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[size=8]hi everybody! ^^
this is where i will keep many of my faceclaims, pictures and bios - please don't post but feel free to look c:
ʟɪᴋᴇ wᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢoɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ ʏouɴɢ || ʟɪoинᴇᴀʀт's cнᴀʀᴀcтᴇʀ ɢᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ
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If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.
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|| Scarlet . Daphne . Ascoria || District. Two ||
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10px;][justify][color=black]x IC x The sun was out. The blonde girl barely even noticed it until she spared a rare glance out of the window, cat-like eyes narrowing slightly in the bright light as she regarded the clear blue sky. It was ironic, really, the beauty that was regarded with sunlight; she could recall so many poems, books, and songs that described the happiness the sun seemed to bring, so many descriptions that labelled it as a giver of life, a symbol of good, a bright beacon of hope in an ever-dying world. Of course, Scarlet had read more books than she could count on descriptions such as these, and she, more than many others, knew what the sun really was.A ball of flaming gas, nothing more, nothing less. And as Scarlet tilted her head slightly, squinting as she attempted to regard the bright white circle, she was reminded that even the sun would, one day, burn and die like everything else. It was no more a beacon of hope than she was.
After all, if it was what so many people said it was, then surely so much wouldn't be happening right now, surely she wouldn't have woken up just a few minutes before to realize that it was her turn to go into an arena to get killed. Although, at least Scarlet knew what was going to happen. There would be no chance factor in it today, because it was her turn to volunteer as tribute in the place of whoever was picked out. It just so happened that today fell on a Quarter Quell, and she'd learned only a few days before that this year, she'd be working with someone else. One skill that she had no managed to acquire from years of training to win.All too soon, Scarlet's green-flecked eyes began to burn with the ache of staring for so long, and she blinked, turning her gaze away from the bright sky and into the seemingly dim lighting of her bedroom. In a few moments, her sight had adjusted once more, and her dark pupils dilated a little as the eighteen-year-old pushed herself from where she was sitting on her bed and stalked across the floor to the doorway. Whilst the future tribute was by no means afraid, she was nervous, but she knew that refusing to get up wouldn't put the Reaping off for any longer than doing something else would. And maybe if she distracted herself, this would all be over soon.
Half an hour later, Scarlet was ready. Her parents, who knew what was coming, had been fawning over her all morning as any mother and father would, but this only depressed her further; it was as if they knew already that she was never coming back, and that this was their last chance to see their only daughter properly. So she'd been avoiding them, and had spent most of her time in her room. The clothes that Scarlet had chosen were relatively simple, a red dress that befitted her name suiting her figure despite the fact that she rarely wore anything with a skirt. Her blonde hair had been left to cascade in loose curls around her shoulders, giving her an almost innocent, child-like appearance. Of course, everybody already knew that she'd been the best female by far to be trained in her year, with a preference towards throwing knives and an agility that left others far behind. That was, after all, why Scarlet had been instructed to volunteer.
As soon as she was ready, the period of time between her room and the Reaping passed in an unforgiving blur. Her father was a peacekeeper and therefore was already there when she and her mother walked to the square. It was then that they split up, Scarlet's mother standing with the other older females and Scarlet going to stand with those her own age. However, when she attempted to stand with the others, a peacekeeper directed her to the edge of the row. So she could get up to the podium more easily.
Suddenly, everything seemed real. until now, it had just been a faint expectation, something that would happen in Scarlet's future as she spent every hour of every day training until her bones hurt. Now, it was really happening, and the girl began to panic in her mind, the faint voice of Cassia Horne, their District Escort, and that of the District's mayor fading into a droning buzz in the back of her mind. She suddenly realized that she could easily die in the games; yes, she had a natural advantage over non-Career tributes, but what about 1 and 3? And even then, there was the Quarter Quell twist; Scarlet wasn't aware of who the male tribute would be, as they trained separately, and maybe he would be a dead-weight. She would have to work with him, but what if he got her killed? She didn't work well with people, after all.
"Melidia Speare!"
That was the female tribute who'd been picked, the words ringing out in the tense silence. Something was supposed to happen now. Scarlet opened her mouth to volunteer, but somehow nothing came out. People were staring, and for several short moments Melidia, a tiny little fourteen-year-old, looked increasingly petrified.
"I volunteer as tribute." There it was. Relaxing a little, Scarlet looked up towards Cassia Horne as the peacekeepers escorted her up onto the podium. For some reason she was no longer so nervous, and instead her mind started to work on her side. Relax. District 2 tributes are always the strongest; we have the most victors, and now there'll be two of us working together. They wouldn't have chosen me to be the tribute if I wasn't good, and besides, if I win, i'll spend the rest of my life in luxury. Just... Relax. Finally, Scarlet's breathing began to slow down and settle into a steady rhythm, and she smiled, remembering her father's advice to seem as eager for this as a member of the Capitol watching the Games. And so she looked calm, on the outside at least, as she waited with doubting thoughts for the male tribute to be chosen, the biggest variable in an otherwise thought out plan.x OOC x Here you go, it turns out I had some time on my hands. c:
I hope it's alright, I was kind of just winging it ^^[/fancypost]
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[color=black]ALICE | VICTORIA | ROGERS
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It's where my demons hide[/size][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; background: url(); borderwidth=4px; width: 200px; border-bottom-radius:2px; border:0px dashed ; border-radius:0px; overflow: auto; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black][size=7pt]Ever since she was a child, Alice had been taught that everyone was equal and everyone was unique. She'd been taught how to think fairly, and how to make quick judgements of someone's character. You see, even though her father was entirely focused on making her a good soldier, he was not a bad man and with his skills he passed on his morals. It wasn't his fault that Alice disagreed with those morals.
When it came to the army, Alice agreed that everyone was equal; one would just as often save a dying private than a dying captain, but she did not agree that everyone was unique. When it came to soldiers, there were three types of men; those rare few that didn't judge by looks and were actually quite nice; those like Hayes who attempted to get around their prejudice by messing with her. And then there were the men who often decided that, as Alice was a girl, she needed looking out for. It was this group that she disliked the most, as both she and Hayes knew that she could fight her own battles. And yet here someone was, interfering.
As she demanded that Hayes let her go, Alice's fist was already clenched slightly in preparation for what would undoubtedly result in another punch. Except this time, she would enjoy it more. But almost as soon as her words passed her lips, another voice intervened, the tenor of a man that she did not recognize.
"You heard her private. did your mother drop you on the head too many times as a child for you to realize that she is not interested in whatever you have to offer? "
The words brought a slight twinge of hurt to Hayes as his mother was mentioned, and a flicker of irritation to Alice's light brown eyes. To her surprise, however, Hayes then proceeded to begrudgingly let go of her arm, attempting a relaxed laugh.
"Easy there, Diablo, we were just messing around," He defended, his voice holding a small amount of reluctance as he slowly turned and walked off. Alice watched him, waiting. And as soon as he was out of earshot, she turned to the newcomer, her eyes narrowed slightly.
She definitely knew the stranger by sight, her gaze flickering over his grinning features and relatively fit physique. They had already travelled together over to the camp, she remembered, but they had never spoken. There was something about him that already frustrated Alice, even if she couldn't decide what it was.
"And how would you know what I'm interested in?" She asked, tilting her head up slightly to meet his gaze. Her voice was smooth, and laced with honey, but at the same time the words carried a hint of anger.
"Besides," Alice added after a moment, finishing her silent evaluation of the stranger. "I can fight my own battles. This is a war, in case you hadn't noticed." Most people would probably be grateful if someone stood up for them. Alice wasn't most people. She disliked the fake emptiness that people used when being polite, and she disliked others who didn't speak their mind. It wasted time, and it wasn't like they were trying to make friends here; she knew only too well that half of the people she spoke to would probably be dead by the time this endless war came to a close.
And so Alice hid nothing as she regarded the one Hayes had called 'Diablo' closely, her bright gaze searching him for clues as to who he was, where he was from. He didn't seem particularly special for the average soldier; he was quite good-looking, yes, but Alice dismissed that fact quickly. Looks got you nowhere on the battlefield. She wondered why Hayes had called him 'Diablo'. It was evidently a nickname, the Spanish word for Devil. And, although she hated to admit it, it intrigued Alice slightly. After all, you had to be special or noteworthy or just plain different to get a nickname that stuck; so far, the favourites for Alice among the others had been 'Tinkerbelle' and 'Princess'. At first it was usually just because she was a girl that didn't seem suited for the battlefield, and then, after a few violent episodes, the names were used ironically. Either way, Alice found it unbearably annoying, and yet managed to ignore it, knowing too well that if she punched everything that annoyed her there soon wouldn't be a single man in the army without a black eye. -
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Well hi there! c: *hugs*
So, yeah, welcome to my super amazing plotting thread, I've made loads but they always seem to work quite well and I'm running out of of threads so HERE YA GO:• First, some rules •
• RULE ONE: As for genders, I much prefer playing females but I will be wiling to play a male unless I feel I can't with a certain plot, so don't be offended if I say so c:
I am always willing to double up ^^
• RULE TWO: I maintain the right to turn you down if I don't think you're advanced enough - at least three paragraphs per post please unless you have low muse or I really like you but I will usually match whatever you post so I'm up for uber advanced as well. Also, I greatly appreciate it when people take the time to make their posts look appealing as well, even if it's just a change of font or something.
• RULE THREE: Please, please, please be loyal. Seriously. Can't stress this enough. If you run out of muse for a thread, just tell me, and I promise I won't bite.
• RULE FOUR: I will fill this is as soon as I think of another rule... c:• What I Will Definitely Roleplay •
• ROOMMAANNNCCEEEE
• bxg
• Dystopian
• Harry Potter
• Percy Jackson
• New world, Pocahontas type threads
• Medieval/old timey (wartime, middle ages, pretty much anything)
• Anything else, probably c:• What I Will Roleplay •
• High School
• Vampires and werewolves AS LONG AS IT'S NOT CLICHED
• Gangs
• Showbusiness and stuff as long as it's not based on real celebs c:
• Powers
• Asylum
• Realistic
• Apocalyptic
• Supernatural (genre, not show)[size=14][font=cursive]• What I Will Not Roleplay •
• Incest; rape - Do I really need to explain this?
• Books/movies/games that I'm not familiar with
• OC's
• Storylines of books/movies etc.
• Ghosts/dead stuff
• bxb, gxg - Nothing against it, just no muse :c
• Self harmAnything else, feel free to ask 'cause I'll probably be able to do it ^^
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