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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:38 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Blake Oleander
O t h e r N a m e s:: Death
A g e:: It's been so long.... Over 100,000 years, but I look around 23
B i r t h d a y:: I can't remember
O r i g i n:: In hell or whatever you want to call it
S p e c i e s:: Shinigami
H a i r C o l o u r:: black
E y e C o l o u r:: ice blue
H e i g h t:: 6'0
B u i l d:: Muscular, lean. An athletic kind of build but a little stronger looking than that.
S e x u a l i t y:: I LOVE women
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C o l l a r:: Chains always looked better on me than anything else
C h a r m s:: Crown, Star, Sword, Cross-bones, X, and Hourglass
C o l o u r s:: Maroon, Sea Green, Purple, and Hot Pink
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L i k e s::
☑ Death
☑ Fighting
☑ Winning
☑ Sex
☑ Red wine
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Women crying
☒ Losing
☒ Being an outcast
☒ Innocent people
☒ Being told what to do
T a l e n t s:: I am great at deceiving people. Honestly, they should have given me a Jester's Hat as a charm, but I guess they didn't think I was good enough for one. Slimy pricks. What else am I good at.... Ah, yes! I'm excellent at seducing people and take a lot of pleasure in that.
Q u i r k s:: Stuffing my hands in my pockets. I'm more comfortable that way and I'd rather hide the marks that are there.
S k i l l s:: - Death
- Immortality
- Power Cosmic: Unlimited ability to manipulate reality, time, space, matter, energy, or magic for any purpose.
- Soothing Appearance: If Death manifests itself to a mortal being in its final moments, it may take the form of a loved one.
- Cryokinesis - control ice, snow and other forms of frozen water.
- Freeze Breath - freeze things in solid ice.
- Freezing - lower the temperature in kinetic atoms to freezing temperatures.
- Frigokinesis - control snow either as precipitation or already on the ground.
- Ice Beam - shoot beams of freezing energy.
- Ice Generation- can create ice
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Blake is very cocky and narcissistic. He usually thinks only for himself and doesn't care what happens along the way. Sometimes he can be warm and caring, but most of the time he is reserved and cut off. He doesn't like to have emotions because it means getting attached to things. He's very good at manipulating people to get what he wants.
H i s t o r y:: I was born from a fragment of my father's soul. I was not the first to be born this way and in this time, but my brother's and sister's became so evil that my father had to take their lives. Being raised in the Underworld is a really weird way to grow up. I was surrounded by the suffering souls that had passed on and I watched as my father ruled over the Kingdom. Since he is a god, his reign will never end, but I was always referred to as the Prince of Darkness. It was a catchy name, but I don't use it much anymore.
Anyways, I often spent a lot of time with the suffering souls and I found out about their lives. Since my father was never around, I grew detached to people, not wanting to get hurt in the way that all those souls had. Once I had had enough of my father's neglect and wanted to see the world, I left the Kingdom. I made a name for myself, using an alias but getting by none-of-the-less. I had known about the slave trade, but did nothing about it. It wasn't my place to get involved in crap like that and personally, I couldn't care less about what happened to the people there. If their Fate was to meet my father, they were going to meet him. It happened one night that I had decided to go out and party. I was out at a bar, partying with a few friends that I had made. I got drunk and let my guard down. The slave trade must have been looking for high end people and that night they bagged me.... If only I had been sober....
Any how, I ended up in the slave trade. Originally, they had marked me as a human. Boy were they surprised when they found out I was Thanatos' son. But that was good for them because now they had a rare slave. Whatever. The first few people that bought me, I killed. They tried to use my powers to their advantage and I wasn't going to have any of that. The last few people that bought me got tired of me. They wanted me to feel something, anything, and when I wouldn't, they returned me to the store. The last person that was my owner was a messy situation. The wife ended up falling in love with me and I'm not one to deny a women's warm..... Yeah. The husband found out and went to kill both myself and the wife. Well, I couldn't let that happen so I simply killed the husband. Of course, the slavers found out and took me away even though the wife said she would keep me. No matter.
Now, I'm back at the shop and patiently waiting for the next person to buy me. I'm getting tired of this life and as soon as I get a chance, I will run away.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 12:52 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Dru Christopher Casey
O t h e r N a m e s:: Zeke
A g e:: 16
B i r t h d a y:: April 7th
O r i g i n:: Oakland, California
S p e c i e s:: Teifling -- a human with demon-tainted ancestry. Some teiflings are fortunate enough to be born perfectly unremarkable looking, and are able to live their lives as normally as any human. Others are born mutated, with any number of unambigously demonic traits, such as scales, tails, horns, hooves, claws, skin like leather, ugly growths, and unusually colored eyes. Zeke was blessed with the whole trifecta; black, cloven hooves for feet, thinly coated in a layer of fine, smooth fur, like a goat's, slender, straight, sharp horns, a little over four inches, and finally a long, whip-like tail. Despite the menacing appearance this gives him, Zeke is otherwise for all intents and purposes a normal boy. His fel-tainted origins grant him no special powers, strength, senses or even longevity-- thought I wouldn't advise trying to headbutt him.
H a i r C o l o u r:: Very dark, muted brown, black for appearance's sake, with the last inch of tips dyed a deep violet shade.
E y e C o l o u r:: Black.
H e i g h t:: 5'7"
B u i l d:: Boyish, slender build, but not unhealthily so -- he's strong enough. The body of a dancer.
S e x u a l i t y:: Gay.
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C o l l a r:: Leather
C h a r m s:: Ruby, crossbones, ballet shoes, flame.
C o l o u r s:: Maroon, grey, brown, hot pink.
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L i k e s::
☑ feeling
☑ sour suckers
☑ abrasive, chemical smells -- gasoline, sharpies, etc
☑ dancing
☑ screwing with people's heads
☑ music-- mindless self indulgence, the rapture, tub ring, feed me
☑ drugsplz
☑ movies
☑ chaos
D i s l i k e s::
☒ most people; posers, the pathetic, the cowardly, the self-deceiving, the stupid.
☒ authority, anyone or anything that tries to control him.
☒ tomatoes
☒ coffee
☒ you, probably. and your face.
☒ most things
T a l e n t s:: Breakdancing, being amusing at your expense, being charming when he wants to be, pop culture references, coming up with an appropriate movie quote for any situation, making up elaborate backstories for strangers in his head.
Q u i r k s:: As far as observable behavioral tendencies, he has a surplus.. he seems to hate doing nothing, and after barely a minute of boredom his crooked finger-tips, nails usually painted a chipped black, will almost always predictably start shaking, tapping in forcibly suppressed, high-strung agitation discreetly upon any nearby surface. He twitches, and dryly sniffs quite frequently, and the most especially observant would notice a hint of red about his glassy, darkly staring eyes, though his eye-liner helps distract. His expressions are unusual and unsettling, eyes rolling with fake, distant, teeth baring mockeries of a frozen smirk. There's a kind of predatory, slouching grace about his movements, a languid antipathy in every stretch.
S k i l l s:: None, besides a slight sensitivity for detecting others with demonic influence or blood.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Rude, smug, crude, abrasive, lazy, scathing, venomous, wicked, obnoxious, offensive. Suave, a bit unsure, not that bad, charming, funny, spontaneous, deadpan sarcastic, incubus, sultry, throat-sealingly seductive. He's unpredictable, prone to sudden emotional highs and lows, surges of irritation bordering on the violent. Whatever Zeke's character, it's hard to say, because everyone who meets him meets an entirely different version... though the majority could no doubt find common ground to complain about. It could just be the drugs he's so obviously half the time under the influence of, or maybe it's just his natural personality.
He, and his sharp, swift tongue, have a penchant for making one feel like one of the most moronic species of neanderthal ever to embarrass themselves by existing. His wit borders on brilliant at times, and if used for good would probably have the potential to bring quite a lot of amusement to the world, but perhaps without the cruelty the charm would be lost.
H i s t o r y:: His history is relatively unremarkable-- the classic, all too common tale, a broken home and a lot of unattended, adolescent emotions left alone to ferment. His drug habits started before he hit double digits, further destabilizing his development, though with the resources of a child, his supply was fortunately limited to the 'charity' of less than savory friends and what stolen money could get him, though it was to worsen in later years. Family rifts grew as he aged, entering a rocky adolescence the most phenomenal of guardians would have been hard-pressed to handle; behavior unpredictable, uncontrollable, erratic, from disagreeable to downright cruel, from delinquent to outright criminal, from unsettling to actually frightening. He found an unexpected outlet in dancing, and was able to sink his intense emotions viciously, beautifully into the art, focusing on it like nothing he ever had before. Music and mind-altering substances were the only other things in his life that kept him stable, and when natural hormones kicking in shortly before his fifteenth birthday left him with some interesting self-discoveries about his sexuality, he was able to secure the last hobby in the infamous trifecta exalted by countless rock stars over the ages; sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
With a start like that, no one's tossing any bets on a happy ending. A short, meaningless life, intelligence and character wasted, burned out fast and rancid, like a chemical-accelerated explosion, leaving behind nothing but a sour scent in the air. It was imminent, just a matter of how long-- at least, until a wrench got thrown in his plans. It was daytime -- even Zeke wasn't reckless enough to go wandering around bad neighborhoods at night -- and no more than a matter of the wrong place at the wrong time. A cruising team looking for some pretty faces to snatch-and-sell, in an area where the residents were more likely to pull the blinds and turn out the lights than call the authorities, happened upon a two-for-one deal; Zeke and a nearly just-as-degenerate looking friend who both fit the criteria. The friend was an easy catch, a push-over. Zeke was nearly more trouble than he was worth to the unfortunate half of the duo that went for him-- a hoof to the foot that would have broken delicate bones if it hadn't been armored by such heavy boots, a punch to the nose that might have been better dodged if the recipient had known it was reinforced by a roll of pennies. His vision still hadn't cleared, nose shattered, when, rather than running, the teifling closed in, stabbing a knife viciously into his belly. The man was able to punch his wrist down in time to deflect a direct hit, but shallow or not, the blood flowing unnervingly freely by then from not one but two separate areas of his body would probably have been enough distraction to leave the teifling well enough alone. The other boy had been dispatched by this time, though, and Zeke was dealt with similarly-- and with considerably more force.
Eriyonai
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 12:39 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Talwyn Fleur
O t h e r N a m e s:: Well, usually people instinctively call me Tal but I actually prefer being called Wynnie.
A g e:: 23
B i r t h d a y:: April 10th. Not that anyone cares too much.
O r i g i n:: I'm a valley girl. Haha. California, alright.
S p e c i e s:: Human. I didn't really think there was different species..
H a i r C o l o u r:: An extremely dark brown, almost black.
E y e C o l o u r:: Blue, almost purpleish
H e i g h t:: 5'4
B u i l d:: Petite, hourglass figure. Seems delicate and lady like but has a bit of muscle, not visible- you literally only notice when you feel her arms or something.
S e x u a l i t y:: To be honest, I'm not even completely sure. I think straight. Yeah, let's say I like guys.
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Flame, ballet slippers, music note, paint brush, hourglass, bow and arrow
C o l o u r s:: Green, orchid, brown, orange
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L i k e s::
☑ Cats
☑ Music
☑ Interesting people/conversations
☑ Nature
☑ Movies
☑ Art
☑ Physical activity
☑ Food
☑ Dancing
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Verbal abuse
☒ Unexpected things
☒ Defenseless people
☒ Loud/obnoxious people
☒ Cockiness
☒ Touching/being touched without her say
☒ Winter/the cold
T a l e n t s:: Talwyn leans to the more artistic side so she is actually good at drawing, singing, writing, and dancing however she leans towards dancing and singing, expressing herself with music is what she's grown up with and enjoyed. She's also good at defense tactics, not like karate but more of street-smart things, like where to kick, where to scratch, punch, etc. She's not bad at cooking, either.
Q u i r k s:: Talwyn is a very active person, so if she isn't occupied with something she begins to become almost nervous and drums her fingers rapidly on any surface available, creating beats with her feet, anything to occupy herself and get rid of anxiety. She also is quick to react to being abruptly grabbed since it has happened in the past and depends on who the attacker is. If she doesn't know the person well she'll grab his/her arm and twist it while digging her nails on the forearm area above the elbow since it's the weakest part of the arm. However if she does know the person she'll only hesitate but ends up grabbing the person back because it's her instinct, being around the streets so much.
S k i l l s:: I can turn purple. Kidding. I'm human.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Talwyn, overall, can be a confusing person; sometimes she's extremely sarcastic and short-tempered, however she knows better than to attack a human being that's not trying to hurt her, perhaps that's why she received a velvet collar, however she was quite sweet to the guards and grew on them, so perhaps they believed she wasn't too dangerous. But she wasn't enough to have a lace collar, it wasn't like she was broken or anything. Hell, she just started being a slave. Wynnie is a very sociable people-person and doesn't like being alone, often getting along with people very easily. She's almost like a 'people chameleon', easily blending with someone's personality, knowing how to act around them. Talwyn is almost child-like at times since she never really got to have a childhood, she's smart but not the brightest crayon in the box so whenever she gets to learn something new she's childishly eager, from her expression to her thousands upon thousands of questions. The only thing Talwyn was really educated in was the streets, what time when it wasn't safe to walk home, who to watch out for, which cars likely held a potential threat, not to put your drink down in a bar or club because chances are someone's going to drug it. Like a flower, Talwyn loses energy during the winter and isn't as talkative, usually upset, for a reason she doesn't quite understand. All in all, Talwyn is an interesting person to be around and at times enjoyable.
H i s t o r y:: Talwyn was born in sunny California, in a nice house with a nice mommy and daddy; so she thought. Talwyn's mother was a dim-witted man-crazy woman and her dad was rich and divorced and married at least 4 times, Talwyn's mother being his latest girl toy. Like mentioned before, Talwyn's mother wasn't smart at all, so she didn't take note of this and was submissive to Talwyn's father. Wynnie's dad actually took attention to Talwyn, treated her like a little gem; he wasn't a big, bad monster, he actually loved children and felt bad because Talwyn had a void for a mother. Her mother couldn't care less about Talwyn, her main attention circulated around herself, boys, and money. Which you can imagine were not good qualities for a mother. Eventually, however, as Tal grew older, her father got bored and divorced her mother, kicking them out with a couple thousand dollars to find themselves their own place in a trashier part of California. Talwyn was curious about this new life, this new place and wanted to go outside but her mother kept her inside in fear of her being hurt or kidnapped. It was a dangerous place, but Talwyn's mother often left her home alone, working odd jobs and dating odd man. There was one man that Tal remembered in particular who would call her Wynnie and bring her stuffed animals, but his smile never reached his eyes and his rugged appearance scared her. He, in general, scared her. She was about 15 at this time and couldn't imagine how he thought she needed stuffed bears. Coming downstairs one night she heard her mother screaming and her muffled crying when she caught a glimpse of him over her mother. She ran upstairs, terrified and unsure of what they were doing (she never had the 'talk' until after she saw that) and to this day guilt-trips herself for not doing anything to help. And then the cycle started up again, new douchebag boyfriends, until Tal was old enough to get a job. Her and her mother were dirt poor so she had to do some kind of job to support the little 'family'. She didn't have any education, but she had a pretty face and a nice body and could dance. Hopefully you can guess without me having to say it.
Escort, fancy word for stripper, mind you Talwyn didn't bother to touch any man in that way. She was the youngest of the bunch at 18, and was friends with a lot of the girls there. They introduced her to makeup, pretty clothes, and 'high maintenance' tastes. They treated Talwyn like a little sister and she felt like she was part of a family. They all looked a little tired, a little broken down with too much lipstick, like one of those old dolls, but Talwyn didn't mind. They all treated her better than her own mother would. They taught her how to dance and how to get what she wanted when it came to boys but sometimes they'd get too graphic and Talwyn would grimace; at her reaction they'd laugh and call her a prude. Tal never blamed them, it was what they were used to. The owner of the strip club was actually quite respectful of women and taught them how to protect themselves, where the weak spots were, what to do if you were stuffed in a trunk. Talwyn was actually quite strong and didn't really know so this experience was exciting to her and at times she'd take the class too seriously. She worked at the strip club until it was her 23rd birthday, after celebrating in the back of the club the girls got back to the job, however a man aggressively grabbed Talwyn and tried to drag her into his car. Over-reacting, she banged her forehead against his and dug her nails into his forearm, the underside of his elbow where her boss said it was a weak spot, and kneed him. He was knocked out and his arm was bleeding, and all of this happened right in the club, giving it a bad rep. She was soon fired an hour later when all the customers began to leave and police were about to come. She just walked out and was planning to go home but a mysterious man beckoned her to his car. He explained a servant, maid-sounding job and Talwyn agreed, ending up in the hotel. She wasn't really fazed however, being an optimist she feels that she'll meet an interesting person.
systematic sarang
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:19 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Matheo (muh-tay-oh)
O t h e r N a m e s:: Theo
A g e:: 17
B i r t h d a y:: July 22nd
O r i g i n:: Colorado, USA
S p e c i e s:: Human
H a i r C o l o u r:: Light Strawberry Blond
E y e C o l o u r:: Copper
H e i g h t:: 5'4"
B u i l d:: Compact figure, healthy weight, a little fullness to his frame.
S e x u a l i t y:: Undecided
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Ruby, Broom, Spatula, Chain, House, Hourglass
C o l o u r s:: Yellow, Indigo, Brown
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L i k e s::
☑ dried flowers
☑ old tea sets
☑ cardamom
☑ attention
☑ indie music
☑ collecting
☑ reading
D i s l i k e s::
☒ humiliation
☒ being cold
☒ elitism
☒ slut-shaming
☒ bad smells
T a l e n t s:: Cleaning, sewing, organizing, crafts, home decoration, casual freestyle dancing, looking pretty.
Q u i r k s:: Overuses the word 'okay' to a ridiculous extent. Resting tense and solemn face, always looks sort of frowny. Forgot to learn how to smile.
S k i l l s:: None.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: He wouldn't even know how to describe himself-- though to be fair, sometimes the least accurate description of one's personality is their own. A bit of a late bloomer in terms of 'figuring himself out', Matheo is still exploring his own personality, testing the waters, and as such can come off a little unpredictable. Even those that know him would have difficulty summing him up. It doesn't help that it takes him a while to warm up to people; he tends to be quiet, wary and closed off at first, anxious of making some social blunder. He'd rather give people little impression of him at all than give a poor one.
He is, however, anxious to learn more of life and himself, and yearns for new experiences, with a dare-devil's urge to push his own limits of bravery. He tends to be drawn to those that he aspires to be like, and those that he hopes will help him break out of his shell.
H i s t o r y:: Born to a small family with more love than money, Matheo was an only child, and still more than they could afford. He was homeschooled until the age of twelve, at which point for financial reasons his parents could no longer afford to spend so much time at home, and he was enrolled in public school. At fifteen, in order to help pay off his family's debt, he entered a conditional servitude contract with a wealthy family, working as a housekeeper. Things eventually went south, and exploiting a legal loophole in his paperwork, the family was able to sell him to the Hotel, into no-holds-barred, unconditional slavery.
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G i v e n N a m e:: Mikah
A g e:: 17
B i r t h d a y:: December 3rd
O r i g i n:: Santa Cruz
S p e c i e s:: Human Werewolf
H a i r C o l o u r:: Dark brown with grown out white-blond highlights in the bangs.
E y e C o l o u r:: Deep, rich mahogany brown; hard-word floors in a late afternoon sunbeam.
H e i g h t:: 5'9"
B u i l d:: About average for his height and age; fairly solid, neither stocky nor thin, strong enough.
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight.
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C o l l a r:: Chain
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Crossbones, Tree, House, Flame
C o l o u r s:: Maroon
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L i k e s::
☑ PB & J
☑ sunshine
☑ warm laundry
☑ naps
☑ fat animals
☑ marine biology
☑ video games
D i s l i k e s::
☒ obligations
☒ rules
☒ squash
☒ teenaged pop stars
☒ being called 'mike'
T a l e n t s:: Sharpie doodles, knitting, finding reasons not to be friends with people, singing, smelling fear, identifying mollusks, first person shooters.
S k i l l s:: Werewolf. Without collar, can shift at will, no particular time required, though the urge is especially strong the night of the full moon and the night before and after, at which time he's also the most powerful. Even in human form, still significantly stronger than the average human. Senses heightened, especially his sense of smell and hearing. Particularly adept at sensing vampires.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Teenaged boy. Kind of lazy, hormonal, sometimes moody. Eats his weight in food. Sort of pushy, rough-housey, touchy. Fairly laid back most of the time, but easily irritated. Head-strong, stubborn, curious. Bold, afraid of nothing. Sometimes insensitive.
H i s t o r y:: Born December 23rd, in Santa Cruz, California. Followed three years later by a younger sister. Had a relatively unremarkable childhood, turned by a stranger when away from home during his fourteenth summer, June 18th. Succeeded in hiding his identity from his family for the next three years. Made a poor choice in friends several months ago, and as a result inadvertently caught the attention of a very dangerous man, who decided to take care of him by depositing him into slavery. Needless to say, he's a little bitter.
claimed by shuuritter! eriyonai
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 2:11 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Azar (Fia) McKenna
O t h e r N a m e s:: Fia or Aza. Other than that, I have none.
A g e:: Around a thousand years old, though the exact number is lost to me. I look to be in my early twenties.
B i r t h d a y:: December 31st.
O r i g i n:: Persia.
S p e c i e s:: Will-o-Wisp
H a i r C o l o u r:: Blue.
E y e C o l o u r:: Varying shades of red.
H e i g h t:: Five foot seven inches
B u i l d:: I like to say that I have a curvy and attractive build. I try to work out the best I can in this small space...
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight.
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C o l l a r:: Leather
C h a r m s:: Sword, Paint Brush, Pencil, Tree, Flame, and a Guitar Pick.
C o l o u r s:: Dark Red, Light Blue, Orchid and Maroon.
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L i k e s::
☑ Fire.
☑ Summer or hot weather.
☑ Spicy Foods, especially peppers.
☑ Playing the guitar.
☑ Painting, drawing, writing, etc.
☑ Attractive men.
☑ Children.
☑ Peaches.
☑ Cooking.
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Most women. Kids are fine, but once they get to womanhood, they all seem to become total bitches. No offense to anyone.
☒ Being wet. Showers are wonderful so long as the water is scalding. But rain? Good luck...
☒ Grapes.
☒ Super sweet foods.
☒ Old perverts.
T a l e n t s:: I can play the guitar rather well. I can also draw and paint rather well. Um... I do write erotic novels though...
Q u i r k s:: As mentioned above... I write erotic novels. I make sure to keep them out of reach of children of course, but due to my own lack of sex life, I tend to write out what's on my mind. It helps that I'm good at it too. Already had two of my books published. I am almost constantly cold, so I typically wear warmer attire than everyone else. I do eat peppers in any way, shape or form. The canine thing, I guess would be considered a quirk... If the word 'fetch' is integrated into an order, I typically obey more than if it wasn't, I bury things in the yard, I chew up bones, etc.
S k i l l s:: Take a look. This is my other form. Kinda spooky, I suppose, but I love being in it. I can manipulate fire too, red fire in my human form and ghost fire (or the white) in my fox form. In this form, I stand about two and a half feet tall in this form and am about five feet long, mostly my tail. I run at about a hundred and fifty degrees internally.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I'm a bit of a sarcastic b***h, will admit. I enjoy messing with people, but I know where to draw the line. I like to smile and when no children are around, I am a bit of a tease if I find the male attractive enough. Normally, I am content to just be and work out or lounge around in my animal form or just... write or draw or paint. I am really easy to please. In truth, I love children. I was always told that I could never have them, so I see them as a joy and a blessing. Most of the time, I am calm and unlike most of my fiery kin, I don't really have a temper. I'm more content to just say I'm wrong and let it drop. All in all, I'm playful, easy-going and I love kids...
I do have a tendency, as stated previously... To write erotica... I do it most of the time. I do blush and get a bit 'flustered' when writing and I will try to bury it it your backyard or hide it anywhere I possibly can so that no one reads it. I am a bit self-conscious about my writing, even though I've been published twice. I also have a bit of a jealous streak. Things that are mine, are mine. Whether it be a man or a book, a pan or a bed sheet. If I use it, it's mine. I will start a fight with another woman if she hits on 'my man' and I typically win. Children are exempt from this, well, because they're kids. It typically resorts to adults that it comes to a boil.
Underneath the humanity, though, I am still a canine. I do run around and sometimes can't help but go grab something if the word 'fetch' is stated. I like to chew on bones in my fox form and all the other things that go along with it, except the bathing. I'd rather shower, thanks.
H i s t o r y:: My past is a bit long... I was born in Persia and I stayed there with my parents for a long time. I think I was about two hundred when I finally left the nest when my younger brother was born. Since we're a rather jealous species, so I left to start my own family... Only to find out that it was out of the question. Since both of my parents were Wisps, I lost my ability to have children. So... Now that the whole family gig was out, I needed a plan B. Which was? I have no idea. Around five centuries of my memory are gone.
By the time that I can remember again, I was in a slave shop, being sold and an exotic animal, forced to stay in my animal form through a collar. But once I left the cage, I turned human. So I usually got stuck right back into my cage. Finally, after about fifty years in that little cage, of moving from place to place, I was sold. And I made it to his home. In truth, this is where I got most of my talents. He taught me to cook, to play guitar, to paint and draw, to write. I thrived in my new home. But like all things that begin, it came to an end too soon for me. After two hundred and forty eight years in servitude, he sold me for a fresh young tart. I was sold to this place, Hotel of something or other. And I've been here for about two years now.
Saphire_L_Fox
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 1:48 pm
Moved to Master's Thread.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 3:32 pm
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 4:13 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Hope Renee Mendoza
O t h e r N a m e s:: Rae
A g e:: 240 in total but looks to be in her late twenties
B i r t h d a y:: December 26
O r i g i n:: Born in the forests of the Lagan Valley in Ireland
S p e c i e s:: Hind; Female Fairy Deer
H a i r C o l o u r:: Pink
E y e C o l o u r:: The right eye is blue while the left is purple
H e i g h t:: five foot eleven inches
B u i l d:: With a simple hourglass shape, with signs of muscle, though very little strength in the upper body part as most of her strength is in her legs.
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight
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C o l l a r:: Enchanted Lace
C h a r m s:: Star, Pearl, Heart, Tree, Hourglass
C o l o u r s:: Deep Purple, Blue, Light Pink, Plum
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L i k e s::
☑ Baby Animals
☑ Pottery
☑ Vegetables
☑ Twigs/Trees
☑ Fungi/Fungus
☑ Night time
☑ Berries/Fruits
☑ Jewelry
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Meat/Blood
☒ Wolves/Dogs/Foxes
☒ Thieves
☒ Hot Foods
☒ Plants with Overbearing Smells
☒ Garlic
☒ Bright Lights
☒ Shoes
T a l e n t s:: She's good at cleaning, but she isn't much of a cooker. She can't make food as she mostly eats raw foods. She's a good swimmer because of both her deer genes and her natural talent in swimming, she also an amazing swimmer. Being able to run up to twice the average speed of human, though that depends on the terrain on which she's running on. She has a good sense of smell too, and can find almost anything, though its easy to repel her if strong scents plants are put next to the object, as she most likely won't go near the object. She can play the pan flute well, though that's the only instrument she can actually play.
Q u i r k s:: She snorts when nervous, especially when in deer form. She has two scars, one located on the right side of her abdominal, right above her hip bone. The second is located on her collar bone. These scars are from when she was shot. When in rut, she often spends time away from people, as so she won't hump someone's leg off or do worse things then that. During this time she is quite sensitive in the body for a while, though rut season doesn't last long for her because of her human self. She loses her antlers in the winter like normal deers. Animals like her, well most of them do. Though they aren't attracted to her, they just don't mind her.
S k i l l s:: Hope has the ability to shape shift, from human to deer, this transformation is fairly easy for her now, and so it doesn't require to much energy, though when scared she might start transforming without notice. Hope has mastered some skill over nature and in winter she came make a tree or some other plant come back to life and in bloom. If she is milked, you can drink her milk for healing purposes, this milk either comes from her breasts as a human or her utter as a deer. Her milk normal replenishes at normal speed of nursing deers. Though as a fairy she can sense and see other fairies and is often caught talking to them.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Quiet and polite Hope doesn't talk much unless talked too, and has a certain gentleness about her that makes her seem elegant. She's much against violence and so she does whatever she can to avoid it, as she had enough violence to last her several years. Hope is a calm individual but in rut she can become a bit of a flirt. Often making inappropriate suggestions, later in which she gets embarrassed by. Though outside of rut season she doesn't change much. She's normally calm and reserved, shy, she gets uncomfortable when she feels she's neglecting the feelings of others, or is being selfish. She is can be very naive, and easy to fool, she doesn't recognize others feelings of love unless they either tell her or show her. She easily trusts people which has gotten her into trouble before but she doesn't really blame them for anything.
H i s t o r y:: It was the winter of December 1803, a small cry echoed from the forest which was nestled into the valley of Lagan. The river which flowed through it seemed to cover most of the cries that rippled in the air. In the distance a small fire could be seen, only as you got closer was the fire no longer little, It grew and grew, till it consumed a small village and multiple trees. Animals ran around, wild and full of fear while humans ran for cover, trying to escape the fiery flames of what seemed to be their last night of their lives. That night Hope had been born, or reborn better said. Though going back a few years we arrive in this said small village Den Lagáin ar, translation: Lagan's Den. This village was peaceful, and seemed to be one with nature. As no automobiles ran there, no new technology had appeared there. The village was buried in the past that it had survived on for so long. Hope was a regular deer, she had two siblings, two brothers. Among them though she was the runt, weaker then most fawns she was always close to her mother whenever the small family was traveling. She was nicknamed fianna beag, Irish for 'Little Deer', an nickname that was given to her for her small physique and weak heart.
She had a normal deer life, hiding from the occasional fox and or wolf, she never had much of a troubled life till one day. It had been a year since she was born, it had been a normal fall day, the weather was nice and cool, her mother had been out getting food, while she and her brothers lay hiding a close by, a mere few feet away from their mother. Though out of no where a wolf had managed to get close without a sound and before their mother could escape, she was dead. In utter horror Hope was frozen. Though the wolf was not down as this animals pack soon showed up and found her brothers, in to much of a scare Hope dashed off while she brothers were killed. That was a day Hope will never forget.
Time passed though, and soon Hope found her another herd of deers. She was now a full grown doe, though she was still a bit weak in the heart to the point that if she had had children she would have died. So she settled down next to the small village. It seemed as if everything was normal, the children loved her as she was one of the few deers that came out for the little ones. She was barely hunted as it wasn't hard to escape the hunters when she was in danger. Her days though, were mostly peaceful. Though as the fall season came again, it seemed the humans had heard rumors of a bandit gang moving into the valley. Though these bandits never touched the village until the night of December 26, 1803. The same day Hope died. That night the bandits pillaged the poor villagers of everything they owned. Hope had ran away from the scene, in hopes of being safe, joining another herd for protection. Most of the males had gone off to protect their territory from the humans, while the females lay in waits for them to return. Though as the atmosphere in the herd calmed a wandering wolf came near, but soon died from what seemed to be a gun shot wound. It didn't take long for the does to be put into a panic. This was an action that lead to their deaths, as it caught the attention of nearby bandits who were set on killing all life in the valley.
With a short talk Hope and a few other does had formed a distraction plan, to let most of the others live. So as a final act of retaliation Hope and a few other does, ran into the humans. Hurting multiples in hopes of scaring them off, though this proved to be futile, as the humans were even more angry at the deers. One bandit though took fun in torturing a few does better putting them into a permanent sleep. As he finished of his first to victims he aimed for two more does, but Hope intercepted the first two bullets. Dead from the impact.
Hope laid dead for a good while, a few minutes it seemed but in truth it had been days since her death. Death took kindly to the poor deer as she died protecting does, and so she was made Hind. A rare deer that was believed to never have existed. Though with this new awakening, Hope was no longer deer but human. A new body she had to learn, a new face she had to feel. Hope was left naked in the middle of a snow cover forest, with only a deer pelt to cover her. The last remains of her former body, Hope had made her way into the village. Where she was titled an outcast, for her antlers and her awkward walk. Though an old couple took the outcast in. True saints in heart they allowed her to sleep in their shed. They clothed her and taught her how to walk. It wasn't easy and Hope spent most of her days stumbling around, trying to walk properly, they even taught her how to speak Irish, this was a very difficult experience as she was mumbling gibberish for two years before she spoke proper Irish.
Hope finished her studies to act like a normal Irish person, and as the couple died, Hope moved out. She had grown attached to the humans and couldn't stay in the village without being driven into sadness about their deaths. She headed farther into the valley where she practiced her magic. Ones in which was discovered on accident. It took her a while to learn how to change back into deer form and back into human form. She even learned how to understand animals while human, though this was on accident but has proven very useful to her.
Years went by, specifically two hundred years went by as she learned more about magic, though as those years passed more of the valley became habituated and soon her hideout was found. A few humans took interest in her, kidnapped the poor Hind and her belongings they brought her to England. Where she learned English and how to serve. She was whipped into a delicate thing, from being a strong willed Hind, to a silent and obeying Hind. After a while though the humans grew bored of the Hind and sold her to H�tel des Esclaves. A place where she now spends her days dreaming of the valley and her herd.
Anzen Hatsukoi
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