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 Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 8:43 pm
 Clue: Boy is it freezing up here...at least I have thick fur! List of Plottage and Ideas!
Index
The Worlds Forgotten, the Words Forbidden (Main Goal)
Fly with the Black Swan
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:17 am
The Worlds Forgotten, the Words Forbidden
If you were my child I'd carry you away,
I'd travel through time, before silence was born.
No hope for the child, this world has gone bad.
When when's today, the machines say, what is a man to do...
Name: Jukka
Gender: Male
Post Color: Brown
Alliance: Southern
Pack: ---
Rank: Seer <---- Goal
Mate: ---
Offspring: ---
Personality: Jukka is an OC of mine that I really want to make a Helix of. In the other arpee, he is a large river otter who works as a seer and a healer, so I want to try and keep him as close to his original character as possible. If he can't become a seer, it isn't the end of the world, but I am sure as hell going to give it a shot. <3
He tends to be friendly and soft spoken, but will do what he ultimately believes is right. He places a great deal of importance on caring for others and the friendships that he shares. He loves pups and dotes on them as if they are his own.
He does not really remember much from his past and he often suffers nightmares... He also claims he can see the spirits of the passed, another source of terror for him.
Parents: ---
Generation: ---
Has Met:
Friends:
Enemies:
Role Plays:
Custom Order sheet
Custom Package: Full Growing Custom
Name: Jukka
Stage: Adolescent
Gender: Male
Owner: Aurrie Beaues
Alliance: Southern
Base Color(s): A tannish brown color for under his belly, throat, and paw tips. The rest of his body is a darker, natural brown.
Eye color(s): Right is green, left is white (He's blind in his left)
Claw color(s): Tannish to match his underbelly color...
Nose Color: Grayish black.
Markings: He has three streaks on his left shoulder blade, three streaks on his flanks, three rings around his tail, and two streaks under his left eye.
Color(s) of Markings: The three streaks on his shoulder are a crimson red color (slightly darker than the images below), the streaks on his hind quarters and tail fade from purple to a pinkish hue, and the streaks under his eye are a similar purple.
Edits (if any): He has three scars running over his blinded eye, a red beaded necklace adorned with a large fang (from a mountain lion) and blue and greenish white feathers. He wears three earings on his left ear and has three purple and pink feathers behind that ear. Around his waist is a leather belt and pouch, and he has matching bands on his forepaws.
- If you could, add two more widely spaced earrings to his other ear and a few rings near the tip of the tail, just before the puff?
Other (ref imgs ect):
I follow the moon to find a path away from the scorching sun...
I follow the stars to my abode, it's burning...
I seize the moment to hear a story no ones telling anymore
the worlds forgotten, the words forbidden.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 1:06 pm
Fly With the Black Swan
Once I got caught in an avalanche,
I must have died,
When a Black Swan flew to the rescue and cried
An offer I could not refuse, now I'm working on the other side.
Name: Moonrift
Gender: Female
Post Color: Black
Alliance: Northern
Pack: ---
Rank: ---
Mate: ---
Offspring: ---
Personality: Her origins are from the far north and she was of the many unlucky creatures claimed by the land of ice and snow. She was caught in the middle of an avalanche while out scouting for her rag-tag pack and her frozen remains were never recovered.
Mostly because there were none to recover. She certainly died, but she was sent forward under a curse to collect more...
There was once a part of her that was loving and caring, but it is long since gone beneath her frozen exterior and she spends her days and nights wandering in search of souls to ferry into the afterlife. She does not kill indiscriminently and actually dislikes her job, although she will defend what she does to the death.
Parents: ---
Generation: ---
Has Met:
Friends:
Enemies:
Role Plays:
Images:
I need to find a way to pass on the gift I once received
I'm ready to face it...
I'll take my chances, if I am
returning to the deep
dark snow grave, so be it
I-should-not-rest-now...but forever!
I'll feed the ferryman's creed.
with an empty promise for my lost soul...
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