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 Anarch ★ (#43404) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2020-09-06 01:35:06 |
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Folklore (#139547)
Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-09-14 23:43:23 |
0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 18/09/20 @ 09:57:24 by ♛LadySeer♛ (#139547) |
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silverclouds (#206440)
Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-09-15 04:39:29 |
"i'm happy on my own." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 16/09/20 @ 06:04:27 by Silverstar is tired (#206440) |
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xena (#152934)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-09-16 07:27:21 |
|"People only find me interesting because they can't tell whether I'm serious or not"| ---------------------------- G E N E R A L Name: Sekhmet Tali|sehk-meht -- tah-lee| Nicknames: Sekki ( preferred by everyone) Gender: Female - She/Her Age: 24 Years, 3 months Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic Species: Shapeshifter Role: Warrior |"When I say it doesn't hurt me ,that means I can bear it"| ---------------------------- A P P E A R A N C E Complexion: Tan Eye Color: Honey Brown Hair Color: Black Hair Length: long; to mid-back Hair Texture: wavy, thick, healthy Hair-style: In a ponytail Scars: Across her left shoulder, large Piercings: 5 ear piercings on each side, two in the lobe and the other three in the upper cartilage of her ears. Tattoos: Two lionesses on her back in a "yin and yang" style Height: 5'2" Weight: a measly 123 pounds Clothing: A black oversized, tucked in, tee-shirt with a wave on it and coral coloured cargo shorts that reach just above her knees and is secured around her waist with a large, black ribbon tied in a bow. She also wears "doc-martin" boots. Accessories: Another black bowed ribbon that secures her hair in a pony |"If I ignore a friend I have the ability to help, wouldn't I be betraying them?"| ---------------------------- H A B I T S / F E A R S Good Habits: Listening, Overprotective Bad Habits: Screaming unnecessarily(in fear) Depending on others, gullible Fears: spiders, snakes, the apocolypse |"Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."| ---------------------------- P E R S O N A L I T Y Sekmhet is a very open, conscientious, extraverted, and agreeable person. She is also very gullible and easily tricked. She is both open-hearted and open-minded and will listen to everybody and everything she comes across and tends to see only the good in everything until it screws her over. She is often looked over when she has an opinion, but she still listens to everyone else's. Despite all this, she is also a very intelligent and logical person.If someone is lying or something is off about a person or situation, she is one of the first to figure it out. She is super keen on nature and would never hurt a spider in it's natural habitat. However, if the arachnid finds itself in her possessions, bags can be seen in the air and the terrified girl will be found screeching and hiding behind someone. She is also very tolerable and has an extremely high temper and tolerance, especially that of pain. |"Who wants to have their life planned out for them?"| ---------------------------- L I K E S / D I S L I K E S/ E X T R A S Likes: Nature,the sun, medicines, healing, plagues Dislikes: Moon, chaos, the cold, hellhounds |"Nevertheless, I feel the pain."| ---------------------------- I N V E N T O R Y Sentimental Item(s): Weapon(s): A katana Other(s): Nothing much, a change of socks and gems she likes Bag(s): A fanny pack. ---------------------------- L I O N E S S F O R M Shoulder Height: 3.8 feet Weight: 271 lbs Pelt color: Albino Eyes: grey Canine Length: 1.4 inches Lethality: 79% Max Speed: 55 MPH _________________ R A V E N F O R M Breed: White-Necked Raven Shoulder Height: 27 inches Weight: 271 lbs Wingspan: 18 inches Eyes: Grey/ Silver Lethality: 50 / 50 Max Speed: 11 metres per second ---------------------------- F A M I L Y Father: Tahali Tali Mother: Nexilette Tali Background: Sekhmet was born in the winter of a devastating time. Her father was deathly ill and her mother was out of a job. Once she was born, she had barely seen her parents as they were gone working or too ill to visit. Both of her parents perished when she was 8. After that, she took care of the house, grew her own food, and ultimately learned to live by herself. She also accidentally shifted from hum, lioness, and raven sporadically and that is how she learned of her skill. She would often hang out with another shifter, who she had never seen in human form, instead they would fly around or Sekki would run alongside the other bird shifter. At the age of 21, she found the nomads as they travelled through her village. She was the only one left in her village and thought it best to join them. She left a note for her shifter friend that she had for years on end and fought battling tears as she pinned it on the doorframe and left with the group. The note read " Dearest friend, I am off with a group of nomads that share our skill and different alike. The group is not large, just a few lycans and a few of us shifters. I regret telling you that I must leave, but I do not regret leaving. Join us if you'd like, I'll miss you most dearly my feathery friend. With love, Sekmhet Tali. ". And with that, she never saw her friend again. ---------------------------- E X T R A S: Scent: Vanilla with hints of lime Voice: slightly deeper than the average female; English accent Illnesses: N/a Prescription(s): N/a Catch Phrase: "Life is a tradegy." Theme: Must Have Been the Wind - Alec Benjamin "I heard a glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine...and it sounded like she'd been crying...She said ' I think your ears are playing tricks on you, sweater zipped up to her chin, thank you caring sir that's nice of you but I have to go back in'...I know exactly what I'll say...We can talk about the noise when your ready, but 'till then, I'll say It must've been the wind. " Relationships: Thanatos | liked | Adol. Hecate | liked | Second Calida | liked | first Favorite Quotes from Sekhmet: "I've been hurt plenty of times. So why do I still feel pain" " I'll do it. Even if I die protecting you!" "Supporting each other shouldn't be a big deal" "If clothes could speak, your clothes would ask you,'is this you? are you comfortable with yourself? are you happily wearing yourself? Who are you today? Is it still you?' Whatever you choose to wear, never forget that you are still you. Be you." "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my promise. Even if I die trying." |"The stronger someone is, the better they are at hiding that strength"| 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 23/09/20 @ 20:50:05 by xena (#152934) |
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Zeeb (#211486)
Maneater View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-09-17 02:43:50 |
Name: Laurens de Vries Age: 62 Gender: Cisgender man. Sexuality: Demisexual. Homoromantic. Species: Shapeshifter. Group: Nomads. Rank: Artisan. Personality: Laurens is somewhat difficult to pin down, as a person. Decades of practiced lying allow him to obfuscate his true intent and feelings very easily. He tends to want to keep people at arm's length, but typically stops his attempts to rebuff people's attention before becoming visibly upset. Even when he is happy with a person or situation, he usually only betrays it with the slightest smile. While he is difficult to get to know, he is far from shy. In fact, he is the type to be absolutely silent during a group conversation, only to pipe up with a single observation or necessary question seemingly out of nowhere, even if it means interrupting someone of high rank. His gruff exterior belies a man who wants to help everyone in his group to succeed -- to survive. He'll arm them, protect them with his own claws, and even revert to banditry if he must. In the end, the Nomads have a loyal old bear for as long as they choose to keep him. At this point, it is almost habitual for him to pick a situation apart for angles of attack, opportunities to catch someone off guard or to begin his side of a swindle. Even after years on his own, away from his life as an opportunistic bandit, he finds himself beginning to lie to those he travels with about something innocuous, only to halt his speech or play it off as a joke. It might shock some people to know that Laurens has a downright playful side. He hasn't showed it in years, of course, beyond the occasional harmless prank. Sometimes, in the fire light during a crisp, cool night, he finds himself smiling to memories of singing with his family; chasing his compatriots in mock anger; and pretending to sip tea with his daughter while she served a rock scone to her pet lizard. It has been some time since he let anyone become close enough to him to see him being lighthearted, loving, or boisterously humorous. Laurens himself believes that that part of him is gone for good. Appearance: In his human form, Laurens is a large, older Caucasian man. His face is hard, and principle among his wrinkles are the bags beneath his eyes. His eyes are the color of honeyed whisky, and they are sharp despite his almost weary, weather-worn face. Permanent frown lines are hidden beneath a long, white beard. The hair atop his head is long and thin. Where once it was blond, white has all but taken over. Now, only the occasional strand of gold mingles with the white. When not working, Laurens wears his hair down. Otherwise, it is usually kept secured in a ponytail or bun, to keep it out of his eyes... and out of the forge, should he have access to a large enough one to pose a significant hazard. Standing at just over six feet tall, Laurens cut a rather intimidating figure in his youth. Now, tempered with the various marks and slouch of age, he looks less like a bruiser and more like the workhorse he's become. His broad shoulders and strong, muscular arms complement his barrel chest. He has a healthy amount of fat at his middle, but make no mistake -- this therianthrope has plenty of muscle hidden beneath. When he isn't behind a table or sitting with a blanket on his lap, one might find their eye drawn to Laurens' left leg. It has been amputated just above the knee, and he typically wears a hand-forged prosthetic leg during his waking hours. The prosthesis is of simple design, somewhat resembling a wide-bottomed iron crutch near the foot. It is several years old, and is covered in nicks and wear despite Laurens' diligent care. The scars that he gained in the same incident that claimed his leg are mostly hidden by clothing, and consist of several deep claw marks, one of which runs up the side of his neck. Laurens dresses simply, in dark colors. He relies on suspenders to keep his trousers in place. The reason for this is partly sentimental, as his last partner North always told Laurens that suspenders suited him. Not surprisingly for someone of with his background, Laurens makes his own clothes, and all but the oldest outfits are properly fitted. He isn't so quick with sewing as he used to be, but he finds it calming enough that he has amassed quite the collection of clothing for himself.
Laurens' default form is that of a Eurasian brown bear. His fur is atypical in color; instead of a rich brown, Laurens is a pale blond. White hairs can be spotted around his muzzle, should one look close enough to differentiate them from the blond. His sunken cheeks, absent left hind leg, and whisky-colored eyes all remain in his bear form. His prosthetic doesn't shift with him, of course. As a bear, he is resigned to hobbling, and never standing on his rear paws as he once could. As a side note, he can be found in his bear form fairly frequently, during hours where he isn't working. This is another relic of his past, when he needed to protect his family in the evenings and during travel. Relationships: North - Former Partner - Deceased Guinevere - Daughter (non-biological) - Unknown, presumed dead Jillian - Close Friend - Unknown, presumed dead History Warnings: Death, robbery, dismemberment. Also a long read because he's old. Other: Human Image Source Bear Image Source 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 17/09/20 @ 03:00:16 by Zeeb (#211486) |
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West (#43497)
Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-09-23 21:56:22 |
 Name Hazel Eloise Moreau ("Hay-zul Ell-o-ees More-o") Age Twenty-three Years Gender Female Sexuality Heterosexual (Bi-curious) Species Shapeshifter - Wolverine & W.A Wild Dog Group The Nomads Rank Provider "I walked across an empty land I knew the pathway like the back of my hand I felt the earth beneath my feet Sat by the river, and it made me complete" Personality A woman of many colors, Hazel can often be described as someone whose mind runs miles a minute. Every little thing is over-analyzed and ran through a million and one options and endings, and even still, she'll second-guess her decisions well after they're made. An observer at heart, she is just as nosy as her animal form(s), often times lingering in groups to hear things not meant for her ears and watching from afar when curiosity strikes. Her focus can be a dangerous thing, mainly because she can get too involved in her tasks and lost in her thoughts. More than a few times her brother bested her in past years while she was preoccupied with a hunt or trail. Just as emotional and high-strung as her wolverine counterpart, she's quick to startle, quick to anger, and suprisingly enough considering her stature, quick to attack when the situation calls for it. She has a compassion for the "little guys" and a joy for living life, but also a habit of being sucked into her own thoughts and unknowingly pushing herself into seclusion. Even with her boisterous demeanor, she's not the best at forming meaningful relationships, and as much as she prefers being included and feeling a sense of unity with the group, she feels she'll always find herself on the outer edge of the pack. "Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin"  Appearance Hazel is an average young woman in stature and physique, her skin a pale caramel in the summer and a lighter beige in the winter, small brown freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders that become almost nonexistent in the warmer season. She stands with confidence straightening her spine, her full height reaching an even 5 foot, 6 inches. She has a full shape, muscles taut under her skin and the curves of her hips pronounced slightly under her natural-toned clothing and accessories. Long, honey-dipped locks of mouse-brown curl around her shoulders and collarbones, glinting like threads of tinted gold in the sunlight. Most of the time she will pull the locks back into a braid or simple ponytail to keep them out of the way when fighting, or running. Full, pink lips curl at the corners in a semi-permanent grin, and she tends to carry a mischievous glint in her honey and olive hued eyes. In her wolverine form, she also holds an average shape, standing at just over a foot and some inches tall and weighing in at a stout thirty three pounds. Her figure is muscular, with thick but not-so-lengthy legs, her paws wide-set and ending in long, retractile claws. Thick, dark brown fur - almost black except in bright sunlight - starts at her face, lines her legs, and finishes at her short but thick tail. The fur that surrounds her dark mask is a paler cream-brown, tipping her ears in the same hue, and though the fur along her sides mimics that same color, it darkens slightly to a bronzed mahogany. There is a wide line of light fur dashed evenly across her chest and her eyes are a deep, intelligent umber. In her dog skin, Hazel is a lithe and multi-colored canine that stands a few inches above the average human male's knee. She has a limber build and a slightly rounded face tipped with wide, long ears that are consistently moving with each sound. Her legs are primarily spotted dark over white fur, her tail ending in the same bright hue. The orange of her coat is the brightest over her back and sides, darkening over her face and down her legs until it blends with the black that already spots her pelt. Her wide, dark chocolate eyes are much more intense in this form than her human form, though arguably more mischievous and joking than ferocious, unlike her wolverine. "I came across a fallen tree I felt the branches of it looking at me Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?"  Relationships Amelia Thompson-Moreau - Mother "She was more graceful, more loving, and more generous than I can ever hope to be." Oliver Moreau - Father "A family man through and through, no one can ever replace him and the love he shared with us all." Grayson Moreau - Brother "He's definitely out there - he's too stubborn to have just died. Believe me. I know he's alive." Calida - Leader - neutral, distrustful "I don't have much of a 'read' on Calida yet - but I wait faithfully to see what kind of leader she blossoms into. We need someone with a strong head on their shoulders, now more than ever." History Hazel has a history much like most other cryptids in the current world - turned into prey and forced into hiding, into running. They lived in a “town” for a long while when Hazel and her brother were young, a few other families of shifters who had similar ideals who created a self-sustaining and tight-knit community. A born wolverine shifter, that shape came first, naturally, and she had a joyous childhood with the other shifter children playing in the forests. Hazel and her family felt well at-home there, until other shapeshifters and a few weres began moving through the area as she aged into a teen - one shifter, on a particularly somber night, warned them of the coming dangers, but it wasn't until their village was attacked and burned to the ground that her family took the warnings seriously. They took their meager belongings and turned to the forests, where they roamed for years until they ventured too far off their usual migration paths. Over those years, Hazel refined her shifting abilities until stepping into her wolverine shape was like stepping into a welcoming creek, and until her body eventually accepted the form of a wild dog. Always feeling more connected to her mother's canine shapes - she'd been both a large hound and a wolf throughout the years - Hazel was astonished and beyond excited when she finally took her second animal form. Years passed and she perfected stepping into her dog form until it too came with the ease of shedding a jacket. Barely an adult, Hazel was still loyally following her parents - who had unknowingly lost their way in newly claimed lands - when the Onai Pack took their lives. Having recently stretched their borders, her family had had zero idea they were venturing onto hostile stranger lands. Before they had time to retreat or explain, their parents were caught in the teeth and claws of the territorial werewolves there. In the panic, she and her brother were separated, and never managed to find one another afterwards. She desperately believes he is alive and out there, but to keep herself alive and sane, she banded with The Nomads when she crossed paths with them after a few years of seclusion. Other Somewhere Only We Know - Keane (cover by Lilly Allen) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 07/10/20 @ 19:21:51 by West (#43497) |
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bagelfoot [rainforest cafe] (#209358) Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2020-09-25 13:52:40 |
Name: Azeviche is his given name. You can call him that or Zero. IF someone gets close enough, he MIGHT let them call him a nickname built from his real name (i.e. Az, Azzy or Vic). Age: 36 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual, no preference Species: Shapeshifter (mugger crocodile) Group: Nomads Rank: Provider (specializes in fishing/hunting underwater, for obvious reasons) Personality: general Azeviche is very hot-and-cold. He feels emotions very deeply. A single insult will make his body burn with rage. Sadness will consume him, make him still and lazy. But joy fills him to the brim, and he can enjoy life to the maximum. However, in the current state of the world, he is slow to trust and aggressive. He does get embarrassed easily by those he's close to, however. Compliments catch him off guard. positive traits He is very protective of those he has bonded with, and his loyalty is unmatched. Azeviche is hardworking and takes pride in helping out the group in any way he can, though normally that's hunting or fishing. He will do whatever tasks are necessary, though. flaws Because he takes jabs and remarks so personally, Zero has a tough time refraining from physical fights. He knows the rules, and he knows combat is forbidden within the Nomads, but he strives to uphold his honor. He also tends to assume the worst about people. Appearance:  art cred He has somewhat dark skin, dark eyes, and bushy eyebrows. He tries to keep his hair as neat as possible, so it doesn't get in the way of his face. Azeviche has vitiligo, so across his body there are patches of paler skin. As a crocodile, he is dark grey, bumpy, and vaguely log-like. Relationships: None at the moment. He's on neutral ground/acquaintances with those in the Nomads clan, but he has no other family or relationships. YET. History: Az doesn't talk much about his history, though he hasn't been through anything more traumatic than most. He had to travel for years, nearly dying dozens of times, after his family was devoured by beasts. Occasionally he would meet another humanoid, whether they be shapeshifter or werewolf. He was generally suspicious of the latter, but deep down, he greatly valued their company. He stumbled across the nomads by pure luck, at that point wholly believing that he would not survive another year. Even now, he knows he might not. Other: He's a total sweetheart once you gain his trust, and he falls in love easily past that point. He's also a switch, and generally his alignment would be chaotic good. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/09/20 @ 14:38:01 by bagelfoot [RR G1] (#209358) |
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