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 Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 1:40 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:32 pm
You have forsaken all the love you’ve taken
Sleeping on a razor there’s nowhere left to fall
Your body’s aching every bone is breaking
Nothing seems to shake it it just keeps holding on
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Sahati
♦ Meaning: None 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Given his obvious plant-like qualities, this fox is quite easy to pick out from a crowd. Overall, Sahati is a tall, spindly thing. Don't let this fool you; he's actually quite hardy, as well as agile. Fortunately, it is simple enough to determine his current mental state from the way he carries himself at any given time. If he moves with a meandering, careless gait, normally with his head tilted to one side and mouth opened wide in a somewhat eerie smile, then Sa' is in his more playful, oblivious state of mind. If the crimson eyes are staring sternly forward, and he is standing up like a person with half a brain... You can bet that his mind is focused, and his senses have returned to him.
♦ Strengths: Agility, powerful jaws, secretes digestive enzymes from his mouth when it is clamped shut around prey
♦ Weaknesses: Poor eyesight, poor hearing, gets lethargic in dry weather
♦ Voice: While they both come out of the same voice box, it is surprising how different the two sides of Sahati can sound. The more logical side is very stiff, with a somewhat deep, clear voice that often sounds annoyed or aloof. The other is higher and somewhat growl-like, but whimsical, and tends to draw its words out much longer than they need to be.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: The sun, water, food, playing, bugs, running about, kits; Puzzles, quiet, reading, rain, solitude, art
♦ Dislikes: Being hungry, being hurt, being alone, mean noodles, hedge clippers, missing when he bites; "Sa," kits, loud noises, dry weather, idiots, people who ask him too many questions
♦ Summary: It is difficult to sum up what Sahati is like in a simple paragraph. This is chiefly due to his dual-personality; one would likely have to meet him several times to understand the full scope of what this noodle is like. However, in essence, there are two different noodles housed in this single body. They are somewhat aware of each other, and share a name and history. First, there is the side that smiles... Not many would believe it after just one or two conversations, but this is the side of Sa' that, if either was going to, would probably harm another noodle the most. It has no real sense of logic, or much of a short-term memory to speak of... In short, it is little more than an animal with manners. If it is hungry, or angered, it will attack without hesitation. But, it is deceiving. When its mood is decent, it will act lighthearted, playful, and even polite. On the other hand, the less open half of Sahati, who will only go by his full name to anyone but those closest to him, is cold, intelligent, and a irritable. He is never violent, unlike the half that smiles, but he is stern, and rather snappish towards people he deems stupid. Not entirely unfeeling, he will try to warn others off of his other side if they seem to be getting too close... That is, if he has the chance.
[Relations]
♦ Mate: Bana
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Sahati's life, unfortunately, was never a normal one. He was born to parents that didn't want him, instead dumping the strange little kit off into an orphanage. It is unclear whether the overall experience, or some particular, traumatic event that occurred within the walls of that place was what caused the kit's personality to split like it did... But the end result was obviously two different sides of Sahati. In any case, his being "troubled" as he was dashed any hopes he could have had at being adopted. Instead, the orphanage began to send him to counselors to try and find a solution. Unsure of what they were dealing with, they were shocked when one of the old women sent to examine him came out of the room, screaming, with bite marks and severe burns on one paw. When they returned to restrain him, they found him giggling in the corner, snapping his mouth open and shut repeatedly. Needless to say, this was a cause for alarm for the orphanage; they could never take him back, and put him with the other children! They sent him instead to a sort of foster home for the defective... And of course, with his eventual escape out of an open window, that went entirely according to plan.... For the rest of his childhood and adolescence, Sahati grew up on the streets. Sure, occasionally he would find a nice family that would take him in for a while, and try to find him help until the novelty wore off or the family cat turned up missing... But one thing is certain; he always ended up alone again in the end.
♦ Current: Today, he remains as alone as he has ever been, and part of him seems to prefer it that way. After all, when people start to linger for too long, they are apt to get bitten, and that can't lead to anything good... He can normally be found in parks, especially if it is around some sort of water source. Occasionally, though, he does venture into more populated areas for food, work, and entertainment.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: "Where the Wild Things Grow" Dice Game
♦ RP Color: Forest Green
♦ Colorist: Tiro
[Pictures]
♦ Uncerted Adult
[Music]
♦ Dangerous Garden - Bruno Coulais
♦ Beat the Devils Tattoo - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Foes, Romance, Others
♦RP Log Links:
None There is no peace here war is never cheap here
Love will never meet it it just gets sold for parts
You cannot fight it all the world denies it
Open up your eyelids and let your demons run
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:42 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
I hate this place. There are too many people, making far too much noise. But, at least the library nearby is decent. However, it would be much better if it was open at night. I don't particularly enjoy going out in the day... I still haven't figured out why, but he is more prone to taking over during the sunny hours, while everyone is out and about. But then again, if he wasn't such a damn inconvenience, maybe I wouldn't hate him so much. I guess that's the point...
I looove this place! So many people, so much fun! So much to eaaaaat!! Plus, plenty bugs and lots of sun! Yesssss! I want to stay here a loooong time and make lotsss of friendsssss!
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Bianca: "Who...? I'm afraid I've never met her..."
"Pretty lady, didn't knoooow the time. But nice, nice, yesssss! I want see her again soon, mhmm!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:26 am
The fix is in
There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom
The fix is in
Can't wait to see how it upsets 'em
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Maeve
♦ Meaning: Intoxicating 
♦ Gender: Female
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Chances are, a "tossled" look is about the best you're going to get out of Maeve. Unless she is actively working a job that requires her to look, as she calls it, "dainty," she doesn't bother with excessive grooming or puffery. She is of small stature and lithe build, and prides herself on the ability to slip away from a bad situation fight rather than getting into a brawl. Normally spotted at night, Maeve is unlikely to be seen strutting or anything of that sort; she prefers to stick to dark areas, and slinks more than anything else.
♦ Strengths: Quiet step, quick, flexible
♦ Weaknesses: Low pain tolerance, sensitive eyes
♦ Voice: She doesn't make a habit out of speaking, but when she is heard, Maeve's voice isn't very far from melodious. It is an even pitch, very smooth, and very soft. She usually uses a superior tone unless she is trying to trick someone, in which case she has quite the pitiful little mewl...
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Jewels, birds, ghost stories, nighttime, windy nights, running, sneaking, thrills, thievery, her eyes, kits, falling, exploration, knives, horror movies, peaches
♦ Dislikes: Swimming, wimps, cars, being trapped, loud people, getting caught, going hungry, guns, bright light, sushi
♦ Summary: Maeve is a demanding soul. She expects no less than the best, and is the type to never be satisfied until she gets exactly what she wants. It's hard to peg what she is actually thinking, given the fact that she isn't too fond of getting to know people. In fact, she'd much rather pick your pocket or scam you than ask for your name. She is not above sneaking and thievery, as long as she doesn't get caught. It should be noted that, when meeting others, Maeve is apt to ignore anyone who she deems less than useful unless they are persistent. Anyone that sticks with her long enough may find out that she isn't that bad of a person, even if she is a bit shifty and quick to anger. Yes, deep down she is a little bit of a softie and a romantic. That, of course, is the part she doesn't want you to know.
[Relations]
♦ Mate: Connor
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Maeve never had it easy growing up. She and her family were impoverished, and lived on the streets with little means of getting so much as a scrap of food. And so, it stands to reason that she took to stealing whatever she needed to get by at a very young age. After her parents passed away during her early adulthood, she fell in with a bad crowd, and resorted to selling her body to get by. Luckily, a fast-talking con artist was there to sweep her away from that lifestyle, and taught her his ways of trickery and sleight of hand. They lived comfortably for a while, sharing ill-gotten spoils and frolicking happily under the moonlight. That is, until the male was caught in the middle of a scam by someone who happened to have a gun. Maeve's mate was killed by this unsatisfied customer, who left a public message that he would deal with any other tricksters and thieves accordingly. Afraid that the vigilante would get her next, Maeve went into hiding before moving away from her old haunt.
♦ Current: Recently, Maeve has built up the courage to try her cons and thieving ways again. She's hoping that no trigger-happy vigilantes nose in to ruin the fun...
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Hangman Game Semi-Custom Prize
♦ RP Color: Dark Violet
♦ Colorist: DeeJaye
[Pictures]
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflowers Sweet Smell - Yasushi Ishii
♦ The Fix - Elbow (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Foes, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetToo many times we've been postally pipped
We've loaded the saddles, the mickeys are slipped
We're swapping the turf for the sand and the surf and the sin
Cause the fix, the fix is in
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:26 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
Sometimes it's hard to keep your thoughts together in a new place. The sheer number of marks walking around this little berg was almost enough to give me the shakes. I've got to keep my cool, though, or they'll find me out. I figure I'll start with something real simple... I don't know, just pickpocketin' on busy streets. Maybe I'll set up something better if I need to later... Still, it's better to have a partner with that kind of stuff.
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Nick: "Some guy that caught me dumping a wallet down a storm drain. That psycho had a gun!"
♦ Connor: "He's got a lot of nerve! At least he ain't gonna turn me in, though, even if he did find out that I'm a thief."
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:33 am
From the East out to the Western shore
Where many men and many more will fall
But no angel flies with me tonight
Till freedom reigns on all
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Charlotte Zoro
♦ Meaning: Little and Womanly 
♦ Gender: Female
♦ Age: Young Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Charlotte is a small thing as far as height is concerned, but she holds a decent amount of strength for a girl her size. A smirk is always kept on that face, especially when she's been drinking. Never having too much time to worry about her appearance, her hair and clothing are almost never spotless and neat, instead bearing the look of one who works, fights, and hasn't a care in the world. That isn't to say, of course, that she never takes care of her own appearance; she doesn't wish to look so slovenly that she earns no respect from her family, friends, and the bar wenches. Occasionally, you'll see her with a freshly washed head of hair, shining goggles, and a coat that's had the dust and such beaten out of it; just not as often as those prissy lasses you might see farther inland.
♦ Strengths: Swordsmanship skills, good balance
♦ Weaknesses: Inability to hold her rum half as well as her father
♦ Voice: Charlotte's voice is a high-pitched and gruff one, with a bit of an accent like her mother's and a penchant for cursing a bit more than necessary. She despises mumbling, and will almost never be caught doing so herself. Quite the contrary; she's loud, and should never be allowed anywhere near a library.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Rum, mead, fighting, wenches, swords, the color blue, the sea, shellfish, squids, gulls, food, accordion music, her earrings, gold
♦ Dislikes: Sexism, the navy, the absence of sea, sharks, having no rum, not being able to hold her alcohol, flirtatious men, getting lost, reading, swimming
♦ Summary: Charlotte is an easy one to pick out of a crowd around these parts, and her behavior is one of the things that makes her easy to spot. There's barely a thing about her that screams "feminine," as she acts a lot like one would expect a male pirate to. She's loud, often drunk, and always ready to fight. This one isn't really a black-hearted sort, though, and she actually does try to treat others nicely... As long as she's not busy running them through or robbing them blind, of course. [More later. She needs RP~]
[Relations]
♦ Father: Roranoa Zoro
♦ Mother: Cozora
♦ Siblings: Zophar Zoro, Kuina Zoro
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Charlotte Zoro and her two siblings were the result of a drunken evening between the pirates Cozora and Roranoa Zoro. Despite a bit of uncertainty between the parents, - and correct me if I'm wrong here, Silver and Stormy- she grew up with her family, and learned her piratical habits from them. Swordsmanship became a huge interest of hers early on, as did equality for female pirates, and females in general.
♦ Current: Now, Charlotte is a fully grown fox, and she's happily filling her life with training, drinking, and occasionally "looting" the nearby taverns for drinks and pleasurable company.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Breeding Gift from Stormy and Silver! <3
♦ RP Color: Dark Slate Blue
♦ Colorist: DeeJaye
[Pictures]
♦ Bowl
♦ Kit
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ The Two Hornpipes (Tortuga) - Hans Zimmer
♦ Whats Left of the Flag - Flogging Molly (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Family, Friendship, Romance, Foes, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetWalk away me boys, walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:35 am
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me
We pillage, we plunder we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
....
Oi, I forget the next part... But then it goes...
SECRET TUNNEL!! Secret tunnel!!
Hahahaha! Man... Man 'm I drink... Drank... Drunk. Yeah, tha'ssit. Drunk.
[[The above shall be replaced with meaningful commentary after some much-needed roleplay, so that she has something to talk about. >w>;]]
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Zoro: "Da's me hero! He taught me jus' about all I know 'bout fightin' with me swords. 'E holds his rum a hell o' a lot better 'n me, though."
♦ Cozora: "Me mum! Doesn't take bull from men, jus' like me! I'll be a captain like 'er one day. Prolly."
♦ Zophar: "Heh. Me brother can't fight worth nothin' and prolly never will. So much fer 'protectin' his sisters,' huh? Ha!"
♦ Kuina: "Me sis. Jus' like me an' mum, she's a right strong lass! An' we won't let the likes o' any men forget it any time soon!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:37 am
Oh rise, Rapture, rise!
We turn our hopes up to the skies!
Oh rise, Rapture, rise!
Upon your wings our dreams will fly!
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Sander Cohen
♦ Meaning: Awesome None
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: As far as his build is concerned, Sander is of an average height, if not a hair shorter than most, and he is slightly pudgy. That, of course, is not the most unique thing about him by far. Cohen presents himself as a sort of high-society artist, and insists on dressing formally in a three-pieced suit. This suit, old and battered beyond reason for something outside a trash heap, is stained with blood, plaster, and paint. One of the shoulders on his jacket is torn open, his black bow tie is worn askew, and gaping holes in one pant leg show the pale fur beneath. His hair is slicked back rather neatly, aside from two adorable locks curling forward off of the left side of his hairline. Atop his lip sits a long, black mustache, which is always neatly curved to the artist's liking. The entirety of his face is painted white aside from the black eyelashes he seems to have drawn on, along with the crimson lipstick that he wears. What of his skin isn't painted - specifically his front paws - is marred with red blotches as a side-effect of repeated splicing. Somehow, the lunatic seems to remember to keep a fresh rose on his lapel despite his otherwise raggedy appearance; it may symbolize some sort of inner sanity that's been buried for who knows how long... Or perhaps, he just enjoys freshly cut flowers. He carries himself with a snobbish sort of grace, and he has a tendency to use exaggerated movements and hand gestures.
♦ Strengths: Teleportation thanks to the Houdini plasmid, the ability to throw fireballs thanks to the Incinerate! plasmid, dexterous paws suited to playing various instruments, sculpting, and other artistic endeavors
♦ Weaknesses: Not exactly buff, and while it isn't exactly physical, repeated splicing has taken its toll on his overall sanity and self-control
♦ Voice: Sander Cohen's voice is his own. One could likely pick him out of a crowd based solely upon his sounds. In his calmest of moods, the voice is smooth, with a sort of lilt to it. The pitch wavers frequently, tipping toward high sometimes, but then deepening moments later. Largely, the type of voice you hear from this artist depends on the inflection he is presently using, and his level and type of excitement. Given his melodramatic personality, it can change into a bellowing fury, a frustrated growl, a joyous chirp, or unrestrained sobbing within an instant. More often than not, he comes off as ostentatious, and uses a very flowery sort of vocabulary.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Sculpting, painting, writing, fine art, being adored by his audience, flattery, his own art, classical music, his projection booth, mime, Broadway, singing, absinthe
♦ Dislikes: Doubters, parasites, criticism, failure, frustration, Rapture, Andrew Ryan, isolation, being betrayed, people messing with his artwork
♦ Summary: Sander Cohen is, first and foremost, an artist. His life revolves around his creative career, and not much else. From his sculptures and paintings, to his plays and films, to his musical compositions and records; every work gives him a huge sense of pride and personal accomplishment. He fancies himself as a highly talented person, and will take every chance he can to show others just how great he is. Indeed, he's a pretentious and boastful fox, and he longs for positive attention from the masses far more than one probably should. The simple description of "eccentric" may have fitted Sander at one point in his life, before everything in Rapture started to go downhill. However, a combination of repeated splicing, and extreme frustration due to a lack of appreciation for his work, have wreaked havoc on his mind. Now, "insane" would probably be a better fit. He describes himself as having an artistic temperament, and suffers from violent mood swings at the drop of a hat. One could be carrying a normal conversation with a jolly Cohen at one moment, and he could fly into a babbling, and possibly violent rage at the next. Obviously, he's highly emotional and melodramatic, frequently overreacting to the world around him. This is especially true whenever he feels that his artistic vision is being insulted. There's nothing Cohen hates more than those Doubters and their incessant criticism! Conversely, it's also easy to get on his good side, if one knows the proper buttons to press. All one has to do is stroke his ego, and they are sure to gain the artist's favor. Unless, of course, he senses a hint of sarcasm in their voice... In any case, Sander's outward appearance is usually whimsical on his better days. He's very warm and passionate to those he deems as being on a similar level as himself, and speaks with a thoughtful lilt in his voice. On the worse ones, he sometimes dons his old bunny mask, and can be caught grumbling or sobbing to himself, or coating things in plaster. Usually, there is a bottle of absinthe somewhere nearby on this sort of day.
[Relations]
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Sander Cohen's life before he went to Rapture is largely a mystery. He was born somewhere in America; possibly in New York City, where he lived before meeting Andrew Ryan. He probably gathered a hatred for those that doubted his talents before his friendship with Ryan emerged. One Lee Wilson Seward referred to him as a "fraud," in fact. However, things become clearer as Rapture comes into the picture. A city under the sea where one could escape the doubters and parasites; a place where the artist need not fear the censor...! It was everything that he could ever dream of. Of course, he snatched up the opportunity without hesitation, and uprooted himself to relocate to Rapture.
Now, Cohen was an esteemed colleague of the city's founder, and strongly believed in the Ryanist philosophy. As such, he had an advantageous position within the hierarchy of the city right off the bat. Andrew Ryan was a bit prone to favoritism, after all. Hailed as one of Rapture's most brilliant minds, the artist enjoyed the years before the city's decline to the fullest. He ran the entertainment district, called Fort Frolic, and owned numerous art galleries throughout the rest of the undersea utopia. In addition, he was granted the honor of writing Rapture's anthem, and was consulted on the building of an amusement park called Ryan Amusements. He produced several works, including musicals such as Patrick and Moira and Happy Chappy, records, paintings, sculptures, and he starred in films such as The Black Dream.
All of this fame was bound to attract some negative attention. Cohen's came in the form of Anna Culpepper, a singer and actress that believed Cohen to be nothing more than Ryan's proverbial stable boy. After she released a scathing song called Ryan's Songbird, Cohen flew into a rage. He used his connections with Ryan to have her assassinated by the chief of police. With the competition out of the way, he was once again free to enjoy his fame, and the adoration of the Rapture citizens.
However, peace did not last in that so-called "utopia." Civil war eventually broke out between those loyal to Ryan and members of a sort of resistance under the command of a man known as Atlas. Piece by piece, the city was shut down as the war took its toll on the freedom and sanity of its citizens. Fort Frolic was cut off from the rest of the city, and Ryan left his colleague, Cohen, in charge. It was there that Cohen descended further into madness, due not only to suffering from the war, but also to genetic splicing with a substance called ADAM. He became impassive to the death and suffering of those he ruled over, even to the point of being sadistic. Fort Frolic slowly began to fill up with plaster statues, which were actually murdered splicers posed and covered in plaster by none other than the mustached madman himself. Any love that he felt for Ryan quickly turned to hatred, as Cohen regretted wasting his talents by coming to Rapture in the first place. With no audience to adore him, what was the point?
A long period of frustration followed, during which Cohen wore a masquerade mask from a ball that happened on the night Rapture's civil war began. For ages, he resided in the Fleet Hall theatre, waiting for someone of interest to come along to his dying shard of the shattered paradise. Fortunately, someone finally did! A man by the name of Jack came into the Fort via bathysphere, and Cohen jumped at the chance to toy with him. The Little Moth, as he called Jack, seemed like just the right person to help Sander finish off his masterpiece. His "Quadtych," formed of several cleverly arranged plaster splicers in bunny masks much like Cohen's own, had yet to have its four frames filled. The images, he decided, would be photographs of the four disciples that betrayed him: Kyle Fitzpatrick, Martin Finnegan, Silas Cobb, and Hector Rodriguez. After inviting Jack to Fitzpatrick's final piano recital, Cohen threw a switch and set the dynamite strapped to the piano to explode. Cohen instructed his Little Moth to take a photo of the remains, and place it on the polyptych. The pattern was then set, and the collaboration commenced. Cohen watched and waited for Jack to finish the final three traitors and mount the images onto his masterpiece, all the while giving the boy a nice dose of his unique brand of hospitality. At long last, when the final photo took its place upon the Quadtych, Cohen descended the staircase in the atrium of Fort Frolic, spotlight on himself as he rejoiced in the completion of his master work. He let Jack continue on his way, and wished him luck with the struggle against Andrew Ryan. After remaining a bit longer to admire the sculpture, he departed for his old apartment in Olympus Heights. There, he relaxed, playing his piano while splicers danced downstairs and Jack was out killing Ryan and whatnot. He even invited the Little Moth in for a spell, but that didn't last long. After these events, Cohen's life faded back into the realm of the unknown until his recent arrival on the surface.
[Bits of this profile were paraphrased by Cohen's entry on the BioShock wiki. One may also wish to go there for information on Rapture, ADAM, and whatever else you might have been confused about while reading this profile. Thank you.]
♦ Current: Cohen has finally escaped that soggy bucket, and is busy trying to make the best of the surface. He has created a little center for entertainment using funds that he got from who knows where, and named the place after the district that he used to rule. This new Fort Frolic includes many similar features and attractions as the old one, the emphasis being on the Fleet Hall theater at its center. It is small yet, but with the help of his new star pupils and his own creative mind, he hopes that it will go farther than its predecessor. Ah, yes! He has managed to rope in a few new disciples, none of which have yet met grisly ends! ... Yet.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: Low-Luck Custom Raffle Slot, August 2010
♦ RP Color: Black
♦ Colorist: DeeJaye
[Pictures]
♦ Masked
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ Cohens Scherzo no. 7 / Cohens Masterpiece - Sander Cohen Garry Schyman
♦ Dancers on a String - Garry Schyman
♦ Rise, Rapture, Rise! - Sander Cohen Garry Schyman (Lyrics Used in this Profile)All BioShock songs? I know, it's a little obvious... But I chose the above anthem because I was taking way too long to pick a song with lyrics for him. |D I have a playlist that includes Let the Record Show by Emilie Autumn among others, but I don't feel like getting mauled by rabid fans with conflicting views on fitting songs. Besides, he wrote this one, so he'll probably like that it's here.... I... guess... >w> If you can think of something else that goes great with him, feel free to PM me! I looove to discuss this sort of thing!
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Friendship, Romance, Foes, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- [Her Name in Lights!] - Lots of IM RP with Aiko
- [A Promising Child] - IM RP with Rosalie (and Melanie)
- [Practice Makes Perfect] - IM RP with Cantante
- [A Family of Artists] - IM RP with Toulouse, Aiko, and Family A city in the ocean's deep,
A promise that we'll always keep,
To boldly turn our eyes upon the prize!
So rise, rise, rise!
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:46 pm
Irony at its ripest! Today, while enjoying a bit of Moonbeam in my apartment, I happened upon some old Accu-Vox recorders buried amongst some old trash I never got to sorting. One of them belonged to him... I left it there, and moved on to listen to the others. They were mine, of course, but the voice was one I had almost forgotten. The man on those recordings was so desperate, so... Primal... So inspiring! During this period of grandeur I've been basking in, I'd inadvertently distanced myself from that sort of raw emotion! Immediately, I started painting. The form of a rabbit was the first thing that came to mind, and it went from there into a sort of scene similar to Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son... That, however, is not the most notable happening of the afternoon. Whilst I was adding the finishing touches to the blood dripping from the rabbit's maw, a small blue bird alighted my window. Or, rather, it fell onto the sill... Its wing was bitten up, feathers having been pulled off in some sort of struggle. Clearly, the little thing had given up, and chosen my window as its resting place. Oh, and when I saw that, how the feelings came rushing back! It was my chance to capture the instance of death; to immortalize the moment! Truthfully, I didn't even think about what I was doing... But, I had some plaster already mixed in the back of the studio; one of my masks needed a bit of sprucing up! ... That bird looks delightful on my night stand now, with his wings, both broken and full, outstretched... I'd almost forgotten this art form of mine. And to think, I would have missed this if I'd refused to revisit those awful days... Well, that simply serves to show that one can draw inspiration from even the must unexpected of sources. Even from a well that had previously run dry!
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Aiko: "Ah, where to begin with my dear Aiko? She's an angel. My beautiful rose! Her voice, her technique... One day, she's going to be a star, I know it! And more than that! Why, she's my closest friend! Even after the horrors I recounted to her, she still wishes to be my pupil. I... I'm speechless! She's simply too amazing for words!"
♦ Toulouse: "Well, he's a handsome one, I'll give him that... And he treats Aiko well. However, he has proven to be a failure as an actor. My hopes that he will wow me are quickly fading, as is my patience! Not to mention that he hid this trumpet business from me!"
♦ Rosalie: "What a darling girl. So much like her mother! Why, if this keeps up, she might just surpass her... We'll see!"
♦ Melanie: "Hm? Melanie... Oh yes, the young pink one. I'll admit, I don't often notice her. While not entirely unpleasant, she seems to me... Ah, yes. Dull. However, she has been acting a bit shifty as of late. Should I be suspicious...?"
♦ Montague: "Quite easily one of my favorites. He is the first skilled actor to rear his head around these parts other than myself! And to top that, he plays the piano like you wouldn't imagine. One can only imagine what he'll be like later in life!"
♦ Hideki: "Hmph. He's... Peculiar, when one considers his heritage. So... Common. But that may be something he grows out of. We'll see."
♦ Cantante: "Little Cantante... She sings beautifully, especially for one her age! I see plenty of potential here, that's for certain."
♦ Ben Lee: "A guitarist, and not a shabby singer. I suppose one could call him a diamond in the rough. He will go far, given the proper guidance. I do hope to see more of him soon..."
♦ Itzli Pardus: "I've seen this muscular young man with Montague a few times. I do believe he's a magician of some sort or another, though he hasn't even attempted to arrange a show at the Fleet Hall... I'm sure he'll come around eventually!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:14 pm
Do I have time? A man of my caliber stood in the street
Like a sleepwalking teenager, no
And I dealt with this years ago
I took a hammer to every memento
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Montague
♦ Meaning: Pointed Hill 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Young Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Unknown
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Taking after his father as far as build is concerned, Montague is a tall fox of average weight. He sports a coat of long, chiefly pink fur, which he keeps neat and presentable at all times. He carries himself with quiet confidence, but not to a point where he looks intentionally snobbish.
♦ Strengths: Gifted pianist, agile
♦ Weaknesses: Slightly nearsighted, squeamish
♦ Voice: What little of Montague people hear is quiet, clear, and deliberate. Oddly enough for an actor with such passion as him, his natural voice is somewhat monotone. He speaks slowly, making sure not to stumble over his words, and sometimes he comes off as cold or unfeeling because of it. While acting, his voice adjusts flawlessly to the part, mimicking characters of different nationalities, intelligence levels, and personalities with ease.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Acting, playing the piano, his family, learning, Cohen, fresh fruit, butterflies, watching people
♦ Dislikes: Being distracted from his lessons, Hideki pouncing him at inconvenient moments, meat, being treated like a baby, anything to do with sickness of any sort
♦ Summary: Montague is a deeply intelligent soul. He is, for the lack of a better term, gifted. Unafraid to ask questions, he learns very quickly in topics that interest him. In conversation, he sometimes comes off as cold, blunt, or even emotionless. He doesn't mean to, however; it's simply how he talks when he's being himself, and not a character from some play. This is part of the reason that he prefers not to speak with strangers unless spoken to, or unless it's absolutely necessary. Like most of his family members, he has found his passion in the artistic field. Indeed, it's hard to keep his mind set on anything but the piano or acting for long. [More to come as he is roleplayed!]
[Relations]
♦ Father: Toulouse
♦ Mother: Aiko
♦ Siblings: Melanie, Rosalie, Hideki, Cantante
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: This fox was born into a family of artists, all of whom resided in the small district of Fort Frolic. His parents were loving, his siblings were, for the most part, competent, and his teacher was eager to spread his greatness to the new generation. Luckily, Montague was gifted from birth, and took to his lot in life like a fish to water. He aspired from an early age to become the greatest actor and pianist that the world had ever known.
♦ Current: That's all for now. Aside from taking lessons, nothing much has happened to Montague yet.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: September 2010 Mass Breeding
♦ RP Color: Amaranth Deep Purple - #9F2B68
♦ Colorist: apolu
[Pictures]
♦ Bowl
♦ Kit
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ Etude in C Minor, Op. 10, No. 12 "Revolutionary" - Frédéric Chopin
♦ Farewell Hyrule King - Kenta Nagata, Hajime Wakai, Toru Minegishi, Koji Kondo
♦ The Bones of You - Elbow (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Family, Friendship, Foes, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- [A Family of Artists] - IM RP with Family + Cohen (Bowl Appearance)
- [Sibling Relations] - IM RP with Melanie, Rosalie, and Hideki
But image on image like beads on a rosary
Pulled through my head as the music takes hold
And the sickener hits, I can work till I break
But I love the bones of you that I will never escape
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:21 pm
I'm lucky to have been born into this family. We are all artists, in one way or another. Well... Most of us... And, I even have a mentor to look up to in addition to my family members. So far, I've taken an interest to the piano, and acting. Painting and whatnot... The non-performing arts... I think that I would be alright at them, but they don't interest me as much.
As for recent happenings, Cohen has been teaching Cantante and me the basics of music, and I've been getting acting lessons. Hideki is being, er... Lazy, I suppose. I don't really know... Mother and Father have been busy trying to manage the family overall, in combination with their jobs. Melanie's just a mess, and Rosalie's as successful as ever. I personally can't wait until the next production. I'm supposed to be playing the protagonist. Not to boast, but I think I'm going to steal the show.
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Aiko: "Mother is Cohen's star pupil. She's an actress and a singer, and very, very good at what she does. I think that I have a lot of her in me... I love her very much."
♦ Toulouse: "My father's not much of an actor... He's a halfway decent musician, though. He favors the trumpet, but he doesn't want to make a living out of it, I don't think... In fact, he seems much more interested in his family than any sort of career. I guess that's a good thing for us."
♦ Rosalie: "The sibling I most identify with. She's successful already, being one of Cohen's top pupils. I hope that we get cast in the same play soon; I want to prove to her that I'm just as good as she is."
♦ Melanie: "I think she's depressed, and I believe she wishes that Hideki, Cantante, and I were never born. She has issues to work out. But she's my sister, so I wish her the best."
♦ Hideki: "I don't even know where to begin... I don't want to use the word 'stupid,' I really don't... Hideki is hyperactive. He can be crude sometimes, too, and insensitive. Not that I'm one to talk about insensitivity, apparently."
♦ Cantante: "My little sister. Her voice is her trademark... Cohen believes she'll be big one day, but I wonder if she has the backbone one needs to succeed in this industry."
♦ Sander Cohen: "My mentor... He's the one that's going to make my life meaningful. He's wise, and has years upon years of experience in the arts... I can only hope that temper of his doesn't kill him before he teaches me everything he knows."
♦ Itzli Pardus: "A good friend of mine... He started hanging around the Fort a while back, when we were kits. Then he stopped coming for whatever reason... And now he's back. He's really kind, and a decent magician. I wonder what he means sometimes when he says it isn't real magic... He seems to think there is such a thing."
♦ Chandra: "I met a goddess not too long ago... She knew a bit about music. Mainly guitar, I think... She was pleasant company. I wish I hadn't had to leave so abruptly. Hopefully I'll see her again sometime."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:39 pm
A fake Jamaican took every
last dime with that scam
It was worth it just
to learn some sleight-of-hand
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Itzli Pardus
♦ Meaning: Obsidian. Also, it was the name of the Aztec god of stone. 
♦ Gender: Male
♦ Age: Young Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Unknown
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Large, muscular, and sleek are all words that describe Itzli. He isn't exactly a normal noodle, having taken after his mamri, Ebony. His tail is long and cat-like, and his ears are rounded at the tips instead of possessing the pointy, tufted qualities of regular noodle ears. Two golden horns also sprout from his skull, curving back around like those of a typical demonic. Despite this imposing build, he has a laid-back, welcoming sort of air about him. His posture is always relaxed, and he goes out of his way to look more friendly than intimidating. He never leaves home without his trademark collar and hat, either.
♦ Strengths: Retractable claws, psychokinetic powers (he is unaware of these), cat-like reflexes
♦ Weaknesses: No fighting skills, inability to perform magic
♦ Voice: Itzli's voice is somewhat deep, and absolutely cheery. He almost always sounds as if he's excited about something, and tends to slur his words a bit when he's not paying attention. His tone is always warm and welcoming, as one could expect from such a kindhearted noodle.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Magic, hats, his family, friends, snooping, fish, learning new things, asking questions, climbing
♦ Dislikes: Talking about himself, intolerant people, jerks, not being able to perform real magic, sticky things
♦ Summary: Generally warm and loving, it's clear that Itzli does his best to get on the good side of everyone he runs across. He's curious and slightly mischievous, but is never rude. He believes that a good laugh is worth anything, as long as it doesn't involve actually upsetting another fox. Itzli is the type that would always lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on, but oddly enough, he has trouble sharing his own inner emotions with others when he's feeling down. He would much rather just offer a smile and say everything was alright than get into a discussion about himself. Fascinated with magic, he spends what little of his time that isn't spent being a social butterfly studying as hard as he can. Despite being so in love with magic, however, Itzli doesn't seem to have the ability to perform it himself. Ever the optimist, he taught himself what he calls "stage magic" instead, and uses that to entertain people and such. Best of all, this sort of trickery makes him feel more at home with his magical family, which is extremely important to him. Indeed, Itzli has a big heart, and is very accepting of others. He loves nothing more than his family, and would do absolutely anything for even the most distant of relatives. He's very generous, actually, and would help even strangers that acted as if they were in need. Like his parents, he believes that those without families should be protected, and he's very quick to welcome such unfortunate souls into his heart and home. Lastly, he seems to have an odd obsession with hats.
[Relations]
♦ Mamri: Ebony Pardus
♦ Mother: Luaith
♦ Siblings: Lilura Ker Pardus, Lamia Pardus, Orichalcum Pardus, Ixtab Pardus, Mana Pardus (by birth); Alexial, Miroslav, Coven (by adoption)
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Itzli was born into the large Pardus family as the sixth child and second son to Ebony and Luaith by blood. Given his parentage, one could have assumed that the little black kit would have some sort of magic up his sleeve. However, when his elder brother Ori attempted to teach him a basic spell, it was revealed that the little male had no ability in true magic. Not all was lost, however. When he stumbled across a magazine containing the basics of non-magical illusions, Itzli began to teach himself a brand of "magic" that none of his siblings specialized in.
♦ Current: Itzli is still very close to his family today, but he often goes out to show his magic tricks to audiences outside his home.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: More Magical Madness Bowl Homing Contest <3
♦ RP Color: Electric Violet - #8F00FF
♦ Colorist: DeeJaye
[Pictures]
♦ Bowl
♦ Sparkles
♦ Kit
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ Dragon Roost Island - Kenta Nagata, Hajime Wakai, Toru Minegishi, Koji Kondo
♦ Float On - Modest Mouse (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open!
♦Desired Plots: Family, Friendship, Foes, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetAnd we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float anyway
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 12:22 pm
Things have been going great! My library card got suspended, so I've had plenty of time to work on my act in the past few months. I think I'm ready to start showing more tricks to more people! .... That rabbit thing probably could use some more work, though. Or maybe another rabbit that isn't so feisty as the one I have now. ... Anyway, it's going to be swell! I bet I'll make tons of friends once the smoke machine comes in the mail and I can get the ball rolling!
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Orichalcum: "Ori? That's my big brother. He's really awesome! I think I figured out that I couldn't do magic when he tried to teach me to make fire... Hey, had to find out sometime, right?"
♦ Ixtab: "Ixtab's... Well, Ixtab. She doesn't like talking too much, I don't think. And she's into some pretty dark magic if I remember right."
♦ Mana: "Mana's great! Plus, she can't do magic, either. I guess that makes me feel a little closer to her, if that makes sense?"
♦ Luaith: "No one brews a potion like Mom. She's just the best!"
♦ Ebony: "Mamri! I love her so much. I get a lot of my looks from her side of the family, I think."
♦ Other Family: "I haven't really gotten to know my oldest siblings besides Ori... Or any of my adopted ones, or the extended family. I'd definitely like to, though!"
♦ Montague: "I've known Montague since we were both kits. He's super smart, and really really loves music. There's a theater near his house, with a stage and everything!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:52 pm
Who the hell ever said you'd get a taste?
Do you ever wanna get up all in your face?
And nothing you can do could make me ever go away
Poor baby I'm gonna make it all okay
[Vitals]
♦ Name: Candy
♦ Meaning: What Moira thought the pills were at first. |U Also a reference to cocaine. 
♦ Gender: Female
♦ Age: Young Adult
♦ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
[Physical]
♦ Appearance: Twitchy to an almost alarming degree, Candy's posture is never what one would call proper. When she's not slouching, she's rolled over on her back or has one leg up in the air. Or she's attempting to contort her body into the shape of a letter... You know, whatever she feels like. As for build, she's quite thin, not at all muscular, and possesses long, scraggly fur that she never seems to brush unless she gets "itchy."
♦ Strengths: ... Could almost be a contortionist.
♦ Weaknesses: Shaky, cruddy balance, pencil thin, selective hearing... A lot, okay?
♦ Voice: Her voice is quite nasal, and almost grating. She's quite giggly most times. When she's angry, it's almost like someone's strangling a buzzard. She loves trying to do impressions, but can't get beyond fake-sounding accents. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to care.
[Personality]
♦ Likes: Drugs, being high, meeting new folks, beating people up, getting beat up, bouncy houses, cheesecake, doctors, green, space
♦ Dislikes: Cops, people assuming that she's a whore, intervention attempts, MOTHERFOKKING CANDY CORN, satellite dish TV connections
♦ Summary: Positively crazy even when sober, this fox is nothing if not unpredictable. She tends to be a bit violent, always trying to pick fights out of people who rub her the wrong way (or have the color green on their pelt). But she might just turn right around and give you something to take for the pain if she whaps you across the head. Other times, she's downright protective of her stash. Candy might seem a real nutjob when it comes to the drugs, but it can be attributed, for the most part, to her upbringing. It seems as if she's a bit more adventurous than some of her other family members, though, as she abuses quite a bit more than pain pills.
[Relations]
♦ Father: PEELZ!
♦ Mother: Moira
♦ Siblings: Prellie, Dayquil, Tylox, Microdot
♦ Mate: None
♦ Offspring: None
[History]
♦ Early: Born from what she understood as a one night stand or mistake of some sort, Candy's family was a strange one indeed. Sure, her mother decided to settle down and raise her and her brother and stick with her father despite having a long-lost-lover or whatever, but that didn't make the situation any less strange. In fact, Candy's been into some very... peculiar hobbies since she was young. For one, she discovered a love for intimidation while talking to her brother as a bowl. More importantly, her mother and father enjoyed taking pills to calm them down and whatnot, so one thing led to another after Candy tried them herself... And here we are today.
♦ Current: Candy hasn't really done enough terrorizing yet... But the storm's gathering. Just you wait.
[Other]
♦ Acquired By: PEELZ! x Moira First Breeding
♦ RP Color: Lime
♦ Colorist: Tirokio
[Pictures]
♦ Bowl
♦ Sparkle
♦ Kit
♦ Cert
[Music]
♦ Evil Enchantress (Euro Spell Mix) - Eurobeat Brony
♦ Lights Out - Mindless Self Indulgence (Lyrics Used in this Profile)
[Roleplay]
♦Roleplay Status: Open
♦Desired Plots: Family, Friendship, Romance, Foes, Others
♦RP Log Links:
- None as of YetPunch your lights out
Hit the pavement
That's what I call entertainment
Causin' problems makes you famous
All this violence makes a statement
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:55 pm
[Currently Thinking...]
Between you and me, Candy really isn't the type to "think." ... Maybe if someone were to give her something worthwhile to think about, she'd give it a shot.
[Thoughts on Others]
♦ Moira: "Oh Ma... You worry too much! I'm FINE! I can do anything!"
♦ PEELZ!: "Hehaha! Good old dad and his pills!"
♦ Prellie: "Heyheyhey! BRO! Woaaah. Dude, that's a big smile you've got there. What've you got stashed in that bottle, man!?"
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