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  • The Life of the decaquadruplets || Sign Up|| One big family

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor= #0; border: 0px white; width: 460px][font=georgia]Of course Bill Cipher! It's the kind of thing that Lucky would actually be really proud of doing.
    I don't really have a standing on LGBT relationships//people, I mean they're just people, same as everyone else. It's not like I have a standing on straight people so, yeah.
    Oh, and Lanner is bisexual.
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  • SEVEN NATION ARMY | SIGN-UPS | OPEN

    [fancypost bgcolor=#0 bordercolor=#0 borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify] FALLON ALEXIA CARPENTER

    [color=black]"ADOLESCENCE DIDN'T MAKE SENSE, A LITTLE LOSS OF INNOCENCE, THE UGLY YEARS OF BEING A FOOL, AIN'T YOUTH MEAN TO BE BEAUTIFUL?"


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    full name: Fallon Alexis Carpenter
    nicknames: Fallon has never liked nicknames, any nicknames that others gave her were usually quickly forgotten
    physical age: Twenty-two years of age
    real age: Twenty two
    gender: cisgender female
    species: Hunter
    occupation: Stripper, she has been working at the hotel for a number of months, partially for the money and partially for the information.


    physical appearance: Fallon is an attractive girl, but not always by conventional standards. She’s sylphlike, characterised by a slim waist, long legs and sharp angles. Thin shoulders, defined by freckles, join intricately muscled, long arms to sharp collarbones. She would not be described as busty, instead she has more delicate curves, subtler, but definitely pleasing to a lustful eye. Fallon has a small, short waist, toned tight from extensive exercise. She never much liked it, or at least the subtle way her right ribs protruded more than her left.


    Fallon has long legs, seemingly proportionate to her uncharacteristically short waist. A milky colour and smooth, they demand as much attention as her personality. She appears underweight, Fallon has no doubt that she is, a malnourished childhood leaves its traces. However, its less noticeable now with her more feminine figure and her better lifestyle. Fallon Has a delicately shaped jawline, sharp like her high cheek bones. Dappled lightly by freckles, its uncommon to see a blush on Fallon's pale cheeks.


    Her nose is straight and thin, turned up slightly at the end. A mostly untamed froth of dark coffee coloured hair falls just a handful of inches below her shoulders. It's naturally curled in an irregular pattern, thick and soft to the touch. Her eyebrows are dark in colour, with a gentle curve to them. Her eyes, lined by thick lashes painted with mascara, are one of her most prominent features. Icy blue and irregular, they appear to be made out of the shattered glass of a window plain, now allowing the light to channel in. Darker around the edge of her iris, she likes to call them enchanting. Her lips are a pail pink, crepe in colour. Her bottom lip is as thin as her top.


    personality: I’m just going to put a few defining characteristics if that’s okay? Sorry she’s a new character and I’m really not in the mood to write like 500 words on her personality
    passionate - promiscuous - sociopath - cunning - intelligent - stubborn- lack of moral compass - inconstant- becomes uninterested very quickly - social - intuitive - unpredictable - sarcastic - humorous - macabre - temperamental - excitable - opinionated - free-willed - tough - flirtatious - sexual - lack of loyalty - stubborn - impatient - strategic - natural survivor - logical - calculating - bitter - adventurous


    history: The Carpenter name used to be a feared and respected name amongst hunters, now it’s associated with only one word—lazy. After they decided the gains of the lifestyle of a hunter wasn’t worth the work, they left the hunters community in the eighteen hundreds and became the best cattle stealer there where, that’s what they said at least. This continued for a hundred years, all the way to Fallon’s parents, although they didn’t make their money stealing sheep anymore; they didn’t make any money. They snorted white powder and drank themselves dizzy in back alleys.


    Fallon was in the bathroom of her parents run down house, the roof was partially caved in and the floor was far from sanitary. It was a wonder that Fallon wasn’t born premature or with any deficiencies, her mother hadn’t even thought of giving a pause to her drinking when she was pregnant, the first thing she did when she found out she was having a baby was having a tot of whiskey in celebration, then finish the whole bottle.


    The two parents hadn’t even given thought to a name for the baby girl, she was given it the first time she was taken to a midwife, nearly two months after she had been born. The midwife, who too seemed less than sober, gave her the name of the baby she had just given birth to, Fallon, the name of the infant boy.


    Fallon grew up largely alone in her house, her parents could only be found in taverns and alleys. She took it upon herself to educate herself, she talked to the pastor at the end of the street, the half-insane professor next door, at the age of ten she could barely write.


    Fallon never knew anything of the supernatural world, although her natural abilities were always startling to her. She could always run faster than others, climb higher, when given a bow for the first time at the age of eleven by a curious looking stranger, she could hit the trunk of a tree yards away. She never verbally questioned them. At the age of thirteen she saw her first werewolf, ripping her mother’s head from her neck; she remembered the clumsy tear, the scattered blood and skin, her mother’s blank eyes staring up at her. It happened outside their house, just before the sun was about to rise, her mother was drunk and high—of course she was, she always was. Then she remembered the red eyes of the wolf. She didn’t move to help. Fallon didn’t feel anything as she watched the near stranger bleed out of the pavement. Once the werewolf had fled, she stepped outside, dragged her mother’s severed body to the dumpster and scrubbed the blood from the pavement. She felt nothing, no sorrow, it scared her more than what she had just witnessed. No one ever thought to look for her mother, they all assumed she had run off with the man she always flirted with at the bar, who had also gone missing. How could anyone have known that he was the werewolf?


    These events caused her father to become violent, luckily she was never the victim of this. She spent her nights cleaning blood off the loud middle aged man’s face. Fallon grew more absorbed in her studies, soon catching up to where her age group should be. But being left alone in a house by herself with no obvious role models, she grew promiscuous, inviting dangerous looking men into her apartment in the middle of the night at the age of only sixteen.

    One night her father stumbled into the kitchen in the middle of the night with a raging temper, screaming at the young girl. Events soon turned violent as he struck her across the face, kicking her thin curled up body on the floor. Fallon grabbed the kitchen knife and drove it though her father’s chest with grace and fluency that even shocked herself. She didn’t clean up the blood time, she just fled.


    Finding herself on the streets at seventeen she soon turned to prostitution and odd jobs to get a plate of food. After a year she was discovered by the same curious looking stranger that had given her the bow at eleven. He turned out to be a hunter, Fallon soon turned to training and working for him, which she has been doing up till present time.
    cause of death: undead supernaturals only[ex: vampires, ghosts, incubus/succubus, etc]
    family: Joan Carpenter | Mother | deceased
    Mark Carpenter | Father | Deceased


    relationship status: Single
    sexuality: Bisexual
    turn ons:
    In a man:
    - Taller than her
    - Dark hair
    - Leanly muscled, strong but not obnoxiously bulky
    - Slightly timid
    - Slightly more submissive in the relationship
    - Of a higher class than her
    - A small amount of tattoos, not covered in them, and certainly not emo.
    - Foreign accents
    - Intoxicated by her
    In a woman:
    - Light hair, blonde or light brown.
    - Light eyes
    - Shorter than her
    - Curvy
    - Sharp humour
    - Wit
    turn offs:
    In a man:
    - Shorter than her
    - Overweight
    - Abusive, emotionally, verbally or physically
    - Piercings
    - Dyed hair
    - Poor
    In a woman:
    - Completely dependent on her
    - Taller than her
    - Shallow
    - Boring
    - Overly dramatic


    ooc name: Vyxen
    character fc: Kaya Scodelario
    extra information about character:
    other: Is it alright if shes a hunter and an employee? Of course, all the other employees would think she’s simply another human. // Seven nation army    [/justify]

  • THE FINAL ECLIPSE > advanced applications

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 25px; font-family: arial; color: #A2CBBB]I know my souls freezing,[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: courier; font-size:10pt; color:white; text-align: center; margin-top:-8px;]" HELL'S HOT FOR GOOD REASON "[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 115%;]“Papa, papa, please don’t cry,” She whispered, eyes cast upwards and her hope low, cold breath, tinted white, quivered from her pale lips. Her back ached, the door pounded against her protruding spine in a patternless sequence but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She was awfully still, her muscles wound tight and her fingers clenched around the plastic handle of a kitchen knife. She knew that if she looked carefully enough she could still see his bloodied fingerprints on it from mere hours ago. She began to pull at her hair, taking one stand at a time and laying them on the floor next to her in a fit of nervousness.




    The cries from the room behind her were subhuman, that of a trapped animals. With clumsy, brittle movements she moved to her feet, her long limbs still folded close to the ground. An iced expression took over her pinched face as she lifted the metal rod from the doors handle. The creatures force caused the door to fly forward; her right hand opposed the movements, lashing forward and upward into the man’s bare chest. She choked a cry, repeating the movement. Blood flew to her froth of dark hair, splattering the walls mauve. She continued, long after whatever humane warmth that remained in the man’s chest had left, and the infected breaths no longer caused goose bumps to cover the skin on her neck. The girl smelt like gasoline and violets, anger and remorse clear in the straightness of her back, the thin line of her lips and the way her iced blue eyes turned down in the corners. Her expression turned emotionless as she let the knife fall, the soft chime an intense contrast to the silent room. Her father’s body fell next.




    [b]full name: Fallon Carpenter
    ⋆ name meaning: Of Irish decent and the Gaelic word 'follamhnus', Fallon is more commonly known as a last name. Meaning to be 'Of a ruling family' but has also been shown to mean leader or superiority
    ⋆ nicknames: Fallon has never liked nicknames, any nicknames that others gave her were usually quickly forgotten.
    age: Twenty one years old, though Fallon used to act immature events have shaped her to act her age.
    position: Raven boy




    body features: Fallon is characterized by her long limbs and sharp angles. Her lithe frame comprises of lengthy legs, which are the reason for her willowy height, smooth and milky in completion. She has always been taller than most woman, and the average man. Her thin, but muscled body holds no prominent curves, her breasts and hips were never much to marvel at. Her high cheek bones, her cleanly shaped jaw bone and her angled collar bones are features that Fallon prides herself on. Her iced blue eyes [Sorry they apear green in this gif for some reason] contrast to her dark, untamed froth of hair, stretching to her shoulder blades.
    height & weight: Five foot ten inches and one hundred and thirty pounds.
    style: Fallon replaced her old attire for a more practical attire. She is constantly seen in loose, grey scale shirts. It's not uncommon to see an array of dirt and blood on the material. She usually wears jeans and sneakers and a single, leather bound watch around her wrist to fuel her new need to know the difference between night and day. There is never a fluctuation of variety in Fallon's clothes, caused by the lack of logic in such a though process and the lack of possessions she brought with her when she abandoned her home.




    personality traits: passionate, promiscuous, cunning, intelligent, stubborn, at times dependent, inconstant, becomes uninterested very quickly, social, intuitive, unpredictable, sarcastic, humorous,macabre, temperamental, excitable, opinionated, free-willed, tough, flirtatious, lack of loyalty, stubborn, impatient, strategic, natural survivor, logical, calculating, adventurous
    significant events:
    Born on the tiles floor of a public gas stations toilets to two parents snorted white powder and drank themselves dizzy in back alleys, given her name two months later by a stranger
    age eight, began her own education by paying regular visits to the pastor down the street and the half mad university professor next door, she was quick to excel.
    age thirteen, saw her mother being murdered by one of the men she entertained at the tavern. A gun to the head and all that Fallon did was crouch in the shadows. She then dumped the body in the littered lake below the house and scrubbed the blood off the pavement. No one ever looked for her mother, they assumed she had run off with the man.
    age eighteen, with a lack of income after her father had kicked her out of the house she reluctantly turned to prostitution as well as other odd jobs to get a plateful of food
    age twenty-one, after a multitude of unhealthy, short relationships, she moved back in with her father at the beginning of the final eclipse for his safety. Her father was quick to catch the infection. After he had tried to murder her in the kitchen she drove him into a room. She killed him later that day.







    sexuality: bisexual
    ⋆ turn ons:
    In men:
    - Taller than her
    - Dark hair
    - Leanly muscled, strong but not obnoxiously bulky
    - Slightly timid
    - Slightly more submissive in the relationship
    - Of a higher class than her
    - A small amount of tattoos, not covered in them, and certainly not emo.
    - Foreign accents
    - Intoxicated by her




    in woman;
    In a woman:
    - Light hair, blonde or light brown.
    - Light eyes
    - Shorter than her
    - Curvy
    - Sharp humour
    - Wit
    - emotional stability
    ⋆ turn offs:
    In a man:
    - Shorter than her
    - Overweight
    - Abusive, emotionally, verbally or physically
    - Piercings
    - Dyed hair
    - Poor




    In a woman:
    - Completely dependent on her
    - Taller than her
    - Shallow
    - Boring
    - Overly dramatic




    phobias / disorders: Bipolar as well as being claustrophobic
    motivations: Simply; to stay alive.
    usual mood: Her usual mood is a blurred wave of passion, strong oppinions and humor fueled by her intuition. However, she has a tendency to for her mood to sway regularly, She can go from a hurricane, one hundred miles an hours, to nothing, all her emotions falling slack.
    habits: She has a habit of pulling out single strands of hair due to paranoia
    other: Eskie, I suddenly feel way to protective over your character Sköll, just because Alec Lightwood is a darling ^^ I should probably stop talking right about now...

  • SEVEN NATION ARMY | SIGN-UPS | OPEN

    Perhaps Fallon could be Aria's killer? I do want Fallon atleast become semi-good in the end, maybe to the cliche fall in love with a supernatural thing, but I think it would probably be realistic for her to kill someone before then?

  • SEVEN NATION ARMY | SIGN-UPS | OPEN

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify] Oh that sounds great! I really hate to promise things before I start a roleplay but unless they're utterly dreadful together, I would love to ^^ Perhaps she could kill Aria when she finds out that Fallon is not human-- or entirely human at least?


    By the way if there going to be plotting thread?

  • THE ICEAGE > private plot/chat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]FALLON CARPENTER> FEMININE> RAVEN BOY > BISEXUAL / TBD > CALCULATING > INTUITIVE > CUNNING > OPINIONATED > DEEP DOWN CINNAMON ROLL


    Okay just a warning I cant be all cute and write in all cute words in plotting threads like the rest of you without looking like a pre-pubescent girl--someone please tell me your secret. please. So I'll just be all antisocial in the corner c: Oh, and I'm pretty sure I'm in the exact opposite timezone to most of you, so that ought to be dandy, sorry about that^^


    @eksie; I feel way to protective over Sköll because Alec Lightwood is just a darling that deserves all the happiness in the world


    Fallon is probably going to turn into a softy a bit further on--or at least slightly more decent-- mainly because I feel like to much of a b-tch playing characters like her for too long as much as I try because I'm a complete push over, but plotting open for someone that cracks her? Human walking, talking conscience anyone?

  • THE ICEAGE > private plot/chat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][align=right][size=14][justify] Alec//Matthew is just too precious for this world ugh.
    They show is only coming out in 2016, which is currently breaking my heart but his character is just so amazing in the books, just ugh again c:

  • THE ICEAGE > private plot/chat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify] aww, thanks gigil c: I love your character, expecially the summary, slightly freaked out by her, but I still adore it^^
    Oh and I didn't see your comment I'll delete mine now

  • THE ICEAGE > private plot/chat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify] *blushes with the power of seven suns* @gigil I'm not going to carry on cause I could go on arguing the whole day about the awesomticity of your character but that really means a lot:)
    wicked sorry kind of deleted my post but Fallon could be Sera's person//companion, like they could be all awkward and brisk and uncomfortable, not knowing what on earth to do, then in the end Fal could be as protective of Sera as she is over Fallon??

  • THE ICEAGE > private plot/chat

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify] I'm sorry I've been so inactive I've been sick and just haven't had the energy to do more than sleep and complain c:


    To be honest this is probably going to be Fallon's worst nightmare, a little worker of God following her around everywhere, watching her every move is probably going to give her a heart attack, my poor little atheist^^


    N'aaw this is giving me heart palpitations, Fallon's the kind of "Bow to no man, no woman, no city, no thing," kind of person but tbh Sera could probably ask her to do anything and she would just go 'Yes ma'am'. and Sera and Fal could just get seriously passionate about something and hella excited and Azrael would just sit there and be like why the hell did I get stuck with these idiots?

  • Cry of the Wolf Werewolf Pack {Remake}{Sign Up Thread}

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    [size=13pt]|| LANNER STEVENS ||[/size]


    || NICKNAME ||
    Lan or Lan Lan, but Lanner is usually not overly affectionate of nicknames and prefers her full name


    || AGE ||
    Twenty-one.


    || GENDER ||
    Female


    || RANK ||
    Warrior


    || SCENT ||
    Gasoline and violets


    || 3 WORDED PERSONALITY ||
    free-willed, unpredictable and humorous


    || DATE OF BIRTH ||
    The first of May.


    || SEXUALITY ||
    Bisexual


    [hr]


    || HAIR COLOR ||
    Milky blonde.


    || EYE COLOR ||
    Light blue


    || ADDED ||
    Her ears are pierced in the lobe as well as the top of the cartilage, accompanied by a single tattoo on her right arm, the meaning of which even she is unsure of tattoo here


    [hr]


    || WOLF APPEARANCE ||

    Display Spoiler



    || FUR COLOR ||
    The same milky blonde with an undercoat of her natural, darker hair colour barely visible through it.


    || EYE COLOR ||
    Same as in human form


    || BODY FORM ||
    Her wolfs body frame is similar to her human one; tall and slim. Lanner's wolf ranges at about four feet with long legs, ideal for hunting despite how Lanner neglects this to be a warrior. She has thin wiry muscles and slightly larger than average sized ears.


    || FAVORITE PREY ||
    Rabit


    [hr]


    || HISTORY ||
    Lanner's biggest struggle wasn't even her own. When she was seventeen she ran away from her pack, not because of abuse; physical, mental or even abuse of power, he parents were average and warm for the most part. Lanner was more affectionate towards her father, who was previously human until he was bitten by Lanner’s mother in the mating process. He was kind, gentle and had a gruff voice that spoke feather-like words. Lanner, however, conflicted with her mother, the spindly woman was similar to Lanner, she held the same selfishness and callous and Lanner resented her fore it, however this wasn’t anything that caused any notable rebellion. Lanner dreamed of the simplicity of human life and the transparency of it. For three years she lived amongst humans, hidden amongst them with two humans, Claud and Adam, in a half broken down house. The two humans were in a relationship when she met them, seemingly content despite the uncomfortable behaviour Claud would have in close proximity to Adam. Adam was sober for three years, having a history of alcoholism. Claud was an extreme drug addict for three years, starting off with weed in the pairs early days of friendship before going to heavier, more dangerous drugs. Adam and Claud had run away from home when they were eighteen, making them a year older than Lanner. Claud never spoke of her home life, she appeared bitter about it. Adam appeared to have the perfect home life, his parents were married, rich and he had a younger sister. He even got accepted to Harvard, until Claud convinced him to run away with her.


    Lanner got addicted to pain medicine in her second year of staying in the house but it was never serious, just something to numb the guilt. It was Christmas, second year, when Claud came out as gay, over a cold takeaway MacDonald’s meal. Adam denied it for the next week, he refuse to believe that she would let him throw away his future over uncertain love.
    It was April, third year, when Lanner’s best friend killed herself. Lanner found Claud on the bathroom floor, vomit covering her own body and needles stuck in her neck. The doctors concluded that it was an overdose or a cut off of oxygen; it was unclear which caught up to her first.
    Adam and Lanner lived in the house for another month; both quietly morning and completely confused before Adam decided to return home, give his future a second change. Lanner decided she didn’t like human life, it was awfully raw. She felt too much shame in returning to her original pack, so she joined [current pack name here]. Lanner has been there for a year and is no longer addicted to pain medicine but rarely has relapses.


    || ORIGINAL LOCATION ||
    Farnham, England


    || PARENTS ||
    Anastasia Stevens and Jace Stevens


    || SIBLINGS ||
    None, only child.


    || CHILDREN ||
    None, she's still debating if she wants children


    [hr]


    || CRUSH ||
    None [open]


    || DATING ||
    None [open]


    || MATE ||
    None [again, open]


    [hr]


    || OTHER ||
    Huh. Um. Oh, I changed her face claim and I might tweak her personality a bit more this time around, make her a more rounded character but other than that, nothing much.


    || PLOT IDEAS ||
    A war between a rival pack? Perhaps some of the pack members could even switch packs, splitting up mates and families or some people could have characters in the other pack and find their mates in this pack? Forbidden love and whatnot? I don't know, just a thought to the wind.