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 Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:34 am
A purr of laughter welcomes you from an unseen source, like a velvet hand reaching out of the darkness to direct you, guiding you along on an unseen path. And so you move, the darkness around you parting at odd moments to reveal eyes, glittering in the light that is radieting from you, suprisingly enough. "Welcome..." Purrs that unseen voice again, seemingly in front of you. You reach forward, your hands gripping a velvet curtain and for a moment you hold on to the softness, the warmth of the darkness before ripping it to the side and stepping into blinding light. Once your eyes adjust to what seems like a blinding light you make an awed sound, eyes wide to drink in the beauty before you.
In the center of what you can see now to be a black desert, black sand trickleing from your shoes as you move, is an oasis like the which you have never seen. The grass was the purest green, a start from the black sand you trailed into the edge of the grotto. Trees sprang from the ground, white trunks glowing in the midday sun even as their black leaves sheltered you from the suns hateful gaze. Ahead there is water, you can smell it, almost taste it on your tounge, but you cannot see it yet. As you move forward you notice that there is something odd behind you and turn to find yourself facing a twisted version of yourself. Muffling a startled scream, you recegnise your shadow, standing in front of you. Behind the other you, you can see the folds of the darkness staining the black desert part and another figure enters the grotto with lions on her heels. The figure was dressed in all black, her lithe figure dancing over the grasses and into the shade opposite you with a praticed grace. You noticed that while your shadow stood behind you, albiet weird and twisted as it was, she had no shadow to dance at her heels. She smiled, a flash of pointed teeth the only feature to be seen under a black mask. You draw back, suddenly worried that the women with the lions at her back may take offence to your presence and she laughs. The same purr that found you when you first entered the black desert.
"By thy friend of foe..." The women purred as her lions made their way toward the center of the oasis. "Welcome to my refuge that lay beyond the black desert and velvet darkness." She turns from you then, throwing her hand wide to include the whole of the beauty. "Enjoy the sights, sounds and feel of this place for not many can make their way through the darkness with going at least a little mad." The wraith chuckled, bowing slightly toward her new guest. "I must leave you for now, for the midday sun means a shadow like myself must retire to the darkness of the desert, but my lions are always pleased to entertain." With that, the shadow darted back into the velvet darkness of the desert, leaving a very confused guest in her wake...
"Welcome to My refuge and may it be one for you..." Name:
Nickname:
Title:
Pride:
Rank:
Acquired:
Gift from Lat.
Gender:
Stage:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Relations:
Background:
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:36 am
Confused, you look toward what you assume is the oasis, where the lions had disappeared and sigh. The grass is soft beneath your feet as you move beneath the trees toward the scent of water and to, what you hope, are a group of friendly lions.
The grass turns to soft black sand as you near the waters edge. Light reflects off of the clear water, making it impossible to see into the water, though the surface would ripple from time to time. Again, you find yourself alone, looking into the bright water, no lions to be found. You settle back, sure that this is just another of the wraiths deceptions when you spot a black pedestal. You gaze at the black marble slab for a moment more before wandering over to it and finding a register of sorts inscribed in the stone...
Page 1:
Post o1: Introduction
Post o2: Contents
Post o3: Salania
Post o4: Regius
Post o5: Vasire
Post o6: Nikalo
Post o7: Riadir
Post o8: Althier
Post o9: Arindyle
Post 1o: Anijak
Post 11: Kiato
Post 12: Jetivi
Post 13: Syri
Post 14: Relati
Post 15: Avirin
Page 2:
Post 1: Xithis
Post 2: Aoi
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:37 am
Salania
Nickname:
Sala
Title:
Ghostling
Pride:
Rank:
Acquired:
A gift from the mother and the father and Latonia de la Courtel and darklittleangel; colored by Yak
Gender:
Female
Stage:
Adult
Likes:
Sala likes using her gift to play with people. She likes to pretend she is the wind. She will generally be found in the tall grasses or in the river, splashing about when she is not invisible. She also loves to hunt. Her natural ability to be unseen gives her a distinct advantage over her prey. Salania also like to scare people, when she is in this realm. She is not sane so she isn't always here. She also likes to play... games.
Dislikes:
She dislikes when people yell at her. She also hates it when people challenge her and what she can do. And, if you laugh at her, then you will be meeting her claws. She is big on vengeance.
Dreams:
Her only dream is to live. And die.
Relations:
Father: Sabastian
Mother: Akitana
Brothers:Adit Akash and Hinhallow
Sister: Issaria
Grandparents: Illitashia, Akintunde (Aki)
Adopted Grandfather: Anubis (Sab)
Uncle: Mika'il
Aunt: Amirah
Background:
As a cub, Sala was burdened with the fact that she was ghost like her father. Issa, who seemed to her to be jealous, was always fighting with her and she would fight back. By the time she could turn completely invisible as a cub, she was ready to run away from her pride. Although she hadn't left yet, she stayed invisible for lengths of time to escape from her family.
After her friend Aygra disappeared, Sala found herself spending a great amount of time by herself. Because of this, she found that she enjoyed using her gifts to mess with other lions perceptions of the world. Then one day, she was laying in the sun, pretending to sleep and she met Arsenic.
Sala quickly grew to like the young male. He wasn't loud, boisterous or overly controlling. Just nice, and attractive too. But as she grew more and more fond of the boy, trouble was brewing at home.
Her one and only sister had grown jealous of her families differences when she was and had taken it out on Sala. As Issaria grew to find out that she, too, was unique, she had tried to make it up to Sala but Sala had suffered enough of her. With one final fight, the two scattered to the four winds. Salania had thought of going to Arsenic but he had moved on, away from her. Alone, afraid, but determined never to return to her father's pride, to her sister, Salania did something she had never dreamed of, she stepped into a different existence. Being half dead gave her the ability to walk both worlds, living and dead. She stayed there, learning all she could from those there until she came upon a Dark One, one of the singers of the world. He sent her away, an abomination not to be suffered. Where she landed was twisted pain, a place where everything tried to kill her, harm her. For months, maybe years, she remained there until she could escape. There was a price to be paid and she gave it. A bargain to be made and she made it.
There was nothing left of the Dark One when she returned to the world of the dead. She had taken him to hell with her.
But the bargain held her, bound her, and broke her too.
Salania had divided herself to return and in that division came the madness that followed. She wandered, anger, pain, hate. Her path crossed every where, stopping no where. Sala could find no where to rest, no one who knew. Anger pain hate love sorrow laughter hate hate hate. She stumbled into one of the Dark Ones, a Dark Fayth that should not be here. Hate hate love. He had not paid but he knew. Aveshar....
Past Stages:
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 5:42 pm
Name:
Regius
Nickname:
Reg
Title:
Blind Prince
Pride:
Rank:
Acquired:
Gift from Lat; colored by Fanta!
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Adult
Likes:
Regius enjoys spending time with his family, with the exception of his father. He enjoys simple things, like that. But, he also enjoys hunting. He doesn't want to admit that he enjoys the kill, thinking that it is some how beneath him, but he does.
Dislikes:
His father. And parts of his past.
Dreams:
To be better than his father.
Relations:
Father: Talcorin
Step Mother: Illitashia
Mother: Venati
Siblings: Inati and Tenari
Step Siblings (I1): Mika'il, Amirah, Akitana
Step Siblings (I2): Lilac Wish, Spencer and Crow
Half Siblings (I&T): Arien, Rhys, Alaula, Natalia
Background:
When Reg was young, he'd raced across the pride lands and took a tumble that cost him his sight. He blamed this on his father, who had been the reason he'd been running, but never took it up with the older lion. Mainly because he was small and blind. It took him a while to get used to this new way of life, but he would never accept a familiar to guide him. He wanted to be able to survive on his own.
He met Laqueta when he was still young and found in her a kindred spirit. They had both had fathers that they detested. Or, at least, that was the impression that she gave. She was always there to support him when his efforts at training himself to fight his father seemed to much. Always there to lament with him about life. Always there.
Until he left.
He decided to wander, to learn his own strengths and weaknesses on his own. He never gave any thought to whether or not Laqueta would be waiting for him when he got back. He'd hoped she would be, but he hoped she would have found someone more worth her time, as well.
His journey took him wherever it wanted, in a winding path. Regius once came across a ghost, who laughed at him, told him he was on the path she had once taken. He knew her, vaguely. Salania, the Ghostling. Who was insane. The ghost had made him think, and had made him flee. It was a path that he did not want to follow.
It was a hard road, with his ability to hunt lessened by his lack of sight. He hunted a lot, reveling in the empty feeling of death. And he got good, after a while.
At first, he avoided lions, not trusting them. Not wanted to be around them. He avoided them. Or tried too.
One day, after he had finally brought down something to eat, a task he had not been able to do for over a week, he ran into his first lion. Practically starving, he'd crouched over his kill, growling as a lioness approached. She probably had been a hungry as he was, to walk up to him like that. And if she had waited, he may have left her the scraps. But she didn't. She answered him, growl for growl, and his first real fight began.
Regius walked away from the fight, but didn't return to his kill. He'd won.
But he'd had to kill her to do it.
Conflicting emotions raged in him. Regret, triumph, anger, joy. All of it. All of them. He'd killed.
He never expected that he might have to do it again.
A year after that day, Reg ran into a lion who cursed him, challenged him to a fight. All over the death of his mate. Regius fought, but managed to escape with only a few scars. That time. The lion hunted him, fought with him, tried to kill him, for the length of time that Reg wandered.
So he decided to return to the pride lands, return to the lioness waiting for him.
Of course, he did have to wonder how much danger he had put her in just by coming home.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 5:42 pm
Vasire
Nickname:
Vas
Title:
Seductive Jewel
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Gift from Lat; colored by Odet
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Adult
Likes:
Casalure
Flirting with other men
Being a complete and utter a*****e when he feels like it
The sun
The rain
Calming Casalure down when he is angry
Dealing with lions who think that they are better than him in his ~favorite way.
Fighting.
Oh, god yes, fighting.
Dislikes:
Lions who think they are better or entitled because of a pedigree.
Anyone who looks down on him for enjoying a good brawl.
Swimming.
Lakes.
Rivers.
His ex.
Love. *coughcoughcough*
Dreams:
To do what he wants, whenever he wants without anyone tying him down. *cough couch meaning: To find the perfect someone who won't let him continue as he is?*
Relations:
Great-Grand Parents (Rell's Parents): Ellidanio and Rackna
Great-Grand Parents (Jayvyn's Parents):Akintunde and Kichea
Grand Parents: Rellick, Jayvyn, Fatale
Aunt (R&A): Naharia & Miurne
Aunt/Uncle (all): Fatale & Asakori
Aunt/Uncles (R&J&A): Kalliska, Anagari, Llail
Aunt/Uncles (R&N): Olora & Zahavi
Father: Nitarin
Mother: Insiri
Siblings (I&N1): Nasiri & Cavalia
Background:
When Vas was a kit, he didn't think he would take after his grandfather. Of course, he didn't really question his tendency to pick on other kits. At least, not the female ones. He was only playing, right? As he got older, he came to see it as flirting a bit. It wasn't until he was a teen that he saw it for what it really was. Bullying. He enjoyed it, not because he got to be around someone he liked, just because it was fun. Now, he wasn't really mean. Just snide remarks and occasionally a trick or two, so he couldn't be called a bully. Just someone who liked to have fun.
But he didn't pick on males like he did females, in a friendly sort of way. It took a lion to show him what his malfunction truly was.
A light blue lion, a teen, the same age as Vas, swept into his life one summer. He was charming, to the point where Vasire had to stop what he was doing (which was laying in the sun) and watch this lion sweet talk another femme out of half her kill. It was entrancing, really. The worst part of all this was that when this lion noticed Vasire watching, he looked up and winked.
Vasire felt his heart speed up and did the sane, brave thing to do. He ran home to talk to his grandfather. What else could he do? Of course, walking in on his grandfather so firmly wrapped around Jayvyn didn't help matters. In fact, he made him run away even faster.
Where he found himself face to face with this blue lion that had caused all this in the first place.
And so it began. Vas tried to avoid this blue lion as much as he could, but always found himself face to face with the object of his secret desires. Until he couldn't take it anymore.
"Are you following me for any particular reason or just to be a pain in my a**?" Vasire growled. He wanted to rip that smirk of the blue lions face.
"I have a reason." He chimed, taking a step closer to Vas, who felt all his anger draining into uncertianty. "You are my reason."
Honey-coated words, The same kind he'd probably spoken to that lioness, but Vasire could feel himself falling for them too. "You..." A half formed thought, trailing off into nothingness.
"Let me show you how much I adore you." The blue lion spoke, stepping forward to nuzzle him. And Vas fell. Hard.
For the rest of the summer, they were together. They laughed, cuddled, did everything two young lions could do together. Then the summer ended and they attained their adulthood, so to speak.
And one frost bitten night, they took their 'love' seriously.
Vasire woke alone.
It didn't take him long to find he new lover. He called out to him, using his name for a change. The blue lion left the lioness he was talking to and padded up to him, smiling. Vasire went to say something, anything, because there was something sitting on him. Something a lot like dread. But the blue lion spoke first. Two words. "Good bye." And turned and walked out of Vasire's life.
But Vas didn't wear heartbreak well. He wandered out of the pride he called home, picking fights with random lions on the way. It was fun. It was reckless. It was everything that he wanted to be. It didn't matter how much he got hurt. He would heal. All that mattered was that he never wanted to get close to another lion again.
But fate decided to throw him and he stumbled across Casalure.
A Fayth. Perfect. Straight. He was beautiful. Had the same color coat as his ex, but Vas never let that thought fully form in his head. After all, Casalure's mane was black and he had those markings (which Vas could stare at all day, mind you). He was nothing like the other blue lion. Nothing at all.
So, Vas spent time around the reluctant blue lion, coaxing him, making fun of him, wanting him to admit that he was gay for Vas. It was just a game. He didn't know when it happened, when it all stopping being so playful. Maybe it was when Cas finally gave in? Maybe it was the first time Cas smiled?
And Vas fell. Hard.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 5:44 pm
Name:
Nikalo
Nickname:
Nik
Title:
DarkSound
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Gift from Lat, colored by Mya!
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Adult
Likes:
His friends
His family
The Lost Cove
Blissful silence
The moon (duh)
Kizrain
Dislikes:
Aunty Salania
Anything having to do with Aunty Salania
The noise the darkness makes
Being a burden to his friends or family
Not knowing what he wants
Dreams:
To not follow his Aunt's pawprints
Relations:
Father: Hinhallow
Mother: Lakona
Sister (H&L1): Acierta
Uncles/Aunts (H's Side): Adit Akash, Salania and Issaria
Grand Mother (L's Side): The Moon Lioness
Grand Father (L's Side): Unknown
Grand Father (H's Side): Sabastian
Grand Mother (H's Side): Akitana
Great Grand Father (Aki's Side): Akintunde
Great Grand Mother (Aki's Side): Illitashia
Great Grand Father (Sab's Side): Anubis (Adopted)
Great Great Uncles/Aunts: Amirah and Mika'il (1), Lilac Wish, Crow and Spencer (2), Alaula, Natalia, Arien and Rhys (3
Background:
Being the son of a MoonLioness and a Dreamweaver had its perks sometimes. Or, that's what they said. Nikalo was the son Lakona and Hinhallow, respective to the formal titles. The gift he got from that union was not one that he would have wanted. At first, it wasn't bad. He could hear his grandmother speaking in his head and a persistent whisper of something else. When he was a cub, he managed to figure out what it was. His grandmother represented the light side of his gift. The darkness presented itself in the form of his Aunt, his brother's sister, Salania. A ghost, or something like that. She was insane, or that's what they said anyway. Nik did have conversations with her occasionally. Sometimes she was sane, if a bit scary. Sometimes she... wasn't. But it wasn't as though the conversations were that bad. It was the echo of her voice that resounded in his head. There were others, sometimes, but mostly it was her that drowned out the sound of the moon. Nik couldn't even begin to tell what he heard most of the time, or what it did to him.
He managed to find refuge in the Lost Cove, with the other members of LU2. This did not amuse his aunt. In fact, he heard her swearing up and down she was going to follow him there one day and kill all his friends. While he doubted she would do that, it struck a fear into his heart. Sala may not attack them all, but she was sure to attack one of them. The one that was most important.
Kizrain.
The lunar lion had captured his attention when he was a kit. Mainly because when Kiz was around, he couldn't hear Sala. Nik couldn't hear the moon either, but it was worth it just to have a few hours without the mad rambles and threats and thoughts. Nikalo quickly became addicted to that feeling, something like freedom. But guilt ate at him. What danger was he putting his friend into just by spending time with him? That, and something else. Something that he didn't have a name for because to put it into words would be dangerous.
What was he going to do about it?
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 5:44 pm
Riadir
Nickname:
Ria
Title:
SkyKing
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Gift from Lat; colored by Mya!
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Kit
Likes:
Family
Solitude
Things being right
Protecting others
Being in charge
Destorying things
Dislikes:
Hurting others
Lions who are wishy-washy, who won't stand up for what they believe in
Lions who cry all the time
Weakness
Lions who refuse to grow up
Dreams:
To control his fate
Relations:
Father: Caladbolg
Mother: Spira
Siblings (C&S1): Clasira and Adian
Background:
When Riadir was young, he was rather carefree, romping around with his brother and sister, perfectly normal. Of course, a child of Spira and Caladbolg could never be perfectly normal.
His brother, Adian, made him angry one fateful day and lightning fell from the sky, striking near his brother. Ria had caused it, he felt it, he knew it. He'd almost killed his brother in a fit of childish anger. In that moment, he knew that he could not do that. He had to grow up. Mentally, at least, for nothing would speed up his actual growth. But he couldn't really be a child anymore, not if he could hurt everyone.
He couldn't be like Adian, who, even though he had an uncanny knack for fighting, could still play around. Still be a child. His sister, Clasira, vexed him to no end, however. She had a gift too. A gift for storms. And still she refuced to see things the way he did. She could hurt others too. A lot of others, but she started crying at the smallest things. And flooding the world. He did have to show her that she had to grow up, to be an adult. To acted responsibly with her power.
Easier said than done.
Of course, his family weren't the only ones who vexed Riadir. He had friends, too. Nikalo, son of Hinhallow, was someone he considered a friend. Even though he was an idiot. A big, fat idiot with a tendency toward self-sacrificing motives. If he didn't hand himself freely into whatever his aunt was planning, Riadir would be very surprised.
He wondered what lightning did to ghosts.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 10:15 pm
Name:
Althier
Nickname:
Thi
Title:
Broken Clover
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
St. Patrick's Day Flatsale 2008; colored by Doodle
Gender:
Female
Stage:
Kit. Still.
Likes:
Nature
Boys
Having fun
Making mischief
Dislikes:
Girls
Too much sun
Endless days
Dreams:
To grow up. X.X
Relations:
--
Background:
Althier was abandoned by her family. She things. Well, she doesn't really know, does she? She's been alone for as long as she could remember. It wasn't hard, to be alone, just, well, kinda lonely. It would be nice to have other lions to talk tto, occasionally. Ah well. It wasn't like she was going to spend her entire life like this. She was only a kit, after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 9:28 pm
Arindyle
Nickname:
Arin
Title:
Noble Heart
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
PL Rehoming event 2009; colored by Kaoru
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Adult
Likes:
Being charming
Powerful, 'broken' women
His children
Life
The ?? he can do.
Dislikes:
The ?? he can do
Being used
Being threatened
Situations that there is no way out of
Dreams:
To break away from the conventions he was placed under
Relations:
Children (Sala/Arin 1): Syri, Tae'Anera, and Arindara
Background:
Arindyle (Arin for short) is of a dying breed, a gentleman. Taught by his father to always respect others and treat them kindly, the real world was a bit of a shock to him. Once he got out on his own, that is. Far from his sheltered life, the noble boy found himself running across the oddest and possibly most twisted lions around. In that, of course, he was mistaken, since he'd only come across a couple who had wandered into his path. They intrigued him, though. The crazy, the vicious, the mad, and the dreamers. Especially the lionesses, strong, proud, and not lady-like as his mother had been. That, and they could probably break him into kindling, as it were. Arin found himself drawn to the downtrodden, the broken, and the damned.
Well, that was the beginning of the end for him. He wandered through the Pride Lands, really just drifting from place to place. An affliction of his youth had returned to him, making him flee from 'civilalized' company. It wasn't bad, this thing that he could do, but it wasn't something that he wanted the general population to know. He was just a charming, wandering gentleman. Really.
In his travels, he came across an odd sight. A pink lioness, fading in and out of view, talking to the air. Maybe she was a ghost. Maybe she could see something he couldn't. Eitherway, he was instantly intrigued. Which should really have make him run the other way. He did get close enough to catch part of the conversation, though.
"--YOU STUPID CREATURE! THIS IS NOT A BARGIAN, A BROKEN THING OF BLOOD AND BONE AND FLESH! NOTHING FORGIVEN! DON'T--" Then the pink femme went quiet, swaying on her feet. "You are a pain in my a**, Xithis. Why couldn't you just leave me to kill her?"
Arindyle was wondering if he should leave at this point when another voice echoed around.
"I'll not have you a kinslayer, Salania. Take out your anger with Aveshar and Issaria in another way." A long pause and a laugh. "May I suggest the male who is watching, then?"
The pink femme turned to look at him then. "Hello, stranger."
Of course, it didn't take long from there for them to fall into a den together, the earlier conversation all but forgotten. Until the children were born. And the mother tried to kill them. And him. And then there was Aveshar...
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:41 pm
Name:
Anijak
Nickname:
Ani, Jak
Title:
Trickster
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Gift from Lat and Hana; colored by Odet!
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Teen
Likes:
Playing increasingly humilating pranks on lions
Dislikes:
--
Dreams:
--
Relations:
Mother: Venati
Father: Blackjack
Brothers: Piquet & Citali
Half Siblings: Tenari, Inati, Regius
Background:
--
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:41 pm
Name:
Kiato
Nickname:
Kia
Title:
The Unweaver
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Gift from Lat and DeD; colored by Odet!
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Kit
Likes:
--
Dislikes:
--
Dreams:
To have one.
Relations:
GrandParents (Ina): Venati x Talcorin
Step GrandParents: Blackjack (Venati) & Illitashia (Talcorin)
Aunt/Uncle(Venati&Talcorin1): Tenari and Regius
Step Aunts/Uncles (Illi1): Mika'il, Amirah, Akitana
Step Aunts/Uncles (Illi2): Lilac Wish, Spencer, Crow
Half Aunts/Uncles (Illi&T): Rhys, Arein, Alaula, Natalia
Half Aunts/Uncles (V&B1): Citali, Anijak, Piquet
Cousins (Regius&Laqueta1): Siulera, Relati, Regulus
Mother: Inati
Father: Bakari
Siblings (InatixBakari1): Valriana and Sanura
Background:
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:48 pm
Name:
Jetivi
Nickname:
Jet
Title:
The CopyCat
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
4th Anniversary Flatsale, colored by Tolli!
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Kit
Likes:
--
Dislikes:
--
Dreams:
--
Relations:
--
Background:
--
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:07 pm
Note for RP: When posted in Cyan, he is Syri. When posted in Indigo, he is Irys.
Name:
Syri or Irys
Nickname:
--
Title:
The Divided Heart
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Tolli breeding!! Salania and Arindyle, PL Anniversary Event 2009
Gender:
Male
Stage:
Kit
Likes:
--
Dislikes:
--
Dreams:
To be one
Relations:
Great Grandparent (Sabastian): Anubis (Adopted)
Great Grandparents (Akitana): Illitashia and Akintunde
Great Uncles/Aunts: Amirah and Mika'il (1), Lilac Wish, Crow and Spencer (2), Alaula, Natalia, Arien and Rhys (3)
Grandparents (Salania): Akitana x Sabastian
Aunts&Uncles (Salania): Issaria, HinhallowxLakona, Adit Akash
Cousins (HinxLakona1): Acierta & Nikalo
Father: Arindyle
Mother: Salania
Siblings (S&A1): Tae'Anera and Arindara
Background:
--
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:18 pm
Name:
Relati
Nickname:
Rela
Title:
--
Pride:
--
Rank:
--
Acquired:
Tolli breeding!!!! Regius and Laqueta, PL Anniversary Event 2009
Gender:
Female
Stage:
Kit
Likes:
--
Dislikes:
--
Dreams:
--
Relations:
Grandparents (Regius): Talcorin x Venati
Aunts (T&V1): Inati & Tenari
Step GrandParents: Blackjack (Venati) & Illitashia (Talcorin)
Step Aunts/Uncles (IllixAkin): Mika'il, Amirah, Akitana
Step Aunts/Uncles (IllixWW): Lilac Wish, Spencer, Crow
Half Aunts/Uncles (Illi&T1): Rhys, Arein, Alaula, Natalia
Half Aunts/Uncles (V&B1): Citali, Anijak, Piquet
Cousins (InatixBakari): Valriana, Kiato, Sanura
Father: Regius
Mother: Laqueta
Siblings (R&L1): Regulus and Siulera
Background:
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:07 am
Name:
Avirin
Nickname:
Title:
Pride:
Rank:
Acquired:
Page 10,000 Raffle; colored by Fanta!
Gender:
Stage:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Relations:
Background:
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