where they are. He has to have been at the location it at least once before in semi-recent memory. It's not seeing, it's feeling.

-intelligent (to a point)

-dutiful

-patriotic

Weaknesses (3+):

-fearful

-scared of loud noises

-can’t read

-scared of equine

Other: Neville Longbottom

Rising Shadows' Dog RP | Semi Lit (200+)

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Name: Cawls

Age: 2.5 years

Gender: Male

Rank: Warrior

Tribe: Oak

Appearance:

Rounding percentages/predictions based off of previous knowledge and history:

50% Pembroke Welsh Corgi, 20% Doberman, 15% Basset Hound, 10% Samoyed, 5% Bulldog

Cawls is really disappointed in his genetics. He’s not the tallest creature in the world, one could even call him petite. But of course, not in front of him. Standing at the short height of a foot to the withers, this poor fellow received this unfortunate stance from his grandmother and his lowered body causes him to seem fatter than what reality is. His thickness does not help. He has a sloping, curved chest that is covered in a down of fluff that is beneath a water resistant coat. His body type is low and it sort of leans to the chubbier side naturally. He is actually fluffy and this makes up a lot of what is assumed of his “rotund” shape, even though he is a piggy. However, he is of a healthy weight. An interesting and important shape to him is that he is long, a trait that he gained from his PWC and Basset Hound ancestors. His tail takes after the PWC the most, as it is fluffy, long and it curls up over his back. His fluffiness is in between that of a PWC and Samoyed. His ears are short, floppy and hairy; it’s shape very similar to a Bulldog’s. His head shape is foxy in appearance, but the muzzle is slightly longer.

His fur coloring takes after his great grandpa who takes most credit for the funky eyebrows he got over his eyes. The first base is a white that particularly sticks out on his chest and rear buns. The later is something that he is actually quite embarrassed about, so he sits whenever he particularly feels sensitive. The second layer is like a cloak and hood of dark brown that looks like black, but it shines as a copper. This cloak goes over his head, cowling his eyes, cheeks and right ear. The cloak parts drapes down his back so that his elbows, knees and most of his tail are covered. Then he has some little brown markings that are painted over each rich earthy eye onto his eyebrows. The one on his left is a bit larger and looks like the job was done by a sleepy artist because it drips down a little bit on the tear duct side of the eye. There are some of the same chocolatey brown coloring that splashes itself onto his white muzzle, especially where his large, black nose is. Then there are some small, teeny tiny freckles of the same brown that appear on his upper face and gums. A large patch of this brown interrupts of the carpet of super dark brown on his back as it is in the perfect midsection. His feet are white, but a couple toes share the same freckles as his face. The tip of his fluffy tail is white, like a painter’s brush.

Personality:

•Proud •Sensitive •Piggy •Easily Embarrassed •Occasionally Tense •Insecure •Friendly •Barely Optimist •Hardworker

He is proud and sensitive. His pride is in his work and pack. He likes to be at his best and he believes that he knows his limits. He, however, has a lot to learn. He’s proud that his pack has survived throughout many different difficulties and the wild. Especially when a majority of them were originally not made for the rough life of the wilderness. He is sensitive about his height and length and whenever it is mentioned he gets a bit cross. He hasn’t learned to roll with these punches and a main reason why is because he is a pack animal. He doesn’t like to be different from the others, being long, short and chubby looking. He does not like his markings at all. His bottom buns are white while he got this quirky black patch on his back and it’s just so horrific. He can be very tense at times.

He is a piggy and likes his food. He isn’t food aggressive, but he’s definitely more prone to that rather than a dog who only eats to live. He can definitely be selfish over it and will probably eat more than his share if allowed. He drools whenever it is time to eat, but he tries to keep it inside his mouth. Unfortunately, it does not work most of the time. He can easily get embarrassed, but it isn’t well hidden. His facial expressions express it and if he was a human, he’d be a tomato red.

Because he is insecure about his body, he can be nervous about socializing. He has a very sociable manner and he likes other dogs, but he is scared that they won’t like him. So whenever he talks to someone else, he usually always sits or tries to turn his bottom away from what they could see. Once they’ve hung out together and he knows that they’ve seen his buns, he relaxes. He usually avoids some dogs that have an intense and sort of aggressive air around them due to fear and that they might persecute him. He usually hangs around the more open and outgoing ones, but he does like to talk to the more soft spoken dogs too.

He is usually a cheery dog whose tail is usually wagging, but his optimism is almost overcome by his pessimism. He likes to chase animals and occasionally an instinct tells him to nip at the heels of other dogs. He has control over this most of the time, but occasionally it pops out just as it did when he was still an unruly child. He does like to dig and it’s one of his favorite past times. Especially in the summer, it’s nice to lie in a nice, freshly dug hole under the shade of a tree. He is not fond of water and he prefers to avoid any puddles that he might encounter. It’s not a fear. He’ll cross a body of water if he must, but certainly while complaining about getting and being wet and cold.

Affiliations: WIP

Raven | Friend

Mora | Friend
Met by her speaking to him

Sage | Half Sister by Father

Not close

Crush: None for now

Mate: None for now

Pups: None for now

Other:

His foxy head shape plus his lengthy muzzle makes him perfect for snapping and biting at things. He particularly would be good at herding livestock, particularly cattle as he is the type to get overzealous in his biting, causing the tenderer ankles of a sheep to bleed.

“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. She passed away when he was still a child and he was raised by his father.

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. However, he wears the tiger tooth proudly 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

Name: Avalon

Age: 5

Gender: Male

Rank: Lieutenant

Tribe: Oak

Appearance:

Rounding percentages/predictions based off of previous knowledge and history:

40% Australian Cattle Dog, 35% Rottweiler, 20% Labrador, 5% Catahoula Leopard Dog

He’s of a medium-large stance. His weight being of 68 lb and height of 2 feet to the withers, exact. He is short haired, but his coat is thick and water resistant. His head shape is similar to the Rottweiler’s, being thick and broad. His muzzle is a bit shorter to his face than the average dog, but it’s not flat. His jaws are built well, giving him a powerful bite. His pointed ears are small in comparison to his head. His eyes are a brilliant brown that are attentive and lively. In the sun, they look like a wonderful honey color. His body is built solidly and he is muscular, but it isn’t too prominent under his coat. His paws have dew claws and are webbed. His legs are toned and sturdy to keep up his compact body and his haunches are meaty. His tail is low hanging and is brush-like.

His coat has a base of black. There is tan crawling up his legs and wrapping around his cheeks and lower muzzle. There is a unique set of a mottled mix of a blue-tinted grey that enwraps itself in the base color. On top of that is a bristle of a light grey and white that marks the tips of occasional hairs, causing his fur to look like a Van Gogh painting. His tail is the most interesting part as it looks like the different shades of grey are ringed down tail, the tip being a pure white.

Personality:

•Extravert •Responsible •Respectful •Dutiful •Judgmental •Insensitive to Ash Tribe •Loyal •Single Minded •Aggressive •Exaggerative •Pessimist •Defensive •Fatherly •Not a Romantic •

He is a responsible creature, but he’s still outgoing. He loves a good time and to have fun with friends, but only as it follows the rules. He is respectful to his pack mates despite their size and rank. He tries to be diplomatic when among the other tribe, but he rarely speaks to them without being approached first. This is because he is scared of getting attached to an individual and later on having to fight them. He often does judge them and their ways. Because he doesn’t know them, he forgets that they are dogs as well. He somehow sees them as something different, but he’s not sure what. Maybe an imitation of his pack.

He is loyal to his tribe. They have defended him, have raised him and have taken care of him, so he feels like it is his duty to do the same for them. He can be single minded to new ideas and sometimes aggressive to new things. He is a pessimist and can get defensive rather easily. He is willing to talk a confusion out, but he might be snippy and tense the entire time. After things have cleared up, he might still act cross with you but it never lasts longer than a day.

He can be fatherly as he likes to play with pups. He enjoys watching them grow up, just as he did. He is always excited for the naming ceremonies and a new litter. He isn’t too much of a romantic, however. He likes love, but he just doesn’t know how to express it in a flattering and attractive manner.

Affiliations: TBD

Crush: TBD

Mate: Open

Pups: Open

Other: Example

Name: Robert Kelvin Wiles

Aliases/Nicknames: Rob, Bob, Wiley Coyote

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Hetero

Appearance:

The first thing you notice about Rob are his eyes. The left one looks like it is stuck looking at a strange far-off object, or that he’s just witnessed something disturbing. That’s because it is a prosthetic. This was due to retina blastoma that happened while he was a child. He has no memories of the preparations or the recovery. His right eye is a dark brown, but is light enough for the prosthetist to have trouble creating a matching shade. It’s not the perfect color, it being just a hue darker. Because he only has one eye, the doctors advised that he would wear non-prescription glasses for the safety of protecting his right eye from any rocks and sticks that he might encounter/run into. So a pair of black rectangular glasses sit on his nose’s bridge. Aside from that, he looks like your average American Joe.

He’s right there below the average mark in America and it irks him because it’s by a measly inch, him standing at 5’ 8”. His weight leans slightly to the heavier side but is still inside a healthy BMI, him at 144 pounds. He tries to keep his sweet tooth in check, but it is difficult. He has to put himself through workouts and diets to maintain a flatter stomach and a healthier body. At the beginning of the apocalypse, he had started to relapse and go off his keto diet and morning runs like he always did after half a year or so of a strict routine. He has an endomorphic body type, so currently a layer fat and flab lines his stomach. However, it isn’t noticeable through a shirt.

As mentioned before, he has a dark brown eye which glows like honey in the light. His left eye, however, only results in a dull, awkward sheen that looks like it needs a good wiping off or dusting. He has thin eyebrows that are like smudges over his eyes. They aren’t very shapely and their blond color makes them difficult to see, but he doesn’t look like they’ve been plucked off because of texture and shadows. His nose is the average caucasian male’s, large and protruding. His nostrils are filled with hair that sticks out and unfortunately, they are noticeable. His facial shape is round and you can tell that he’ll have a double chin in his future. His lips are thin on the top and just a touch thicker on the bottom. They are often chapped, despite his skin being the type to hold oil. If it wasn’t for his mother’s constant nagging to wash his face with acne cream, he’d be scarred up and down his face. He has yet to grow any hair on his face, despite his deep desire for it to happen. He wants to look like a cool country dude with a thin beard and a guitar.

His hair is blond with some hairs having little golden sheen in them. His head is greasy and is fairly easy to maneuver around in different styles. Currently it is brushed from the front to the right, the natural grease acting like a gel to keep it in place. He’s a bit cheap and won’t spend extra money on cosmetics. His hair is average in thickness and isn’t long. Rather, all the hair is in on one place—his head. He doesn’t know how some guys can stand growing their hair out long because it always seems to be in his way, flipping and flapping everywhere. So he just keeps it short and slightly judges them.

Personality:

Rob seems like a pretty relaxed fellow who usually doesn’t get anxious about missing classes, getting a couple bad grades or turning in homework late. In reality, he does care and he does freak out. He knows he’s not the prettiest guy or the most muscular man around. He can’t depend on his looks to get him a wife or a job. He isn’t very charismatic either. So he’ll have to depend on his knowledge and education to get him through life efficiently. He won’t get far up on the ladder, though, since he is pretty much a B to low A student throughout grade school. He’s no genius and he knows it. The only reason why he appears not to care is because he’s in denial for the rest of the day. After reality punches him, he freaks out and a couple times he’s cried. He’s a collage student and is trying for a history major in Biblical History and minoring in some form of Business just in case he doesn’t like giving tours. However, he’s never been good at mathematics or percentages.

He is fairly clumsy and is naturally that way. He’s had only one eye for most of his life and has only known that, so it isn’t that he’s still getting used to having his sight limited. He’s run straight on into walls after he’s registered it was there. He’s heavily considered the fact that perhaps he had been dropped as a child, but so far neither parent will confess. It’s still a working progress. He isn’t great at self confidence. A main part of this is because he was the chubby kid with glasses in middle school and it’s wicked how mean eleven year olds can be. He’s a bit of a pessimist and can see how everything can go wrong in an instant. If it wasn’t for his encouraging mother and his belief in God, he would’ve let this control his life and he would live in fear.

Right, he is a christian. His parents raised him in a Presbyterian church just across town from whence he was a baby. He grew up in sunday school and at fourteen years, he became a christian. It’s harder than what he had originally thought to be a christian. They were called to love everyone, which included the bullies back in 5th grade. They were supposed to give up their life to God. He would read the Bible faithfully for about ten minutes a day for months and months. Then something would happen and he would just stop. He’s currently in a period of dryness where he knows he needs to read The Word, but he doesn’t and he’s not sure why.

He has a serious sweet tooth, but it’s not just candy and cakes that fit his taste buds. He’s deeply in love with potatoes. They are such a versatile food that fits all meal times and snacks. He likes his tater tots and bacon in the morning with a side of eggs. For lunch he is partial to two good, well buttered, large potatoes with some bits of sausage on the side. Occasionally a salad to follow. Dinner is his gram’s famous potato-beef soup. Of course, these are his ideal meals. He, being an in debt collage student, eats Raman noodles most of the time. He can legally drink and he had the celebratory 21st birthday first drink. He found out that coffee still tops all sorts of beverages.

He is an extravert, but doesn’t necessarily acts like one all the time. He likes people and wants to be with them, but he’s not really a big talker in large groups. He’s great in one on one or smaller groups where he knows the other people better. He is drawn in by people and gets a relish of energy from them, so he is technically an extravert. When he’s more comfortable with them he can be one of the loudest people among them. He likes joking around and having some fun, especially when it’s over some food. Especially when the other person offers to pay. He does like to sing and has a tenor voice that can barely reach two octaves. It is his prize talent since he can’t play the piano or guitar very well and he is awful at most sports. He only was able to graduate high school by joining track and cross country.

Relatives:

Father—Joseph Wiles

He’s always been on a farm and he inherited his daddy’s land and his daddy’s land before him. He and Rob connect fairly well because he was the one who read him books and sang him songs as a kid. He also was home the most when he and his brother were kids.

Mother—Margret-Joan Kelvin Wiles

Kelvin is her maiden name and she decided to name her second son after it. She is a cardiologist. The job pays well and she is the one that provides the most income for the family. Unfortunately this means that she has less time with her family, working night shifts and all of that. She isn’t super close to her children, but they take comfort in her being there with them.

Brother—Samuel Arthur Wiles

He is the older sibling of the two, being two years older. He and Rob are fairly tight. Sam was Rob’s hero and Rob was like Sam’s sidekick back when they were boys. After Sam graduated from college, he moved off and currently living at home.

Affiliations: TBD

Other:

He is a country kid. He was born and raised in the south with chickens and cows. His father, an avid country music fan, cultured him well in all the classic singers like Alan Jackson, Dolly Pardon, Alabama, and to his mother’s disapproval, Toby Keith. He has these as his roots in his musical life.

Imperial Sand's unnamed dog rp (semi-lit to lit, lit leaning (16+ sentences))

“If you don’t respect yourself, then why should I respect you?”

Name: Kip

Age: 4.5 years old

Gender: Male

Breed: 32% Doberman, 20% Pembroke Welsh Corgi, 14% Golden Retriever, 13% Brittany, 6% American Pitbull Terrier, 5% Jack Russell Terrier, 2% Saint Bernard

Role: Stray

Rank: None

Desired Rank: Content

Appearance:

His white muzzle is long, pointed, and straight, containing a sharp scissors bite inside. On the tip of it sits a handsome, wet, black nose that he likes to nose around with. Surrounding it is light gray-cream, fuzzy, velvet-like fur with both black and white whiskers sprouting out of it. His black gum laced jowls are slightly drooping and the wobble a bit whenever he runs. He has a slender, medium-large, wedge-shaped head and a dish face. His furry ears are average-sized, floppy, and angularly v-shaped. There is a ragged rip in his right one from being taught a lesson by the Junkyard. A thick stripe running down his forehead leads to his white muzzle. Sprouting off the edges of the muzzles are nutmeg-brown waves on either side of his face. They whoosh up and around down to his chin. The rest of his facial hair is black except for a white splotch on the bottom of his right ear and two brown brows overhanging his eyes.

His oval-shaped eyes are not inky black as they appear at first glance. Instead, they are deep brown, like fresh, fertile soil, yet they also glimmer like the richest honey in the sunlight, especially when he feels particularly mischievous. Above them are black eyebrow whiskers and his brown brows, which he is fairly expressive with.

His mainly black muscular neck is of medium length and there is a thick, double-coated ruffle of fur about it. There is a patch of white on his chest about the size of a strawberry. His body is mainly black, but parts of his underbelly are creamy and three paws are white. The hind right is completely black, except for one toe. The inside of his legs is the same nutmeg brown that is on his face. There are also small bits of white or brown on his coat on his back, but they are infrequent and consist of only a few hairs. He owns a pair of sturdy, reliable legs with rounded paws. His torso is lean, partially because that is how he is made but also because he eats leanly. If he was healthily fed, one could see that he would retain a straight waist and his stomach wouldn’t bag on him like a sack of potatoes. His hindquarters are similar to his front, still dependable and well-muscled, but one would notice the extra fluffiness of his butt hair. It falls curling but often gets knotted into unattractive clumps. His tail isn’t exaggeratively long and skinny, but it is whip-like at the core with spindly, thin feathers coming off. Not in a romantic way where it is thick and glossy, but rather in a sick-chicken’s-rump-that-has-vent-gleet sort of way. It’s not just because he’s a street dog, but that is just the way he’s made. It occasionally gets tangled in itself, making it knotted up unappealingly.

In everyday terms, he is a medium-sized dog, but more detail would reveal that he stands at twenty-three inches at the withers. He weighs 40-50 pounds on average, but his healthy weight would be 50-60 pounds. He also has a furry coat (sort of between a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and a Brittany, leaning toward the latter). He has a muscular build.

Personality:

Prideful|Self-assured|Awkward|Selfish|Doesn’t think sometimes|Impulsive|Thick-skinned|Talks to self and inanimate objects and has them respond in funny voices|Opinionated|Survivor|Kiss-up|Sweet|Sympathetic towards mothers and the injured|Optimist|Scared of death|Romantic|Daydreamer|Hypocrite

He takes pride in being a stray. He’s his own dog and isn’t trying to please anyone. He can think for himself, and do what he likes without someone reprimanding him. He is also a bit prideful in general and is self-assured and values self-respect. He gives respect to other strays—they’re also toughing out the hard way of life with him. He gives no respect to owned dogs because they’re pampered, helpless, and needy. However, despite his stereotyping, his respect can be earned. The only reason why he does respect the Junkyard dogs is because he’s scared of them. He isn’t completely stupid. He likes to classify himself as street smart, but if he really is is up to you. Occasionally, he can play it dumb and run out into the road after something unimportant. Other times, he can evade the catchers and sleep another night free. His stupidity is also related to his awkwardness and tentative ability to judge a situation. Sometimes he doesn’t think things through and can be impulsive.

He’s selfish. Like every dog in the business, he has to be. Selfish gets you fed; selfish keeps you alive. He has a strong sense of self-preservation and isn’t scared to get dirty or get others dirty. He likes to play rough and teases often. He isn’t sensitive and can take a nasty comment, usually justifying that they’re jealous.

He also likes to think of himself as a charmer, but is he really? He’s a bit awkward and can’t look attractive dogs in the eye. Plus, he talks to himself and inanimate objects, which he makes respond to him in funny voices. He is opinionated and can be loud about his thoughts on a subject, which isn’t great given that bigger dogs might have different thoughts on the subject which means dead him. He’s a survivor, so he does have a tendency to kiss up to people—dogs or humans. He tries to stay on their good side, charm them, entertain them, or do something for them so that he doesn’t end up mauled. What he’ll do with the fact that the Junkyard dogs want to take over the city is something that he doesn’t know. He isn’t greatly fond of them, but he isn’t greatly fond of the idea of dying either. He’s still pending on what he should do.

He can be sweet and takes pity on mothers and their whelp. He feels sympathetic to a hurt dog. Does he help them? It depends on how well he knows them. He will try to keep an eye out for the mothers he knows of, probably stop by every now and then, or something like that. If you’re hurt, maybe give you some company and/or advice. If you’re dying, he’ll try to stay with you. He hates the idea of someone dying alone. He’s scared of dying and doesn’t like the thought of heading toward it alone. Also, family is important to him. He doesn’t know where any of his went (unless there are some of his littermates in this RP and you want to work something out) and he likes to see a family all together, so he tries to be there for the pups and moms.

He is an optimist as well, also a bit of a romantic. Yeah, he’s a bit awkward around someone he likes, but he’s also daydreaming about their relationship and wandering the city together. He is a daydreamer, as well as a hypocrite.

Background/Fun facts:

Kip knows the rules of his world. Kip knows the consequences of breaking them. Kip also knows that the nice lady who gives him donuts lives inside the Junkyard territory. But Kip is not stupid.

He only dares to visit when he’s really hungry, and really desperate for some food. He found it when he was younger and foolish. He arrogantly entered the territory to beg, although he had been warned several times by his mother not to. The lady worked at a donut and coffee shop and gave him half of her blueberry donut. He barely scoffed it down before a few Junkyard dogs scared him off. Left him the ragged rip in his ear.

Born a stray, he plans on dying a stray.

He likes puppies and family, but the thought of fatherhood scares him.

Crush: open (note that I’m not great at romance)

Mate: open (note that I’m not great at romance)

Pups: realistically, as he is an unaltered, male dog, he should have some. So, open.

Kin: Open (note that I’d like it to be realistically feasible)

Affiliations: Open

Other:

He was born in a litter of six

This was actually an earlier RP, I just forgot to post the sheet here. Plague Doctor/Cereal's Providence High for the Gifted (semi-lit to lit (3+ paragraphs))

Real Name: Atticus Brown

Hero Name: The Skeleton Archer (often shortened to The Skeleton)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

He has an oval face shape. His cheekbones are not prominent, but they do exist. His complexion is a pale and white, but not unhealthy. His body is mesomorphic which allows him to gain muscle easier. His muscles are not tense and hard. His stomach holds a usual amount of flab on it and his arms show potential that has yet to be achieved. He is of an average height, that being 5’ 9”. He might have more to grow. He weighs 164 pounds, a healthy weight for his gender and height.

His eyes are a grey. Not like the pale powdery ash from a dirty fireplace, but rather a dark, sincere color that is made from rain pounding a rock. Or perhaps a stone in a river. Either way, they are grey and almond shaped. They are average in place, right there on his face neither too close together or too far apart. Above them are thin eyebrows that slightly curve above his eyes. They match his gingery hair. His nose is average for his face, not too big but not too small. It’s a straight nose with just a slightly raised base. His cheeks are speckled with freckles that paint themselves up on top of his rather average nose. His lips are a soft shade of pink and grey. They are thin, but visible.

He is a true red head, not some off-brand orange like some Ron Weasley bloke. His hair looks like it came from an Irish Spaniel, even the way it is slightly curly. It is a rich color, dark ginger that sheens in sunlight. Like recently dug up red clay dirt after a rain. The texture is thick so he doesn’t need to worry about loosing it. It’s also fairly oily, but sometimes it can pass as just being sleek. He keeps it down and he keeps it on the longer side so that it’s right there on his shoulders. He usually keeps it up in a pony tail or a bun.

He’s usually in solid short sleeved shirts. Long sleeves are uncomfortable to him and are a bit for challenging to fold. Surprisingly, he prefers jeans to shorts and his feet are covered in an old grey pair of tennis shoes. He can be stubborn and won’t put on a jacket when it’s cold out. He refuses to unless it’s getting to the point where it’s ridiculous.

Super Suit (for when he gets one. There is a good chance that this will change):

His superhero costume looks like it’s something that villain would wear. It’s a dark grey hood in the medieval style. The color matches his unique eyes. It slightly droops over his face, but it doesn’t obstruct his vision. He wears a leather vest that is the same color as the hood. His matching pants are comfortable and is made of jean material. He refused to wear leather pants. They are dumb and give him a wedgie. His shoes are a pair of hiking shoes. Good grip and easy to run in. He does not wear a mask about his eyes as it would restrict his ability to aim. To keep his identity, he wears a loose, breathable mask that covers everything from the nose down. When it’s not one his face, it is hanging loosely around his neck.

Personality:

Atticus is a thoughtful person. Not thoughtful as in he cares for others, rather that he likes to think. He likes to watch other people move and work. Especially since he is curious by nature and this curiosity is the reason why he hangs onto the words of a storyteller or a good book. But also why he gotten in trouble before and he actually helped his mother loose custody of him. He’s nosy and willing to blab, maybe not as much after standing as a witness to his mother’s trial, but he’s still not the best at keeping secrets. He’s also a stubborn individual who’ll resist logical explanations on why he’s wrong and the sway of peer pressure.

He is selfish and is also willing to sell other people out for his own safety. However, he would never do that on the job…unless it meant for his own profit. Reputation is everything and you have to have a good rep to keep on the right side of the law. Long before he learned of his abilities, he day-dreamed about having super powers and how he’d live life afterwards. Naturally, he was always a hero. A villain will be caught, prosecuted and later euthanized. A hero will be praised and even worshiped. They can do their job successfully while keeping the press happy. All they need is a cool suit, an attractive ability and the right amount of motivation. He decided that he’d be in it for the long haul and he’s going to play his cards right. However, his abilities are anything but attractive as they’re sort of grotesque. Instead of his imagined elemental power of fire (to match his hair) and the humor of defeating bad guys by burning their hair off, he was gifted with bones and pain. Seemingly endless pain. His plans were ruined and he’s currently in an area of disappointment, distress and aggravation. Sometimes he wishes that this never happened to him because the dream is always better than reality.

However, he is cautious of others and is a suspicious person who always thinks the worst of situations. He will not accept death, however. He is determined to die as long as he can help it. He has had death in his life before and he doesn’t like it. He’d prefer to live a torturous life then to commit suicide. His donkey-like stubborn nature is good in this situation. He likes to think about things from all angles. Are dogs really furry angels of joy or are they selfish devils praying upon human weaknesses? He’s yet to decide and is surprisingly not a cat person. They’re too sassy for him. He’s a fan of birds, or burbs as he affectionately calls them. He’s especially fond of chickens and will bring them up whenever he can.

He can be kind and generous, but he isn’t naturally this way, not to strangers anyway. For him to give something up for you, you have to close and have gone through a lot. He’ll always be polite, as that was what he was taught from a young age. He’ll open doors for ladies and won’t act all creepy and stalk some girl. He’s forgotten his please’s and thank you’s and will only use them whenever he feels like it is absolutely necessary. He is always gentle with animals, no matter their type, despite any suspicions he might have. Unless it’s a cobra or a man-eating tiger, he’s not biased until it is shown that he should.

Hero, Villain, or Other:

Hero

Heroes get all the fun. Yeah, yeah, without a villain, a hero is nothing, but a villain doesn’t depend on heroes. But eventually, a hero always comes when there is a villain and it might as well be him.

Alignment:

Neutral Evil

He’s not evil. He’s not good either and certainly not truly neutral. This man, this boy, rather, is in it for the glory and for himself. A one man band who isn’t scared to betray but is wary to be betrayed. He’s selfish with high sense of survival, but he likes to manipulate this ability for his own glory.

Based Power:

Weapon

Sub-Powers:

The Bone Bow

Some call this magic, that the bow just appears out of thin air. But he knows better.

His bow is bone and cartilage. The string is tendon. It is produced by his own body as if it is an extra limb. It is an extension to his hand and while it is in use, you can see that his fingers are warped in the bone handle like they are roots. A thin layer of keratin covers the bow’s cartilage limbs so that it shines dimly in the light and looks sleek. He doesn’t know where it all comes from and it is only assumed that it is rapid reproduction made from his body on command.

The same go for the arrows. They form on his other hand quicker than what the bow forms. By the time the bow is complete, he has two working arrows. They form by his fingers being locked tightly beside each other. Then they intertwine together into the length of an arrow, that being at most two feet. They are long, thin, hollow bone with the tips sharped to a terrible tip that will make bleed by one mere touch. But a cover coats the entire arrow but its dreadful point. It is a thin layer of epidermis. Of skin. The fletching are mysterious and are often damp. Sometimes they drip with bodily fluids. It has been decided that they are thin, perfectly cut sections of hair which is the same shade as his head-hair. Perfect to the T with the index feather being just a shade darker than the hen feathers. After being shot and used, the arrow disintegrates into dirt. For, from the earth you were made to the earth you will return.

On his shooting arm, a hard shell of keratin covers his forearm. Meanwhile, his shooting hand’s fingers become leathery. His ability does not come with a quiver. That would be weird and uncomfortable.

Not as if the entire process isn’t painful. His body is actually making extra bone, extra skin, extra keratin, extra tendons, extra cartilage and extra hair for this process. Not only that, but it forms quickly, under thirty minutes so far. But it’s also his hand forming into a bow, his fingers are becoming vines and nails grow long and deep to cover up the bow’s long limbs The bone in his hands are being pulled and lengthened into a beautiful, haunting recurve bow. Then his fingers on his other side are producing arrows in fifteen minutes, a remarkable time! Not only that but keratin is stabbing out of his skin on his arm to act as an armguard. The tips of his worn, sore and hurting fingers are now leathery and tough, but still feeling. This is excruciating. He passed out whenever it happened at first and since then he’s been on pain medication for it. This ability is his body extending and ripping itself to unknown limits.

It’s a bloody transformation, especially on his shooting hand and fingers. The only reason why he hasn’t died yet is because his body regenerates and heals the wounds caused by his bow. This only applies to his bone bow skill, nothing else.

His bow comes out whenever he is scared and feels defensive. It’s so far just an emotional thing and you have to get a rise out of him for it to work. He has the potential to do it on command, but it needs work. He doesn’t like his power because it’s painful, awful and hideous. His skin turns a sick white and becomes thin so that it almost looks transparent. His hair looses some pigment and becomes lighter and lighter and lighter with every use. Slowly, but surely, his hair will be a crystal white by the time he is in his mid twenties. Because of his pale appearance when he is shooting, he has been given the name “Skeleton Archer” because that is exactly what he looks like. Although he can generate the equipment, it does not mean that he was an automatic archer. He, like any other normal archer, has to train to get a perfect score.

Main Teacher:

Mrs. Eve Hawkins/Fallen Pheonix

Side Teacher:

Elliot Thomson/Lynx

Crush: TBD

Significant Other: None

Family:

Father: Ransom Brown (deceased)

He loved and looked up to this man. Still does. He taught him some of the arts. One of his favorite memories is when he taught him some cool information about dinosaurs when he was little. He’d play games with him and went fishing. He was going to teach him how to barbecue, but never could. He died on his way to the supermarket to buy some baby back ribs and then a drunk driver crashed into him. Atticus was thirteen.

Mother: Gladys Brown (unknown)

He loves his mother, but he never sees her. She is at a rehab center. After Ransom’s death, she lost it and went back to the pills. Atticus went to live with his aunt and uncle.

Aunt: Indigo Weston (unknown)

Aunt Indy is his mother’s younger sister. She was glad to help her sister and wants Atticus’ welfare. Especially after he own son, Jacob, died from leukemia just a few years before Ransom passed. The boy was only 8.

Uncle: Eustace Weston (unknown)

Uncle Eu is usually at work. He lives an hour away from the office and has to stay in, and sometimes over night. He’s a doctor who works in a city that is particularly known for trouble. He didn’t feel the area safe for his stay-at-home wife to be in the apartment by herself. Especially since he usually ended up working the nightshift.

Recent Past:

In his old school, he wasn’t considered one of the popular or even half-way decent kids. Since there weren’t enough tables at the lunchroom, he was always one of the ones to eat on the floor. He wasn’t on the football team, he didn’t have a hot girlfriend or really any real friend. Just the sympathy friends that never stick around. He wasn’t one of the smart nerdy kids either. Just a mediocre Joe stuck in between athletic and smart. He was average.

This all changed when he fainted one day in algebra.

His teacher thought he had fallen asleep and when she walked up to him to whip him back to reality, she screamed bloody murder. He was ghostly pale and his hair was loosing pigment. Then his hand began to grow and blood was leaking from both his left and right hands. Then he was moved to Providence High.

He’s always dreamed of being some sort of hero. But not this power. Not this bone bow or the skeleton arrows. They are a villain’s weapon and he knows it.

He went through a small period of being shy about it and once he realized that the other people are just as messed up as him, he relaxed. He wasn’t just another kid, he was a kid with a unique set of abilities that the teachers were taking time to understand. He appreciates this and is willing to make new friends and take new chances.

Other:

Is he overpowered with both the bow and the “regenerative” power? I did it because he’d die from bleeding out if I didn’t have it. Also, I might change his hero name. “Skeleton Archer” makes me think of Minecraft.

Raven Wing's At the End of Time RP (Semi-lit; 400+)

[Akiba]

Full Name - Akiba

Preferred Name - Akib

Mortal Name - Ayam Badram

Nickname - Akib, Panda Face, Chicken Man

Age

To be honest, he’s lost track. He also doesn’t care anymore. Physically he looks about 17-19, but you can also find him as old as a newborn to a young adult.

Gender - Male

Pronouns - He/Him

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Genocidal or Peaceful?

He roots for peace, but sometimes it can be a bit boring. There is nothing wrong with shaking things up a bit, especially if someone wicked dies. However, he was one of the first to get tired of this never-ending war. All of the innocent children and baby animals dying sickened him and he threw up a few times (which he blamed on food poisoning because he did not want to lose face in front of the other gods).

He is the god of…

Innocence, Childhood/Youth, Games, Creativity

Thoughts on Collaborating

He is anxious and his nervous tic is back, but he thinks this is the best option. However, he has never done a group project before and does not know his place in the decision-making. What if he is ignored and his values are not included? He is scared that he is going to blow it again and it will all repeat itself or that the ones he especially cares for will pay for his insecurity.

Thoughts on the War

He regrets everything that happened. He often wishes that he could roll back the clock and somehow prevent the war. He somewhat blames himself for it but knows deep down that he probably couldn’t do much else. After all, what can innocence do against destruction? Part of him wants to blame it all on the bloodiest deities, but his guilt balances out his accusations.

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Appearance

God Appearance

He can age and de-age his body, ranging from that of a newborn to a young adult. His clothes do not change sizes with him, but if he can still function with it on, he is going to always wear his hoodie. His favorite and usual form is what he has dubbed “The College Student”.

His hair is as dark as the bottom of a lake or the entrance to a storm drain. Whenever light hits it, it reflects a blue sheen that often reminds people of a raven’s wing. Or a Black Jersey Giant hen’s feather—he’s gotten both compliments. It falls a little bit longer than his armpits in dirty elderberry waves. He allows it to fall into his face and eyes. It is naturally straight, but oil, grease, and dirt make it wavy. Whenever he does take care of it, he keeps it in a bun or a high ponytail. Occasionally he braids it, but usually, it hangs from his scalp like Ramon noodles. Once in a blue moon, he’ll cut it shorter like his mortal form. Or go emo. Just above his forehead is a single horn that curves like a rhino’s horn. He finds it annoying because he has to cut a hole in all his hoodies’ hoods if he wants to wear them.

His eyebrows are thick and bushy as if the down of a duck was glued to his face. His almond-shaped eyes are dark like his hair and seem pupil-less. There are permanent dark rings around them from unhealthy sleeping hours and this is the reason why he is sometimes called ‘Panda Face’. If it weren’t for his outdoor activities, he would be pale-faced from hiding in a dark room with blue light. Small freckles dot his tan cheeks and nose lightly. He has a square facial shape and mid-sized lips. His nose has a low bridge and is small and squat. His skin is porous and oily. Acne dots his face as a result, but he couldn't care less. Why should he? He’s a god.

He is a lanky figure because he doesn’t want to take the energy to look buff. His arms and legs are thin and he has knobby knees like a storks. He stands at 5’ 10” and weighs 146 pounds.

He spends most of his time in a slightly oversized black hoodie with a stock photo of a crowd of people on their cell phones on the front. On the back, it reads “I Survived the Zombie Apocalypse”. He wears gray sweatpants everywhere and “I <3 Chickens” socks with his slides. He has cut a hole in his hoodie pocket so that a silkie hen could poke her head outside of it. The only piece of jewelry he has are twin golden rings that spin in the middle. He wears them on his thumbs, which look peeling and scabbed around the nail. It is supposed to help with his anxiety. He doesn’t get why the other deities wear all the chains and fancy stuff when comfort is king.

Weapons

He has an arsenal of weapons that he keeps in his red drawstring bag. A pair of scissors that can shrink or grow at its user’s will, a never-ending-multi-tool pocket knife with his name engraved on it, a BB gun that you never need to load, a baseball bat, and the most painful of them all: a bag of legos.

He tries not to kill people but isn't always opposed to it.

Side Note: He also is an archer but solely uses this skill for meditative and health purposes.

Mortal Appearance

Surprisingly, his mortal appearance is more cleaned up than his other one. That is because people have social standards that he has to keep to keep a low profile. Plus he doesn’t want them to think he is homeless.

His locks are cut short and it is wild on his head, sticking out in odd directions in a boyish manner. He no longer has his horn and tries to lessen his “panda rings” by wearing Harry Potter glasses. He wears sweaters instead of hoodies and replaces his sweats with khakis. His tennis shoes are kept clean. He washes every other day and scrubs his face in the morning.

Voice

His voice is surprisingly low and you wouldn’t expect such a deep note to come out of such a skinny man. His voice does crack (in both appearances). He can’t sing anything higher than the A above middle C. It does change into a child’s voice whenever he de-ages.

Personality

• Tries to be sarcastic and snarky (often fails) • Daydreamer • Immature • Childish • Annoying • Easily Bored • Anxiety Issues • Moody • Emotional Wreck • Will Cry in Cereal • #Chickensaretherapists • Overprotective of animals • Coddles animals • Loves children • Abhors bad parents and owners • Would babysit for free • Considers babysitting as a playdate • Self-inflicted sleep-deprivation • Constantly wants to be doing something • Playful • Could care less about other peoples opinion on him • Actually cares too much • Gaslights himself • Regrets crap • Bad liar • Blames self • A bit angsty tbh • Can be productive • Slightly conflicted • Commitment Issues • Insecure • Can be nosy •

He likes to be sarcastic and snarky (or at least attempt it), and he spends his free time thinking up zingers and comebacks. He often daydreams about alternate responses that he could’ve said instead of what sad sputter he did say. These usually end with his opponent being completely baffled by the brilliant insult thrust at them. However, these alternative endings are unrealistic and meant only for his dreams. He is immature and can be childish. He has also thrown wooden blocks at people while saying “so sorry” with an impish grin for no good reason. He easily gets bored and will either be mischievous and create drama or play with his chickens.

His eight chickens are his babies and he has knitted outfits for them. They are spoiled with food and attention. They know his voice and their names. He tells them everything and they don’t judge him because they are chickens. His favorite is a fluffy white silkie that sits on his shoulder. He has cut a hole in his hoodie pocket so that she can poke her head out. He jokingly claims that she is his emotional support chicken and sneaks her inside meetings. Her name is Arabella.

He does have some anxiety issues and has developed tics. Whenever he is anxious he will scrape the skin around his thumbs, causing them to bleed. He had himself straightened out, but the stress of the war made him relapse.

He has random mood swings and is overall an emotional wreck. He’ll randomly switch from crying in frustration to babying a puppy dog. He doesn’t sleep much at night, and although he condemns electronics, he owns his fair share. He often locks himself in his quarters, playing Minecraft, pirating manga, watching TV shows, and drawing digital art until five in the morning. He sleeps during the day but makes sure to spend enough time on his other hobbies. Since he easily gets bored, he surprisingly gets a lot done.

He likes children and babies because they're cute to him. He particularly likes toddlers because they are active, curious, and explorative. They are always looking for fun and he likes having fun and being imaginative. Plus his dark jokes go straight over their heads. Plus he loves their whole-hearted trust and freedom. Their innocence is beautiful to him, like a blanket of fresh-fallen snow before someone stomps on their hearts and dreams, mucking them up into grainy sludge. His least favorite ages are the middle-schoolers because they’re just brats. Teenagers are meh with him and often arrogant. College students are a favorite because they’re on the edge of childhood and are figuring out how to adult, which he finds funny.

He also isn’t the most assertive person. He can be a bit wishy-washy about things and not wanting to commit to one thing in case it flops. He is scared of being too pushy or that his ideas are stupid. He isn’t necessarily timid or shy, but he is reluctant to speak and finds it difficult to communicate his ideas out loud. He has never done a group project before and doesn’t know how well his voice will be heard. All of the other gods are these great awesome figures and he is here in sweatpants. He knows that they are equal, but can’t help but be intimidated by them. The obvious option is to dress like a god, but if he does that, then he feels like he is betraying his true self. Plus, it probably would feel fake and would not add to his confidence.

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Powers they Posses

• Seeker •

He can turn on a radar that allows him to hear and pinpoint the cries of children and animals who are in dangerous/unhealthy situations and need help. It is an overwhelming power that is painful to his ears and it takes meditation to be able to focus on only one voice. If activated for over two hours, his ears will bleed and he needs the rest of the day to recover. It is a heart-sickening power because he knows that he cannot save everyone.

• Settle •

He can calm a terrified, upset, or anxious person by touching them while speaking to them, which often makes them trust him. He uses this ability with the victims he saves, but it can only be used one at a time and emotionally drains him. He cannot use this power on himself.

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Likes

-Electronics

-Chickens <3 <3

-Butterflies

-Strawberries

-Weekends (although he doesn’t attend school)

-Legos

-Pranks (confuse, don’t abuse)

-Gardening (for eating or teas only, he could care less about big bushes and roses)

-Bluey

-ATLA

-Lego Ninjago

-Candy

-Chocolate

-Origami

-Digital and traditional art

-Things that move in circles

-Fidget spinners (because they go round and round and round)

-Puzzles

-Reading

-Journaling

-Naps (but he dislikes sleeping because it takes too much time)

-Animals (particularly baby animals)

-Children and babies

-Playdates

-Autumn colors

-People who like chickens

-Chicken Sandwiches (he can’t deny that they’re good)

Dislikes

-Electronics

-Social media

-Asparagus

-Being woken up

-He abhors all animal fights

-Particularly rooster fights

-Veal and other eating of baby animals

-Abusers

-People who ruin innocence and destroy childhood

-When children try to grow up too fast

-Infanticide

-A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift

-People not taking him seriously

-Peanut butter mixed with syrup

-Coats without pockets

-Dress shoes

-Fire

-Chicken Sandwiches (how dare they kill them!)

Hobbies

Owning chickens is more of a lifestyle than a hobby to him, but would technically be placed in this category. He has fallen asleep in the chicken coop before.

Digital art is a passion and he particularly draws his chickens as epic warriors.

Manga is a hobby that often keeps him up at night. He has drawn some himself but doesn’t dare show them to anyone. (It’s a slice-of-life about his chickens)

He journals daily and reads proficiently. He prefers his novels physical and paperback. Hard cover is too heavy. Ebooks don’t smell good, nor do audiobooks.

Gardening is a daily activity that he prefers to do in the cool of a sunset. He doesn’t wake up early enough to do it in the morning.

He messes around in origami but isn’t a master. Cranes are his favorite and he can’t figure out how they make chickens.

Archery is a relaxing activity that he does to calm his mind. His form of meditation.

His legos are his trophies. He has done life-size versions of his birds before.

Minecraft is more of an addiction than a hobby at this point. There are new mods and new updates and he has gotten too attached to his world to quit now.

He enjoys puzzles but is not very good at them. It took him a few years to finish the Rubik’s Cube.

He can knit, but it isn’t his favorite. He only learned so that he could make clothes for his hens.

Greatest Achievement

The day when he went undercover as a mortal and shut down a puppy mill. That afternoon his first clutch hatched and he became a grandfather to six chicks.

Biggest Fear

He is scared of screwing up the world a second time and being a useless god. He isn’t the most impressive and assertive and is scared that the other gods will ignore him and create a world that neglects the innocent.

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Kin

Open

Spouse

N/A

Affiliations

- | Duvéssa (Maeve Desrosiers) |-
Goddess of Deception, Persuasion, Dark Energy and Insanity

TBD

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- | Ektlo De'Van Mona (Gheke De'van) | -
God of Magic, Retribution, Fear, and Illusions

TBD

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- | Riotl (Morana Tyide) | -
Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Fertility

TBD

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- | Vikona (Valence Winchester) | -
Goddess of Carnage, Conquest, Battle, and Extermination

TBD

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- | Caos (Azriel Regalità) | -
God of Chaos, Mistrust, and Anarchy

TBD

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- | Vaeos (Zeno Lior)| -
God of Dawn, Hope, and Healing

TBD

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Other

He used to visit Earth more often but using Seeker kills his heart. The last time he tried to use it, he couldn’t focus and cried because of how loud it was.

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