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Name: Jouska Species: unknown canine Gender: male Appearance: Personality: Just fucking up the ante, will you? Jouska's a lost soul who desperately believes that . Projects a wildly vivid life. A night owl, a car rider, a whisperer of fragmented phrases and surreal visions. Follows his whims, not reason. Strengths: + Synesthesias of many types - you name it, he has it. It fucks around with his head, but is also a source of pride. Weaknesses: - The inability to form lasting relationships, for reasons he is not fully aware of, but likely stem from mutual insecurities - Overanalyzes everything. If the average person were to look inside his mind, their reaction would be... stuff's not that deep, armchair philosopher. Backstory:
Other: An outcast who lives on the fringes of Marsworld, but is the patron saint of a e s t h e t i c |
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Name: Kumara Species: Gragon Gender: female Appearance: Personality: This lovely gal is eager to make friends. Her mind and mouth are bursting with stories to share, all happy stories and comedies. She's one of the rare souls who still chases after pure, unadulterated joy, and manages to catch it. Strengths: + Her optimism is contagious + + Weaknesses: - Doesn't cope well by herself, clingy and regularly needs validation - - Backstory: While Gragons are usually born at night when the moon is strong, Kumara was born at dawn, the last to hatch in her nest.
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Name: Kailani / Kenny Age: youngish Gender: either Appearance: This regal water dragon has a serpentine figure similar to that of a Chinese dragon, but her long webbed tail is shaped like whale flukes. Her shimmering scales bear a deep royal blue color, dappled with teal and with an ice white stripe running down her belly. Her two luminescent ivory horns shine in the moonlight, and silver eyes glimmer under long, sleek eyelashes. A necklace of pink coral, pearls strung along her back, red seaweed draped around her tail. While most her ornaments were found in the ocean, her royal crown is white gold with a sapphire emblem and wave shaped prongs, expensively crafted by the finest metalworkers from the distant mountains. Alternate: Made by Jester's Angels WIP This regal water dragon has a serpentine figure similar to that of a Chinese dragon, with a tail equal in length to the rest of his body four small lizard-like limbs with small white claws. His smooth but hard skin is an uniform teal color, and iridescent aqua white-streaked ____ line down the middle of his back, from forehead to tailtip. And oribi horns the same color. Brilliant amethyst eyes. faint tufts, beginnings of a goatee . Long thin black whiskers, tipped with white feather-like fletches. Personality: WIP The legends speak of water dragons as noble, wise, full of ancient powers but Kailani's personality falls short of the sages of legend. naive but well-intentioned. Strengths: +Good intentions and an empathetic listener +A strong sense of justice +Excellent eyesight in the near dark, agile +Resistant to extreme tempweratures and deep pressure, able to swim in the abyss +A quick and agile swimmer +Has the ability to speak to marine animals, many of which are friends loyal to his./ her service Weaknesses:-Not familiar with hardship -Can take long time to make decisions and frequently changes his / her mind -On edge and easily upset when in a negative atmosphere -Unused to harsh bright lights -Not strong in battle and needs the protection of his / her friends. Backstory (For some RP forever ago that never happened): The only daughter of the former widowed queen. When she was still an egg, her father died fighting the monstrous kraken of the deep. Isolated in the vast ocean, and locked away for her protection, she was untrained to deal with both the harsh wilderness and political matters, and leaves much of to her advisors. She has many suitors enamored with both her stunning beauty and the prospect of having dominion over the seas.
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Finally, the day of her flight ceremony had arrived! As Kailani, the young dragon princess, stepped up to the dais on the roof of the ice palace, she breathed deeply, trying to calm her anxious heart. The whole court would be watching her today. Right before the ceremony began, her flight teacher, Master Camis, came towards her, and reassured her that it would be the same as she had practiced so many times before. Above the surface of the water, the air was cold and crisp, and a brisk wind was blowing across the northern sea dotted with ice floes. All she had to do was fly across the short expanse of sea to the glacier where her mother the queen stood, awaiting her. Tentatively, she flapped her wings, then harder with more strength. She was lifting higher now, watching the sunlight glisten off the ice and water as the cool air rushing beneath her. Even if she fell, the familiar ocean waves would cushion her, and gradually her fear dissipated. The cheering of the dragons and even other sea creatures encouraged her, as whales and dolphins chittered and seals barked. Finally she reached the icy cliff, her talons gripping the ledge as she landed, careful not to slip. The whole experience had gone by quicker than she expected it to. As the queen embraced her and announced her success, the sea erupted into applause. Other: literally never going to be used, but I love anyways |
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Name: Loki Species: cat Gender: male Appearance: Loki is a lithe feline covered in short but amazingly downy lilac fur, who has a long, thin, body and an energetic tail with a mind of its own. His paws have soft pink pads the color of carnations, and smooth, silver claws which rarely extend. His face is sleek, yet possesses a touch of roundness about the cheeks which bear long, thin, whisky silver whiskers, the ends of which curl inwards. His neck is fairly short but there is a slight ruffle of fur towards his chest, a contrast to his otherwise smooth, sleek shape. His eyes, bright green with a hint of yellow, are the shape of fat almonds and hold an bright, attentive glint brimming with curiosity. The squat, vaguely triangular nose set atop his muzzle is a shade of deep plum, a darker purple than his fur. Optional: Medium length chocolate brown stocking markings adorn each of his legs. Fantasy additions: Running along his fur are silver colored curves, adorned with swirls and curlicues, looping in and out among his body and limbs like a vine. It laces across the right side of his face, and traces around his left eye. The only parts where they are noticeably absent are his belly and tail. Personality: ""A shallow character? That's a sin! Unless it's me, anyways. Heehe."" Upon first meeting Loki, the most noticeable trait is his talkative nature, all the more surprising considering he's a cat. Not only can he speak English, he is fluent in sarcasm, though not the spiteful type. Although he may tease, he is quite a jovial charmer who treats everyone fairly and would never condescend or discriminate, making him well-loved by children (maybe in part because he's a fluffy kitty). Playful and bubbling with energy, this cool cat is always up for good fun. However, he knows when to be serious, and can be a humble comforter when he senses that someone is truly in need. Loki is a quirky little creature indeed. Part of this comes from the bizarre requirements for his routine, which change from day to day. Indeed, these trivial demands can make him seem quite mad to those who don't know him well. He'll change his mind quickly and regularly, but always seems to loop back to the same conclusions eventually. He even seems somewhat disorganized, but it is only because he uses unique systems of organization that he knows the rules of. He has a knack for encryption and is incredibly good at keep secrets, despite what his supposed blabbermouth might have you believe. Loki is fond of wordplay and enjoys confusing his audience. He likes to play games and scam, but it is just for practice. Although he may seem like a fool, he is not. On the contrary, he is quite clever, even more so than your average human. He may seem easily distracted with his obsession with certain trivialities, but he in reality he attentive and sneakily observative, which helps place him in convenient roles as a spy and trickster. Despite his chaotic temperament, he is dedicated to fighting against evil, and ""definitely a good guy,"" as he would reassuringly say to his allies. His potential for trickery makes an interesting combination with his honorable intentions. Strengths: +very agile, even compared to others feline +insanely creative +an eye for details +charismatic (being a cat helps) +skilled at rhetoric +will protect children +strong enough to break the fourth wall +adept at trickery +can talk, in English AND Spanish (and sarcasm) Weaknesses: -hates bodies of water -prone to cold -forgetful of important things -misses the big idea -not a good listener -unwilling to share things -not the bravest -cannot fight -goes off on tangents a lot Aesthetic: old-fashioned clocks, holidays, small flowers, cream, spirals, liquid silver, key lime Quirks: ~ will eat milk and cereal even though he is mildly lactose intolerant ~ grooms himself too much ~ can laugh a human laugh but a sounds a little creepy. Heehe ~ likes succulents ~ Bill Wurtz lover ~ particularly loud purr ~favorite food is sashimi Other: Though he is a trickster, he would have you believe his name has nothing to do with the Norse god Loki. He prefers to be referred to as Low-key, or key lime. Based on a cute adopt, the only cheapo adopt to become a character of mine. |
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Name: Claudia Cantara Species: wolf Gender: female Appearance: At 91 pounds, she is slightly smaller than average, though she sports long lean legs and a thick, bushy tail, shaped like a large plume of fire. She is covered in richly colored golden fur, the hues fading to a paler cream color on her paws and tail tip. In sunlight, she appears to be the sun itself, regal and blindingly bright. Though short, her fur is incredibly soft and fluffy, with a flexible quality to it, giving her a windswept edge to the curves of her body. Among wolves, she is considered very beautiful, with a shapely muzzle, just the perfect length. Her eyes, fringed with luscious lashes, have a slight narrow to it, telling of both amusement and accusation. Her startling emerald irises are of the richest, purest green hue and give a bright, incandescent shine, putting the foliage of the forest to shame. The velvet nose that tops her muzzle is actually a shade of deep royal purple, though at casual glance, it appears to be black. Her teeth shine pristinely white, her black claws not so sharp but still large enough to intimidate, should she have need. But the most tell-tale sign of her authority is the silver tiara she proudly wears atop her head, unaware that it's made of cheap plastic. Personality: Claudia is the definition of spoiled. She will get what she wants, no matter the means it takes. A combination of bloodthirsty, cruel, and absurdly ambitious, but worst of all, she thinks too highly of herself. Her stubbornness means she would rather attempt to convince others that she is right rather than listen to anyone else, and, to put it kindly, she does not take criticism well. Her pride also means she relies on her ""power"" too much. It is, of course, highly doubtful that she has any real skill that she bothered to put in effort in practicing, but many mistake her recklessness for bravery. It is unknown why the higher forces chose to bless her with such great power, but to those who saw through her farce, it seemed a decidedly unfair and cruel decision. She would be considered a villain, yet she is determined to put on a heroic facade. Despite her many flaws, she has a stunning charisma that attracts naive followers. With her regal flair, she intrigues and enchants many. A clever leader and witty speaker, she's beloved by many and may even seem kind, but any supposedly altruistic act more likely stems from a hunger for glory and admiration than empathy. On the surface, she may seem sweet, perhaps even generous with the occasional feigned humility. As a well-versed flatterer, she bestows compliments like gifts, but she is actually judgmental and disdains most everyone, though she hides it well. Even those that she likes (which are few), she looks on with a condescending affection. Her polite charm and way with words causes many to let their guard down. But don't let that fool you. Deceptively clever, she keeps her secrets close, using ruthless ways to hide them. Conniving, she always has a plan, and if not, she can make one. As far as intellect goes, she is decently gifted, though her emotions have more control over her than she would like to believe. She is easily angered, with a cool, simmering ire that freezes her victims into fear, and easily jealous, craving that the utmost affection be showered on her alone. Strengths: Her ""blessing"", dubbed Divine Health, allows her incredible stamina in battle. Her unique metabolism allows her to heal and recharge energy faster than any other mortal creature, although sufficient damage or even death can still be done with enough perseverance of the enemy. She can also brace the effect of any weather or natural disaster, to a certain extent. On the surface, she has an easy charm, and has enchanted many followers with her skillful deception and shows of power. She is a practiced liar and silver tongued. Weaknesses: Of little physical grace despite her looks, she works and fights by brute force even though her strength and speed is merely average. She is cruel and willing to deceive and steal in order to preserve her power, and her fear of her past causes her to be irrational. She becomes easily jealous and envious, with a shrill temper and deep-seated loathing. Though many fear her wrath, it is also a stumbling block for herself. Backstory: Her birth parents, had a misfortunate forbidden love, breaking the laws of the pack by stepping out of their lowly omega rank. In order to hide their affair, they were forced to abandon their single remaining pup; her siblings had died of a miscarriage. It was in the midst of a fierce blizzard where her survival was in question even if she was sheltered. Her parents hoped the snow would bring her a painless death, burying her beautiful golden fur so that none could see their mistake. Now, it is unknown whether the higher forces felt pity for the poor pup or admiration at her parents' passionate love, but this was when the story of her extraordinary blessing began. Claudia was born with a rare, stunning, yet simple beauty, but even more incredible was her Divine Health. She survived the winter winds. For however short a period of time, it was still long enough that she should've died. At this time, Blood Claw pack, a ferocious and powerful group, was desolating the lands, slaughtering the lesser packs when they resisted. During the blizzard, they now encroached upon the pup's pack, whose name has now been forgotten, and killed or assimilated all its members. When the Blood wolves stumbled upon the beautiful pup, still alive amidst the storm, she was adopted by Blood Claw's alphas, deemed a gift from the gods, and raised to be the future alpha, because Blood Claw's alpha pair had been barren for several years and had produced no natural heirs. Doted on and spoiled by her new family, she grew to adopt the cunning culture and bloodthirsty traditions of her pack. Years passed. Her adopted parents are now dead, and she rules as absolute queen of her wolves. Claudia has many suitors now, longing after her beauty as well as her authoritative rank. Other: Her howling is purported to be lovely, although the reality is to be questioned. She loves to hunt, trotting along with her entourage to get the winning kill and the hunting glory. Just a story character, probably not going to be used for RP. Based on my pack wolf Claudia Cantara, a fierce and beloved DH. |
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Edited at March 22, 2020 03:20 PM by Life on Mars
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Name: Maxine Gender: female Age: 14 Sexuality: lesbian Appearance: Personality: A confident and boldly outspoken gal, Maxine is your classic hot-tempered protagonist. Not a true rebel. She's here to radiate good vibes. Despite her , she does crave approval (doesn't everyone?). Strives to become more unique and relatable, which, however paradoxical, is a fair desire. A trendsetter, is what she , caught up in meme culture. She's not here to wax poetic, simple and straight to the point, practical, tries to be. Always up for a good time. Good supply of energy, though it can lead to sudden bursts of burnout. Charismatic, encouraging, activist. Life bloom and burst in Technicolor. The kind to piss off , over , but fortunately, she is quick to apologize and equally quick to forgive. A lowish inhibition. Strengths: + Showers her friends with love + + Weaknesses: - Can't stand insects - Spicy food, she's got a low tolerance but is a sucker for it anyways - Comparison is the root of her insecurities - Screaming mental breakdowns Backstory: Maxine dreams of becoming an aviator. Theme Song: Other: scooter ankle |
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Name: Steven Gender: male Age: 21 Sexuality: ??? Appearance (canine): Appearance (human): Personality: Strengths: Weaknesses: - He's not one to trust with secrets. Backstory: Other: tumblr boy
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RP Type: fantasy, casual / semi-lit Name: Ivaro Gender: male Age: Sexuality: Appearance:  Personality: A cynical creature, finds himself not unique enough and so clings to his appearance more than . Strengths: - Weaknesses: - loud noises Backstory: A forest ghoul, cursed to . Little is known of his past, perhaps little is remembered by himself. When the light is faint and blurred by fog, you may see this crepuscular beast in the misty swamps he roams. Other: so I've noticed that my characters that were ascended from adopts tend to have personalities resembling their artist, hm
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Random Idiot (Retired) Name: Lentil Gender: male Avalen Appearance: Lentil is leanly muscled, although his excess of dark, downy fur conceal his true figure. His thickly padded, massive paws can easily trek through the snowy terrain and are tipped with long, silver talon-like claws. Twin silver fangs protrude from his maw, straight and thin, shaped like icicles. Though they may seem fragile, they are immensely strong for their size and harder than steel. His tail is long and thin, tipped with a teardrop shaped tuft of dove grey fur. His fluffy, jet black coat is laced with patterns of very dark grey that gracefully swirl across his body, like the silhouettes of tree branches in the night. Along his legs and tail, these grey patterns turn to broken, uneven stripes. If one looks very closely, you may see faint spots and rosettes scattered sporadically through his fur, like that of a black panther's. However, his upper body is rather less appealing. His head, including his mane, is a pure white. This color contrast can be rather upsetting from an aesthetic standpoint. He has a roundish face compared to other lion-faced Avalon, and wears a somber, almost mournful, yet gentle expression. His doleful, upward turning eyes glow faintly with a deep, amber honey color, and his ears are wide, slanted, more like a fox than a bat. As for his mane, long tufts of fur stick out in the air ungainly, yet his mane only surrounds his head, not spreading to his back, chest and throat. His mane is more akin to beanie baby lion's than a real lion's, or worse, a kindergartener’s doodle of the sun. Perhaps, as a better comparison, he is like a tousled weed with a single white budding flower at the top, a dande lion. This, more than anything else, makes his appearance look quite absurd for a beast of incredibly morbid powers. Overall, he’s an unusual looking fellow, and his appearance can be considered either majestic or downright stupid, depending on who you ask.
Personality: Lentil is a terrible fool (which his name hints at); though he might appear wise simply by his serious expression coupled with his graceful movements and the fact that he’s always ready to give (rather cryptic) advice. Nothing ever seems to faze him; his calm and gentle mood appears constant. He is not one to talk much, but when he does, it is random, sporadic, outlandish, and only occasionally insightful. He thinks himself rather poetic, but who really appreciates poetry in this frozen wasteland? It is difficult to know when to take him literally, or even believe him at all; however, it's not as if anyone has figured this out. He seems kind and gentle enough, and may help you, yet he is not someone to be trusted. Perhaps his expression alone, or his artistic words or kind gestures are enough to make one believe he wears his heart on his sleeve; but the complete opposite is true. He is distant, having many acquaintances but not true friends. In addition, he is apt to tell lies; not because he is intentionally malicious, but because he is delusional towards himself. And despite his calm, trusting demeanor, he is actually highly suspicious, rather morbid, and not quite sane. Deep down, he lacks true empathy, yet still has a Messiah complex, deluded with future visions of grandeur. But who to save, how, and from what are all unclear. Indeed, beneath his mask of pseudo-intellect, most everything is unclear, faded into the hazy depths of amnesia, or perhaps mere emptiness. If the eyes are indeed the window to the soul, his hardly contain a trace of anything.
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+ Has great agility, and strong swimmer + An uncanny sight and perception + Tends to makes others calm and put them at ease, unless you happen to be his unfortunate victim. Then he is downright terrifying. Weaknesses: - He hasn’t got a great sense of smell. - He’s a terrible coward, especially when it comes to confrontation or physical fighting. - His dreams blind him to very imminent problems.
Likes: the sky, the sea, the ice, the breeze. Rhymes and deep philosophies. Dreams, the the night. Hidden delights. Dislikes: basically everything else, though he hides this well.
Backstory: How the IGJVM did he get from the burning savannah to this frozen wasteland? He doesn’t know. And he won’t tell you much about it, except maybe fabricated tales.Other: And he’s simply unaware that he’s named after a be
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