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 Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 10:58 am
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Spunky
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Roxanne could be seen as someone who people would love to be around. Just for the fact that she is always so happy and ready to have fun. She adores swimming around and having a great time, and if someone is being a bummer she's more likely to wander away from them than to stick around. Roxanne can't stand dopey-downers; they make her feel like the world is not worth being in. As harsh as that may seem.
xxxxx ► But, the girl is one of those "I'm going to do whatever I want at all times" type. If that means that she's going to break a couple laws, well, that's all dandy with her. She likes getting into trouble, and has sass to boot. But she also very much so knows when enough is enough. She doesn't mind stopping what she's doing in order to correct a mistake she's made, even if it means she has to say something she doesn't want to. She hates being seen as weak, or embarrassing herself, but sometimes some humility is what the doctor orders.
xxxxx ► She loves to collect things. This little seathi has an eye for the shiny and pretty. As much as she hates to say it, she's probably stolen once or twice. She would much rather prefer to trade or work for the items she wants. But if she has to take them, and no one is around, she will. She leaves compensation however she can. She loves things that are coral or blue colored, and seems more drawn to them than anything else.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Born and raised with as loving a family as any, Roxanne learned the finesse of life. But she seemed to have an attitude that not many could stand. Even her own family had some issues with how she reacted at times, thinking her too strong toward thieving to be able to fully accept. But she couldn't help it, and so she continued to do whatever it took to get what she wanted. She wandered away from home at a young age, thinking that maybe if she was careful she'd be able to get whatever she wanted and not get in trouble. But, in she same breath, she's often seen as somewhat of a daredevil. She even stole some shells from near a shark den once, wanting to start her small horde.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 11:08 am
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Free Spirited
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Ziza is your typical nice little lady. She has a smile about her, and will do whatever she needs in order to keep the smiles on peoples faces. She enjoys spending her days with no worries; mostly because worries show that there is something wrong with the world. She doesn't want to think that. She wants everything to be good; to be perfect. It makes her worry that someone won't smile today, and so she does her utmost to make people smile. When she was younger she was shy and uncertain about herself. But she won't do that again, not if she can help it.
xxxxx ► There isn't a mean bone in her body. Ziza does not like being rude or brash to anyone. She has actually spent several years making sure that no matter what happens, she won't act as though someone is beneath her or say a rude comment. She's in the process of figuring out how to stop herself from thinking bad thoughts. She is caring and soft, but adventurous and hyper.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Ziza hasn't had much of an adventurous life. She always wanted to; but it never quite worked. She was born and raised in a village, helping out some families to bring wood or food in from the fields. She was dotted upon and praised and fed and taken care of. And it made her happy. But it also made he realize that the world out there is big; and she needed to explore it. She said her goodbyes to the people around her, and set out into the world to learn just what was out there and waiting for her.
xxxxx ► The mare wasn't certain what was going on out here. When she left, it was around the time of the great Kalona wars, which was frightening in of itself. She hid a lot, seeing battles and learning that the world was, in fact, oh so cruel. As she ran from one battle that was going on before her, she stumbled into someone. At first she wanted to run; to flee and not even take a second look. But the stallion's voice called out to her, and calmed her down. She hesitated, stayed. His name was Siciro, and he offered to pull her away from the war to someplace safe.
xxxxx ► Ziza spent several weeks with the stallion, hiding from the war and then, even after lingering with Siciro. They talked and he helped her to understand how the world worked out here away from the villages. They became like family. And as time moved on, so did she. She knew she couldn't stay forever, and that she would need to learn to be on her own once more. So she did just that, exploring the world around her.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 11:52 am
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「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Cunning
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Brynjar is hard to explain. Many would see him as a very stoic, unapproachable stallion. He's large in size and has hard features that make him seem more intimidating than normal. Between his sharp claws and his large tail, he seems like he'd be the type to rip into flesh first and ask questions later. But that isn't the case with this giant. He may seem unable to be close to, but he's truly a softy. Despite being trained by Smaug himself, Brynjar is more like a large cat than a dragon ( At least to those he's close to ). He likes to snuggle up to Indra and adore upon him like he's the number one in the world. He is rather chipper and eager to please. Due to being unable to talk, he often wears his emotions on his claws, so to speak. He communicates via tapping his claws, shifting his wings, altering his facial expressions and body language. It makes it to where he is able to "talk" without making a noise.
xxxxx ► On that note, he was trained. And Brynjar is smart. He's sharp as a tack and able to spot even the slightest shift in the wind ( so long as there are no real distractions for him ). He hates being outwitted and would rather attack anyone who tries. He was trained to be a silent assassin. And despite his size, he is able to move without making a noise. He's learned how to walk the woods without snapping a branch or bumping something with his size. He's learned to fly quiet as an owl and dive like a falcon. Brynjar is a killer of the silent nature and can take down most prey or enemies quite easily.
xxxxx ► He has a huge soft spot for "pretty" things. Be it an object like a jewel or a creature that looks stunning as his fathers treasure. He tends to get distracted, especially if it is a mare or a stallion. Due to that, it means that he'd be more than likely to forget what it was he was doing and how he was trained. Brynjar's weakness is beauty, and it tends to sneak up on him when he least expects it.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Brynjar was born of two worlds. His mother, who he never knew, was told be a Phoenix. His father weaved stories of the dark mare that taunted him and tricked him into sleeping with her to produce foals. When Smaug realized what had happened, he whisked away the baskets back to the Flight and protected them with his life. He ran the mare away when she tried to take them back, and protected them with all his strength. That was the story he was told, after all. When he was born, he was silent and that concerned his parents. Smaug and Indra consulted some of the healers of the Flight, and when they were told that the youngest child was unable to produce noises, it upset them. Smaug saw him as weak for several months of his young life, and it was up to Indra to care for the youngest son and ensure that he felt as loved as his other two siblings.
xxxxx ► Eventually though, Smaug realized what power Brynjar could hold. Being silent meant that he was a force to be reckoned with. That he would be able to fight without being heard. He could be an assassin. That being said, Smaug found him a teacher, and set him up to start learning. He helped to teach all three of his children, but spent careful time with Brynjajr. The small foal would have rather been with Indra, cuddling and playing in the piles of gold, but he focused as much as he could to ensure that he pleased his father.
xxxxx ► Needless to say, Brynjar grew up to be an amazing hunter and skilled fighter. He passed all the tests Smaug set out for him. And it pleased him. Brynjar realized how strong he was, and decided to go out and try and find the location of Smaug's biggest enemy; the dwarves. He left one night and flew far and wide, searching for their new home, his eyes curiously scanning mountains and valleys. As he flew and moved through the world, he saw something stunning. A small mare with ears like rabbits and wings soft as a birds. He started to follow the mare around the forests, watching with sharp eyes and careful not to let her see him. And then one day, he saw how the mare looked over her shoulder, and batted her eyes. And he went for her. Brynjar moved slow and steady, ready to capture her and whisk her away to the Flight.
xxxxx ► But something else happened instead. Before he knew it, nets were over his wings and his legs were snared. He fumbled and fell, and snarled and kicked, but it was to no avail. As the famous phrase goes: The hunter became the hunted. He was pulled to a place with high walls and no way to escape, not even by flight. The trees were too thick and he was unable to muscle his way through the spikes that kept him trapped. He snarled and fought anyone that came near him, snapping his fangs and lashing his tail. Brynjar was not one to be captured; he was not one to be pulled into a space where he could not leave. And despite wanting to escape and kill everyone around him, he realized they could hurt him more than he could hurt them.
xxxxx ► He settled, and despite the fact that he wanted to kill them, Brynjar played semi nice. He still attacked any that got too close, but then they started to bring him rare meats and fish. Things that he got from Smaug or Indra when he pleased them. Things that he enjoyed eating. He ate the food and watched as many seemed to pass him with excited eyes and trilling voices. He was pushed one way and another, being awed at by mares and forced to fight in something they called "the Pit". And then he was meeting with someone named Edana. He was confused by her presence, but accepted it all the same.
xxxxx ► Weeks turned to months, and Brynjar was settling slightly. He missed his mountain home, but he was being treated like some sort of treasure. He even had mares wanting nothing more than to lay with him. At one point, the queen even curled with him. He started to see the way she changed, her stomach starting to expand, and he was confused by this. But before he could do anything about it, Smaug was there. And his father was not happy. He listened as Smaug demanded the return of Brynjar, threatening to burn the place down with dragon fire and destroy the world they had created. Deciding it wasn't a risk they were willing to take, Brynjar was released and quickly left back home with Smaug to welcoming snuggles from Indra. Though he couldn't stop the thought of the mare that was carrying his children. Would they be as damaged as he was? Would they survive in that environment or would they be killed? He eventually pushed the thought from his mind, and settled back into the Flight easily.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 12:13 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»trait 1xxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxtrait 2xxxxxxxxxx↔xxxxxxxxxxtrait 3«
「ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ」
xxxxx ► Bad Boy
「ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ」
xxxxx ► Tycho is your typical bad dude. He likes to play pranks and his sass is off the charts. When it comes to doing as he's told, he'll usually do the opposite just to see what you could do. He'll laugh about it later, and then apologize and do as he was told, snickering all the way. He tries not to do anything that would cause harm, as much as he thinks slight discomfort could be funny. After all, someone bumping into a wall or hitting their tail on a reef and startling themselves is a riot. But he knows the difference between something that causes pain and something that causes humiliation. He knows that when it comes to pain, it's serious business, and he should probably make sure that they're okay before snickering about it.
xxxxx ► But behind all that muscle and sass, he has a strong protective nature, and can be utterly sweet. He brushes it off as mere accidents, but he leaves flowers and presents for those he admires. He will save a small creature from death if he can catch it in time, and will demolish anyone who tries to fight him on it. He's horribly protective of his mate, and will kill anyone who dares threaten her. His world revolves around her and the way that she keeps him calm in the darkness of the world. He prefers to stay closer to trenches, because he has more control down there. Though he knows that his Cali likes it more up in the brightness of the day, so he doesn't go to the trenches nearly as much as he used to.
「ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」
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「ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ」
xxxxx ► Tycho doesn't talk about his childhood. Period.
xxxxx ► As a young adult, he realized just what he was going to do with his life. He was going to cause ( painless ) hell, in the world. He was going to tease and taunt and cause issues that could be easily be fixed. But on the off fin, he goes out, and he helps those he can. He usually causes slight issues all the same, but he always fixes the situation eventually. In terms of the world around him, he could care less.
xxxxx ► Up until he saw the small little mer being hunted by sharks.
xxxxx ► He'd never risked his life for anyone before. But she was pretty. He had to admit that she had looks about her. So, as much as Tycho didn't want to die, he had to do something. He quickly swam after them, and after beating the sharks down enough, they fled. He was able to breath a sigh of relief. And the mare... Well. Her name was Cali, or that's what he was going to call her. And she was the sweetest little thing he'd ever seen. He fell in love the moment she kissed his cheek, and swore to protect her with everything he had. After all, he could keep her safe, and she could hang out with him and keep him company.
xxxxx ► And when she said she loved him... well... Tycho could have sworn he died right then and there.
xxxxx ► The rest is history. ... Right?
xxxxx ► Wrong. He found out she wasn't right for him. As much as he wished it, as much as Tycho wanted her to be his. It would never truly happen. Her heart flitted about, and his stayed steady. Eventually he couldn't take it any more, and he left. The Mer knew he would be able to find happiness eventually. As scary as he was, he would be happy. Someday.
「ᴘʟᴏᴛs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
「ᴋᴇʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇs」
xxxxx ► text text text text text
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ “quote here”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ ♫song lyrics here♪
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▌ •goals here•
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