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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:
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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
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
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.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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