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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 2:16 pm
Name: Akihiko Sasori Hisoka
Age: Twenty-two
Race: Vampire
Personality: Akihiko is a very solitary young man. He's distant and quiet, though quite the ladies man because of his good-looks. Although he does come off as a sweet guy, Akihiko is honestly closed off and quite rebellious. He guarded, cold and "unfeeling", as many people have put it. And, yes. These are very good ways to describe him. He just doesn't know any better. He's indifferent and stubborn, and he's actually quite violent. So one would be wary if they're not on his good side. Whatever that is. He has yet to make any friends among the Resistance, which isn't helping his silence any. But he tends to be controlling and a bit arrogant, so no one ever really wants to give him a chance. If someone would try to get to know the real Akihiko, they'd find him to be quite sweet. Though brutally honest. He's blunt, as they put it, but underneath the hard, cold shell, he's just a scared little boy.
Side: Resistance.
Weapons: N/A
Powers: He can control emotions, along with power over shadows and blood.
Bio: Akihiko was born as human as they get. He was born during the times of unique children and free-thinking adults and was raised to believe that he was unique. Like everyone else. He was quite young when the world changed. He heard of the Colored one day of his sophmore year, the year he was changed. He rushed home to tell him parents about what had happened but never made it there. He was hit by a woman's car and nearly killed. Little did he know, though, that this woman was a vampire. She apologized over and over to him, telling him that she would make sure he lived. And she did. Though he wishes he could've died that day. She bit into the pale flesh of his neck and changed him into a vampire. Over the next five years, he lived in Hell, learning how to be a vampire. It was hot and stupid, he remembers, but doesn't recall any of the details. Akihiko was released his twentieth human birthdate to the grey world above. He was amazed by how much it had all changed. And everyone was amazed at him. He was practically the most handsome being for miles, which scared the Government. They captured him not long after his release, demanding to know everything. ut the vampire refused to tell them anything, so they tried to pry it out of him. They clamped a giant silver brace around his neck, attempting to toture him into speaking. But it didn't work. By that day and age, Akihiko had become a masochist. He felt no pain- emotional, physical or mental. The Government was amazed by this inhumane being, believing he would be an excellent ally. But no. The boy escaped from the Government's hold not but a few short months after being captured. He ran until he couldn't run any more and was taken in by the Resistance, where he now takes a role as one of the leaders, rescuing those who he trusts can be saved, and leaving those he knows are dead inside.
Appearance: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 2:48 pm
The Name: Katherine "Katy" Rose de Luca The Candles: Sixteen on February Fourteenth The Way: Katy is the sweeter of the de Luca sisters. She's gentle, shy and kind. She keeps to herself, preferring to sit back and watch everything play out rather than take action. She's closed-off, keeping feelings bottled up and secrets buried under fake happiness. She's usually a bright, happy, ditzy blonde without a care in the world when you don't know her, but she gets scared easily and doesn't talk to often. The Story: Nothing special or tragic ever happened in Katy's life- unless you consider her sister being diagnosed with chronic insomnia, chronic paresthesia, schizophrenia and anxiety big. Katy was twelve when that happened- all within a few months. She had to look after her sister for the longest of times, baby-sitting day-in and day-out. She was constantly getting yelled at for being a bad sister to Sylvia, ignored by her parents and laughed at at school. She was only better when her parents died. She was fourteen then. She and her sister moved in with their grandma and lived happily ever after- until Yellowstone erupted. Their grandmother died from ash inhilation, causing a liquid cement to form in her lungs and kill her. Now Katy doesn't know how she and Sylvia will get by. The Look:  The Name: Sylvia Nora de Luca The Candles: Seventeen on October Thirty-First The Way: Sylvia is a literally crazy girl. She's normally optomistic and outgoing but, when any of her diseases begins to effect her, she can become any way she wants. Sometimes she's silent and depressed, others she's angry and violent. But most of the time she acts totally normal. She's very smart but a bit sadistic. She's constantly cutting herself open, and not because of her paresthesia. She loves the dark side stuff- corpses, death, blood, etc.. She's just a hard person to figure out, being independent and closed-off even if she is happy. She just doesn't like getting to know people in fear she loses them. The Story: Sylvia, being a very chronically ill mental patient, had been in and out of institutions while her sister was at school. She was diagnosed with chronic insomnia, chronic paresthesia, schizophrenia and anxiety all at age thirteen. When Katy was at school during the fall, winter and spring, Sylvia would be placed in asylums, hospitals and other care facilities. She was normally kicked out within a few weeks. During the summers, her sister would look after her- she was constantly being yelled at by her parents. When their parents died, Sylvia was still in bad shape. If anything, she'd gotten worse. They moved into her grandma's house until the eruption- now, nothing. The Look: 
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:34 pm
 A Little About Me
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰ My student ID reads Greyson Archer Tiberuis Vaughn-James.
But if that's too hard I also go by T.J.
Last time I checked, I was a male.
Oh and be sure to remember December 13th
Cause it's the day I blow out this many candles, 17.
Just so you know, I go totally crazy whenever cute girls look at me. School Notes
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰ I may not look like it but I'm a team player, because I do basketball and soccer.
Other then English I can also speak French and Italian
I also rock when it comes to music because I take band
You should also know that I've been at Canterwood for zero years.
After all this, I think it's totally obvious that I'm in 10th grade. Want to Know More?
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰Well, I absolutely love these!
~Music
~Animals
~The Dark
~The Moon
~Stars
~Rain
~Roses
~The Cold
~Silence
~Storms
~Lightning
~Thunder
But, I absolutely, one-hundred percent hate these!
~Loud Noises
~Bugs
~Bright Lights
~Mornings
~Crowds
~Singing
~Dancing
~Homework
~School
~Drama Queens
~Teachers
~Extreme Heat
Eek! Get it away!
~Losing someone else close to him Digging in Deeper?
☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰It's the way I am, like it or not.
Although he lost someone close to him, T.J.'s putting on his best fake smile for this school. He's planning on being the cool, upbeat guy that everyone loves. Honestly, he is very goofy, silly and charming. He's always trying to look on the upside of things, even if it doens't always work. He's almost always smiling when he's around people- just because he's miserable doesn't mean he has to make everyone else miserable as well, right? Well, he does have his moments of depression and of anger, but he tries to let no one see him upset. And, unlike most of the people here at Canterwood, he idn't exactly here for the horses. He'd never been the best rider- sure, he could jump a fence once or twice, but he wasn't very skilled and never got big into shows. He would just ride for pleasure. Competitions don't mean all that much to him, except in sports. But, anyways, T.J. is quite a sweet guy. He's independent, stubborn and quite the flirt, but what guy isn't?
Yes, I look awesome
T.J. is quite tall for a seventeen-year-old, maybe six four? He doesn't keep track of his height or weight- just his muscles. He's not a twig but he's not a totally fatty, either. And he has awe-striking muscles. He's got very, very pale but bright blue eyes and thick, dark eyelashes. His skin isn't unnaturally pale or sun-kissed like many teen's, it's just a natural, slightly golden color all over. He has very faint freckles splashed beneath his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. His lips are slightly thin but just plump enough, giving his face a slightly girl-ish look along with his slightly raised cheekbones. He has thick, dark eyebrows- just a shade or two darker than his coffee-colored hair that has really no style. Every now and then, though, T.J. will run some gel through his hair to give it a bit of a wild flip. His usual attire consists of a band's t-shirt (usually Metallica or Slipknot) and a pair of baggy jeans / dark skinny jeans. He also normally wears a pair of one-size-too-big Vans and a silver locket necklace with a picture of his little sister inside.
I was so cute when I was a baby!
T.J. was born and raised in northern Alaska, loving the cold climate and dark days. He was raised on a large ranch with draft horses and huskies so he's always been good with animals. When he was about three, his little sister Natalie was born. How he loved that girl.The two did everything together up until T.J. turned fifteen. Around then was his time of rebellion. He disconnected with his family, especially his little sister, and hung around the wrong crowds of people. It took some convincing from little Natalie before their parents decided to move to Conneticut. No one ever figured out why Natalie wanted to move to Conneticut but her parents figured it was because she'd followed Canterwood's website since she was able to use the computer. T.J. was seriously bummed out and angry about them having to move, but in the end it all worked out.
Their parents bought a large ranch a few miles from the large private school, deciding to send T.J. there in hopes it would straighten him out. But that didn't work out. Natalie was on her way to her first day of school with T.J. (it'd been too late in that year for him to enroll in Canterwood) when a trucker sped over a hill and hit the young girl. T.J. took it the worst. He grieved for months, refusing to go anywhere or do anything. Luckily, his mother was a teacher so she was able to homeschool him for the rest of that year and the next. But he was never the same. His father, a therapist, couldn't even help his son get over the death of his little sister- but the two adults agreed that, now that his mother is pregnant with another little girl, they would need to send T.J. off to get over it. So they sent him off to Canterwood with high hopes.
Shh! Don't tell anyone!
~He has a tattoo on his right forearm.
~He has a female Australian Sheepdog named Remember.
~He can play guitar/bass & he loves video games.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:05 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:01 am
[align=center][size=10][color=postingcolor][b]Name:[/b] we all have these (think of something unique!)
[b]Age:[/b] age in human years (please)
[b]Gender:[/b] male or female (if i put sex, people would giggle -.-)
[b]Dominated Species:[/b] (if it's a wolf with bat wings, please say wolf)
[b]Side:[/b] north or south (element or beast)
[b]Talent:[/b] ONLY IF ELEMENT (they control things... duh)
[b]Deformation(s):[/b] ONLY IF BEAST (odd things... duh)
[b]Personality:[/b] how your character acts (four-five sentences)
[b]History:[/b] the basic past of your character (i want a meaty paragraph!!)
[b]Kin:[/b] this includes children, mates, family members
[b]Theme Song:[/b] just to help us understand your character better c:
[b]Other:[/b] anything we forgot?
[b]Written Appearence:[/b]basically, give us a summary (four-five sentences) of what your character looks like
[b]Appearence:[/b]
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:41 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 7:12 am
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I hail from [u][color=color1]kingdom[/u][/color],
And, if you didn't notice, I'm clearly a [u][color=color2]prince/princess[/color][/u].
I stand at exactly [u][color=color1]height[/color][/u],
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✓ likes, bullet form, at least five
[u][color=color1]I'll hate your guts.:[/color][/u]
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[u][color=color2]I'll crawl in my skin...:[/color][/u]
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personality, paragraph form, at least seven sentences
[u][color=color2]The forgotten days:[/color][/u]
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[u][color=color1]The classified information:[/color][/u]
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 8:57 am
 . : About Me : . Our name is Royalkit - Royalpaw - Regaleyes.
We are a proud member of StormClan.
We're a she-cat, we should know.
We're twenty-seven moons old.
We're a lowly warrior.
My kin include those of the Dark Forest, we guess. . : A Little Bit More : . Our favorite things!
~The Dark Forest
~Darkness
~Death
~Pain
~Suffering
~Battles
~Herself
~Kits
~Hunting
~Evil
~Perfection
~Hatred
~The Sky
~Stars
~The Moon
~Forests
~Sleeping
~Rain
~Snow
~Storms
~The Night
~Thunder
~Lightning
~Misery
~Butterflies
~Moths
Our least favorite things...
~StarClan
~NightClan
~SeaClan
~BreezeClan
~Queens
~Toms
~Love
~Flowers
~Bees
~Patrolling
~Being Active
~Imperfection
~Elders
~Sunlight
~The Sun
~Plains
~Swimming
~Water
~Dogs
~Badgers
~Happiness
~Herbal Odor
~Dung
~Filth
~'Peasants'
~Wasps
And, our fears.
~Fire
~Drowning
~Death . : Getting Personal : . We're not going to change, it's who we am.
Regaleyes is a rather uncaring cat. She's selfish and cruel, not caring whatsoever about anyone but herself. She adores kits, though, for some odd reaosn, and would always put them and their lives before her own. She hates queens, toms and elders with a burning passion, though her reasons are unknown. She's an all-around cruel cat to whomever she feels, but she honestly does have her moments of compassion. She's very intelligent and likes to boast about herself, using quite large words. She speaks with the royal "we", which is one of the reasons she feels detatched from everyone. She is very serious and rarely does she let her playful, childish side come out to anyone. Regaleyes is rather reckless because she honestly believes she is indestructable, but we all know that's not true. She thinks very highly of herself and many say she sees herself as a god- which, she isn't. She was just raised to think that no one cared and that the only one who mattered was herself. When it comes to debates, she believes she has no voice over others and prefers to remain silent. Regaleyes' heart is not always in the right place, especially when she is in battle. She becomes a bloodthirsty demon, taking on anyone who gets in her path. She does have a temper, but it is rarely unleashed to full power. Over all, she's just cold to everyone. She declines every little offer of love and happiness, almost preferring to be alone and miserable. Just remember, misery loves company.
It's what we am, like it or not.
Regaleyes is a very sleek and shiny blue-ish-black cat. Her pelt is short and always kept clean, giving it a faint shine. She is rather lean and muscled, with fairly long legs. Her appearence flaw, though, are her white toes. Every single one of her toes is completely white, making the pads under her toes pink, but the pads in the centeral part of her paw black. Her claws are long and curved and quite graceful. Her tail is long and sleek and never unruly in even the slightest. Her chest has a few single white hairs on it, another flaw that she hates. She has long silvery whiskers on a solid black muzzle. Her nose is also black. Her ears have no missing chunks at all and no nicks, and they're almost always perfectly erect. Her eyes, though, are a stunning sea green color, making her thought of perfection even out.
Our history, don't go poking around!
Royalkit was born to Raccoonstripe and an unknown rogue, along with her siblings Springkit (female) and Frozenkit (male). Springkit was Raccoonstripe's pride and joy, being born with almost the exact same marking pattern as her mother. Frozenkit was a simply grey tom with blue eyes, while Royalkit, of course, was black and white with these stunning eyes that no one noticed. At first, Royalkit didn't mind being ignored and forgotten by her own mother. It was just a usual thing for her and Frozenkit. But then a fox attacked camp and Frozenkit was killed. Raccoonstripe was devastated for about a moon, but then another queen, Blossompelt, had her own litter of kits, and that seemed to cheer Raccoonstripe up right away. So both Springkit and Royalkit were forgotten this time. By then, Royalkit was fed up with being left alone. She wanted to be loved- she wanted attention. So, one day, she pushed Springkit into a thorn bush. Springkit cried and cried until a warrior came and dug her out. He returned bth of the kits to Raccoonstripe, informing her of what Royalkit did. Raccoonstripe struck Royalkit. After that, the young she-kit just didn't care. She became reckless and mean, always picking on Blossompelt's litter. This went on until she became an apprentice.
Royalpaw was apprenticed by Jaguarpelt, one of the 'strong and silent' types. But he taught Royalpaw wonderfully for about a moon. She learned very quickly and took in everything he told her. But then his mate, Blossompelt, caught greencough. He abandoned Royalpaw to watch over her, day and night. He was even relieved of his warrior duties. Royalpaw was enraged about this. But, one night, someone came to her in a dream. He said his name was Grave and that he had, at one time, been in the same position little Royalkit was in. He promised to teach her everything he knew, which he did. Within moons, the young she-cat was a fighting machine. And all that was left to learn was about cruelty. Grave told her "Forget everyone else." "They don't care." "Only you matter." And these words were what she grew up with. She became very cruel and uncaring, but her love for kits grew. As an apprentice, Royalpaw would peek her head in every sunrise and sunset to look at the kits in the nursery. So, of course, when little Sunkit disappeared, she was the first to be suspected. It was sunrises away from her warrior ceremony when Sunkit disappeared. Even Springpaw and Raccoonstripe suspected Royalpaw. This enraged the apprentice. She ran away from NightClan in search of the kit, just to prove everyone wrong. When she finally did return, though, even more kits were gone. Rumors were going around about her being a Kit-Napper, but she didn't bother trying to prove herself. She became a hated warrior.
Regaleyes was her new name, by request. No one really unstood what regal exactly meant until she explained it at her ceremony. And that's when her regalness started. She started speaking with the royal "we", which was very odd to everyone. And she still always peeked in on the kits every sunrise and sunset. Soon, they became accustomed to her visits. The queens were very wary of her, but the kits loved her, and she loved them. But her love took it too far. One night, Regaleyes snuck out of camp with a specific kit, Autumnkit. While in the dark woods, though, the warrior met her sister- Springpelt. Springpelt was angry with Regaleyes for taking the kit and attacked her. Regaleyes had time to put Autumnkit in a safe place before murdering her sister. The warrior left her body with large claw marks, making it look like a large rogue or a dog had done the job. The Clan bought it. Regaleyes claimed to them that Springpelt had been the Kit-Napper, and brought Autumnkit as her 'proof'. Everyones' hatred for the she-cat lessened, but her revenge spree wasn't over yet. Raccoonstripe was still alive. An elder, yes, but still living. And she was distraught at the news about Springpelt. So, to 'cheer her up', Regaleyes took Raccoonstripe out of camp to go hunting. They had gotten a request from the medicine cat, though, to gather a few berries. Regaleyes found berries, yes, but they were death berries. She told her mother they were the right ones and that they'd help with her sore muscles. So, of course, Raccoonstripe chowed down on the berries. And died then and there. Regaleyes returned to camp and explained what happened, pretending to be in hysterics. She was pitied after that, left alone to be cruel. What bothers her now, though, is Grave. And why he never returned to her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 7:19 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:41 am
Romeo Lucuis Amore xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅxxxxx
⇨ Some people call me McLovin', Cupid, Eros
⇨ My fate was sealed February 14th
⇨ Last time I checked I was Nineteen
⇨ Oh and obviously I'm a Male
xxxxxｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｉｎxxxxx
⇨ No one knows it, but I'm actually Lust
⇨ I tend to be very lustful, I guess would be the right word. I love girls, honestly, a lot. Well, not love, but lust for them. And it's not just your basic teenage-guy hormones talking. I think dirty and talk dirty and I cuss worse than a sailor. I'm a bit of a crotchdog, I'll have to say. When I get that feeling about a girl, I'm hooked on her like crack. But enough about that, you get it. I'm actually a pretty cool guy behind all the lust- I'm sure as hell charming and sexy, so I hardly ever have to chase after girls. They come runnin'. And I'm pretty funny when I want to be but I'm not exactly the smartest person out there, I'll have to admit. My common sense must've been knocked out of my brain when I was a kid or something, because I hardly ever do what's 'right'. I can be a sweet and understanding guy, but if you set me off, they'll never find your body. I do have a temper, as you can tell, so don't mess with me.
⇨ Oh and I absolutely love this stuff!
❤ Sex
❤ Girls
❤ Alcohol
❤ Dogs
❤ Drugs
❤ Sweet Foods
❤ Kissing
❤ Music
❤ Fighting
❤ Sports
⇨ But you better keep these away from me!
✖ Love
✖ Children
✖ Brightness
✖ Pink
✖ The Virtues
✖ Pain
✖ Losing
✖ School
✖ Books
✖ Bugs
⇨ Well, I guess it all started when I turned six. My mom got me this babysitter- and, get this right, I'd never shown any signs of being 'lustful' before this- and she was super-hot. She used to rock me to sleep (even though I was six) and read me stories and stuff. But, one night, when my folks were gone, she invited her boyfriend over. At first, all I saw was kissing and touching. Didn't really effect me. Then they got it on. On my couch! I was scarred- until I was about seven. I had the same babysitter still but she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, so she was all boo-hoo. I accidentally touched her somewhere once and... she liked it, I guess. I didn't quite understand that she was using me for her own lustful purposes until my eighth birthday. She said she had a special present, but that I'd have to go over to her house to get it. My parents agreed, because they were going to be out gambling that night, so I went over there. And she... raped me. Well, I guess rape wouldn't be the right word, because I honestly liked it. But we did it. No one found out for months- and, when they did, my parents had her locked away. They just pitied me, figuring it was agianst my own will, but I guess that's how and when my 'puberty' started. And that's when the voice in my had started to speak to me, as well. I was in third grade and most of the girls figured us boys still had cooties. Except this little redhead. She was new and she was real friendly with me. So, at her birthday party, we did it. She enjoyed it and told no one. Lucky me, right? So my streak of love went on and on- but I was caught towards the end of tenth grade. My mom found all the pictures I'd hidden in my dresser drawer. I'd cut them out of yearbooks and pasted them together- my 'Scrapbook of Love Lust'. You can figure I was grounded for along time, but I was also sent to therapy. That didn't help. It just made things worse. When I was finally released from therapy, my mom informed me that we were moving. I was devastated but the voice told me it was a good thing. And that I'd soon be with people who were like me. It told me they were sins, like me. And it told me that I was Lust. I didn't understand what that meant but I went along with it. By now, my scrapbook has doubled. I've earned a reputation around school, for sure, but I'm also pretty popular. Life couldn't get any better- except if I find these other sins.
xxxxxｅｘｔｒａ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓxxxxx
⇨ Now don't spread this around but there's a voice in the back of my head that keeps talking about girls- which has kind of led to where I am. But I have a mark on my chest that symbolizes me as Lust.
⇨ In order to keep myself hidden I pretend to be a senior in high school.
⇨ I'd be lost without my little buddy Tye, my white german shepard.
⇨ I hate to admit it but I can't help but think about any girl with a pulse.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 2:02 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Vixenkit - Vixenpaw - Vixenheart.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm twenty-nine moons old.
I'm a queen.
My kin include Stagkit (brother/unknown), Vulturepelt (father, deceased), Butterflywing (mother/deceased), Onyxpaw (brother, deceased), Marshtail (mate, deceased), unnamed kits (soon to be born).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Kits
~Family
~Friendship
~Daydreaming
~Love
~Happiness
~Stars
~The Moon
~Sunlight
~Clouds
~Flowers
~Butterflies
~Playing
~Hunting
~Patrolling
My least favorite things...
~Death
~Pain
~Unhappiness
~Enemies
~Two-legs
~Dogs
~Secrets
~Darkness
~Blood
~Fire
~The Dark Forest
~Bees
~Wasps
~Badgers
~Arguments
And, my fears.
~Two-legs
~Monsters . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
To describe Vixenheart in a few words would be quite easy, and mostly everyone would use the same words: motherly, loving, gentle. She really is a born-to-be mother, especially since she has all the patience in the world. She doesn't sleep, yes, but she is still quite a playful cat. She loves kits and hearing stories from the elders, just like any kit would. She's not all that outgoing, but she is very adventurous and curious. She doesn't have a temper and loves helping out when she can. She's very modest and quite shy when she wants to be. Vixenheart does, though, space out quite a bit when she talks to others. She has the tendency to just gaze off and get lost in her own daydreams, which tends to annoy others, but she can't help it. When she's not up playing with kits or helping out, she normally just likes to sit back in a sunny spot and watch the hustle and bustle of the camp. She really can't wait to be a mother, but is also very concerned about messing up. She's a very worrysome cat, and tends to care about everyone, no matter who they are.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Vixenheart has an unusually long pelt for a SeaClan cat- along with an unusually short build. She's got quite short legs and a kind of stubby body, but it's mostly her long, creamy fur that gives her the 'short and fat' appearence. Then again, she might be a little chubby because she's due to have kits. Most of her pelt is an off-white, cream color- with splotches of darker here and there. She has a slight tabby pattern on her back, face and legs. All of her paws have either white toes or white socks, along with her white belly and a white collar of fur around her neck. Her tail is ringed ever so faintly with that long, and whispy fur. She has stunning blue eyes with slight sparkles of lavender to top off her lovely appearence.
My history, don't go poking around!
"Aw, look at her, Butterflywing! She looks just like you," cooed Aquaheart, Butterflywing's denmate and best friend. Butterflywing nodded softly in response, gazing down at her only daughter. "Hello, little Vixenkit. Welcome to SeaClan," she whispered, rasping her tongue over the kit's head. The small cream-colored kit was nestled between two darker kits, her brothers, Stagkit and Onyxkit. Butterflywing looked up as she was greeted by a dark tom who crept into the nursery- a dark tom named Vulturepelt. He'd recently left BreezeClan to be with Butterflywing, his soulmate. Aquaheart stepped out to allow the two privacy. Butterflywing purred as her mate approached, gazing lovingly down at the kits. "She looks like you, Butterflywing. What have you decided to name her?" "Vixenkit seemed suitable, don't you think?" He nodded his head in agreement, sitting down next to his mate. The kits really were beautiful... As time passed, two of the three siblings got into much mischief. Stagkit earned ''battlescars'' from his tussle with a thorn bush while Onyxkit lost the tip of his tail to a rock. But not Vixenkit. She sat at the camp entrance, staring out with her big blue eyes. Every time someone asked if she wanted to play or come eat or listen to stories, she calmly replied, "No thank you." She hardly said anything to anyone as a kit, preferring to watch the camp's hustle and bustle. Finally, one day, Vulturepelt got sick and tired of it. He picked the kitten up by her scruff and firmly told her, "You will play like a normal kit." And so she did. Her kithood days were filled with happiness, laughter and mossballs- until a fateful evening. Vixenkit's father had allowed her to sit at the camp entrance during the nighttime, when no one was up. Everyone figured that the she-kit just slept by the entrance- but she didn't sleep at all. The cream-colored kit could never sleep. But she figured it was normal and told no one of her fault. So, one evening, Stagkit groggily approached Vixenkit. "Why don't you come sleep with me and mama and Onyxkit?" he asked, clearly curious. "I have to watch," was the kit's reply. Stagkit was slightly weirded out and decided to not bother with his sister any longer. He went back into the nursery- or attempted to, anyway. The kit, first, went to make dirt. But he never returned. No one ever did find out about what happened to the kit- maybe he ran away; maybe he was abducted. Who knows? But life went on for the family, even though they grieved for moons.
At their apprentice ceremony, Onyxkitpaw and Vixenkitpaw were proudly mentored by two brothers of the Clan, Marshtail and Volepelt. The four did everything together- since Volepelt and Marshtail had been recently made warriors. Vixenpaw, though, still didn't sleep- and Marshtail noticed one evening. He was out to make dirt when he saw his apprentice sitting at the camp entrance, all alone. He knew there had to have been something wrong, so he approached her and asked, "Are you okay, Vixenpaw? You should go sleep." The she-cat took a while to respond, but when she did, there was a slightly glassy look in her eyes. "What do you think happened to Stagkit?" she asked him quietly. The warrior felt sorry for the she-cat and decided to stay up with her- but he honestly had no clue what happened to her brother. The two cats became close over the next sunrises, for Marshtail stayed up with his apprentice every few nights to comfort her. But, one day, when the four friends were out practicing battle techniques, a two-leg picked up Marshtail. Volepelt, being the tom's big brother, went all-out on the two-leg, but that just got him captured too. The two-leg didn't bother with either Onyxpaw or Vixenpaw. Of course, the apprentices had to go after their mentors. The two-leg climbed into a monster, but another two-leg spied the apprentices. It ran forward and attempted to catch both cats, but only managed to get it's hands on Vixenpaw. "Go get help," the cream-colored cat called to her brother, 100% calm in the chaotic situation. Vixenpaw, Volepelt and Marshtail were all taken to a two-leg den. At first, it wasn't all that bad- but when Volepelt was taken away, and never returned, Marshtail and Vixenpaw became scared. They tried to comfort one another, but never could. They stayed captured for moons and no one ever came to rescue them. Eventually, it all became a haze to Vixenpaw. Marshtail constantly told her that they'd be okay, but, when he was taken away, she just kind of gave up. Eventually, sunrises after Marshtail was taken, Vixenpaw was lifted out of the white container by a two-leg. Not roughly, but gently. She was loaded into a monster and they went to another two-leg den. This den was much smaller and smelt quite a bit like home to the she-cat. So, of course, she didn't stay for long. At her first chance, Vixenpaw ran. She could smell NightClan nearby and kept running until she recognized the scents of SeaClan's territory. Within moons, she reached the camp. Every was so happy to have her back- except, someone was missing. Two someones. Vulturepelt and Onyxpaw were both gone. Vixenpaw first went to her mother, but Butterflywing was too depressed to explain what happened. So Aquaheart did. "Oh, sweetie... When Onyxpaw came back, he was hysterical. He went running to your father and they left camp without a warning. No one knew what happened- until we found them... Both your brother and father had been hit by monsters on the thunderpath. And we figured two-legs had taken you away. We held a ceremony to honor all five of our Clanmates that had been taken away. But... you're back!" It took a while before Aquaheart convinced Buterflywing that Vixenpaw was alive, back and well- and, by then, Vixenpaw had her warrior name. Vixenheart.
Vixenheart was rather depressed for a while, but soon she and her mother were up and at 'em all over again. They were closer than anything and loved each other dearly. But then a tom came into the picture. He looked familiar to Vixenheart when she spied him on SeaClan territory. The warrior approached him with great caution, seeing as he was much larger and more than likely stronger than she. As it turns out, this tom was her long-lost Marshtail. He had returned to SeaClan, and vowed that he would never lose Vixenheart again. He confessed that within the chaos he'd fallen in love with his apprentice, and she, too, confessed that she'd fallen for him. They became mates and were happier than ever. Butterflywing, as well, was happy for her daughter. And she figured that this would be the right time to tell Vixenheart some interesting news. Butterflywing took her daughter out hunting one cloudy evening and broke some devastating news to the creamy warrior. "Vixenheart, now that you have a mate of your own, I believe it's my time to find out- or... be with him. While you were gone, I met a StormClan cat and fell deeply for him. I am now going to live in StormClan, to be his mate..." And she did. Vixenheart never tried to stop her mother. Nor was she very fazed by the news of her mother's death by whitecough. Marshtail tried to do what was best for Vixenheart and stay out of it, but he couldn't. One night, when the she-cat was sitting in the SeaClan camp, marshtail approached her. "Vixenheart, you must get over this and move on with your life. You have to be happy without her," he told her. And, just like in the past, Vixenheart took his words to heart and was happy. Her happiness lasted for moons and moons to come, as she and Marshtail were joined at the hip. And the two were even happier when they found out that Vixenheart was pregnant. But the queen's happiness was cut short by the cruel fate of death. Marshtail was out on a patrol when a rogue fox attacked. It killed him, along with injuring the other cats on the patrol. Now Vixenheart, left alone with two awful reminders of her love's death, is striving to be happy- to fullfil her mate's wish.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:11 am
➸ Sawyer➸ Elijah ➸ Glass  "Music is a passion, love is not." ➸ My name? Well you are a nosey one but if you must know, my student ID reads Sawyer Elijah Glass. So don't go forget it! Oh and not that I have anything against my name but I prefer for everyone to just call me Eli. I greeted this world twenty-one years ago and on the day April Nineteenth. Not that my birthday is any of your business but I do like presents! Anyways, if you haven't already notice, I'm a guy and my heart only skips when chicks walk by me. Something you should know is that I'm a member of the band Dream On and I'm their guitarist. The song that fits me best is New Divide by Linkin Park. For presents, I'd recomend...
♥ Hot Girls
♥ Loud Music
♥ Cars
♥ Guitars
♥ Danger
♥ Parkour
♥ Alcohol
♥ Drugs
♥ Fighting
♥ Sports But I wouldn't recommend these...
✖ Love
✖ Children
✖ His Parents
✖ Neon Colors
✖ The Stallion
✖ Emotions
✖ Losing
✖ School
✖ Books
✖ Cats. Ew. And just keep these away! ☠ Falling for someone again
☠ Losing the deal
☠ Heights To be friends, you have to like mine
♣ Miss Lead Singer
♣ Miss Bass
♣ Miss Back-Up Singer 1 & 2
♣ Mister Drums
♣ Mister Keyboard And hate my enemies
♠ Miss Lead Singer [The Stallion]
♣ Mister Keyboard [The Stallion]
♣ Mister Bass [The Stallion]
♣ Mister Drums [The Stallion]
♣ Mister Guitarist [The Stallion] ➸ Must you know more? Well I guess you should know how I act. So, since you must know, I'm cocky, arrogant and dangerous. I'm basically your usual lead singer- you love me till you meet me off stage. I don't have the biggest heart and it's rare when I let someone new into my life. I think very highly of myself, even if I know I'm quite hard-headed and stubborn. I hate admitting that I'm wrong, even if I am wrong. I have a comeback for just about everything and I absolutely adore making snarky and rude comments. I know I don't exactly look like a mean guy, but that's because I have my moments of soft-ness. I honestly don't like being sweet, though. I don't like having emotions- they kind of get in the way of everything, and you always end up getting hurt. I prefer being emotionless to being all lovey-dovey and giving everyone what they want. ➸ Seriously? Well the only way to get out of this is to finish up this story. So here's my life story, I was born far away, in Washington D.C. At first, life in Washington sucked. My dad was always away, since he was a congress man, so I didn't have anyone but my mom. She was really nice, until my dad got fired when I was three. He'd forged someone's signature, so we had to move a long ways away. New York! Well, I loved New York from day one. Bright lights, loud sounds, cars and danger! Danger around every bend! But, when I was a bit older, my mom suggested boarding school. So, yeah, I had to go to boarding school for a while. A few years. It all sucked a whole lot. But I did meet this girl named Sammie. It was kind of love-at-first-sight, the stuff you read about in books or see on the big screen. And she liked me, too. So all was good for a while- until I found her cheating on me. I didn't really blame anyone but myself, and my emotions. Who else could I blame? Anyways, I asked my mom if she could bring me back home and she agreed. It was my last year there anyways. So then I didn't really know what to do with myself for a while- until my mom got me a guitar. I was awesome from the start. My dad suggested band camp. I agreed. I had the natrual talent from day one. A band was started by a girl named Lily. Anyways, I joined happily as the guitarist. Since then, we've done the most amazing gigs! But, the day we got accepted, and figured out about the other bad, I wanted to explode! These kids don't have the time or the talent to take us on. Well, we'll just see how this goes. ➸ Mister Guitarist ➸ Malevolent Nightmares
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:49 am
xx𝕽xe g a l e y e sxxxXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX       XX♛𝕽egaleyes, a beautiful sleek black she-cat with stunning blue-green eyes, wove her way around the sleeping mounds of cats in the warriors' den. She stepped into the clearing with her lovely eyes narrowed. First things first, the she-cat padded over to the nursery. Unlike usual, the warrior didn't stick her head inside to see the kits, she merely sat outside for a moment or two before padding to the fresh-kill pile. She gazed at it with slight distaste for a moment before picking out a blackbird and retreating silently to a secluded spot. She sat on her haunches, lowering her head and biting into the soft flesh of the bird. Regaleyes lifted her head as she chewed, watching the clearing as the hustle and bustle began. We wonder when patrols will be sent out, she thought curiously, bending her neck again and taking another bite of the prey. The pretty she-cat seemed to be in an oddly good mood, compared to her normally foul ways. She continued eating, finishing off the prey with a content lick of her chops. The morning seemed bright and filled to the brim with a shining new light for the future, which brightened Regaleyes' unusual mood even more.  【Female • StormClan Warrior • Single • Harsh & Alone 】 【 "Misery Loves Company" 】
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:47 am
Vladimir was one of the first and only few demons ever created by Satan himself. He was gifted with amazing abilites over human-kind, reeking havoc constantly. He brought great joy to the Devil within his first few years of being a Hell-raiser on Earth. Soon enough, though, a single priest became wary of the beautiful man. Women swooned over him, animals ran in fear and Hell followed him everywhere. But, never once did his true demon form come forth. That is what seperated him from all the other demons. They were either constantly in demon form or constantly teasing Vladimir. See, anger is what would unleash a demon's true power- Vladimir was too calm to ever get angry. He fought calmly, never losing to an opponent. He spoke calmly, never raising his voice. He was just a very serene demon, unlike all the others. This came as a great shock to the Devil himself, so he called a meeting. All the Arch-Demons were to meet at his castle in Hell to speak of the youngest demon's strange-ness. But, Vladimir heard about the meeting. And he instantly knew they were going to speak of him. So, although it was forbidden and punishable by death, he planned to sneak into the meeting. He made it as far as the Great Hall, where the council was held, before the Devil found out he was in the castle. Satan was not exactly angry- annoyed, more like, but also very intruiged by this young demon's ability to breech security. He had gotten past some of the strongest demons alive within moments. Avoided traps, as well, set by the Devil himself. The meeting went on, though, with Vladimir present. The council decided to send him back to Earth- but not to nessecarily be a usual demon. He was to be an assassin. Satan appointed only five assassins to this day. Vladimir was earning one of the greatest honors ever, yet he was uncomfortable with it. He was to kill humans (sometimes angels) whenever Satan told him to. At first, it was all fun and games. He killed with silence and ease, leaving no trails behind. But once, he slipped up. He'd been an assassin for many, many years before he finally slipped up. The victim was a male in his late thirties. Vladimir never had once asked why Satan ordered him to do these horrid deeds, but this time he couldn't help but wonder. See, Satan had told him torture the man into suffering agony and leave him to die in anguish. Never once before had he asked anything other than a clean, silent kill. Vladimir found out with the first injury that the man was not human- he was an angel. The blonde demon had killed angels before, male and female, but for some reason, it was much harder to kill this angel. Not only were his emotions at war about it, but his body wouldn't move as commanded. He quickly realized that this was no ordinary angel- he was an Arch-Angel. It was strictly illegal for demons and angels to kill Archs- foes or not. Vladimir never finished the job, leaving the Arch-Angel to bleed out. He was soon discovered by the police. They chased him for months, never having any luck with catching him- until a rainy June night. He was staying at an old, abandoned inn. His sleeps were restless and filled with nightmares ever since the Arch-Angel. He lie awake, watchign out the window. The police found him and arrested him. He was sentenced to death by hanging. Weeks later, with a black cloth sack over his head, Vladimir was led out to the courtyard. Many people watched the noose slip around his pale neck, the floor fall out from under him- and huge black wings rip from his flesh with a sicken tearing noise. Horns erupted from his skull, agonizing pain shooting through his whole body. He screeched, making the crowd scram in fear. What was this horrid creature standing before them? No one ever had the chance to find out. It disappeared over th horizon and never returned. Satan was immediatly informed of Vladimir's slip-up, but he was quite proud that the young demon finally released his true form. Satan didn't punish Vladimir, but told him what would happen if he slipped-up in public again. Death. An end to his immortal life. Vladimir promised he would not let it happen againa nd left to Earth. Satan gave him a while off to recover after being half-starved in the prison. The young dmeon met someone- an angel. Her name was Serena. They saw each other constantly- every time they did, they both prepared for mortal combat. But something always interrupted their battles. Then the war came. Demons vs. angels. Demons found what rare qeres was left and coated their weapons in it, knowing it was the only possible way to kill an angel. Angels learned incantations to exorcise dmeons, in order to be rid of them. And the battle began. Vladimir was residing in Hell, safe as could be, when a sparkling white light appeared in front of him. And the angel Serena appeared. She was gravely injured and the demon refused to leave her to die- or to kill her off. So he took her back to his own home and patched her wounds up. At first, everything was tense and awkward between the two. With the war still going on, neither of them wanted to leave the safety of Vladimir's home. So they didn't. But finally the two, angel and demon, good and evil, began to speak to each other. Small talk at first, but then they poured their souls out. And they began to love each other. But, over time, the war had ended. Serena left to heaven and Vladimir stayed in Hell. He had never felt so alone. Little did he know, though, one of the Arch-Demons had died during the war and he was next in line. This came as a shock to the boy, but he accepted and became an Arch-Demon. He was basically the Sin Acedia. His position meant nothing to him. And Satan quickly noticed Vladimir's change in attitude. He had become cold and harsh as well as distant. So Satan confronted him about it. Vladimir admitted to falling for an angel, enraging the Devil. Satan took Vladimir's voice and made another assassin capture Serena. She was slaughtered in front of Vladimir's own eyes. Another Arch-Demon held Vladimir's eyes open while she was killed, and he tried to look away, but he ended up accidentally scarring his right eye. His true demon form was unleashed that day and he ran. He ran from Satan and he ran from his past. Vladimir made his way half-way across the world before collapsing in a half-dead heap. When he woke up, days later, he was greeted by a beautiful face. He had been treated by this beauty and nursed back to health. She introduced herself as Sandra, and as a telepath. Which is how Vladimir first began to speak with her. He was welcomed to live wih the girl and happily accepted to do so, opening himself up once more. He feared that someone would find them and kill Sandra, who he had quickly fallen in love with, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, one day, when he arrived back from fetching food in the marketplace, he walked in on Sandra cheating on him. He didn't so much as say a word when he walked out, the sobbing girl screaming for him to come back. He ran and ran- once again, hoping it'd be the last time. Vladimir stumbled across this school with luck. He decided to start fresh, pretend everything was normal. But it's hard. It's in his nature these days to treat every woman with great kindness but to never fall for them. Not after what happened.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 2:56 am
 Well, I heard there was a secret c h o r d,
x[ David ] played and he pleased the Lord,
xxBut you don't really care for music, do you?
xxxWell, it goes like this; [ the fourth, the f i f t h ],
xxxxThe minor fall and the major lift.
xxxxxThe baffled king composin' h a l l e l u j a h. Oh, baby I have been here before,
I've seen this room and I walked this f l o o r.x
You know, I used to live alone before I knew [ you ],xx
And I've seen your f l a g on the marble arch,xxx
And l o v e is not a victory [ march ].xxxx
It's a cold and it's a broken h a l l e l u j a h.xxxxx  ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃❄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah "Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah" Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃❄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃  xxxxx  xxxxx  xxxxx Profile Layout by Long Forgotten Roses
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