Name: Draco Malfoy

Age: 20

Species: Wizard

Universe: Harry Potter

Appearance: Le Draco
Personality: Draco is naturally very smug and full of himself, although not as much as he used to be due to the events he has been through during his time at Hogwarts. He is extremely loyal towards friends and family and isn't afraid to stand up for them, although he can be a coward at times. He tends to develop and hold grudges easily, and tends to brag quite alot. If he is approached the right way, however, he can be very sweet-if he wants to be, that is.

History in Yorkville: He escaped to Yorkville after the Second Wizarding World, deciding to find his own way in the world and leave his history behind. He had a hard time at first when it came to acting like a normal human being instead of a wizard, but has realized that he needs to act like them in order to stay safe in the world and to keep who he is a secret.

Place of Dwelling: A house near the pawn shop on the beach with wood like siding and a black shingled roof.

RP Sample: (From my own HP roleplay. As you can see, I am literally addicted to Harry Potter.)

Seeing as her cat took the seat without permission, Lyanna followed suit, plopping down in the seat and promptly swinging her legs onto the table, propping her lace-up, black, sleek, military style boots onto the booth table. She threw her blonde hair over her shoulder and pulled her snake off her shoulders, laying her across her knees. Delilah promptly began to tighten around her knees, locking Lyanna's legs in place so she couldn't move them. The snake extended her body and laid her head on Lyanna's stomach, and she began to stroke the snake's head with her thumb and, using her other hand, search through the songs on her I-Pod. She threw it down next to her on the seat and turned to the girl sitting across from her. "So," she started, popping a Drooble's Best Chewing Gum into her mouth, "Who might you be?"
(Hope that was good enough. Please let me know if it wasn't.)
Other: W is real

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Name: Smaug/Goes by Sean

Age: 21-the dragon equivalent of around two hundred years

Species: Dragon

Universe: the Hobbit

Appearance: Dragon Form
His human form is very muscular and tall, with bright red hair. He disguises it as dye instead of his natural hair-or rather scale-color. He wears a stone similar to the Arkenstone on a rope string around his neck, which he uses to turn into a dragon.

Personality: He is extremely smug, as always, and has a thing for anything shiny. He tends to brag quite a lot, and doesn't make friends much, although he can be on rather good relations with someone-as good of a relation that Smaug can ever get in, that is. He tends to take comments way too far, although he can completely ignore you if he decides be doesn't want anything to do with you. He is extremely intelligent, and tends to read too far into into things.

History in Yorkville: Smaug escaped shortly after being shot in the chest with a deadly black arrow during his seige of Laketown. He managed to survive and flee, although he has a rather large scar on his chest due to the arrow striking him in the chest. He found a way to disguise himself long before he reached Yorkville, and, as a dragon, which are renowned as being incredibly intelligent, he realized he needed to blend in as one of the humans he hated in order to escape detection.

Place of Dwelling: A small red roofed house near the coffee shop with a patio out front-though he rarely comes out of it.

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Accepted! Adding to the list. Feel free to post to the chats!

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I would hate to bombard you with questions, but I was just wondering if you would alright with me making another character?

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Totally. 2 character limit for now.

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Alright, I edited my form. :3

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Whoa, wasn't expecting that XD Accepted, none the less.

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Haha, well, I've been watching LOTR lately and thought I could give it a try. :3 thank ya

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Smaug... That, that makes me happy.

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Hehehe :3

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Hello! :D This roleplay looks fantastic! I'm working on my form right now - and I have a question. My character is young, like around 12... Would he need a guardian of some sorts?

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Connor is 9 without an RP'd guardian. That guardian can be considered an NPC. Thank you for the compliment!

I'm on mobile using data at the moment, so the character will be added to the list tomorrow.

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Okey dokey! Thanks! c:

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Name: Toffee [Don't make fun of his name, unless you have a death wish]

Age: His real age is unknown, but he appears to be around 25

Species: Monster [He's some sort of anthropomorphic reptile]

Universe: Star vs. the Forces Of Evil [A TV Show]

Appearance:
Reptilitan Form: Image 1 [Source] // Image 2 [Source]
Human Form: Image 1 [Source]
In his actual form, Toffee is a large, anthropomorphic reptile with pale, blue skin/scales. He is unnaturally tall in this form, standing at about 6'8", and he has a long tail that touches the ground when he walks. He appears to have a lithe figure, but actually has a good amount of muscles. His eyes are a subtle yellow, and he has long, black hair. His teeth are very sharp, and he has claws. Despite his ability to regrow limbs, he is missing a finger on his right hand, and he can't seem to grow it back [or maybe doesn't want to grow it back, for whatever reason]. He usually tends to wear a tuxedo.

In human form, Toffee is slightly shorter, standing at 6'2". He's also slightly less muscular in this form. His skin is pale, and he still has yellow eyes, that usually catch people's attention. He just tells most people that they're contact lenses to avoid suspicion. His teeth are slightly sharper than usual, but it's only noticeable if you look at them for long enough. His hair is the same as in his actual form, and in human form he is missing his middle finger on his right hand. He wears a golden watch, which is the item that keeps him in his human form.

Personality:
Toffee is intelligent and calm. He has a way with words and can convince or manipulate others into doing things for him quite easily. He always seems to know what he's doing and appears very calm and collected, a façade that rarely slips. He is characterized by high self-confidence, and is a naturally charismatic leader. He is strategic and ambitious; he goes after what he wants, sometimes with ruthless determination. He values efficiency and competence and has little time for those that can't keep up with him or his vision. He is very observant, almost nothing slips past him. He is also unpredictable, it's hard to know what he's thinking or what his next move will be. He enjoys confusing others, keeping them on the edge of their seats, guessing what he'll do next.

Unfortunately he's very stubborn, and not very open to new ideas. Toffee doesn't really care about the emotions of others, and tends to do what's best for himself. He can stab you in the back whenever it's most convenient for him. He doesn't trust others easily, and it's hard to get close to him because he usually tends to shut people out when they try. He has a hard time forgiving others, and if somebody does something that offends or upsets him, he usually tries to seek revenge.

History in Yorkville:
After Toffee had come very close to finding Star's Wand, she went in hiding somewhere on Earth, so Toffee decided to move there in hopes to find her. After a few years he hadn't found any information about her, and began to get used to life on Earth. Even though he hasn't given up on finding Star, he knows he'll probably have to stay on Earth quite a while.

Place of Dwelling:
Apartment 5A, he got it renovated a few times to make it look nice.
Living Room [Source]
Bedroom [Source]

RP Sample:
[This is an RP Sample that I posted on a Sign up for the RP, Aurora Borealis,a Dog RP]

Emidius listened to the calming sound of snow crunching under his paws as he made his way back to the Pack's den area. He had just been helping the Shaman collect herbs, and the strong-smelling stalks of plant hung from the Keeshond's maw as he trudged through the snow. He was greeted with several friendly barks of his pack-mates as he finally made it back to camp. Unable to bark back because of the herbs in his mouth, he merely wagged his plumed tail in response. He came to an abrupt stop beside the small nook that the Shaman stored his supplies in, and he gently placed the herbs in it, careful not to damage any of the precious plants. A content sigh escaped his maw, a wisp of white, crystalline air forming around his muzzle as he did so. He raised his head and sniffed, trying to find the Shaman's scent. Once he did, he followed it to the Subordinate's den, where he found the old dog in the corner, coughing quite badly. Worry flashed across the features of the thick-furred dog. The Shaman was quite old for a wild dog, already ten years old, and over the past few days his coughing had gotten quite severe. "Are you alright?" He asked softly, sitting down and mildly tilting his head. "I'm afraid not, Edimius. As you can probably tell, my coughing has gotten quite bad." The sound of his voice made Edimius wince. He sounded so weak, and he had to wheeze out most of his words. "If it pains you to speak, I won't bother you." He apologized. Just as he was about to stand up to leave, the Shaman shook his head, "No, please stay. I need to speak to you." He said in a surprisingly serious tone. So Edimius stayed put, watching the other dog intently. "I am getting old, and I fear that I am not able to continue my job as a Shaman. I am going to step down." He announced, raising his head to meet Edimius' gaze. "But the pack needs a Shaman, who will heal us?" He asked, his voice sounding quite calm. He wasn't surprised, in fact, he expected the Shaman to step down, since he had been mentioning it a lot within the past week. "Well, I think that's quite obvious." The old dog replied with a chuckle. "Edimius, I can sense that you are ready. You will replace me as Shaman."

Other:
-W is Real
-Due to his missing finger on his right hand, he is left-handed
-He smiles without showing his teeth, since he doesn't want to let people see them
-Toffee is quite good at building machines
-He is quite fond of sandwiches X3
-I hope this form is okay, I wrote it early in the morning so it might not be the best

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Name: Weed

Age: About 1.5(Dog years)[around 12 in human years]

Species: Dog[Akita/Kishu mix]

Universe: Ginga Densetsu Weed

Appearance: As a dog: Moderator removed image due to lack of source.
As a human: Unusually tall for his young age, with blue eyes. He wears a necklace with a blue dog-shaped gem on it(used to change into a human). His hair is dyed blue, and he usually wears a light blue t-shirt with jeans.

Personality: Weed is compassionate, friendly, and is always happy to help others - rarely doubting their intentions. He is polite and has a strong, yet slightly naive, sense of moral. Evildoers may frustrate him, but he wishes to give them a second chance - as all living beings have only one life. He is very persistent, never giving up and telling others to hang on. Though sometimes he may be impulsive and reckless due to his age, and at some points the swings of sadness and anger take control of him.

History in Yorkville: Weed, deciding he needed of 'vacation', figured he would travel to this so called "Yorkville." This life seemed to be pretty nice! He lives in the North, inhabiting a room in the apartment. Daily visits to town, viewing the beach, he would stay here for a while!

Place of Dwelling: Apartment 111 1F

RP Sample: Weed leaned over his table, reaching out for the rubic's cube which was sitting on the other side. He loved these puzzles - he didn't know why they were so addicting. He grasped it, pulling it in front of him and scooting his chair back in order for him to prop his feet up on the stand. He clicked it about for a few minutes, before deciding to give it a break. He just wasn't in the mood today. "What time is it?" He questioned nothing in particular, jumping out of the chair and leaning through the doorframe to his bedroom. The clock read '4:54 PM'. The youngster let out a long breath, turning around and walking over to his door and twisting the little knob to lock it. Now he wouldn't be disturbed. He slipped back into the bedroom, removing his necklace and placing it in a special place. Soon enough, he reverted into his normal form - a canine. "Much better!" He yawned, his forelegs sliding across the floor as he stretched. A nap would be nice. Crouching down, he would jump upon his matress, circling the middle and flopping down once he felt it was satisfactory. But a few moments later, he was snoring up a storm, sprawled out upon the bed in an unceremonious sleeping position.

Other: W is real
I hope this is good?

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Both are accepted! Again, everything will be updated in the morning. Have fun posting in the other threads!

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