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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 8:31 pm
If you are looking apon this lonely forum I would like to introduce myself. My name is KirocContoy. Preferably Kiro if you will. Where did the name come from? It simply came from the top of my head. Have had that name for quite some time now.
I take joy in roleplaying all sorts of things. Different genres and themes. As long as it's interesting I'll take a crack at it. Though, I'm told I'm a little too literate at times. Sadly I would have to agree. You'd probably see that well with my character bio's and the layout of which I edit it.
Anywho, enjoy skimming over these. Character Ideas
-Thunderclan or Windclan Medicine cat
Pumaclaw
-Windclan Medicine cat or Riverclan Warrior
Saphirespring
-Shadowclan (?)
Ghosthaunt
-Shadowclan Warriors
Finchfeather & Ravenfeather
-Vampire Knight (Night Class)
Apollo
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:45 pm
WARRIOR CATS WindClan Name::
AdderStrike
Age::
Thirty-three moons
Gender::
Tom
Clan::
WindClan
Rank::
Warrior
Bio::
Adderstrike was born and raised in the hills of Windclan. He knows not of his heritage. Except that his mother was an escaped pet. Half wild cat, the wild ran through her veins. Apparently she was part Serval, a long legged cat of some foreign land. Adderstrike was always told from his mother how much like his father he looked. It seems he was the only kit of a full Serval and Savvannah. No matter. He was quickly accepted into the clan even though his mother wasn't clan born. As Adderkit he was constantly picked on by his litter mates for his disproportioned limbs. Legs a little too long. When becoming an apprentice, definetely bigger, that all stopped. He excelled in hunting practically anything. Even in his younger years. As Adderpaw he had snatched a crow twice his size in mid flight with ease. The teasing continued as it seemed his limbs were still longer propoertioned. But nicknames stuck. His longer fur on his hind quarters are constantly teased. Though, nobody says anything anymore. Standing at twenty-six inches with one inch fangs and half inch curled claws, he's a force to be reckoned with. However,his appearance falters his personality.
Personality::
A gentle giant for the most part. Light on the eyes and a smooth somewhat baritone voice. Seems to keep a calm air about him majority of the time. Doesn't seem to get too over worked easily. Though, is a fault finder and can have a tad bit of a temper. For the most part is good mooded usually. Though, doesn't take back talk very well and or teasing. He could care less about himself. But truly cares and feels pain for others.
Appearance::
Faded *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* RiverClan Name::
Pharaostar
Age::
forty-five moons
Gender::
Tom
Clan::
RiverClan
Rank::
Leader
Bio::
A barely born box of kits had been dropped off at the edge of the lake by a two-leg. The hungrey cries had caught attention. Within the boc had been three newborn ocecat kits. The two-leg had catnapped a cat from a rich family who bred them. The kittypet had given birth unexpectedly and the two-leg knew not what to do. So he dropped the kits off, not caring if they died. Riverclan took them in, with complaining of course. Only one of the three survived. A queen named the remaining kit Pharao. The marking atop his head reminded her of a 'crown'. Plus his wild appearance seemed to have markings or writings of some ancient storied fairytale. Gorwing up fast, Pharaokit was a handful. Always escaping and even caught a small fish by the time he was four moons. Pharaopaw learned as quick as he had grew. Out of the other apprentices he was to become a warrior first. He even surpassed a few elder apprentices. Shocking. Didn't take long to become Deputy. Pharaowind was as agile as his swift paws. When the leader died. He mournfully took her place. Pharaostar now has been leader for the past ten moons. A relatively young leader. He takes pride in what and who he is.
Personality::
Pharaostar has a bit of a sharp temper. Will say what is on his mind even if it is appropriate or not. Bad part of being honest. He has never told a lie in his life and never will. Believes in trust, which is a major factor in who he is. Trust him and be trusted. Otherwise, he cares for his clan from the unborn kits, to the oldest of elders and beyond. Will do anything he can for any helpless cat.
Appearance::
Pharao *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ThunderClan Name::
Mockingstar
Age::
Forty-five Moons
Gender::
Tom
Clan::
ThunderClan
Rank::
Leader
Bio::
Clan-born and clan-raised Mockingstar had a pretty easy life. From the nursery onward he had been told stories of the greatest leader the clan had ever seen. Firestar. The clan-souled kitty-pet. Before him had been none other then the mystifying and historic Bluestar. Mockingkit enjoyed the stories about the two and Firestar's trouble. What enchanted him about everything was the fierce battle against a long time enemy, Tigerstar. A cat that had taken a clan over by fierce force. Mockingpaw was quick to learn, as if already knowing every paw swipe and belly roll. Hunting came naturally, his oversized claws helping a lot. When he was given his warrior name, Mockingfur strived to show the clan his potential and what he could do. The clan did nothing without him asking what was going on. It got annoying but he had wanted to know everything. A knowledge seeker. For days at a time he used to leave to check out the territory extensively, even leaving to head up the mountain to look at the area from above. Among those times he got in a scuffle with a large hawk. The scars on his right side are from that. The hawk had been put in the fresh-kill pile. Finally over time he was granted the role of deputy. His pride skyrockets. His achievement had been granted. It didn't sink into his mind that someday he would be leader. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks when the previous leader passed of old age. Mockingstar grieved. But since then he has put his experience and knowledge into the clan. You could say he is a sort of animal scholar being a president. He makes orders yes but he asked clan members what they think and debates on that. Even sometimes during a meeting, he will have people give score and judge as to what he says. Makes the clan feel like they are more into it then they are.
Personality::
Strategic and cunning with a wise eye and tongue. Mentally he seems to be far older then he physically is. He knows much of the world and uses that to his advantage. Isn't spiteful unless needs to be. Not a cat to be reckoned with for his upperbody strength and tiger curled claws have sent many to the bushes and beyond.
Appearance::
Pride *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ShadowClan Name:: Soulsearch
Age:: Thirteen moons
Gender:: Female
Clan:: ShadowClan
Rank:: Warrior
Bio::
Full clan-born. No half nothing in her history, as far as she knows. Though she does wonder why she has a large tabby in her dreams that talks about Thunderclan. Oh well. No matter. Soulpaw just pushes them aside. Especially since when her late mother scolded her for mentioning the overpowering tabby, asking what his name might me. It wasn't long after that, that her mother had gotten whitecough. It was not noticeable. When it got to greencough, she had refused any treatment, not wanting to leave her only kit. Soulpaw remembers her mother then spitting up blood and it apparently being something called blackcough. Sadly that's all she remembers. The warmth of her mother. That's it. Then the sadness of being alone when it was time to get her apprentice name.
Personality::
This white chested tabby has a sweet appearance, eyes showing all emotion and sometimes even thoughts. Don't let that fool you. She is always willing to do what she can for the clan. Eager to every day and the goings on. Used to sneak out as a kit to stalk after small mice. She caught one at just two moons. Determined and social. But, her downfall is her on occasion pulses of anger. Yes, she has random spats of fury. She can get ticked off easily for things. On occassion.
Appearance::
*is polydactyl = has six toes on each front paw = allows better grip*
Depth *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 6:28 pm
Wolves of Moonfield Name::
Granger "Bulldozer"
Age::
Twenty-five
Rank::
Hunter
Pack::
Crypt
Breed::
N/A (no name)
Etc::
Camouflage neck armor & "Special" item pouches
Relatives::
N/A All deceased
Bio::
Granger was originally born and raised a Blood. Growing up he despised the idea of halfbreeds. Anything half of a mangy mutt and a low life wolf wasn't fit to live in his cloudy blue eyes. Those fangs within that maw had teasted the blood of many Crypts. Of course, in that time he had only killed half-breeds that had dared to try and harm pups. Granger isn't one to mindlessly kill for the hell of it. A large brute he is, but stupid he is not. Now, it took him a while to realize hatred for the Crypts was useless. THinking about it, he took notice that they weren't actually all that different. Granger wasn't pure himself. He was a cross of many different wolf breeds. So the logic of hating anything half was useless now. Stunned with himself, thie now nicknamed Bulldozer, had fought his way to leave the Bloods to apologize to the Crypts for his past naive stupidity. Another hunter had tried to stop him, leaving Grander the pretty scar on his face which goes above his eyes all the way to behind his right ear. Teeth had caused that. The oponent hadn't lived lond.
Granger has his nickname for a reason. He's never lost a battle. Every. He stands at 3'5". That is bigger then the average mountain grey wolf. He tops the scales in size. He is even 5'0" in length. In his mouth he has two sets of upper canines. This causes for example, a bite to the neck to cause paralysis. They are long enough to pinch nerves. And his jaw powerful is as powerful or even more so as a pitbull. Thus, size and strength, Bulldozer.
Appearance::
Bulldozer
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 10:00 pm
Lion King Name::
Ayita "first to dance"
Age::
Three and a half
Gender::
Female
Relations::
Brother Manaba
Ranking::
Head Hunter
Pride::
PrideRock
Bio::
Ayita is Pride born and Pride proud. It was a easy life to grow up with, having food brought to you and having the comfort of knowing you were safe. We should start at the begininning. Ayita would be the oldest of her female siblings, if they were alive. They passed away soon after birth each time. It seemed she was the only female her parents brought to the world. Her brother Manaba is the only sibling that lived. As a cub she used to play rough with others since it has seemed she's always been a tad larger then normal. Compared to a adult male, she is merely an inch or two shorter. Much larger then other females. This doesn't have anything to do with her nickname. First to Dance. This came the day she was born. Already her eyes had opened and her paws stumbled. You could say she ages quickly in mind and ability. It has been an advantage. When old enough to leave and play off the rock, she was also the first of others her age to grab a quick lizard between her paws. Even though small, it was quik and she brought it as a gift to a kind of that time. Her father. He was proud. Since then she has propelled forward in ability and has managed to become Head Hunter.
Proud and strategic, she accepts no excuses. If you screw up you better admit to it for punishment is great. Ayita takes no crap from anyone and everyone. Even her brother has had a few swipes or two. She herself is humble and amusing. She will say what it on her mind. Also one to joke around, when the time fits.
Appearance::
Green Fire *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Name::
Manaba "return to war"
Age::
Two and a half
Gender::
Male
Relations::
Sister Ayita
Ranking::
King
Pride::
PrideRock
Bio::
Manaba was born premature. The cub was small. But, not defenseless. Like his sister Ayita, Manaba grew quickly. He learned quickly and was as brave as any adult lion. His early years went by fast for him as emotionally he seemed to lvel up well, again like his sister. Though at some point his mature level ended and the child hood attitude returned, just at a wrong time. When becoming a young adult, he got himself into trouble with a lioness. Let's just say he was missing parts of his newly forming mane. Did he learn his lesson? Nope. Up next was a little bit of messing around. With another lioness. Yeah he practically lost his tail for that. Just a few months ago, yes another scuffle with a lioness and he was chased into a herd of buffalo. Getting trampled he now has issues with his left back leg. That's what happens. Not only that but he's missing his thumb claw on his right front paw. And you can say he had a torn ear.
This young King is a bit of a player. Likes to mess with the hearts of females. All he is doing is trying to find that one that won't be wooed by his looks and charming ability. The day he does is the day he'll change he says. Other then that, he is somewhat wise. Somewhat. Gets his advise from his sister. Overall just a big goof ball. As for his nickname. He isn't afraid to let himself be known. Doesn't hold back his words. And isn't afraid to fight.
Appearance::
Black Fury *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Name::
Soyali "time of the winter solstice"
Age::
Three and a half
Gender::
Male
Relations::
Manaba and Ayita's cousin.
Ranking::
King
Pride::
Priderock
Bio::
On a dark stormy night at the end of a horrible year of low food sources, Soyala was born at the crackle of thunder. Even as a newborn he was of larger size. That wasn't the only thing odd about the young cub. His fur was as white as a clear summer cloud. Soyala is not albino but leucistic. When he was finally able to open his eyes, it was clear there was visible pigment in his eyes of a blue gray. His proud parents then were worried their son was blind. On the contrary. His vision was excellent. At a young age, much like Ayita and Manaba, he grew quickly. Though it was his size. At simply a few months he was almost twice the size of another cub his age. In his younger years, he was happy beyond belief. Though, he was spoiled for his differences and carefully watched. Their was always that worry that he would someday get sickly ill and pass away to the kings above for his oddity. There was pride as he started to get into his teen stages. Already he was quick minded and witty. He was fit enough to take down even the strongest of wilderbeast. The only thing that matched his immense size and braun, was his brilliant brain. Might be smarter then the legend of the dark king, Taka 'Scar'. Always able to outsmart anything that came into his path. However now older he looks back and repents such conceited thinking. It was easy for him to become king. Not that it was his wish in life. His ultimate wish, is to succeed in keeping the pride prosperous. If food is scarce, he himself will leave the pride lands to hunt for them if he must have to. That is why Soyali is considered a kind king.
Besides being called fluffy by the younger cubs. That started a few years ago. Now it's poofy. It saddens him to hear it. For his late mate used to call him that. Her beauty was only matched by his mother, whom he got his lucious fur patterns from. Her name had meant 'sight of the sun'. Donoma was the shining light in his life. His mourning had taken months to get over since the day she had been killed my a rampaging rhino. That day, his snow pelt was tinged red for he had killed the creature as redemption. Revenge. Now he watches over the pride with faked happy eyes. Tragedy still hasn't changed his wish. But only gave him more hope into it, knowing it would be what Domona had wanted. Still, seeing the setting sun reminds him of his sun gold mate.
Appearance::
Wise White *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Name::
Bodaway "fire starter"
Age::
Three
Gender::
Male
Relations::
None
Ranking::
Pride::
Foreign Pride
Bio::
Bodaway is the second born son of a pride beyond the jungle. Towards the vast oceans. A bright hot summer day was the starting of a cubs life. Fur shining just as bright as the morning star. When his eyes opened they were as maroon as a deep sunset. Everything about him burned into memories. Fire starter. As he grew he was often picked on by his older brother. Pushed around. He learned to fight back pretty fast. Even with the fighting the two got along. Until that older brother was pronounced king. There they do not have the system as Pride Rock. There are no multiple kings. While his brother was shot into the royal life, already finding a mate. Bodaway wished to explore a little. While wandering the beaches towards the jungle he ran into a lioness. Being defensive it wasn't long before he had her pinned down and questioned. The moment she said she was a Pride Rock lion, he immediately released her. She had gotten lost chasing prey into the jungle. Wanting to leave, he would take the chance. So he left with her. Giving his family farewell however. It had taken a while to get there. But when him and that lioness did, he was confront by one of the largest lions he had ever seen. Fur as white as ice. His name was Soyali. His mane was only half grown by then. Not being too old. It wasn't long before he had to leave back to his home pride to officially tell them he was leaving. Now at three years. His man is of course full. It has been a year and a half since then. He's back now. Having left a tad bit late. The birth of his nephew sort of stopped that.
At first glance his size is slightly intimidating. Though he isn't as colossal as the mighty Soyali, he is slightly larger than Manaba. Even then, most of his mass is muscle. While back home he was a royal guard. But don't let his size fool you. Bodaway is a goofball. Can be quite serious but chooses to be a little bit more open about things. Makes him less stressed.
Appearance::
Gold glory *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Name::
Misae "white sun"
Age::
A little after two
Gender::
female
Relations::
N/A
Ranking::
Hunter
Pride::
Ex-Outcast
Bio::
This cream and white colored beauty was born outside of the Pridelands. Knew hardship for most of her young live. Fighting with other cubs for scraps of food that wasn't even considered scraps. She tended to be the last one to get anything. Misae's mother didn't know what to do. Her father had been killed by monkeys that walked fully on two legs. Killed him with a flying rock thrown from a strange stick. She was so skinny you could see every bone on her tiny body. Always been a mid sized cup it was hard for her to even walk with how weak she was. Soon enough her mother had had enough of this. Took Misae to the Pridelands and begged for them to take her. Too young to understand the problem this could have caused, she was to innocent to understand the whole Outcast and Prideland issue. None the less she was taken in. Her mother showed great promise with hunting after being bulked up a bit. Even now, years later. She remembers being a tiny weak cub. And doesn't want to ever be that weak again. Or see any other lion like that. Feels at home here. Glad to work under the head huntress Ayita. Is a little shy and skittish at first meeting but opens up rather quick. Didn't quite happen when a new male approached the pride. A gold red eyed monster. A lion she was asked to eventually escort back to his home. After a little incident where she got lost. First hunt to get the right to become a huntress.
Not the larges lioness, nor the smallest. Misae is a mid sized lion with a good frame. A little bit of a bigger upper body. Not too much. Not too slender and not too bulky. Just right. Her bright eyes are the first thing you notice. And with her appearance being somewhat close to the stories of Zira and them, she used to get some looks. Making her a little bit shy. The pride though has opened her up. Good open personality. Is cautious around new situations. Doesn't do well under pressure.
Appearance::
Sandy beauty
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:25 pm
Naruto: Rise of a Great Saga Name::
Hani Hachi "Honey"
Age::
Twenty-five (surprisingly)
Gender::
Female
Village::
Konohagakure "Leaf"
Family::
Mother: Hidama "Kisaki" Hachi (deceased)
Father: Hiruzen "Unknown" (deceased) (no relation to the 3rd Hokage)
Grandmother: Tenmei "Bumble" Hachi
2nd great unknown aunt: Tsunade (deceased)
Birthday::
October 24
a. Height: 5'8"
b. Weight: 140lbs (hidden muscle)
Ranking::
"Special" ANBU
*Occupation: Willow Warrior
Demon::
Do self inner demons count? Because she has plenty of those.
Demon Power::
High ranking temper xD
Demon Appearance::
A flying fist or a poisoned senbon
Element::
Earth
Bio::
Where most ninja measured in the power of their fists, Hani's specialized skills lay in the subtle art of seduction. With the use of her stunning looks and capable charm, she is able to get close to her target and complete her missions: often times without even lifting a finger. Having been trained in all forms of social etiquette, Hani has been able to successfully blend in and complete numerious specialized missions; Whether it be working in a tea house or living undercover at the royal palace.
As a child, Hani showed great skill in controlling her Zeru-roiyaru. Kisaki Hachi, tutored her daughter in the ninja arts, decided to begin Hani's seduction training at the age of eleven, four years earlier than what is considered acceptable in the Hachi clan. This sparked outrage in Tenmei Hachi, Hani's grandmother.
After failing in her attempts at trying to talk Kisaki into reconsidering her decisions on Hani's tutoring, Tenmei turned to the Hokage for help. It is recorded that the Hokage jailed Kisaki after her failure to follow direct orders.
In her early twenties, Hani was assigned to a spy mission at Nishin's brotherl, a place with a reputation for being one of the worst bordellos in the Fire Country. It isn't known what all happened while Hani was there undercover; however, when she returned, she nearly abandoned being a ninja all together. After taking a year off from her ninja duties, Hiruzan the hokage, Hani's father, assigned her to a mission that would require her to work undercover as a politicians concubine. After preparing the necessary documents, Hani was sent to an upscale brothel and, along with a few actual oirans, put before the Politician for judgment. He chose Hani above the others and she was soon taken to the emperor's palace to be by his side. It is later discovered that the politician was secretly homosexual and only needed Hani's assistance in helping him maintain his reputation. Hani describes the overall mission, which lasted two years, as being a time when she could sleep-in, increase her kimono collection and eat expensive food. It had quickly become apparent to her that her father had sent her on the mission in hopes of giving her a "vacation" after completing such a horrible mission at Nishin's brothel. Unfortunately, Hani was never able to thank him upon her return as Hiruzen was killed by his ex-student.
Recently, Hani was assigned to an S-Ranked mission with another jounin, a descendant of Maito Gai, to assist him in "fitting-in" to the role of a feudal lord. Hani's patience has been worn thin on multiple occassions with him as his ways of doing things are much less subtle than Hani is used too. But over time, they have learned to work with each others strengths and have successfully carried out their missions thus far. That is until he decided to get too attached to her, because of her blood line trait. He became over obsessive and to the point of practically kidnapping her. Though, she had to admit she had feelings for him. This was a while ago. Since then she's had a hard time trusting.
Personality::
Has a controlled and rational air about her petite frame. Can on occassion be a little arrogant. With her life experiences Hani believes she is allowed to be sometimes. Though her magnetic and inquisitive traits are high powered. But, her faults should never be tested for she is taunting, stubborn, and selfish. And to boot, she's a very heavy sleeper. Annoy her to no end and you might find yourself waking up in the den of a savage bear in nothing but your birthday suit. Same goes for waking her up. You risk being sent through the wall.
Theme song?:: Vanilla Twilight
Appearance::
Beauty
Expressions *~*~*~*~* Info *~*~*~*~* * Hachi Clan bloodline ability
spaceZeru-roiyaru: This is the Hachi Clan’s sole bloodline ability and is only prevalent in the female descents of the family. This bloodline ability only develops after the Hachi girl has reached puberty. The Zeru-roiyaru is the main reason most Hachi girls are tutored and do not attend the Ninja Academy.
empty space hereThe Zeru-roiyaru ("Royal Jelly") is a pheromone that is excreted from the sweat glands. It is invisible to the naked eye, tasteless and odorless (though someone with an acute sense of smell may detect trace amounts). All Hachi women learn to control their Zeru-roiyaru by using chakra to either "shield" it against others, or to channel the pheromone to their intended target.
The effects of this chemical is similar to that of an aphrodisiac and will in essence “charm” the individual. Though it is not unusual for the pheromone of a Hachi woman to have it's own unique effect from her other family members. For instance, Tenmei "Bumble" Hachi's pheromone has a calming effect on both men and women. Hani Hachi's pheromone effects men and women, but puts them into a lustful state. Hidama "Kisaki" Hachi's pheromone is so potent it has the potential to put men in a state of Excited Delirium. Her pheromone can also indirectly affect women and will usually provoke a hostile response.
**Zeru-roiyaru can be a double-edged sword as it doesn't always effect every person the same. For some men, it may take a large dose of the pheromone before they are effected; others, even a small amount can send them into an uncontrollable fit.
*It is also notes that descendants of the Hachi clan are genetically immune to the affects of poisons. It is still questionable as to why.
** Willow Warrior
If you need a spy, or a quiet assassination, then a Willow Warrior would be your best choice. Willow Warriors are like a delicate venomous spider. They can be in the room with you the entire time and you wouldn't know you were in danger till it was far too late. With the help of their bloodline ability, a Willow Warrior can use seduction to get close to their male targets. If their prey is a woman, then they will use charm and cunning instead. All Willow Warriors are trained in hand-to-hand combat, but it isn’t their strongest skill. spaceThe Hachi clan's motto is: "A clenched fist brings fear; but a soft touch brings devotion. Instead of training their fists and building their muscles, they gild their tongues and paint their faces."
They begin training in music, which includes singing, dancing and instrumental performance. These lessons are taken very seriously, partly because it's a crucial aspect of a geisha/oiran's list of skills and also because it trains the girl on balance and improves her dexterity to better handle weapons. They can turn ANYTHING into deadly weopons.
At around fifteen years old, she begins training on the subtle art of seduction. Up until this point, the Hachi girl's missions consisted of working undercover at tea houses and training alongside meikos (apprentice geisha). The specifics as to what Hachi girls must do to train in seduction are largely kept secret -- not necessarily because it is a powerful technique they want to protect, but mainly because it would stir moral disputes from the village's authorities.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:09 pm
Digimon  Name::
Steel Butcher "Knife"
Age::
Seventeen
Gender::
Male
Partner::
Prefers to be called Cheveyo "Spirit Warrior"
Experience::
Four years
Good or Evil:: (Basic.)
Sort of in between. Isn't all bad but ain't full good. Depends on the situation.
Bio::
Steel was dropped off as a week old baby at a orphanage. People had been severely shocked. Thus his biological mother was actually arrested and shipped to prison where who cares who or where she is now. Growing up was okay. Got along with other kids well. Was the orphanage's maid's favorite child. He always cleaned up his messes and sometimes made other kids clean up theirs. Nobody got past Steel's careful childish eye. Matured quick. Going from home to home nobody adopted him. That is until he was eight. Finally one of the maids themselves, Juliet, adopted him and took him to his permanent home. Life changed for him. No longer did he have to deal with rude children and the crying of abandoned kids. No longer switching homes when people didn't want him. No longer going to that place he hated so much. Steel can't really complain, it was a place over his head none the less. Now, getting into a normal school, things got a little weird. Finishing elementary school was easy. Jr. High was where it got a little weird. Kids tended to stay away from him, since the scar on his face frightened kids. It was actually from one of the people that took him in, before he was adopted by Juliet. Oh well. He got over it. Freshman year in High School, one day when he got back from school, there was a mysterious egg on his roof. Climbing the tree to get it, he picked it up and took it inside. It didn't take long for it to go "digital" and light up into a little bluish-green colored ball with black and bink feet and horns. Did he mention the large eyes and wings? Puffing out a small puff of flame, Steel was a little shocked. None the less, again he just reached his hand out, almost immediately the thing bit him. It spat out a device looking like a cell phone. Odd. Pressing a button it "changed" into a green winged and horned floating sea-horse type thing. That is when it talked, called him master and dive bombed him. That was the first memory Steel had with his now partner. Ever since then they are always together. He hides in Steels backpack during school and etc. Years later, now seventeen, something happened. Steel's partner Cheveyo, prothecized something big was going to happen. Writing a note to his mother, who knew of his digi-friend, they waited. Packing food and other little supplies, and an extra pair of clothes, it didn't take long to get transported into the digital-world. Steel is now with his buddy, traveling and looking.
Personality::
Proponents of tradition. Meaning he is one to preserve the old ways. Is a gentleman for the most part. Is one to stay in school, education is the way to a future now a' days. Absolutely loves to entertain when given a chance, meaning likes to make people laugh. May assume that everything that is read is authoritive. Usually makes family and friends top priority. Crushed my personal criticism, doesn't think highly of himself. Has a knack for "reading" body language. Happiest when given appreciation. Sensitive to the feelings of others. May neglect his own needs.
Theme Song?::
Toxic by A Static Lullaby
Partner's Name::
Cheveyo
Partner's Personality::
This draconic digimon it docile in temperament but has a little bit of anger issues. That's if you tick him off. Goes into a fit of pure rage is you touch the scale on his body that grows in the opposite direction, the scale straight in between his wings. But, is completely and utterly loyal to Steel. Takes orders from nobody else.
*Knack for collecting and devouring shiny objects.
Partner's Appearance::
Fresh: Petitmon
In-training: Babydmon
Rookie: Dracomon
Champion: Caredramon (B)
Ultimate: Wingdramon
Mega: Slayerdramon
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 9:33 pm
Experiments of Chaos Animal Dna::
Eurasian Eagle-Owl
Element::
Fu
Name::
Gethin
Gender::
Representative of Mars
Age::
Somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties
Tribe/Pack::
Tori
Rankings::
Tribe Leader
Personality::
Looks cranky is disposition. He's actually very gentle and highly unlikely ti inflict any harm to anyone. Can be cranky, he has his moments. But he isn't in the business of physical violence unless it's deserved. He's also not against hanging someone upside down if they're getting on his nerves, or won't stay out of his space. He's a big fella and he knows it. He's more likely to cram someone in a bucket and sit on the lid than to actually cause intense injury. That doesn't mean his crankiness doesn't manifest itself in creative ways. He frowns a lot. Does smile on occasion. Gentle natured mostly.
Bio::
Post Color::
Slategrey & Dimgrey
Appearance::
Gethin's ability to fly is largely limited to gliding. He prefers open spaces and somewhere high to take off from. He can get air from the ground, with some effort, but it expends more energy than it's worth. Gethin's intidimating size (7'2") and features are not just for show. If he wants to deal some damage, he most definitely can.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 11:09 pm
Street Dog Name: Taloo
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Breed: Husky and Saarloos hound
Mental State: 80-90%
Phsyical State: 80%
Personality:
Getting her mother's build and her fathers long legs, she has both strength and endurance. Contains both of her parents smarts with their easy abilities to be trained. She uses these to her advantage. Is often standoffish but when feels threatened she used her phsycal and mental abilities to her advantage. Doesn't brag much but can get herself carried away with thoughts and ideas. Don't ask her what is on her mind. You'll get a speech. Won't hold back words. If she has something to say, she will say it. Believes in peace over violence. She will however defend herself by any means possible, even if that include killing or brutally harming another canine. Doesn't mean she herself doesn't dislike a bit of competition. Will do anything in her power to provide and care for any friends of hers. If there is a will, there has to be a way. Was there any mention that she can be rather playful when comfortable?
Bio:
A human got his daughter a puppy at the age of fifteen. This puppy was from an accidental litter of six. The man's friend's dogs had gotten together, before they could get the husky fixed. This happy accident creates Taloo. She was the daughter's best friend. Jenny adored Taloo. But two years into Taloo's happy life, the girl got sick. Deathly sick. The cross knew something was wrong but as hard as she tried to get the family to take care of her, the sicker they got. Jenny would push it aside. Until finally one morning she didn't wake up. Taloo barked and barked and would not shut up until the father came into the room to tell her to be quiet. Seeing Jenny still sleeping he thought nothing of it, but decided to wake her up for breakfast. Jenny didn't wake up and was rushed to the hospital. The girl didn't come home for a while. When she did Taloo would not leave her alone. The father wanted the dog to leave her be. Not trusting the man she bit him. This eventually caused her to get "accidentally" let loose. She was driven from the city and dumped. Taloo has issues with human men but will not attack unless cornered or threatened. She however adores children. Though, often stays away from humans, having been abandoned from her loving family.
Appearance:
Lost and found
Theme Song:
My Baby Blue
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