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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 3:18 am
 'Your're analog trash, when life is digital. But i prefer this, i think you're beautiful' Name: Static Pseudonym: no thanks Date of Birth: 26.2.2011 Gender: Male Genre: Flaffle prize Breed: Normal Mood: Blunt Tribe: none Rank: none Piercings: none Tattoos: none Scars: Small ones over the minority of my body Parents: none Siblings: SairaChildren: none Friends: none Rivals: Associates: Morana Orientation: Bisexual Status: Lifemated Mate: Shanisong: Analog Trash- Ayria Passions: Plants, discovering new things, learning Odiums: not feeling in control, generally others Personality: Proud, Logical, somewhat cut off from his emotions, inquisitive. Roleplay status: open Finished roleplays: Looking for (brutally) honest opinionsStatic was bullied and called a nerd. His bluntness would upset others, so he decided living alone was best. He remained a hermit for a while, until the nearby prey thinned. Deciding it was logical to leave, Static set out with a heavy heart, not that he'd admit that. On his adventure he found/ stalked a vixen named Shani. He fell head-over-paws for her while they 'searched for spring'. Now this so-called genious just needs to figure out how to express those feelings...
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:16 pm
'I want my innocence back. And if you can't give it to me, I will cut you down, and I will run you through with the dagger you sharpened on my body and soul'
Name: Ariel
Pseudonym: 'The Little Mermaid', but call me that and I'll rip out your tounge
Date of Birth:23.4.2011
Gender: Female
Genre: Custom Bribe
Breed: Normal
Mood: Nefarious
Tribe: Discordia
Rank: Elder-to-be
Mods: Industial [8], Corset [1], tail ring [5], septum [1]
Tattoos: Chaos star [left shoulder]
Scars: covered in 'em! Real nasty on my leg.
Parents: gone..somewhere
Siblings: no idea
Children: you can't be serious
Friends: nada
Rivals: who isn't?
Associates: zip (Cinder)
Orientation: Striaght
Status: Don't believe in love (*cough cough* dating Karasu)
Mate: no thanks
Song: I Want my Innocence back- Emilie Autumn
Passions: Stealing, violence, scaring others, being strong
Odiums: Other foxes, the world, happiness, just about everything, weakness
Personality: Pessimistic, malicious, paranoid, angry, hates to be alone yet can't stand others
Roleplay status: open bytches!
Finished Roleplays: N/A
Ariel's parents died before she hatched, so she came out of her BCR all alone in the world. Not wanting to be alone, she stayed in the human city where she was born. It was tough for her, she had to quickly learn that only the strong and deceitful survive, and eventually everyone will turn on you. She became twisted and bloodthirsty for revenge on the world. And then there's Gloomy McPony-boy, who leaves her a whirlwind of confusing emotions and flat-out denial...but denial of what?
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:26 pm
'I don't speak German, but i can if you like...I'll take you out tonight, say whatever you like, Scheiße, Scheiße be mine. Scheiße be mine.'
Name: Morana
Pseudonym: Mora
Date of Birth: 9.5.2011
Gender: Female
Genre: Semi-custom prize
Breed: Normal
Mood: Erratic
Tribe: none
Rank: none
Piercings: no
Tattoos: snowflake on left eye
Scars: a bit here, a bit there
Parents: none
Siblings: none
Children: none
Friends: Deimos
Rivals: none
Associates: Static
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Mate: nobody
Song: Everybody's fool- Evanescence/ Scheiße-Lady Gaga
Passions: Umm...I don't...really know at the moment...
Odiums:
Personality: changes her personality for fun, unsure of who she really is but getting there, shy
Roleplay status: open
Finished Roleplays: Tell Me I'm Pretty! (Morana & Deimos)
When Morana'sparents split-up, they got really possesive and wanted her to be 'thier child'. Meaning, they each wanted her to be their own version of what they thought a perfect child was. Morana wanted to be both, but she couldn't be at the same time. She thought she found the answer and made masks. It was easy for her, she could be anyone someone wanted her to be. But she lost herself in the process, she was just layer apon layer of masks. She used her parents as her anchor, something that kept her from falling off the edge and losing herself completely. But then she got sick of the lies, and couldn't bare it anymore. She wanted to tear off all the masks she made for herself. But she couldn't stop...that is until she met Dei. He's the only fox she's met that gives her nothing to reflect off. It's time to find her own personality now.
  With Mods
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 11:36 pm
 'Hold on to me. Hold on to me. I'll protect you from the night, It will never fall. I'll protect you from the truth, you won't hear it all'
Name: Catalia
Pseudonym: Cat
Date of Birth: 20.7.11
Gender: Female
Genre: Raffle/ Fantasia Event
Breed: Line-edit
Mood: Balanced
Tribe: Yasashi
Rank: Hunter
Piercings: err, no
Tattoos: no again!
Scars: not really
Parents: none
Siblings: none that i know of
Children: maybe one day...
Friends: everyone i meet, hopefully!
Rivals: Impossible!
Associates:
Orientation: Undecided
Status: Single
Mate: *points to above*
Song: Hold on to me- Courtney Love
Passions: helping others, meditating company
Odiums: Her full name (it makes her sound about 100 +), idiots who think they can change who others are -,-
Personality: calm, nurturing, will get riled up when she wants, accepting
Roleplay status: Open, especially for really messed up foxes
Finished Roleplays: N/A
Cat grew up an average life. Nice parents, nice home, friends, yada yada etc. She didn't have some dramatic event that changed her forever or killed her parents or anything. All she had was an epiphany, that's all it took. She was never scared of darkness or anything like that, and she didn't hate the light or think ther world was 'good' or 'bad'. Cat realised that there is always bad in good, and always good in bad. She never tried to change anyone, she just accepted them for who they were. The ones who are really close to her, she'd die for them, so don't mess with her babies
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 7:29 am
'I think I'm ready to leap. I think I'm ready to live. I'm ready to go'
Name: Daichi
Pseudonym: Dai, by those close to me
Date of Birth: 20.7.11
Gender: Male
Genre: Prize
Breed: Normal
Mood: Level-headed
Tribe: have no tribe, not counting my brothers
Rank:
Mods: mask (left side), sleeves (front legs)
Tattoos: zero
Scars: nothin' major
Parents: unknown
Siblings: Epimetheus(brother), Wes(brother)
Children: none
Friends: my brothers
Rivals: my brothers... Just kidding!
Associates: None
Orientation: Straight (could be swayed)
Status: Dating Euphemia
Mate: no one
Song: Ready to go- Panic! At the Disco
Passions: Everything, Dai treats life as one big joke
Odiums: when things go wrong, my brother's bickering
Personality: Humerous, Gentle, Patient, a planner with touch of mischief, always keeps his cool
Roleplay status: open!
Finished Roleplays: -
Dai spent most of his early days looking after his two brothers. He'd have everything planned out and even helped them on some daring adventures. But then he and his brothers drifted apart and Daichi had nothing to do anymore. But now he's got his eye on desert-girl. Extremely blunt and from the desert, hellooo fun!
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:05 am
'Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say, I think they never liked you anyway'
Name: Ransom
Pseudonym: Ran, Ran-ran by owner
Date of Birth: 1.2.11
Gender: Male
Genre: 3rd Gen
Breed: Normal
Mood: Sarcastic
Tribe: -
Rank: -
Piercings: -
Tattoos: -
Scars: None that matter
Parents: Aracelis(mother),Odi(father)
Siblings: Kaleth(brother),Toxic(sister),Toreth(brother),???(sister),Astrea(sister)
Children: -
Friends: -
Rivals: -
Associates: -
Orientation: Straight
Status: Alone
Mate: -
Song: Dead!- My Chemical Romance
Passions: sneaking out, being alone, full moons, night
Odiums: Loud commotions, controlling and clingy foxes
Personality: Sly, impulsive, rebellious, loyal to those deserving, has a temper
Roleplay status: closed
Finished Roleplays: finally finished!
Ransom needs to work on that brain-to-mouth thing. He's got attitude, he's got an anger problem, and he's in denial. Epecially when he's out of his comfort zone. Sometimes he'll want to say something...well, not exactly nice, but decent and something totally mean will come out instead! So, put two long-lost lovers with seperate families together, then throw Ran in the mix, and what do you thinks gonna happen?
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 6:06 am
Breathe without your lungs, it stays deep underneath the skin, could you tell me how it ends and begins?
Name:Nimue
Pseudonym: Nim...but no one's called me that in a long time
Date of Birth: 30.12.11
Gender: Female
Genre: Semi-Custom Bribe
Breed: Modidaeva!!! OwO
Mood: Sardonic/ Happy
Tribe: I had something like a tribe once
Rank:
Mods: -
Tattoos: -
Scars: 4 deep, thick ones running from my eye to the base of my neck [right side]
Parents: long gone
Siblings: never had 'em
Children: pffft! I wish
Friends: gone
Rivals: Everywhere
Associates:
Orientation: Striaght
Status: Single
Mate: -
Song: Lightbringer- Covenant
Passions: Darkness, Electronic/ Cyber music , Poetry, Kits
Odiums: Fakers, cauliflower (it's just so...blegh!)
Personality: Black humour, bitter but trying to be happy, pessimist, regretful, rebellious, somewhat flirty
Roleplay status: Closed,no cert
Finished Roleplays: -
Mercenary, Soldier of fortune, whatever you want to call it; Nimue fought and killed for money. She was part of a band, guild, group thing. They were her family and Nim was happy. Yes, Happy. She'd always had a...gloomy outlook on life, so she didn't mind it so much. Nothing personal, it was just a job to her. Then things got complicated. Kits got involved as blackmail. And she just couldn't let that happen. Sure, she saved them, but she lost everything. Those nasty scars running down her face and neck? Her best friend gave her those...at least, she thought he was her friend. She's currently camped out in a forest, trying to start a new life.
read here
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 10:59 pm
'Breathe into me and make me real, bring me to life.'
Name: Lucinda
Pseudonym: Luce or Lucy
Date of Birth: 4/9/2011
Gender: Female
Genre: Hiring sample
Breed: Normal
Mood: Tranquil
Tribe: -
Rank: -
Piercings: none
Tattoos: my pattern is far to busy for that
Scars: none
Other: none
Parents: deceased
Siblings: I am an only child
Children: None of those
Friends: None of those either
Rivals: None
Associates: -
Orientation: Pansexual
*Note: Pan means all, as opposed to bi meaning two. So all LGBTQS' (basically everyone you can think of in any combination) come on down!
Status: Single
Mate: What did i just say? I'm Single
Song: Bring me to life - Evanescence
Passions: Hot springs, the night, Haiku, meeting new foxes
Odiums: Loud foxes, anything busy or bright
Personality: Calm, cool, has tight control of her emotions, logical to the point where she can seem heartless, tries to be affectionate
Roleplay status: open
Finished Roleplays: -
Luce can seem a little...off at times. Nothing seemes to piss her off or really excite her either. She does feel emotions and will act on them...when she wants. She's also got some odd opinions. Like how Luce believes war and illness are nessacary for the species to grow stronger and logical stuff like that. It can make her seem cold, even cruel but she's actually not. She will attempt affection and kindness to those she deems worthy, yet harbours no hatred or anger to those she does not. Luce acknowleges stranges, but that's as far as she'll go. If you want to talk to her you will have to start the conversation, she has no real opinion of those she isn't close with.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:25 am
'I ain't gonna take no s**t from no one, I ain't gonna take no lip from no one, You ain't gonna try to get me to hold on, It's golden now, why would i slow down?'
Name: Summanus
Pseudonym: -smirks- Just about every insult out there
Date of Birth: happy birthday
Gender: Male
Genre: Prize/ Gen 1
Breed: Modidaeva
Mood: Aggressive
Tribe:
Rank:
Piercings:
Tattoos:
Scars: Pffft! Where don't i have scars?
Other: Wouldn't you like to know...
Parents:
Siblings: Pantaleon (Brother)
Children: Veronica [daughter], sonhere[ [son]
Friends: -
Rivals: Ha! I've lost count.
Associates:
Orientation: I am...was straight..but then i had a on-night-stand...thingy with another male...so now i'm...FFFFFALGKYFVYVFTconfused :s
Status: Single
Mate:
Song:
Passions: Partying...especially if it turns into a riot, loud music, flying
Odiums: Foxes who tell me what to do
Personality: Does what he wants, when he wants. Agressive, sarcastic, dark
Roleplay status: Open
Finished Roleplays:
I was won through a backstory contest, here is the entry:
Once there were two brothers, twins, as opposite in personality as the sun and the moon. The first brother, Summanus was cunning and aggressive. He believed that one must fight to get what they want. The other, Pantaleon, was caring and virtuous, deeming it right that one should always use peacekeeping and reasoning. Despite contradicting personalities the brothers were as close as yin and yang. That is, until they happened upon a tribe. The tribe, having been chased out of their lands by a rival clan, were frantic and distressed, seeking guidance from the two brothers.
"Build up your warriors, become strong and take back what is yours" Said Summanus
Pantaleon shook his head " No, you must reason with them. Compromise and use diplomacy to find a peaceful solution"
The brothers squabbled and fought. Using blackmail and pursaution to force the tribe to favour their choice. The conflicted tribe split in two, half favouring violence, half favouring diplomacy. Furious at each other, the brothers trained and educated their half of the tribe, preparing for the day they would confront the villanous clan. When that day came, Pantaleon sent his followers to reason with them, but they were cowardly and lacked bravery. They failed in negotiations. Summanus sent his followers shortly after, but they didn't think things through and were easily outsmarted. They failed in their attack.
Baffled at how things had gone wrong, the brothers fought with each other. Spitting out insults and each stating how their idea was the better one. They were only cut off when a small kit from the tribe approached them, squealing with joy and motioning for them to look. So caught up in arguing, they had not noticed what had happened until they heard the victory cries. Shocked, the brothers investigated what had happened immediately. The two halves of the tribe had joined back together to drive the rival clan from their lands by using a mixture of diplomacy and aggression.
Deeply embarrassed, they made amends with each other. Eyes now open they now knew why neither had succeeded. For you can use strength or mercy in a battle, but you need both to win.erp. Crackbreeding leads to Summanus spawn, oh my! surprised 
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:09 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 5:07 pm
 'l'Name: Pyre Pseudonym: no thanks Date of Birth: Gender: Female Genre: Co-own contest Breed: Normal Mood: Harmonious Tribe: none Rank: none Piercings: none Tattoos: none Scars: Parents: Siblings: Children: Friends: Rivals: Associates: Orientation: Status: Mate: [ song:Passions: Odiums: Personality: Roleplay status: open Finished roleplays:
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