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Full Name: Emory
Breed: Squirrel
Type: SemeUke
Sign/Birthday: April 8th, Aries
Age: late teens
Standing: Wild

Mate: none
Children: none
Other Family: unknown
Friends: Agios
Enemies:
Other Aquaintences:
Shikaku (???)

Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: surprisingly strong constitution, good survival instinct
Weaknesses: antisocial, leaning toward AD/HD, a certain lack of self-control
Moon-related: increasingly competitive with others, aggressive and sometimes violent (not always toward others, but rather throws tantrums)

Name Relevance: "Emory" has two possible origins. The first is the black substance "emery," which is used as a grinding stone, often granular or in powder form. The second is from the Germanic (specifically Visigoth) name Amalric, from which is derived amal, "work, labor" and ric, "power".
Personal Quote:
Favorite Quote:
Theme song:

Roleplay Log (name/RP link, breed/profile link, owner/s, RP status):
none

History
coming soon

Colorist: Nykol
From: BMR's Secret Santa 2006, from Kaineferu
Future plot info:

Full Name: Morcanth
Breed: Cat (orange tabby)
Type: Uke
Sign/Birthday: January 2nd, Capricorn
Age: early twenties
Standing: Neutral

Mate:
Children: none
Other Family: unknown
Friends: Chance
Enemies:
Other Aquaintences:
Gideon (he's perplexing)

Personality: feminine but not girly; a quiet, determined individual.
Likes: homemade/baked foods
Dislikes: bright colors and flashy people
Strengths: knows how to take care of himself in most situations even out in the wilderness
Weaknesses: a lack of confidence especially among his peers, weaker constitution and physique (definitely not always a bad thing, but something important to note)
Moon-related: can lose all confidence in himself and/or become depressed (has never been diagnosed with a mental illness or become suicidal though)

Name Relevance: from the Welsh name, Morcant, which is a variation of the name Morgan. The word, cant means "circle," or "completion." It has other possible meanings when derived by the name Morgan, from mor meaning "sea," mawr or "great," and can which means "bright, white".
Personal Quote:
Favorite Quote:
Playlist:
"When all is Said and Done," Trapt
"Somnambulist," BT

Roleplay Log (name/RP link, breed/profile link, owner/s, RP status):
Gideon, wolf, Ash (in-guild RP), end


History
coming soon

Colorist: MoogerMint
From: BMR's second anniversary Color Your Own Hybrid
Future plot info: probably met Chance up north (Canada, along the border, or in Alaska) and are friends/close at some level.

Full Name: Kaspar
Breed: Angel
Type: Seme
Sign/Birthday: October 1, Libra
Age: Late teens
Standing: Neutral

Mate: none
Children: none
Other Family: Agios, adopted brother
Friends: Chance
Enemies: Emory (dislikes, though it is not outwardly apparent)
Other Aquaintences:
Anatu (well, he's very nice... x_x <333 )
Dante (I don't particularly like him. >/ )

Personality: Tends to keep to himself and study, though what is anyone's guess. Dislikes imposing on anyone and refuses a date to pay for him (though splitting a check does not bother him). He enjoys the ritual of personal grooming (bathing, combing his hair, etc.), as it has a meditative effect as well as boosting his self-esteem.
Likes: Studying ancient civilizations and their cultures then comparing them to modern ones. Philosophy. Flowers.
Dislikes: His own weaknesses, especially his inability to stick up for himself, willpower in certain situations, and his lack of judgment with people.
Strengths: Will stick up for a friend without regard for his own relative safety. His book-learning. His outward appearance.
Weaknesses: Has a bad habit of not sticking up for himself, and while comments may not affect him outwardly he may dwell on them for a long time to come. Has little ability to judge liars for what they are and will take their word at face value (Chance often saves him with a nudge if he is about to do something "stupid").
Moon-related: Tends to get upset over the smallest things, which can make him cranky all day ("ruin his day") or just as easily be "forgotten" (dismissed as the minor problem it really was) only a short time later.

Name Relevance: "Kaspar" is a German form of the name Jasper, which, while the name of a type of stone is also the name of one of the Three Magi (Three Wise Men) from the Manger story. Another form of the name is the name for which Kaspar was teased as a child, that being of a famous "friendly ghost".
Personal Quote: Not a quote, but he is known for giving the object of his annoyance a serene grin with an unseen Middle Finger.
Favorite Quote:
Theme song: "Iris," Goo Goo Dolls

Roleplay Log (name/RP link, breed/profile link, owner/s, RP status):
none

History
coming soon. those chains have rhyme and reason... o:

Colorist: Nykol
From: BMR's Secret Santa 2007, from tbris <3
Future plot info:

Profile forthcoming.

Full Name: unknown
Goes By: Toldëa (or Tol)
Breed: ???
Type: Seme
Sign/Birthday: Capricorn/January 08
Age: unknown
Standing: neutral

Mate: undisclosed
Children: undisclosed
Other Family: seriously, he's not going to tell you
Friends: he'll say none
Enemies: he'll say everyone
Other Aquaintences: many in his travels

Personality: Toldëa is certainly not the most social animal. In fact he often covers face with clothing or hair out of habit, leaving only his glittering eyes to reflect any sort of emotion. Because of his lifestyle and profession, he is not one to seek out the company of others. While some might like to blend in with the crowd, he blends in best with the shadows. He has never been accused of being the life of the party, or striking up a lively conversation. His profession has always been death and he takes that (and whatever he sets his sight on) very seriously. The only exception to that is children, whose company along with animals he "suffers" in silence. He actually likes the company, and a companionable silence is always greatly appreciated. He is accustomed to hissing softly in pain or annoyance, and this often shows up in his speech pattern, whether he feels them or not, and usually sounds a great deal less annoyed, or a great deal more amused, than he really is.
Likes: His favorite colors include black, silver and dark greys, and deep-hued reds such as ruby and blood. He enjoys the company of children, though he does not admit it nor openly show it, except for a softening of the eyes perhaps, or a light touch to the sleeping child's shoulder after he or she has come to curl up beside him. He does not play with them, give encouragement, or really even talk with them, though a sense that an unheard communication is made. He relishes physical touch though of course hardly shows it, and it is possibly part of why he likes children and their daring, innocent acceptance, and ability to see though an intangible mask erected by the chronically lonely. His eye is always captivated by the shiny or glittery, such as treasure (coins, jewelry, gems), iridescent dragon scales or insect wings, fire, and the stars. He also likes eyes for their glittering expressiveness and often stares at them, unnerving their owners.
Dislikes: Though he may seem to enjoy it, he abhors his dark and shadowy existence. Even this one who wallows in his loneliness and the darkness does not really enjoy the feeling of being lonely, which is vastly different from being simply alone. He understands terms like "pregnant silence" and "screaming silence" all too well.
Strengths: Children are drawn to him, of course. Does he charm them somehow, as with hypnosis or a sort of secretion or pheromone? Perhaps... perhaps not. Regardless, while his purpose is not sinister in this case, many untrusting adults have accused him of bewitching the children in the past! His dark, brooding, hateful countenence is a great shield to him. People naturally want to stay away from and often block his presence from their consciousness. In other words, instinctively they know he is hiding right there in the shadows around the corner, but they will likely never remember, as if shrugging off a bad dream. If he wants to be known and acknowledged he will come into the light and approach them directly, even bearing their cold, angry, and terrified stare. He is an accomplished rider of winged dragons, horses, and other mounts and can competently drive a variety of vehicles. This latter is not so much a talent as a great deal of experience; the animals usually seem willing to do his bidding, either out of fear, his strong controlled aura, or perhaps some of that "bewitching" people are so fond of labeling him with. He is also a powerful and fearsome fighter, primarily a long sword, which he carries with him always. He is also good with hand-to-hand combat, and prefers close-range assassinations to sniping or poisons.
Weaknesses: His repellent nature is indeed a shortcoming as much as his strength! Because of his "dark aura" it is exceedingly difficult to become close to anyone. The children who love him are torn away by their parents. Adults fear and loathe him. He thinks that perhaps it is better that way... He can be prone to depression if he does not keep himself busy, and is often found "fidgiting" - weaving a length of rope, tidying up (he has a very clean living area), polishing metal, and the like.
Moon-related: His tendency toward depression is often heightened during this time. Once or twice he has tried to die, literally laying in a dark corner without moving for days on end. His body does not seem to want to die, and on the times he has actively tried to end his existence (knife, etc.) he never was able to go through with it. Something stopped him, the image of a reason to live, or simply the thought of "Well, someone has to be this way, it may as well be me."

Name Relevance: Toldëa is high elvish for "eight" or "eighth" which I have made to be his birthday. He is based on one of Tolkien's nazgul (ring wraith), cosplay character of mine from another shop whom I have not played in quite a while, Úlairë Toldëa, or Ringwraith Eight. This Tol will not be a Tolkien cosplay/ring wraith here (obviously), but as mentioned below, will instead be a mercenary whose job requires him to exhibit similar characteristics.
Personal Quote: Go away; death awaits you here.
Favorite Quote: "...why do these black horses endure such riders?" - J.R.R. Tolkien
Playlist:
"Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Seen," Louis Armstrong
"These Walls," Trapt
"When I'm Gone," 3 Doors Down

History
A child growing up under the constant stares of fearful, hateful, and disgusted people is understandably going to result in one confused if not downright angry and messed-up adult. Toldëa was no exception. By puberty he had taken to the shadows and adopted a persona we are now familiar with. He had already given up on the hope of receiving the "basics" taken for granted by most children: friends, school, love, a normal job, acceptance, sunshine...

Toldëa has lived a long life in the shadows, a member of a small, tight-knit group of notorious mercenaries that nevertheless "does not exist". They did anything from reconoisance to assassinations and guerilla warfare. A soldier, ninja, and spy in his day, something finally changed him.

What was that something, or perhaps, whom? Most likely, no one will ever know unless they can completely break down his carefully erected walls. He is not the type of person to let them collapse all at once either, all the horror and sorrow he has endured pelting his witness like falling concrete and debris. No, in fact if someone were to get that close it would have to be over many years of persistence, but who would ever be so open and patient with the likes of him?

Whatever it was, at some point Tol had decided enough was enough. He went "freelance," in a way... One day one of his old cronies may drop by with his desperate need for backup and he would feel obliged to help, but he refuses to take on any new jobs. He is sick of his old life and what it stood for, but what remains of his "self" is so very little, almost like a shell. And of that "something" that changed him, there are no photos, no journals, no phone numbers that would remind him... Except perhaps for one beautifully-crafted ring that he sometimes pulls out of his shirt and gazes at when no one is around. Perhaps this ring that he wears around his neck is just a random piece of pretty jewelry, or perhaps it really does hold significance. No one really knows...

And he is not about to discuss it. He is working very slowly at making a new life for himself, starting literally from the ground up.


Colorist: Nykol
From: BMR's Third Anniversary, Best Original Hybrid contest
Future plot info: