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Thereus Nephele Silenus.
Name: Thereus Nephele Silenus Of Goag
Species: Appaloosa Centaur
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
DOB: 21st of June
Occupation: Royal Guard.
Hair Color: Her fur is a range of darker reds mixed with greys with darker grey spots. Her hair is a bright, burnt red. The same colour as her tail.
Eye Color: Her eyes are a fierce golden brown.
Skin Color: Her skin skin is dark; part red, part grey mix that goes alongside her coat.
General Attire: Her typical outfit is one that curves around her chest and only covers what is needed. Thereus refuses to be restricted, as such she refuses to wear anything that covered her shoulders. She only wears something to cover her breasts as it is apparently inappropriate for her to go naked. Also, the guard insists on her wearing some manner of protection.
A broad necklace that stretches across her t
Areana ProweressaCharacter Sheet
Name: Areana Proweressa of Iwo
Sexual Orientation: Bi
DOB: 16th of February
POB: City of Iwo in Oren
Hair Color: Dusty Blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Tanned
General Attire: Areana's general attire consists of a gown which wraps around her upper body and falls below her hips. She mostly only wears gowns that pull tight around her wrist, leaving her arms and hands free to use. The skirts are usually simple things, which do not complicate moving as Areana insists on being able to move freely and easily. She is always adorned in pieces of metal and gem that she has made herself, finding magical property in the twisting shapes and certain choice of gem she wears. These may be for protective purposes but no-one is really sure.
Appearance: Areana is a fair young woman, with a slender build and long hair. Not that she advertises these f
Sage Martin Updated.Name: Sage Martin
Lycan Breed: Farfoxen
Status: Retired Alphess
Marital Status: Mated for Life
Date of Birth: April the 24th
Place of Birth: Rome
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Likes: Her pack, her family, running, dancing, swimming, reading, writing, being spoiled, caring for those she loves, things running smoothly, shopping, looking good, respect, ice-cream, Temperance.
Dislikes: Disrespect, rudeness, hatred, humans, fog or mist, strange men, pain
Fears: Spiders, loneliness, being lost, death of loved one, being overpowered, her own mind.
Weaknesses: Her paranoia, her family.
Allergic to Silver: No
Profession: Retired Alphess to the pack. Retired director, part-time author.
Eye Color: Golden
Hair Color: Flowing silver. Not the silver of age, but beautiful, rippling si
Laira Name: Laira
Breed (optional, depends on species): Indian Wolf
Fur color or pattern: She has a healthy coat of brown hues, with some lighter golds and darker reds. Her undercoat is a sandy gold colour that covers her legs up to her elbows, the underside of her tail, her belly, her under chest and her chin and cheeks.. This colour can also be found highlighting the underside of her eyes, and along the inner edge of her ears. Her primary fur colour is an earthy colour that covers her fur that is not claimed by the sandy gold. This hue covers the majority of her coat, with hints of red around her eyes, her nose and her rump. The final main colour of her coat is a dark brown that stretches across her forehead, reaching up to the tips of her eyes and curving around her eyes gently. It also stretches partly down her nose before fading into the primary brown. Finally, this darker hue traces down her neck to her shoulders, where
Meera NightgaleName: Meera Nightgale
Personality: Meera is a cold blunt woman. She does what needs to be done and often does so without telling anyone. She lives her life the way she wants to live it, not by anyone else's standards. She is straight forward and sharp willed, refusing to back down from a fight she sees as worthy. However, if she doesn't think something is worth her time, she won't spend her time on it, simple as that. She often comes off as sarcastic and unapproachable, however she does have a sense of humor is someone will take the time to understand it. She is a leader and can be depended on to do what is right. She can also be trusted to keep secrets because she often doesn't care enough think their worth talking about. She can be quite a kind woman when someone gets into her shell, it's just difficult to do that. Ask her to help you, with anything and she'll do it if she sees it as worthwhile or you strike a deal. She can give advise, she can take it and does
Rp character General:
(all fields with * are optional and not required )
Weight: 8 Stone
Sexual Orientation (straight, gay, lesbian, or bi-sexual): B-sexual
Species (check this Species guideline for help: [link]): Earth Elemental
Likes: Her element, nature, Ky ,happiness,water,displays of magic, gems
[Bullet; Blue]Dislikes: Fear, hatred, cruelty, animal mistreatment
[Bullet; Blue] strengths: Her strength is her power with the earth. She can control it, as well as having a slight influence over nature. Mostly it's just so she can shift the earth to make it easier for a river to flow, or plants to grow. She has a way of making the earth a certain way that allowed plants to grow thick and strong, critical for her crafting as she needs strong woods. She has a special talent in roc
Full Name: Anikita Louisa PandoraFull Name: Anikita Louisa Pandora
Nickname: Anika, Isa
Age: 4662, Council Member status
Date of Bite: Uhhh... 4662 years ago.
Marital Status: Widowed, twice
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Place of Birth: Egypt
Personality: Anika is a straight forward type of girl. She is kind, friendly and almost warm to any vampire who she likes but any that she doesn't, or any non-vampire, she is cruel, hard and horrible towards. She doesn't like to be directly involved in fights and tends to stay back where she can due to her small size. She is mainly a thinker rather than a fighter and spends a lot of time in peaceful places thinking of death and destruction plots. She comes up with some of the plans for the coven and if caught in a fight will use her vampire powers and abilities to get out. She's old, and she didn't get that way easily. She won't let anyone walk over her, despite her pretty girl looks and tiny size.
Saphira the werewolf.
Name: Saphira Aberganon
Lycan Breed: Arctilian
Marital Status: Single
Date of Birth: 16th of Febuary
Place of Birth: Africa
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Likes: Books, peace, knowledge, friendship, pups, family, outdoors.
Dislikes: Disruption of the peace, denied access to knowledge, being argued with.
Fears/Weakness: Silver, death of her loved ones, things she doesn't know.
Weight: 7 stone
Eye Color: Sharp green
Hair Color: Deep brown with hints of lighter and darker shades.
Distinguishing Traits: She has scars covering her body. The three most notable scars trace from her right temple to the bottom to the bridge of her nose and the right edge of her mouth. Other scars are on her body. She also is always, always wearing a locket on a long, thick chain.
Any other important Appearance information: She's reasonably pretty, could have been a real beauty with her dark s
Hybrid: 50% Wolf, 40% Bat 10% bobcat (Her bobcat genes will die with her and not be passed on.
Pack: Cedar Creek Pack
Rank: Alpha Female
---Powers: Shadow Teleportation. Shadow Clones. Shadow walls/shields. Shadow Bolts.
Number of Stones: 4
Physical Description: To be drawn. I'm not actually sure what she will look like yet.. xD
Personality: Meshla is a kind soul, who works well with most creatures. Her powers may be dark, yet to most this is contrasting to her nature. Yet, if you get on her bad side by threatening her people, her position or her love, the reason for her stone comes to pass. She will see you die and she will enjoy it.
History: She has evolved from a blood line that is unique for it's cross breeding. Her parents were both Wolf/Bat Hybrid. Yet her unique breeding comes from further down her line. Her grandmother on her mother's side was part bobcat. This has lead to the unique traits among her mother and herself, l
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
AlliesXDead!Reader: I didn't notice , I love you~At The Allies Meeting..........
Here we are at the Allies' Meeting well it wasn't much of a meeting all of them were just sulking. Why? Its because a girl named (y/n) had died they had accused her of killing Kyra Vaski the personification of Pangea .
Russia smelled like Vodka and the sunflowers he has have all wilted he had spent most of his days at a bar drinking until he passed out.
France had stopped flirting and smelled like vomit like Russia he drank much to his heart Content.
America had stopped calling himself a hero , he didn't even dare to eat a burger like the two he hasn't eaten anything except for beer.
England the man who claimed he was a gentleman and hated it when his brothers came home drunk but now he was drunk himself , he even burned all of his books.
And lastly China the most cheerful and self proclaimed big brother of the Asians was sad but at least he wasn't the worst the only thing he drank was water.......
The Allies were having a m
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
A Southern Story: Chelsea at the supermarketHey! How you doing, I haven’t seen you since before the reception!
Aww, that’s good to hear, glad everything’s going okay for you! Me? Oh, I’m just bracing myself for this coming football season. I got stuck in charge of the cheerleaders again, and you know how that turned out LAST year. Put all that effort into getting skinny, ah, well, you know, not quite so hugely fat, and they all looked at me doing that and went back to stuffing their faces.
I’ve already made up my mind, I’m not even going to try this year to make these girls lose any weight. It's down to them, if they want to look good, they can stop stuffing their greedy little faces. If they want to make terrible messes out of themselves, then go ahead, have that fourth plate of nachos. I’m just gonna sit back and let them do it.
We had our first meeting last week and guess who just waltzed in ten minutes late, shoving a Hershey’s bar in her face? Kaitlyn O’Leary, reme
Easter Sexy - TGMy mother buttoned up my shirt, shaking her head because I kept pulling away. I hated having my shirt buttoned up, so I would always undo the buttons. Before I could undo them, my mother handed me a little green weaved basket with my name on the side. Immediately, I knew what time it was and I jumped in place. “Easter eggs, Easter eggs, Easter eggs!”
My mother laughed and my shirt into my jeans, kissing my forehead and standing up, taking my tiny hand. “Yes, it’s time for the Easter egg hunt, and this year we hid more eggs than we have ever done before. So hopefully you get lots and lots of candy.” Her comment just made me pull on her arm harder, wanting her to start moving. “Alright, calm down Jacob.”
Finally, my mother started moving out of the room and where all of my cousins were waiting. I broke away from my mom and ran to my favorite cousin, Elise. We hugged each other and started telling stories while we waited for our aunts and uncles t
A Southern Story: Tori's RealizationOh, hey.
Ah, nothing much, I just figured, you know. It's a nice day to do some sunbathing, better not waste it. What's up with you? How you been?
Ah, good for you, glad to see SOMEBODY'S been having a good time recently. . .
Ah, no, no, it's nothing big, I've just been having a rough time the past few months.
You probably heard by now, right? Well. . . It's true, I broke 200 pounds. That's old news, though.
You want to know about the most RECENT kick in my super-sized ass? Well. . . Eh, screw it, it's not like you won't hear it from someone else anyway.
I went to the doctor the other day, already knowing I was over 200, I'd weighed myself a few weeks before, and I was something like 202. That was bad, you know, I had a whole “OH MY GOD I BROKE 200!' thing. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, she had to mess with me, throw me a party to celebrate my being fat, but honestly, I kind of chalked it up to, I dunno, natural weight fluctuations or something, but what that doctor was tellin
The Shrine Maiden
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos
Mother and Daughter Moment: The Escape ArtistYeah, I know I broke my own rule with that last story – let’s just say it was a rare aberration. They do happen from time to time, you know – in the same way that, just occasionally, I find myself challenged in other ways.
A few years back, I was in Kensington High Street, doing a little window shopping when I saw this mother walking past, carrying some designer bags. She was about five eleven in height, with blonde hair that fell down her back, and wore a black sweater, blue jeans and knee length black leather boots with the cuffs turned down.
Her daughter was about fifteen years old, and also had long blonde hair. She was wearing a black short sleeved top over a long sleeved green one, blue denim shorts over black leggings, and black Ugg boots. She was talking to her mum as she passed me, about the nice new earrings that she had bought for her.
They seemed to me a typical Kensington mum and daughter, and the bags they were carrying suggested
Transformation Plate - TGI ran my fingers along the leather steering wheel, waiting for the employee to finish putting my new license plate in place. After some time, the employee knocked on my window and gestured for me to roll down the window. “Alright, William, you are all set to go.” I nodded and pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket, handing it to the employee, telling him to keep the change.
I backed out of the parking lot and started driving off down the road, turning on the music to a country station. It wasn’t my favorite genre, but I didn’t mind listening to it, plus I was too focused on the road to search through stations right now.
My home was an hour away and across the state border, so I was glad that I was in a new, comfortable car on the way back. About fifteen minutes into my drive, I felt a cold sensation on my legs along with a new feeling around my feet. At the next stoplight, I looked down at my legs and cocked my head at the jeans ripped midway up my thighs
For youThe vixen paused midstride, her front paw angled gracefully to press against the earth once more when she continues forward. Her pelt flowed seamlessly over her lean form, raising slightly as the wind played through it before settling back perfectly. Her golden eyes focused on the pair beneath the willow tree, sleeping within the loving embrace of the branches. She lowered her paw slowly, and approached closer until she was but ten paws breath away. Raising her muzzle she sniffed once, tilting her head slightly as she examined them before continuing on her way, leaving the cat and the echidna to their dreams.
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