Sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ [ ɢxɢ + ᴘᴀғᴘ ]

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
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/.

    [fancypost bgcolor= white; bordercolor=black; width: 380px; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom; 10px;][b]All We Do Is Drive .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; width: 380px; height: 100px; background:url(https://45.media.tumblr.com/de…124aVfHj1upjz9mo1_500.gif); background-position: center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #F0F0F0; bordercolor=black; width: 380px; height: 154px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px; line-height: 90%; width: 380px; height: 130px; padding: 0px][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=NUMBERpx; width: 340px; width: 0px; height: 140px; font-size: 14px; overflow: auto; width: NUMBERpx; height: 130px; line-height: 100%; font-family: cordiaupc;][b]plot ;; My character is known by the majority of the school to be one cocky bastard. She's full of pride, humour, and dangerously high levels of sarcasm. Your character on the other hand, is the school's asshole. No body messes with her out of fear of having their life ruined. My character and your character have been rivals ever since the beginning of middle school. They pull pranks on eachother, argue, and annoying eachother until neither one of them can stand it. It's much like a game. One trying to outdo the other. Of course, one day things change between the two when my character catches yours sobbing in the girl's bathroom.


    my character laughs it off thinking she's trying to pull a prank on her, but then realizes she's not joking. My character then persuades your character to tell her whats the problem. My character begins to comfort yours until she stops crying. Your character then leaves the bathroom. As the week passes on, my character checks up on yours every now and then, making sure that she's okay, though that your character insists that she's fine and doesn't want her help. My character, being as stubborn as she is, ignores her request. The two soon become friends and as time passes, they grow feelings for one another.


    rules ;;
    I don't ask for much but for you to post at least once a day and 3-5 sentences per post. Also try not to kiss and diss, but I wont freak out if you do. Cussing is allowed, so go ahead a cuss as much as you want. I don't care.


    forms ;;
    you don't need a full laid out form. just a name, age, and image of your character should suffice.


    here's mine ;
    -

    name&& logan harley nash.
    age&& eighteen.
    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 340px; height: 0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 2px; text-align: center; color: #000000; font-family: cordiaupc; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.00;]template ©lynn. #lynn[/fancypost]

    Hi I'll make my character when I get to my laptop, so I suppose this is a track.

    [fancypost bgcolor=lightgrey; border: solid 3px white; width: 410px;]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: solid 3px white; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(https://samaraxalessa.files.wo…20150605_020601.jpg?w=470); background-size: 100%; margin-left: -11px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: solid 3px white; width: 250px; height: 100px; background: url(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/im…=jpg&size=l&tid=144899622); background-size: 100%;][/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 5pt white; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; margin-left: -55px;][size=25pt]M[/size]akenzie [size=25pt]R[/size]ose [size=25pt]W[/size]ay[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -55px;]You can't wake up 'cause this is not a dream. ♥[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .8;]
    FULL NAME&& Makenzie
    NICKNAME(S)&& Mykie
    GENDER/GENDER IDENTITY&& female/woman
    DATE OF BIRTH&& October 2nd
    AGE&& 17
    Talents&& drawing, doing make up(sfx and glam), writing, singing[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .8;]
    SHORT APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION&& Mykie is about average height and easily has an athletic build. Her hair was naturally red, but after dying it, it became a minty blue and silver mix. Her face is free of freckles, but her shoulders and back is not. She has average sized breast and doesn't exactly have 'junk in the trunk'. Her pale skin brings out her light blue eyes, which could easily lore a person in. All over her pale skin are metal bars of her piercings and beautiful ink, which she had been collecting since she was thirteen.
    HEIGHT/WEIGHT&& 5'6/119 lbs
    HAIR TYPE&& Straight
    - hair color: She wears wigs everyday, but he actual hair is a minty blue and silver at the moment.
    - hair length: Her wigs vary, but her actual hair ends above her shoulders
    - hair texture: Once again her wigs vary, but her real hair is very soft and silky.
    EYE SHAPE&& almond shaped and fairly large
    - eye color: blue
    SKIN TONE&& Pale
    BODY BUILD TYPE&& She is slim and she has a pretty athletic build.
    CLOTHING TYPE&& She has an alternative/punk style, though when she's alone(mostly at home) her style is probably considered pretty mainstream.

    winter


    summer


    BODY MODIFICATIONS&& She has more than anyone in the school which are piercings and tattoos.

    Display Spoiler


    [/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .8;]
    SHORT PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION&& Mykie, on the outside, is the biggest dick to walk planet earth. She will point out every flaw she can within a person, just to make herself feel warm and fluffy. Though if you somehow become friends with her, you'll realize she's a very meaningful person and is actually oddly positive.
    - positive traits: Meaningful(with kindness), social, public speaker, positive.
    - negative traits: judgmental, cocky, isolated, limited social circles, rebellious.
    - likes: art, reading, writing, make up, music, singing, playing instruments, parties.
    - dislikes: fakes, softies, cowards, school, core subject(math, history, ect), being looked down upon.
    HISTORY&& Mykie was born to Damian and Miranda Way in their early thirties, long after both had succeeded as lawyers. Mykie was raised in a lofty life with her five other siblings. As the third oldest she was often left responsible for her younger brother and sisters, due to Thomas and Jenny being lazy. Though this responsibility did not stop her from getting in trouble. If anything it got her in more trouble. Right before Melody and Racheal was born her mother was diagnosed with stage four cancer which had spread to several vital organs. The doctors said her mother had six months to live, but she surpassed that. Two years after being diagnosed her mother was put in the hospital, and to put it simply, there was no saving her. And her broke Mykie to pieces(this is what 'causes her to cry in the bathroom)
    - parents: Damian Way- alive- 47
    Miranda Way - deceased-42(when passed)
    - siblings: Thomas Way- brother- alive- 23
    Jenny Way- sister- alive- 19
    Micheal Way- brother- alive- 12
    Melody and Racheal Way- sisters- alive- 2
    - other kin: Her brother,Thomas, is married to his husband Ruphio. [/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .8;]
    RELATIONSHIP STATUS&& Single
    LOVE INTEREST&& none/will be Logan of course
    BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND&& none/none
    SPOUSE&& none[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .8;]
    MUSE LEVEL&& 9/10
    ACTIVITY LEVEL&& Everyday
    OTHER&& Nope[/fancypost]


    [/fancypost][align=center][size=6pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | PREMADE TEMPLATE | #BOKEHFANCY[/size]

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Murder Corpse ().

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid black; width: 106px; height: 145px; background: url(http://40.media.tumblr.com/784…46t4QklW1qewpweo1_500.jpg); background-position: center; background-size: 160%][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid black; border-left: none; width: 106px; height: 145px; background: url(http://40.media.tumblr.com/cde…s919SCx1rgicq7o1_1280.jpg); background-position: center; background-size: 160%; margin-left: -4px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid black; border-left: none; width: 106px; height: 145px; background: url(http://40.media.tumblr.com/de3…ot2a7PY1rgicq7o1_1280.jpg); background-position: center; background-size: 160%; margin-left: -4px;][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= white; bordercolor=black; width: 380px; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom; 10px;]Logan Nash .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; width: 380px; height: 200px; background:url(http://40.media.tumblr.com/9f2…lpiroFvY1rgicq7o1_500.jpg); background-position: center][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= #F0F0F0; bordercolor=black; width: 380px; height: 154px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-size: 9px; line-height: 90%; width: 380px; height: 130px; padding: 0px][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=NUMBERpx; width: 340px; width: 0px; height: 140px; font-size: 14px; overflow: auto; width: NUMBERpx; height: 130px; line-height: 100%; font-family: cordiaupc;]Great! I'll start us off.


    It was around six o'clock in the morning when my alarm clock started to go off. Of course, I was sleeping soundly, enjoying whatever dream I was having. Then there was the alarm that woke me up so rudely with it's damn beep! beep! beep! I let out an irritated groan before slamming my hand down onto the off button, finally ending the dreadful noise. I slipped away from warmth and safety of the covers of my bed and shuffled over to the bathroom. I turned on my shower and began to strip out of my pajama clothing. Once I was finished with my shower I began to dress myself for school. I honestly wasn't looking forward to going. I would have to see that bitch named Makenzie. I never liked her and never would. We had been rivals ever since middle school- always trying to one-up the other. I was the winner, as always.


    After all my school prepping and whatnot, I left my house. My parents were out on a business trip so I didn't have anyone to say goodbye to- except for my two dogs, Kaiser and Kodak. When I reached the school I was met with a couple of '[b]heys!' and 'what's up, logan?'s as well as I few handshakes. I guess you could say I was pretty popular with the students here, mostly because of my irresistible personality. Hey, what can I say? I'm one hell of a charmer.


    I soon entered the school, casually making my way down the crowded halls. On the way to my locker, I heard what seemed to be a female cry coming from the bathrooms. Although I may seem like an asshole, I really wasn't. I couldn't stand to see people upset. I walked into the girl's bathroom and looked around for the person who the noise was coming from. As soon as my brown eyes landed on the girl who was crying, I was shocked. The person who was making all that noise was my worst enemy, Makenzie Way.
    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 340px; height: 0px; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 2px; text-align: center; color: #000000; font-family: cordiaupc; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.00;]template ©lynn. #lynn[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=5px; width: 130px; height: 150px; border-radius: 900px; background: url(http://www.animated-gifs.eu/kitchen-cups/0077.gif); background-position: center bottom; float: left; margin-right: 40px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 250px; margin-top: 100px; margin-left: 30px;][fancypost bgcolor=#151515; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 40px; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; margin-left: -100px; margin-top: -5px; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 30pt; text-align: center; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: Georgia; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px snow; letter-spacing: -2px;]★ Makenzie Way[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=black; border: none; width: 410px; height: 170px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -15px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 170px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 170px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: verdana]The morning started out like usual. Get up four hours early, put on my make u, a wig, and some clothes, then head to the hospital. Mom was getting worse and I could feel it inside my chest that I...we...were loosing her. She was loosing us. I sat there beside her for what felt like forever, telling her about school yesterday and that I was still the best smart ass our high school had ever seen before it was time to go.
    I grabbed my backpack took a deep breath and left, drove to school taking deep breaths like I've had to do for months to keep myself from looking weeks around this stupid high school. As I got out my old VW Beetle, the one mom had when she was a teen, my phone f]vibrated and began to let out Hallajuah by Panic! At The Disco. I walked faster as I answered, pushing people out of my way and telling all who dared to talk to me to fuck off. Then my dad's sniffling voice began through the phone, "Mykie...the hospital called, " his vice cracked and I could hear him trying to recover his vocal strength, "The hospital called and...your mother...your mother finally passed"
    With those words I closed my eyes,my grip o my phone to tight that my knuckles turned a pale pinkish white. Then I hung up, not a word escaped my as I ran to the bathroom pressing myself against the white tile wall, trying so hard to hold myself together, And the piece by piece I fell apart into a bawling mess, not even acknowledging the fact that the bathroom door squeaked open.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=#151515; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 5px; font-size: 5pt; margin-left: 30px; line-height: 5pt; text-align: center; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: Georgia;]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:330px;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;font-size:7pt]It took me a moment of openly staring at her to realize what was going on. pshhh! Makenzie Way? Crying? Never would that happen. Not even in a million years. She had to be faking it. She always faked shit to try and trick me. Sadly, I had to admit she had fooled me before and it didn't turn out pretty in the end. Sighing, I crossed my arms and leaned against the bathroom walls, continuing to watch her put on her little facade. I couldn't help but smirk at the pathetic attempt to get me to pity her. I simply began to snicker until I got tired of the act. Wiping my eyes, I finally opened my mouth to speak. "Bravo. Bravo. I must admit, you're getting better at trying to decieve people with your little plays. You almost had me fooled once again, but then I remembered someone as cold as you can't cry."