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 Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:38 pm
`Swirlz Kitties Go Here ;o
Introduuuucing::
MY LAZINESS ;D ;D ;D -- I reallllly need to update everything. YOU DO IT FOR ME.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:42 pm
[Brutal] ♪Current theme:♫
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. . .
 Name: Airi Nickname: . . . Gender: Female Species: Scottish fold Age: 18 Height: 5'4'' Territory: The Ruins Status: Noob Weapon of choice: . . . Heritage Parents: . . . Siblings: . . . Mate: None Offspring: None Previous owner: Nikui Appearance Airi's a rough around the edges sort of girl. She's got scratches on her elbows and her curls are always just a little bit messy. Reservation is etched into her features and a kind word is unlikely to pass from her lips. Those that manage to get through her shall will be gifted. Eye color: Brown Hair color: Black Skin color: Tan Fur color: Gray/White Clothing: School Uniform Breed Information: Scottish Folds, whether with folded ears or with normal ears, are typically good-natured and placid and adjust to other animals within a household extremely well. They tend to become very attached to their human caregivers and are by nature quite affectionate. Folds receive high marks for playfulness, affection, and grooming, and are often intelligent, loyal, softspoken, and adaptable to home situations and people. HistoryAiri originally came from a kitten mill that was breeding scottish folds specifically for the rush of the population of Japan wanting them. She was released when people came to rescue them from the horrible conditions, but managed to escape in the chaos of trying to get all of the cats out. She is pretty stable when it comes to emotions, but she oftens panics when in a large group or when she's smothered with other cats near her. Airi would prefer to not show such weakness, but she does have her weak points. Likes: Parties, hunting, having fun, dancing, boys Dislikes: Stupid people, other girls, being bored AcquaintancesIkuto - Friend/Foe/ UnknownRoulette - Friend/Foe/ UnknownAsmodeus - Friend/ Foe/Unknown Novi - Friend/Foe/ UnknownEl - Friend/ Foe/Unknown Dracal - Friend/Foe/ UnknownFalain - Friend/Foe/Unknown/ Adopted into FamilySassy - Friend/Foe/ Unknown
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:43 pm
[Airi] November 21st, 2009 Free Collar Noob: - 3 Formal RP [ X] [ X] [ X] - 4 Informal RP [ X] [ X] [ X] [ X] [ X] [ X] - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group [] Novice Free Collar: - 5 Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] - 4 Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 1+ Battles [] Master Free Collar: - 6+ Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] [] - 4+ Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 5+ Battles [] [] [] [] []
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 7:08 pm
[Debonair]
♪Current theme:♫
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. . .
Name: Seven
Nickname: . . .
Gender: Male
Species: Havana Brown
Age: 10
Height: 4'5"
Territory: . . .
Status: Collared
Weapon of choice: Claws?
Heritage
Parents: None
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Previous owner: Nikui
Appearance Clothing <-- Black suit, accented with white, with bits of red.
Normal top-hat with a white or a red band - exaggerated a bit in size.
Seven will have a thicker build, broad shoulders, nice manly arms, tapered to a thing but not anorexic waist...
Hair
**Keep in mind I don't own those images, they're for reference as to the style I'm lookin' for**
Those are very adult images, which is what he'll eventually be... but for now he's a ten year old boys in dress clothes that are a bit over-sized and his hair is just starting to grow out long, obviously he's clean-shaved as... he doesn't even have hair to shave
Eye color: Golden Green
Hair color: Rich Brown
Skin color: Pale
Fur color: Rich Brown
Clothing: WIP
Breed Information: . . .
History
Likes: . . .
Dislikes: . . .
De-Collaring
Ugh. How stupid could he have been? Seven looked at the tip of his scarf in dismay. He’d never thought of it as a collar, more as being a scarf. A scarf that was his one accessory. He’d ruined it. He’d dipped his beautiful scarf in mud. Now his beautiful scarf was bedraggled, crusty, and smelled slightly of something he couldn’t recognize nor did he think that he really want to be able to recognize. Since nobody was around, Seven let the tears fill up in his eyes. It was hard to live on the streets, even worse trying to keep himself fully up kept at all times. Why did he have to be messy and stupid? The puddle of mud had been huge and he’d just been daydreaming about the fun times he had had with Miss Ae. What would she think of him all muddied up? What would others think?
No. He’d not let others see him like this all mussed and totally awful looking. Breathing deeply Seven set out to get the scarf off, rubbing against a pole almost frantically to get the single knot loosened. After eons of rubbing it was undone enough that he could back out of it carefully. Inching backwards, the material slowly slipped off his head and onto the ground in front of him. His scarf… Saddened at the loss of his claim to dignity Seven bit the material and began to drag it off. Someday he’d have it fully clean again and he’d just put it back on again. Yes, his scarf would come back someday.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 7:13 pm
[Seven] February 5th, 2010 Collared: - 2 Formal RP [ X] [ X] - 3 Informal RP [ X] [ X] [ X] - 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [X] Free Collar Noob: - 5 Formal RP [] [] [] - 5 Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group [] Novice Free Collar: - 6 Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] - 5 Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 3+ Battles [] Master Free Collar: - 10+ Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] [] - 5+ Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 5+ Battles [] [] [] [] []
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 7:15 pm
[Charming]
♪Current theme:♫
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Name: Rowan
Nickname: Ro
Gender: Male
Species: Bobtail
Age: 8
Height: 4'
Territory: . . .
Status: Collared
Weapon of choice: Claws?
Heritage N/A
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Previous owner: Nikui
Appearance X
A slow-steady grin on his face, eyes are open and friendly. His eyes are a bit deceiving though because they hide the sharp wits he has. Kind of an "All-American" vibe to him, without the urge to make apple pie.
Green sneakers, if they show
Eye color: Bright green
Hair color: Dusty red-blonde
Skin color: pale olive-ish, just natural. He's not overly pale, but he doesn't tan himself
Fur color: red-orange
Clothing: Dusty red-blonde hair that's a bit scruffy and kind of short. He doesn't want to fuss with his hair so he keeps it short, to avoid looking messy.
One stud earring.
A grin that could only be described as slow'n'easy.
Loose fit jeans, low on his hips and kinda baggy. (no boxers, if his hips show I'd like to see that delicious male V ;o)
For a shirt, I'd give him a lovely green sweater, one sleeve pushed up to the elbow, again a baggy/relaxed fit but he doesn't buy stuff that's 5 sizes too big.
His collar, or remains of in later stages will be wrapped around his hands/wrist like knuckle bandages.
Breed Information: . . .
History
Likes: Sunny days, lakes, relaxing
Dislikes: Fighting, Loud noises
De-Collaring
The hot morning sun was irritating the hell out of Rowan. He could feel a ring of sweat around where his scarf collar was and by the second he could feel rage coming and control slipping out of his grasp. Who in the hell wore a scarf in April? It was too hot. He wasn’t fat or anything, but he was built more sturdily than some of the other boys that he had seen around… Then too, a lot of those boys looked like they were kinda…. Well… yanno Woo-hoos. Not that he had a problem with woo-hoos..
Hell.
He was talking to himself about woo-hoos.
This damn collar had to go and now. With a nasty ill-tempered snarl he began to claw and hack at the scarf and his neck, managing not to cut himself as he began the frantic pulling and pulling to unwrap the damned thing. At one point Rowan felt true panic when his eyes, ears, and mouth were covered by fabric and it felt like he was never going to get the thing off before… POP.
There it lay on the ground, tattered remnants to a past best not remembered.
“Stupid collar-scarf.” He huffed at his no-longer collar and turned around determined to walk away with as much dignity as he could… Which wasn’t a whole lot considering the tantrum he’d just had.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:44 pm
[Rowan] February 5th, 2010 Collared: - 2 Formal RP [] [] - 3 Informal RP [ X] [ X] [ X] - 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar [X] Free Collar Noob: - 3 Formal RP [] [] [] - 4 Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group [] Novice Free Collar: - 5 Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] - 4 Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 1+ Battles [] Master Free Collar: - 6+ Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] [] - 4+ Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 5+ Battles [] [] [] [] []
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 11:38 pm
[Pure]
♪Current theme:♫
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Name: Meesha
Nickname: Meesh
Gender: Female
Species: Ragdoll
Age: 18
Height: 5'5"
Territory: . . .
Status: Novice
Weapon of choice: Spiked Heels
Heritage Unknown
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: None
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Previous owner: `Swirly
Appearance 18 years old, innocent as a five year old. Refreshing inability to lie or to hide her feelings. Always kept clean, always proper in appearance without being a stuffed shirt.
Eye color: Bright blue
Hair color: Brown
Skin color: Olive
Fur color: Grey
Clothing: Plaid jumper, grey tights, spiked heels-of-the-day
Breed Information: . . .
History Meesha came to these lands in the search of more shoes, she's not really sure why but she just knows that this place will have more shoes than any other place she's been to.
Likes: Cute girls, cute boys, flowers, babies, sweet things, SHOES.
Dislikes: Mean people, Rude people, loud noises, muddied shoes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:00 pm
[Meesha] Collared:
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- 3 Informal RP
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- 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar
[]Free Collar Noob:
- 3 Formal RP
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- 4 Informal RP
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- 1+ RP of entering a Territory group
[]Novice Free Collar: - 5 Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] - 4 Informal RP [ X] [ X] [] [] - 1+ Battles [] Master Free Collar: - 6+ Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] [] - 4+ Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 5+ Battles [] [] [] [] []
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:03 pm
[Lecherous]
♪Current theme:♫
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. . .
Name: Bastien
Nickname: . . .
Gender: Male
Species: Scottish Fold
Age: 18
Height: 6'0"
Territory: . . .
Status: n00b
Weapon of choice: . . .
Heritage . . .
Parents: . . .
Siblings: . . .
Mate: . . .
Offspring: . . .
Previous owner: `Swirly
Appearance
Growth:: Pants Hair
Belt top/Belt arm bands
Snake-bite lip piercing
Picture on his shirt = becomes a tattoo
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Brownish Red
Skin color: Pale
Fur color: Calico
Clothing: Jeans'n'T-shirt... (for now..)
Breed Information: . . .
History
Likes: . . .
Dislikes: . . .
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:11 pm
[Bastien]
Collared:
- 2 Formal RP
[] []
- 3 Informal RP
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- 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar
[]Free Collar Noob: - 3 Formal RP [] [] [] - 4 Informal RP [ X] [] [] [] - 1+ RP of entering a Territory group [] Novice Free Collar: - 5 Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] - 4 Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 1+ Battles [] Master Free Collar: - 6+ Formal RP [] [] [] [] [] [] - 4+ Informal RP [] [] [] [] - 5+ Battles [] [] [] [] []
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:12 pm
[Unsure]
♪Current theme:♫
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Name: Yankee
Nickname: Yank, Brit (Yankers to those that wish to die)
Gender: Male
Species: British Shorthair
Age: 22
Height: Tall :O
Territory: . . .
Status: Master
Weapon of choice: Blue-Blooded Snobbery
Heritage Memory Loss - N/A
Parents: Memory Loss - N/A
Siblings: Memory Loss - N/A
Mate: Memory Loss - N/A
Offspring: Memory Loss - N/A
Previous owner: Memory Loss - N/A
Appearance Rag-Tag, and Sexy as hell. Yankee, is tall, dirty, scarred, and a total man-diva. The Facility may have limited his resources, but that doesn't mean he has to look like a ragamuffin. One ear has also been damaged, god knows what by..
Eye color: One blue, one orange
Hair color: Dirty-Blonde
Skin color: Pale
Fur color: Orange
Clothing:
*throatclear*
Wearing a grey off-the-shoulder toga-style shirt, skinny jeans, an arm-sleeve of black-tatter fishnet, an armband with feathers, and a simple cord-belt this cat is a sight for sore eyes everywhere.
Breed Information: . . .
HistoryGood god, the heat was stifling. The 22 year old male kicked out at the cage door pissily and then felt the need to smack himself on the hand, he was behaving as childishly as some of the children in here. It was his own fault. He had gone willingly with the stupid human oh.. how many years ago? And had entered into a never ending personal hell.
The cage was smelly, small, ungodly drab, had no privacy, and the worst part? The bloody idiots had hung a sign outside the door with his “name” on it, “Yankee.” If he had wanted to be some heathen-minded yankee he’dve been one. God Save the Queen if his family ever found out that he’d been re-named Yankee. All well, he’d get used to his name anyways since it wasn’t likely he’d remember his old name anytime soon. Day dreaming, one eye open Yank continued to tap his foot lazily against the door. Probably annoyed some of the other cats around him, but they annoyed him just for being so close.
Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Suh-winggg.
“Blimey!”
The door… was… open? And there wasn’t a human trying to play grab arse with him?
Inching forward, short blond hair falling in front of his eyes, Yank peered down and came nose to nose with a little brown-eyed girl with her hair pulled back into a pony tail, tips done in spiral curls. Her outfit, a misfit shirt with a lot of midriff and a rather short skirt completed it. Staring at her, mouth wide, Yank jerked back, “Bloody hell, you scared me.”
Airi, annoyed to have found a fully grown male and not some cute little baby to let loose glared at him as if it were his fault, “Dammit, shut up and get out of there, are you stupid?” Swishing her grey and white splotched tail she turned and started to head out, her game plan was to let cats out one by one instead of mass exodus chaos.
“Wait a minute bird, what are you doing?” Yank slid down from the cage and stretched, looking around with disgust then back to her.
“What does it look like? I’m letting cats out of this hellhole, but if you’d like to stay I can lock you back up nice and tight.”
“To hell with that… How did you get in here?”
“Well if you’d shut the hell up I could show you the way out of here, or are you too dim-witted to figure that out?”
“Why you little…” Yank swished his own tail and took off after her as she dodged around corners neatly. Shrugging, figuring that she probably was heading towards the exit Yank followed after her and tried to breathe through his mouth. The place was so grey, huge, and dingy. How had it been in operation for so long? How had nobody ever noticed what a nasty place this was? Frowning he continued after the girl and nearly hissed when the scent of dog managed to sneak into his nose. Yank wouldn’t say he was a coward, but the female was going along so quickly through a maze of twists and turns that it seemed almost reckless. His thin body bunched and then sprung in one fluid leap to where he could n** at her tail, “Listen.. don’t you think that…”
Airi had had it with this imbecile, and she spun at him and batted him hard on the head, “You listen buddy, I’ve been working for a week or two now to get this down pat and you’re closing my very narrow window to get out of here safely. The humans have some cat in testing right now or whatever the hell they do, but they’ll be back, you’ll be gone, and they’ll go on lock down.. so if it’s all the same shut the hell up.”
“Cranky little bugger aren’t you?” Chastised, but irritated Yank continued to follow, trying to remember all the turns that they had taken and his head starting to pound. It always felt like that when he tried to remember things just exactly, usually he went with the flow and accepted that he’d just only ever be able to get the “general picture” of things, but if this went south on him he’d rather be able to get back in his cage than take some sort of weird punishment that they bastards in here were likely to dole out. Strangely enough he was starting to feel a bit of adrenaline pumping through his system, the further away from his cage he got the cleaner it smelled, the whiter the building, the brighter it became. It was like realizing that there was indeed a light at the end of the tunnel. Yank picked up a faster pace, nipping hard on the females heels just because his heart was starting to pound up into his mouth. Holy Mary Full of Grace, he was going to be free, he was going to roll in the grass, he was going to … going to.. well, he didn’t really know much more than that but it was a god-send.
Finally, the female came to a hard halt that had him slamming into her rather cushy backside and earning him another sharp bat on the head, “Imbecile, our exit is through here. Pulling aside a vent, she squirmed through it and Yank looked at his own shoulders and groaned inside, this was going to hurt. Shoving himself through the very very narrow opening, he was surprised to feel the female tugging enthusiastically at him in way of helping. With a slight POP he felt his body give through the opening and then tumbling they went down the slanted vent.
Sliding, sliding… sliding… Air! Fresh air. Standing up, breathing deeply, freedom
BAM.
“Okay imbecile, in case you didn’t see that giant fence? We have to scale that before you can be obvious. Wait here while I close the vent, you shoved me before I could fix it.”
A few minutes? An hour? Seconds passed and she was back, crankily giving him the stink eye. Together now they flew towards the wall, bodies moving in tandem, his with joy, hers with determination. Digging in they both seemed to fly over the fence and then topple to the earth. God he was happy.. he was ecstatic.. he was… growling?
Looking down, the female was pinned beneath him and trying to kick some very sensitive body parts, leaning back Yank pulled her up beside him to sit and lean against the fence for a few moments, “I owe you.”
Standing, dusting off scarred legs she saluted him and took off at a dead run, “Try not to get caught again, imbecile.”
He was free… He was truly free… and now.. truly alone, what would he do now? A cat with a poor memory, no friends, no connections, and no bloody clue where he was.
Likes: . . . WIP for Yank
Dislikes: . . . WIP for Yank
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 6:02 pm
Collared:
- 2 Formal RP
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- 3 Informal RP
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- 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar
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Free Collar Noob:
- 3 Formal RP
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- 4 Informal RP
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- 1+ RP of entering a Territory group
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Novice Free Collar:
- 5 Formal RP
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- 4 Informal RP
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- 1+ Battles
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Master Free Collar:
- 6+ Formal RP
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- 4+ Informal RP
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- 5+ Battles
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 6:06 pm
[Denial]
♪Current theme:♫
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. . .
Name:
Nickname: . . .
Gender:
Species:
Age:
Height:
Territory: . . .
Status:
Weapon of choice:
Heritage
Parents:
Siblings:
Mate:
Offspring:
Previous owner:
Appearance
Eye color:
Hair color:
Skin color:
Fur color:
Clothing:
Breed Information: . . .
History
Likes: . . .
Dislikes: . . .
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Collared:
- 2 Formal RP
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- 3 Informal RP
[] [] []
- 1 Small story telling how the Cat removes the collar
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Free Collar Noob:
- 3 Formal RP
[] [] []
- 4 Informal RP
[] [] [] []
- 1+ RP of entering a Territory group
[]
Novice Free Collar:
- 5 Formal RP
[] [] [] [] []
- 4 Informal RP
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- 1+ Battles
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Master Free Collar:
- 6+ Formal RP
[] [] [] [] [] []
- 4+ Informal RP
[] [] [] []
- 5+ Battles
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