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  • High Ridge Dragon Riding Academy // Role Play // Open

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    OOC: Me right? If not then eh.







    She took the chalice shaking slightly, still nervous from her thoughts, without a break for her thoughts to ru wild she took a sip of the liquid.
    "45 minutes," she thought, walking off towards the dragons.




    Nothing stood out to her as she walked, not a single flower or dragon. Nothing.




    She could hear dragons around her, but couldn't see them, they seemed to be avoiding her. As soon as she noticed this she just knew that she wasn't going to be picked.




    "Who goes there," something creaked.
    "What"
    After she said that you could hear a roar of anger or (for some) agitation.
    "WHO GOES THERE,"It this time roared.
    "C-Clara. I'm Clara"
    Although, she couldn't see it she knew it was close.
    "Why are you here"
    "I'm supposed to wait for a dragon to pick me as i-its rider," she said with as much courage and determination she could acquire.
    "I guess I choose you, as my soul has already," it snorted.




    After the dragon said that she same something come out of a hill. A magnificent dragon as black as night stood in front of the hill (she also noticed there wasn't anything the dragon could of come out of).




    "Thank you. Its been past 37 minutes, we should head back towards the others of my group"




    As they walked together, back towards the group, she noticed how the dragon kept itself. How it walked and the way it held itself. She was already guessing it was stuck up.
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  • High Ridge Dragon Riding Academy // Role Play // Open

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    This was it the moment that she'd be dreading. Ever since she feel off a tree and broke her arms she's been scared of heights. Although, she knew that she'd be flying she didn't know it'd be this soon.




    Anyways, the dragon (who she needed to learn its name) dipped it head and neck down for her to climb on. First, she slung her arms around its neck.
    Second, she climbed over the dragon untill she was comfortable.
    Third, she tensed her arm up and patted it on its neck as a signal to lift up.
    At the sudden departure from the ground she threw her other arm that wasn't on its neck already around its beck holding on as tight as she could.
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  • the new generation of hunters [supernatural-sign ups-simi advanced]

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    (nicknames) Hi


    (gender) Female


    (age) 16


    (family your part of) Is it okay of she's the daughter of Crowley?


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    *Fair person
    -Cocky
    *Good listener
    -Kind of cruel
    *Quiet
    -Bad judgement of character


    (personality) If anyone could actually get close to Heidi without her father down her neck every second, they would know she's a sweet heart and would make a good friend. Being the princess of h*LL isn't easy and having a overprotective father makes it even worse, through it all she has learned to be cruel and heartless. She's a good character if you make it past her cockiness. She makes good decisions although since her limited experience with other 'creatures' she is fooled easily by meager facade's .


    (history) All of her life she's been in h*LL never actually encountering anyone other that her father and occasionally Gavin. She's always wondered what nature was like, since the best thing she got from it was the description in books. Wandering around her fathers study one day she manages to reveal a secret room which happened to have a picture of a woman, who kind of looked like her, so she asks her father who the woman was and all she heard after that was a 'snap' and boom she was in her room with the door locked.


    (from) H*ll


    (kin) Crowley-father, unknown -mother Gavin Macleod -brother


    (crush//spouse//kids)N/A


    (theme song) No idea


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  • a remnant of a vacant life. || animal / apocalypse rp. || sign-ups.

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    [size=17pt][glow=white,2,300]Can't say no until you've tried it[/glow][/size]




    name »
    "Dahlia"


    gender »
    "Female, of course"


    age »
    "two years, still kind of maturing"


    species »
    Dog


    subspecies »
    "I'm not exactly sure what you mean"
    Samoyed


    rank »
    Herbalist


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    appearance »
    Under all of that thick white fur is a rather skinny dog.


    personality »
    "-grr- rude"
    Dahlia is actually a rather hyper dog, that just loves to do things. She's quite shy and does happen to ramble alot when others talk to her. When she's concentrating or helping someone she does get pretty serious and may snap a bit if she's interrupted.


    history »
    "Um....a bit personal don't you think?"
    She was born to two great show dogs, but never was show material. She grew up with her human, messing with plants and learning what they did. That was until the message came. She was a outside dog, unless it was storming, and that day her human had seemed a bit nervous, but she just thought he was getting new plants or something. Well, that was until he locked her up in the gardening shed with a bit of food and water and left. She waited and waited, until she was out of food and was practically starving. So, she dug a small hole and slipped out.


    kin »
    "I don't think I have any, alive that is"


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    crush »
    N/A


    mate »
    "Um"
    No


    offspring »
    "Nope"


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    other »
    I'm on mobile and can't upload pictures so I just put the url

  • ~Strays Of The Wilderness~(Signup-Thread) **OPEN**

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    ♔Dahlia


    ❝Can't make friends if you can't speak❞


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    [size=16pt]THE BASICS[/size]


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    Nickname(s);; None


    Gender;; Female


    Age;; 2 years


    Sexuality;; Heterosexual


    Breed;; Golden Retriever mix


    Rank;; Loner


    Alliance;; Herself[/fancypost]

    Pack/Loner?;;    Loner
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    [b]Appearance;; I guess above?


    Eye Color;; Light hazel



    [size=16pt]DIGGING DEEPER[/size]


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    Written Description;; She's fully orange with a lighter stomach and chest. Has a light, but still muscular build which makes her a good swimmer.


    Personality;; Dahlia is a shy dog with no social skills. She was raised alone by her mother and has only been with herself since she was 8 months old. She believes if she can't talk then no dogs will bother her. She gets carried away with things sometimes, like onetime she went hunting, but didn't even hunt because she was mesmerized by the nature there. And after growing up alone she has become a independent dog and has nothing holding her back from living her life.


    History;; She was raised by her mother, who to was a loner, she was on her own by 8 months and almost died a few times.


    Kin;; She didn't have any siblings, but her mother could still be alive.


    Likes;; Nature, exploring, fish, and laughing


    Dislikes;; Storms, blood, the dark, other creatures, and talking


    Talents;; She's excellent at catching fish although other things maybe not so much


    Strengths;; Being silent and stealthy


    Weakness;; Fighting and talking[/fancypost]


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    Crush;; N/A


    Any Mate?;; [color=peachpuff]Its basically the code of a loner to have no baggage and nothing weighing you down


    Muse Level;; [color=peachpuff]8/10


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  • ~Strays Of The Wilderness~ (RP-THREAD!)


    Dahlia


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    The wind rushing through her hair and the adrenaline pumping through her was all she could feel. She had seen a moth, or was it a butterfly, anyway she started to chase after it, but had just lost it in the overgrowth. Now she was lost and was slightly panicking. It wasn't the first time it had happened and wasn't going to be the last. Since, she was a loner she couldn't howl to a pack to help her, so she would just have to use her smell.
    "Okay lets see," she muttered turning around,"Came from this way, but...huh". The wind was starting to pick up a bit and soon the scent would be gone.

  • Femme Fatale Academy [sign ups! open! advanced!]

    [align=center][img width=376 height=510]http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-con…Marie-Claire-2013--07.jpg[/img][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: bold; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; margin-bottom: -30px;][size=6] York Naomi Quinn[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: -8; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 5px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;][size=2]Run The World (girls) | Female | 14 [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 390px; height: 260px; overflow: auto; color: black; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt][hr][hr]
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    The Basics


    Full Name: York Naomi Quinn
    Any Nicknames?:Its just York
    Age: 14
    Rank: The Rookie
    Physical Traits(in detail): Being a cute little blonde who's 5'2 makes her seem like a easy target for someone, but actually she packs a punch. Although she does have a flat stomach she does have room to improve her strength. Even with the pale skin she still manages to take a long run outside keeping her endurance and agility up.


    Getting To Know You
    Personality(in detail): Growing up with so much pressure and responsibility changes a person, effecting a child even more. From her cockiness to the way she walks she has it all down to make sure people know she is not a child. Innocence long and forgotten she's killed a man or two and isn't afraid to do it again. Daddy's little girl has to keep her sweet face on in order to be the boss. Merely 14 herself she's taken a stand at her own life and signed her self up for the academy, hoping to achieve greatness and respect. She like to keep it blunt and on point not caring about anyone else's emotions or "sensitivities". Any emotions she finds weak from pain to lust
    Likes: Exploring, practicing, and cooking
    Dislikes: Complaining, promises, swimming, fish, and anything pink
    About Your Family: Her fathers a crime boss and her mothers dead.
    Why Did You Come To Femme Fatale?: She's taking a stand In her own life.


    [size=14]So Your Lover Knows...[/size]
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Relationship Status: Single. She breaks fingers not hearts
    Crush?: N/A


    [size=14]What Else?[/size]
    Anything Else?: Nope

  • ~Strays Of The Wilderness~ (RP-THREAD!)

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    Dahlia


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    And she lost the scent in a matter of minutes. Completely lost, she started to run forward still smelling the lingering scent that was left behind. She had a small badger hole to sleep in that she'd found her first day in the area. It was beside a small stream that was connected to a river a little ways away.
    "Of course I lost the scent," she growled lowly and slowed down running," stupid, stupid, stupid".

  • вaттle oғ тнe ѕeхeѕ {open; lιмιтed ѕpoтѕ}

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  • ᵗʳᶤᵃˡˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʳᶤᵇᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ | ᵇᵉˡˡᵃʳᵏ ᵖᵃᶠᵖ ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ | ᵗʰᵉ Ιθθ

    Finally separated from Murphy, Bellamy made it to camp, but seeing no one there. He had thought it would be common sense to come back to the camp, but guess not. With no one there he might as well go, but just as he was about to step forward he felt something hug him. Blonde hair, white skin, Clarke! Although, he was happy to see her he we didn't want to make it seem a weakness.


    "Why are you hugging me," he said smirking a bit as he added," Princess".

  • ᵗʳᶤᵃˡˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʳᶤᵇᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ | ᵇᵉˡˡᵃʳᵏ ᵖᵃᶠᵖ ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ | ᵗʰᵉ Ιθθ

    Clearly noticing the blush upon her cheeks, he laughed and put his hand on his hip, still feeling the effect of her body pressed against his."Well, I'm still alive and as far as I know as of a few minutes ago so is Murphy," he said still slightly laughing when he noticed her cheeks get darker," I thought that the others would of come back here, but guess not".


    Ooc: Sorry I'm off of Bell's stature a bit, its been awhile since I've actually seen or read anything about The 100, but ill work on it.