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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:43 pm
Shiver 
Name: Kismet's Shiver 'N' Shine
Nickname(s): Shiver
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Breed: Oriental Shorthair
Preference: Bisexual
Rank: Master
Territory: Rogue
Mother: [IC] Kismet's Fire 'N' Ice
Father: [IC] Willowridge Starlit
Siblings: Four; she doesn't know them.
Lover: None
Offspring: Deceased
Hair: White-blond in a spiky/layered style, dyed in pinks, purples and teals.
Skin: Pale
Eyes: One blue, the other jade green.
Fur: Pure white
Style: Tight blue jeans with cuts through them, pink and black leggings showing through. A low-cut tank top with spaghetti straps, the sleeves a tight black mesh that billow out at the wrists. A pink jewel-studded collar.
Personality: She's bipolar and can switch moods with the drop of a hat. She's a dominant personality, but a submissive lover. The kind of girl who's a little afraid of commitment. She's strangely affectionate to the ones she loves, but it takes her a little while to get to know you. Different people can trigger different moods; but just wait awhile and she'll change cycles.
Good days-- Happy, impulsive, risk-taking, over-exciteable, laughs at stupid things, foolish, high energy.
Bad days-- Berserk, snappish, restless, snarky, sluggish, aloof, depressed, easily irritated.
Likes: Beautiful things, jewelry, sunsets, being free, midnight escapades, the thrill of the chase, friendships and lovers, reading sappy romance novels, kissing in the dark, painting and art.
Dislikes: Garbage-surfing (and those who enjoy it), being dirty, tough love, mother figures, people who dislike her or distrust her (even if she's given them a reason to), chicken.
Background: Shiver was born in a cattery in the states and raised to be family friendly, along with her siblings. She was the nicest looking of her litter -- the best specimin of her breed, and they planned on breeding her in the future. Her mood swings made them reconsider. She was a good cat, but unstable. They weren't sure if they wanted that to be passed on. They decided to sell her, shipping her overseas to an older couple. Unhappy because of the move and in a mood, she was destructive. They put her outside and she slept around with a few toms. She became pregnant at a young age. Surprising even to herself, Shiver settled a little, wanting to become a mother. She felt it would give her life meaning.
She miscarried the litter and it broke her. Spinning out of control, she trashed the garden and fled, away from the father of the unborn kittens, away from the old couple. Just away. She broke out of her collar, replacing it with a choker because she hated the look of that scar on her neck. She was unafraid of the freedom given to her, taken by her, and settled into a strange lifestyle of thievery from the markets and painting in the park.
Currently: Where ever the wind takes her, but she's lonely.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:47 pm
Shiver's RP Log
RPs In Chronological Order
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:48 pm
Remedy 
Name: Remedy
Nickname(s): Remie, Meddie
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Breed: LaPerm
Preference: Straight
Rank: Collared
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Lover: None
Offspring: NA
Hair: Pale white-blond with teal chunking
Skin: Soft tan
Eyes: Pale jade green
Fur: Mottled calico, long and tightly curled
Style: A casual rave/punk.
Personality: Easy-going, devil-may-care, carefree, reckless, with a flair for dramatics.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Currently: Sneaking into raves, but has no intention of underage drinking.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:40 pm
Khloe 
Name: Stonecreek Unusually Unusual "Khloe"
Nickname(s): Klo
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Breed: Ragdoll
Preference: Straight
Rank: Collared
Mother: [IC] Stonecreek When Pigs Fly "Macy"
Father: [IC] Stonecreek Just Hold On "Hollis"
Siblings: Several, both full-blooded and half-blooded. Impulse is a half-brother, sharing the same mother.
Lover: None
Offspring: None
Hair: Dark hair in a rainbow mowhawk.
Skin: Pale-fair
Eyes: Blue-green
Fur: White and gray, long-haired.
Style: Punkish. Black tripp pants with silver chains and straps and lime green stitching and little lime green bows on the pockets. A tight corset top in hot pinks and blacks with skulls and crossbones on it. Pink/Lime glowsticks around her neck. Ears are pierced all the way up. Tight black and white striped arm warmers, dayglo orange painted nails.
Personality: Opinionated, wary of strangers, musically-inclined, stubborn-as-a-mule, impulsive, but afraid to get her hands dirty -- a slight germophobe. She's ashamed of her body, deep down. She's OCD and an insomniac. She'll probably be a flirt, just to see who she can attract, but will freak out when the person tries to get close and will back away quickly. Not patient. Highly sensitive to senses.
Likes: Fashion. Being herself. Flirting. Friends (when she learns to trust them). Boys and girls. Cocky people. Attention. Dogs. Collecting trinkets (thanks to Impulse). Red meat, fully cooked. Nighttime.
Dislikes: Fish. Shrimp. Anything sea-food. Textures that are abrasive. Bad smells/tastes. Being touched by strangers. Sol.
Decollaring: Khloe had spent alot of time on her own. It was her favorite pasttime...at least it was before she actually made friends. She also spent alot of time in front of the mirror. She'd changed quite a bit, going from a gangling kid with braided hair and torn jeans, to being a gangling kid dressed up in Venus's wardrobe, to growing into her long legs and dying her hair rainbow and styling it into a mowhawk. A mowhawk fit her personality well.
It was the collar that didn't fit. She slowly unwrapped the scarf from around her neck, to finger the silver fabric of a showy collar beneath it. The collar was cutting into her skin, leaving a mark. She tugged at it. She could get one finger beneath the strip, but no more. It was getting tighter and tighter.
"So take it off," she muttered. Her eyes landed on a pair of haircutting shears Impulse laid on the counter after trimming Marshall's hair. With a small smile, she reached for the shears and slipped one edge against her collar. The metal was cold against her throat. It took a bit of snipping, but finally the collar came off. She held it in her hands for many moments before sighing. Why did she feel so attached to it? She'd left behind the show-scene and had found her long-lost brother. She was going to be an aunt. "Put the past behind you," she said, her voice soft. She dropped the collar into the trashcan and turned away. She was a Freecollar now. Nothing would stand in the way of her destiny.
Background: Khloe was born at a cattery, to show-cat parents. She was pick of the litter and entered in kitten shows as soon as she hit the right age. She won ribbon after ribbon for her conformation, but she was never happy with being in a cage, being handled by a judge. She liked the attention, sure, and the ribbons and trophies weren't bad, but she wasn't like her mother, who adored the show life.
Born with heightened senses, sometimes shows were hell on her. She hated the smells, hated the bright lights, hated the loud sounds. She grew distant and grumpy and, during one show, scratched the judge and ran away. She hid until someone opened a door, even through a mass of screaming people, and she ran to safety.
She wanted to find a real home, one where she could be loved but someplace calm. Instead, she found Impulse...her brother.
Currently: Helping Impulse raise Poptart and Larka.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:43 pm
Angel 
Name: Angel
Nickname(s): Angel
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Breed: American Ringtail
Preference: Bisexual
Rank: Master
Mother: Doesn't remember
Father: Doesn't remember
Siblings: Doesn't remember
Lover: None
Offspring: None
Hair: Naturally red but bleached out and streaked with purple and green, in big ringlet curls.
Skin: Lightly tanned
Eyes: Green
Fur: Black with soft chocolate markings.
Style: Raver
Personality: Angel is typically fun-loving and impish, a little ornery and likes to tease. She flirts with anyone she thinks is cute and has been known to have raging hormones. She also likes to hit people for fun. Sometimes she doesn't know her own strength. Angel is too trustful -- she trusts all the wrong people, and sometimes it gets her hurt. She doesn't seem to notice until it's too late. She's a little emotional and cries easily, but gets over it quick.
Likes: The crack of dawn, nudity, glowsticks, being surprised, drinking, dancing, showing off, flirting, dying her hair, pretty things, movies, bright colors and random clothing, the thrill of hunting (but not the kill itself), and hot black coffee.
Dislikes: Tea, hangovers, darkness (unless it's a prelude to dawn), being bored, things that match, girls that wear too much makeup, people that wear too many layers of clothing, fatty foods, little children, her natural hair color (looks like blood!), blood itself, and reading.
Background: To be honest, Angel doesn't remember much. She can't recall anything before that day. She woke up in an alley in Ikebokuro, her clothes disheveled and her hair a mess and alcohol on her breath. She still doesn't know her name -- she became 'Angel' because that's what she found tattooed on her wrist in flowing letters, with a little pawprint beside it. Probably the name of a lover, but she can't recall.
She's a little bit worried about this, but figures she might not want to remember. So she's started a new life here in Ikebokuro.
Currently: Offering up her services to be a surrogate, at least until she finds "the one" for her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:44 pm
Angel's RP Log
RPs In Chronological Order
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:45 pm
Venus 
Name: Venus
Nickname(s): Venus
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Breed: Ocicat
Preference: Straight
Rank: Novice
Territory: Tanabatchi House
Mother: NA
Father: NA
Siblings: NA
Lover: Apollo
Offspring: Adonis, Sol, Luminara and Marrie
Hair: Carmel with whiteblond streaks, work in a layered style with some pulled back with sticks.
Skin: Light bronze
Eyes: Golden
Fur: Smooth-coated fur in a mottled gold-brown and black.
Style: Goddess-like and beautiful.
Personality: A little prissy due to her life as a showcat, she prefers to stay clean and beautiful, but she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty if one of her children or her dearest Apollo is in danger. She's a lot of a flirt and a little vain -- but how could you not be with beauty such as hers? -- but is kind-natured and nuturing, motherly, and loves everyone unless they give her a reason not to. She values her family above all else but tends to get jealous easily.
Likes: Cleanliness, being beautiful, her mirror, Apollo, her children <3, rain showers and thunderstorms, shiny things, diamonds, flirting with cute boys just to see what they do, friendship, mice (but not catching them herself), books and mythology.
Dislikes: Being dirty, being alone, when Apollo leaves, having to share her "babies" with their friends/lovers, cheaters, hunting, fighting.
Background: Venus was a spoiled show-cat -- a ribbon winning showcat, thanks. She was doing well in the rings, impressed all the judges, and she had a list of people who wanted future kittens from her to carry on her bloodline. However, during one of the shows, things got mixed up and Venus found herself all alone on the streets. She haunted the fairgrounds the show was at for days, but she never found her humans. She ended up finding a few stray friends and her lover, Apollo, and she's had four kittens with him -- but they are grown up now.
Currently: Helping raise her ruffian grandson, Leto
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:46 pm
Cambridge 
Name: Cambridge
Nickname(s): Bridge
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Breed: Savannah
Preference: Straight
Rank: Master
Territory: Faylinn
Mother: [IC] Trinity
Father: [IC] Sascha
Siblings: Sassy
Lover: Never
Offspring: NA
Hair: Pale blond with a bit of curl, dyed deep red at the ends
Skin: Fair
Eyes: Gold
Fur: Mottled brown and black
Style: Different layers, a sun pendant, belts that hold knives and glowsticks.
Personality: Formal, soft-spoken, honest, has a temper at times, sexual.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background: TBA
Currently:
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:48 pm
Poptart 
Name: Poptart
Nickname(s): Poppie, Pop.
Age: 6 - 11
Gender: Female
Breed: Russian Blue x Ragdoll x Am. Shorthair
Preference: Unknown
Rank: Collared
Territory: Ongaku Uni / The Ruins
Mother: Gwin
Father: Impulse & Marshall
Siblings: Iris & Valentine
Lover: Too young!
Offspring: NA
Hair: Soft silver, streaked with rainbows
Skin: Pale-fair
Eyes: Jade-green
Fur: Cream and brown mottled calico, smooth coat
Style: TBA
Personality: Fun-loving, gentle, happy-go-lucky, restless, adventurer, brave.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Decollaring Story:
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:49 pm
Poptart's RP Log
Collared:
3 Formal RP
[x] [x] [x]
4 Informal RP [or +3 Formals]
[x] [x] [x] [x]
Decollaring Story
[x]
1-2 month time span efore growth
RPs In Chronological Order
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:50 pm
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