Posts by Ribonbon

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  • Tᴜ ᴇs ᴘᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɪ ʟᴀ (ᴘ)ʟᴜs ʙᴇʟʟᴇ • Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ

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    @ ARUKIN

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    Calem was unusually perky that morning, which worried some of the Crew seeing as how he had been so utterly exhausted the night before. The shiny Charizard had a spring to his step, a more noticeable smile on his face, and he was quite happy on the whole. This made onlookers wonder: What in the world got him so happy?


    The answer came in the form of the Gijinka that trailed eagerly behind him, matching the Boss' smile with his own smirk. Oiracul's arrival brought a sense of relief to the worrying Charizard on the whole. With a strong fighter like the Lucario around, the Metro was much safer now than it had been in a while. True, Oiracul's methods were...unethical, but the guy knew how to keep trouble at bay with his intimidating aura and bloodlusting glare, which put off a lot of weight on the Omegas. More than anything, Calem thought his team needed a little rest from it all.


    Especially Asher.


    Asher was the core reason why the Charizard seemed so sprightly. With Oiracul around, Calem finally had the chance to give Asher a much needed rest from all the stress and strain that came with being part of the Omegas. He had not turned a blind eye to all the support Asher had given the crew - and him especially - over the past few days. He felt like he needed to thank the Mismagius some way, and that came in the form of his old sparring partner. Now Calem was free to take his "Onii-san" and the rest of the crew out for their first leisurely outing in ages.


    "Look at that smile on your face, Cal. It's so cheerful it's almost annoying."


    Oiracul's remark brought the Charizard out of his happy stupor, making him turn to his companion with a more composed smile on his face. He merely shrugged at the Gijinka, not denying anything the latter had said. "For the first time in a while, I have a reason to be." was all Calem softly replied.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #D4D4D2; width: 37px; color: #4863A0; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; text-align: center; margin-left: -4px;]Orphan[/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #D4D4D2; width: 36px; color: #4863A0; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; text-align: center; margin-left: -2px; margin-left: -1px;]Boss[/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #D4D4D2; width: 37px; color: #4863A0; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; text-align: center; margin-left: -2px; margin-left: -1px;]21 yrs.[/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: #D4D4D2; width: 36px; color: #4863A0; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; text-align: center; margin-left: -2px; margin-left: -1px;]Male[/fancypost]


  • ｔｈｅ ｚｏｄｉａｃｓ-- sign ups -- still open

    I would like to start fresh as well. I had signed up for Libra - with very high muse - but sad to say I was unable to post due to unfavorable circumstance. When I came back, I was too flooded and it made me hesitate to join. I regret not jumping in. I really wanted to RP with you all.


    So, I am more than for this whole "start anew" idea, yeah. With the Thread's Creator's blessing of course.

  • Make a deal with the bad wolf -- sign ups

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    → nickname: Cee
    → age: 21 years old
    → gender: Female
    → breed: Lab
    → sexuality: Asexual Bi-romantic


    → hair: Comet's hair, a curling cluster of shimmering light gold, falls just above her chest. They are usually unkempt and allowed to flow with the breeze, like a patch of sunlight crowning her dainty head. The blonde makes it a rule to comb her locks at least twice a day: once after waking up and once before sleeping. Her kind treatment to her hair has lead it to shine gorgeously, offering whatever hands that run through them their soft feel. Though not obsessed with her hair, Comet is sensitive to anyone mistreating it with rough hands. Her hair is the only reminder of her mother and, like any item with emotional sentiment, she guards it with an almost feral fierceness.
    → eyes: Behind a curtain of long lashes hides a pair of shimmering eyes. Their color, a unique blend of gray, blue and silver, are speckled with minuscule dots of white and resemble a starry night. This illusion isn't as apparent during the day however. Under the sun's light, Comet's eyes are more grayish blue.
    → build: With bones light and flexible, and muscles lean and lithe, Comet's body was born for the winds. Her tall frame - a modest '5"7 - helps give her a wider stride, and this agile woman knows how to maximize everything her body can offer her. Her muscles allow her to also do parkour but cannot endure a prolonged session - that endurance is saved for only running.
    → scars: Any scars the lab might have given her usually usually faded away with nary a trace left. However, three wounds inflicted have left a permanent mark on her body. With a nearly-straight incision, three parallel scars run along the length of her spine - from the end of her neck to the end of her spine.
    → body modifications: None
    → wolf description: As a wolf, Comet dons a thick fluffy undercoat of pure white, layered by a gradient blending of gray, silver, and blue as an overcoat. Her build is fairly lithe, and quite slim compared to her bulkier packmates. She runs in almost mute silence on long and flexible limbs, her paws muffled by the fur in between her digits. Due to her unique limbs, Comet can trek through forest and slope with effortless ease for long periods of time - which is good considering her ineptitude at combat. Her face, like her tail, is longer, narrower than others, with a muzzle lined with fangs yet to ever dig into the prime flesh of the pack's kill. In this form, the blonde's stormy blue eyes turns into a glimmering silver, which often times looks like a pair of miniature moons staring back at you.

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    → weaknesses: Is she a good fighter? No. Can she take down five opponents single-handed? Definitely not. Is she an amazing hunter? No, you obviously haven't been paying any attention. Comet, while passably adequate in all those areas is far from bordering on the impressive side. Comet was never really built for the world of combat and violence. With a low threshold for pain, coupled with a fear of having her flesh torn, it wouldn't take much for the blonde to surrender or run away.
    → strengths: However there are two things that makes her not totally useless. The first would be her unbelievable sense of direction and memory. It doesn't matter if she's only ever been to a place once, she will be able to recall the location by scent, sound, and sight and be able to find it without a single wrong turn. It's as if she has a compass installed into her very brain as she can easily figure out which direction to go to, and can also apply this ability when reading maps.


    The second thing that she shines in is her running abilities. Girl can sprint, that's for sure. Born with the genes of a nomadic runner, Comet can easily run at top speeds for extended periods of time. Her endurance is heightened due to the harsh experiments of the labs, so even if she is not the fastest in the pack, she can maintain her pace far longer than any one. Doesn't matter what the terrain she has to go through, she can do it - in either form. Ice, slope, forest, crag, Comet's your ideal messenger in tight situations. Which some guards whisper would be most useful for the army.


    → traits:
    ✯ Intelligent
    ✯ Diplomatic
    ✯ Quick-witted
    ✯ Elegant and Gentle
    ✯ Puppy-like
    ✯ Indecisive
    ✯ Fearful
    ✯ Tainted/Scarred
    → detailed personality

    Just Gonna Put This Here..


    → disorders: The two most prominent problems Comet faces is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and anxiety. Her anxiety has been with her for most of her life, but it has worsened ever since her experience with the lab people and their experiments. It was such a traumatizing experience for her that she developed PTSD because of it. Though she tries to hide it with half-smiles and forced laughs, even Comet can be overwhelmed by it. It keeps her up at night and at times, almost suffocates her with the painful memories.


    → infatuations: None Thus Far
    → turn ons:
    ✯ Patience
    ✯ Genuine Charm
    ✯ Loyalty
    ✯ A Good Sense of Humor
    → turn offs:
    ✯ Aggressiveness
    ✯ Arrogance
    ✯ Infidelity
    ✯ Bossiness


    → other: Comet's past was fairly normal for a Lab. Both her parents were Labs as well. She loved them very much and was obedient most of the time - other times she'd be an impish little devil of fun. They lived with the government-owned pack and, though the people there were mean, Comet was usually left alone. When she was older, however, they decided that they'd modify her. Needless to say, she suffered greatly during the modifying period. It was during this time that she got her scars. She became terrified of humans - if not slightly loathing of them. Together with a few hopeful youths, Comet tried to escape the facility. It of course failed and they were severely punished. Her punishment came in the form of her mother's death, which scarred her deeper than any beatings they gave her. Since then, Comet's given up on any such escape and simply tries to pass the time without garnering anymore suspicious glares from the people who keep her trapped like some animal.


    → what can we call you: Death, Deathy, occasionally Deathykins
    → average post length: two paragraphs is all I can manage on a low muse. Otherwise, it'd be three or four.
    → activity & muse: I'm active everyday with muse being 9/10
    → plot ideas: I'll tell you when I get one, hmm?
    → face claim: AnnaSophia Robb
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  • Aʀɪᴀ Mᴀᴇsᴛʀᴏ: Sᴏɴɢsᴛʀᴇss ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴍᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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    [size=23pt]Aria Maestro[/size][hr]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 150px; height: 10px; font-family: courier; font-size: 8pt; color: black;]SEXUALITY: Pansexual[/fancypost]
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    [size=15pt][color=black]APPEARANCE.

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    Morning is a young woman with big, brown eyes and long brunette hair that she usually keeps down, but occasionally ties up in a ponytail or bun. She has also adopted a bob haircut a few times in her life. Her eyes, like two pools of warm milk chocolate, are big and round. She wears very little makeup; Morning admits she finds cosmetics irritable at its best and usually only uses slight blush and lipstick - with the occasional eye shadow.


    Her skin is fair, if not slightly pale, and is nearly free of any blemishes or scars. A birthmark, almost heart-like in shape, hides on her right shoulder blade. At her straightest, Morning stands a modest '5"5 and isn't too mindful of being shorter than most folk. She usually makes up for her shortness with lots of indomitable spirit and will, so she doesn't usually take too angrily to comments about her height.
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    [align=left][font=courier][size=15pt][color=black]APPAREL.


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    The Flapper Look


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    Having had a fixation in 1920 flapper dresses, Morning often wears flapper dresses with matching fur shawls or capes. Her favorite combo is the one above, matched with 3-inch black heels. She also tends to match her outfits with nail colors that alternate between the two main color themes (i.e: Blue and Black alternating between fingers)


    Sometimes, however, Morning may opt to wear a hoodie over a simple tee with either shorts or skirts to match. She wears these kind of clothes when she needs to be a bit more inconspicuous among normal peopl. Of course, the girl has no problem wearing her flapper dresses even then, but sometimes - sometimes, mind you - she'll just choose something else.


    Whatever clothes she does where, there is one consistency in her choice of style, and that is the dominance of red or blue in them. They are her favorite colors to wear and are a more obvious indicator of her mood. When energized, agitated, flirty, or happy, Morning dons red apparel. When otherwise, blue becomes her main color.
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  • Aʀɪᴀ Mᴀᴇsᴛʀᴏ: Sᴏɴɢsᴛʀᴇss ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴍᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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    [size=15pt]OVERALL HEALTH.[/size]
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    [font=courier][size=15pt][color=black]EMOTIONAL/MENTAL HEALTH.
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  • Aʀɪᴀ Mᴀᴇsᴛʀᴏ: Sᴏɴɢsᴛʀᴇss ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴍᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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    [size=15pt]OVERALL HEALTH.[/size]
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    [font=courier][size=15pt][color=black]EMOTIONAL/MENTAL HEALTH.
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  • RUN BOY RUN! [ trek's free premade templates ]

    [color=black] Hello! I absolutely love your templates! I'll be using #'s 7, 25, 44, and 45. Well, not all at once, of course. I'll really just be using 7 as of the moment. Still, I'm pretty sure I'll be using the others at later times, so I just wanted to let you know in advance!

  • "werewolf" is pretty racist -- role play thread

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #2B547E; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]"I've been running for too long; now it's all I can do."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]She hadn't expected to meet an Original so early in the day.


    Truth be told, she had hoped the scientists wouldn't let her out of her room. Not that she liked it there. The place was horribly plain and not the least bit stimulating. However, to her, she much preferred solitude over interaction with her kind. So it surprised her - in the bad sense - when a white-robed man whisked her out of her safe room to interact with them.


    Comet stood nervously in her new environment. There were only two wolves present but that did not ease her anxiety. She recognized them both: Alistair and Quinn. She did not know them well unfortunately. That seemed to increase her anxiety. After all, she wasn't fond of sharing a room with strangers - or anyone, really. Other wolves put her in a very cautious, worrisome sort of mood. She knew that they probably didn't care for her or her presence but that did little to make her feel safe around them. They were wolves after all, and even the most composed among them could give into their more animalistic tendencies every now and again.


    Except her.


    Comet had lost whatever feral pride she had in her years ago. She did not have the aggressive ferocity of a powerful hunter like her kind. Rather, her strength was akin to cornered prey: dangerous only when pushed to the very edge. She also had a prey's tendency to flee rather than fight. This didn't shame the she-wolf - at least not anymore - and she did nothing whenever others berated her for it.


    Still, Comet thought with a grimace, an ally or two was always welcoming. She ironically hated being alone despite her hermit tendencies. Her eyes, two pools of shimmering blue-silver, locked on the individual she was willing to try - try, mind you - to mingle with. Quinn was preoccupied with the one-way window as Comet approached, and she understood the curiosity in the Original's eyes.


    "They probably hope for something to happen." she spoke softly, offering Quinn a small smile as she approached. "A fight, perhaps. So they'll see who's good at combat. Or maybe they're looking for a leader. Or maybe someone with special skills." She paused, waiting for the Original to walk away or shoo her. When that didn't happen, she continued. "Occasionally, they look for a wolf to 'fix', as they crudely put it."[/fancypost][/fancypost]
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  • "werewolf" is pretty racist -- role play thread

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #2B547E; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]"I've been running for too long; now it's all I can do."[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 430px; text-align:justify; color:#262626; font-family:georgia; font-size:9.5px]Socializing was never really Comet's strongest point.


    She watched, mouth shut tight, as Quinn's attention on her quickly shifted to another Lab's. Comet did not protest. She had tried to make small talk but failed. She doubted Quinn was in the mood for such a thing anyway. Her body leaned against the the cool glass, her eyes staring past her reflection and to the possible figures that stood watching them from behind. They were probably taking notes, she thought, as what seemed to be a tense situation was unfolding. To Comet, it was no such thing. Wolves, especially Originals had a more...aggressive way of speech, not intentionally hurting but rather energizing, something to encourage a response - regardless of it being friendly or not.


    The blonde Lab could never see herself speak in such a way. It was unlike her character - and probably went against the genes she was made with. Still, Comet couldn't help but wince - slightly - as Quinn jeered at the male lab.


    It was funny how degrading it was to hear one's own breed name. Comet always preferred "Lab" over "Labrador". Such a name belonged to domestic dogs, ones that groveled at the feet of their human masters. She disliked being associated to that, especially because, one way or another, that was exactly what her kind did - albeit with more passive defiance. Still, at least they didn't use "Dog" as often to call them anymore. The other wolves wouldn't stand for that one.


    Not one bit.


    "They like to pretend they're tough, honestly." she said softly in intervention. "But they're as cowardly as you'd expect people hiding behind glass and walls to be." She tossed a guarded glance at the mirror again before she added, with a small nod, "It's almost laughable." [/fancypost][/fancypost]
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  • "werewolf" is pretty racist -- role play thread

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #2B547E; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]"I've been running for too long; now it's all I can do."[/fancypost]
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    Naomi's kinder tone was very much welcomed by Comet. The blonde acknowledged the Original's gaze with a small nod, and a faint smile. Had she had her tail with her, Comet was sure it would be wagging - if only slightly. Even with her inclination to solitude, the blonde was always warmly receptive to kind interactions. There was just so little of that here in her "home". If it were food, these interactions would be rare delicacies. She was grateful for this less aggressive aura from Naomi. It didn't dominate her submissive one, which relaxed her even more. She quite disliked being dominated; she didn't care if it was a natural thing. After all, there was nothing natural about her. She would not fight back, of course, if it happened, but it would leave a taste in her mouth more bitter than the pills she was forced to take.


    "How are you doing, Comet? Aside from the usual terrible-ness of this place?"


    Blue eyes snapped out of their foggy daze as Naomi's voice called to her. She pushed her thoughts aside, straightening up ever so slightly as she gave her soft reply. "Miserable," she answered bluntly, offering the Original a sad sigh. "They took my reading privileges away again. I was just getting to the climax of this interesting novel, too." Her hands wrapped around her body in a tight self-hug and she leaned into the wall. "They told me I won't need it for a while. I've no idea what they have for me this time." Another sigh escaped her.


    When her eyes met Naomi's once more, the smile returned to the blonde Lab's face and she shrugged. "Other than that, I'm decent." she chuckled and added, "Thank you for asking, Naomi."
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  • "werewolf" is pretty racist -- role play thread

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    [fancypost bgcolor= #2B547E; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:left; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]"I've been running for too long; now it's all I can do."[/fancypost]
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    Comet looked at Quinn thoughtfully as the Original voiced her angry disdain. "Escaping that way won't work." Comet said softly. "Some Labs tried doing that way years ago. It..well, it didn't end well. If anything, it made the humans even more paranoid." a small, humorless chuckled escaped her. "If that's even possible." She quickly shrunk back, as if she had said something wrong, and fiddled with her hair nervously. Her silvery blue eyes darted to the floor, where they stayed glued in case Quinn's temper would turn to her.


    "Getting out of this place gets harder with every failed attempt." she finally spoke, voice still soft. "Every failure gives the humans more ideas on how to keep us here. It's been quite frustrating. Of course," Comet turned her gaze to the window again. Her eyes darkened menacingly for a moment, then softened back into submission. "they must find it highly entertaining..." she sighed.


    Humans always had in them sadistic tendencies when seeking entertainment. That's what Comet firmly believed in after years in the facility. It was an observation, one that she consistently saw whenever they took her to get "fixed". Some were, of course, nicer than others but all the humans who worked here had something sick about them - or perhaps taught to them a they continued to work here.


    Whatever the case, it made Comet extremely wary of them. She hadn't come to hate them - not yet at least - but she could not find it in herself to trust them. Not after what happened years ago, when they took the only family she had from her. Losing her parents made Comet realize exactly what she was to the facility: a toy, an object they owned. It made her feel sick and disgusted. What had they done? What had the Labs ever done to the Humans? Did they not feel pain or joy like them? Did they not mourn for the loss of loved ones? Comet's whole life began within the walls of the facility. This was the only "home" she ever knew of.


    But ever since that incident, Comet could understand why the others called this place "hell" or "prison". She had always been so blindly accepting of her life. She hadn't really ever minded her life. She thought it was normal. In a way, losing her parents was a good thing. Losing them made her open her eyes and see the cruelty in her life she had never noticed before. Unfortunately, she had found out too late.


    The Humans had "fixed" her too many times. Even though she was wolf, she had been modified and mangled so far from an Original that she barely had any left to be proud of. She was a Labrador, and she only realized how awful that was after losing her parents. It was really unfortunate, Comet mused to herself.


    And as her mind wandered, she found her fingers losing their grip on her hair and slumping back to the wall as she became quiet again.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= #2B547E; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 470px; height: 10px; text-align:right; font-family:courier; color: #BDBDBD]Comet Alkaev ✯ Lab Lycanthrope ✯ 21 years old[/fancypost]

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  • Hᴏᴡ Dᴏ Yᴏᴜ Gᴇᴛ Oᴜᴛ? | Semi-Advanced | BE OUR GUEST! | POSITIONS OPEN

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    [align=center][color=white][size=38pt][font=georgia]T H E I N N[/fancypost][size=1pt]



    [/size][fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px][align=center][size=7pt][color=white]LOST IN THE WOODS I SEE. HOW UNFORTUNATE. YOU KNOW, THERE ARE LOTS OF DANGEROUS THINGS OUT HERE IN THE WOODS. LUCKILY FOR YOU, YOU'VE FOUND THE INN. NOW WHY DON'T YOU COME INSIDE AND WARM YOURSELVES BY THE FIRE?
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black]Business is slow for an inn based deep within an isolated forest. Guests rarely ever stop by and the neighbors - the wolves and bears - aren't quite friendly. Still, for whatever reason, The Inn stays ever open. After all, people get lost in the woods lots of times. There's bound to be a person unfortunate lucky enough to stumble upon the homey abode.


    That person is you.


    You, for whatever reason, decided to enter these woods. One way or another, you got lost in it, and could not seem to find a way out. The snowfall increased, bringing with it blisteringly cold winds. If you didn't find shelter soon, you'd become a human popsicle. A cave would never do, you thought. Every time you passed by one, you swore you saw eyes staring hungrily back at you.


    And then you stumbled onto The Inn!

    [img width=490]http://pre00.deviantart.net/d5…by_lukasbanas-d8cpi29.jpg[/img]


    Carved into what seemed like the largest tree stump you ever saw, The Inn easily stood four-storeys high. Lights, a gentle yellow glow, seeped out into the darkness from the windows. They were, circumstances being as they were, the most welcoming sight you had seen in a while. You looked up and saw "I N N" carved into the bark of the stump. Yes, it is quite odd for an inn to be called simply "Inn" but that's what made it unique.


    You didn't hesitate anymore. With distant howls coming nearer, you walk towards the wooden building and knock on the door. It opens. You hear a voice saying, "Welcome to the Inn!".


    You, my friend, have just made the worst best choice in your life.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 7px blue][align=center][size=22pt][color=white][font=georgia]THE RESIDENTS[/fancypost][size=1pt]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=white]THE STAFF:
    ✪ The Innkeeper - Arthur Holmes // Male // ?? // Ⓓᴇᴀᴛʜʏ
    ✪ The Innkeeper's Partner - OPEN


    THE GUESTS(0/7):
    ✪ OPEN
    ✪ OPEN
    ✪ OPEN
    ✪ OPEN
    ✪ OPEN
    ✪ OPEN
    ✪ OPEN
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    [fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 7px blue][align=center][size=22pt][color=white][font=georgia]THE INNTERIOR[/fancypost][size=1pt]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black] You didn't expect the inside to be so....different from the outside. Architecturally speaking, it wasn't possible. How could there be windows where there so obviously weren't outside? How could there be walls made of stone when the building was made from a tree? After a moment of thinking, you decide it best not to overthink it.
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    It's Bigger on the Inside

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    [fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 7px blue][align=center][size=22pt][color=white][font=georgia]THE RULES[/fancypost][size=1pt]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black]✘ One character per person
    ✘ Any racial, homophobic or transphobic slurs won't be tolerated. I won't stand for it in any circumstance.
    ✘ Romance is welcomed, drama even moreso.
    ✘ No one shall be younger than 18 years old.
    ✘ Please use Real Photos for your characters.
    ✘ Cursing's fine with me.
    ✘ Unless you want to be rejected, DO NOT EVER put "You'll find out in the RP" in ANY part of their bios(Except the romantic interests part. That is understandable)
    ✘ Please be advanced, 1-2 well typed paragraphs. I understand low muse, spellcheck and other details, especially if your on mobile, but we still need to be able to read it.
    ✘ Please be at least somewhat active. I don't expect replies every five minutes, but lets not let it be a week in between every reply. Feel free to PM/Skype me if you need to notify that you might not be around.
    ✘ To make sure you read my rules, put "How Curious" in the "Other" part of your bio
    ✘ Don't make your characters perfect.
    ✘ Variety, please. We don't need five characters who are all exactly the same. Oh, and definitely NO cliche characters.
    ✘ No godmodding or text talk. This is a pretty obvious one, but I had to include it just to be safe.
    ✘ If you have a plot idea, don't be afraid to voice your idea! Just make sure that you have approval from me, or even the whole thread if it's a major plot point, or something big.
    ✘ Instead of "How Curious", put "How Droll" instead.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=5px; background-color:black; padding:0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 7px blue][align=center][size=22pt][color=white][font=georgia]THE FORM[/fancypost][size=1pt]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black] It's an odd thing for an inn to ask its guest to fill up a form. But, then again, the Inn isn't quite ordinary now is it? Better just fill it in, hmm?



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  • Hᴏᴡ Dᴏ Yᴏᴜ Gᴇᴛ Oᴜᴛ? | Semi-Advanced | BE OUR GUEST! | POSITIONS OPEN

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 480px; padding: 15px; background-color:#FAFAFA][fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:#E4E4E4; width: 450px; margin-left:00px][color=#1A1A1A][font=georgia][size=14]SO, YOU WISH TO STAY AT OUR INN? ★[/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Of course you do. Mind giving me your head shots then?


    [fancypost borderwidth=1px; width:200px; height:280px; background:url(http://40.media.tumblr.com/770…c4q2kQGR1rs88yxo2_500.png); background-position:top center][/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=1px; width:200px; height:280px; background:url(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c46…c4q2kQGR1rs88yxo3_500.png); background-position:top center;][/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Stunning! You certainly are a dazzling human specimen.
    Got a name for yourself, kid?


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:#E4E4E4; width: 450px; margin-left:00px][color=#1A1A1A][font=georgia][size=20pt]ARTHUR SEVERIN HOLMES[/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Great, that's certainly unique, I'll need a few basics next.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:#E4E4E4; width: 450px; margin-left:00px;][justify][color=#1A1A1A][font=georgia][size=14]ON THE EXTERIOR ★[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height: 200px; overflow:auto;][justify][sub][color=black]FULL NAME → Arthur Severin Holmes


    NICKNAME(S) → Ash, Keeper


    AGE → around 25 or so..


    GENDER/GENDER IDENTITY → Male


    DATE OF BIRTH → September 27th


    PLACE OF ORIGIN → "Who knows?"


    HAIR COLOR → Bronze


    EYE COLOR → Bright Blue


    HEIGHT/WEIGHT → '5"9 feet / 128 lbs.


    BODY MODIFICATIONS → None


    CURRENT OCCUPATION → The Innkeeper
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    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Wonderful darling, now would you mind if we took a closer look?


    [color=grey]★ - ★ - ★


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:#E4E4E4; width: 450px; margin-left:00px][justify][color=#1A1A1A][font=georgia][size=14]DELVING DEEPER ★[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height: 200px; overflow:auto;][justify][sub][color=black]DEFINING TRAITS →
    ✯ Intelligent
    ✯ Diplomatic
    ✯ Quick-witted
    ✯ Elegant and Gentle
    ✯ Puppy-like
    ✯ Machiavellian
    ✯ Friendly
    ✯ Indecisive


    PERSONALITY → "Getting to know me, getting to know all about me..."
    ✯ Intelligent
    Arthur isn't just a pretty face. Beneath his seemingly air-headed smile hides an intellectual mind that is curious, deductive, quick-thinking, and sharp. His knowledge on a variety of things can take others by surprise as most would think he wasn't one to know so much. Arthur actually knows a lot of things and can effortlessly recall them, but he prefers not to boast about his mental proficiency, as he feels it would be most unbecoming.


    ✯ Diplomatic
    Never one to jump to conclusions or heed rumors, Arthur remains neutral in most arguments and often times becomes a very skilled negotiator. His passion for balance and harmony drive him to find compromises or solutions that do not involve violence of any sort. He also has this certain ability to foresee potential outcomes of his words, and carefully reformulates potentially hurtful sentences before letting them roll of his tongue. Due to this, he rarely ever makes a fool of himself or others by saying something stupid or weird.


    ✯ Elegant and Gentle
    His elegance is one not snobbish or cut off, but rather carefree and inviting. Arthur's appreciation of balance, harmony and peace, coupled with a strong dislike of violence of any kind, makes him a very gentle, understanding person. He handles people and their emotions like one would a fragile gem, never wanting to say anything particularly rude and always wanting to see them smile. He never forces this opinion however, and knows when he needs to back off, all done with a genuine charm usually seen in any innkeeper. At times, however, he may become a pushover.


    ✯ Amity/Loyal
    Extremely loyal - sometimes to a fault - Arthur is the type of person always ready to listen to a friends worries and fears, all the while offering his shoulder to cry on. Though he can give good advice, he also opts just to listen, as he believes sometimes people don't want solutions and simply want to be listened to. This forgiving loyalty also make Ran quite terrible at holding grudges. He can usually forgive a lot of things quite quickly, but can become surprisingly cold if he feels that he has been betrayed.


    ✯ Social
    What do you get with diplomacy and charismatic charm? Very high social skills. Chatty, witty yet well versed in courtesies and good manners, hanging out with Arthur is a watch-and-learn king of thing that will never cease to amaze those he talks with. He is quite comfortable in a laid back kind of environment yet will easily swim through a much tougher crowd, making himself a reliable companion of shyer individuals.


    ✯ Romantic
    That is to say, Arthur is a very affectionate person. One who thrives in the company of people he cares about, Ran is not one to hesitate in showing how much a person means to him. He does not do extreme things of course, but rather he shows subtle signs of how he appreciates a person. Romantic or platonic, his affection is the same. He may sometimes pass of as flirty due to his friendly ways, but never means anything bad. Another thing Arthur is quite passionate about is beauty in all its forms. From being well-liked by animals, to being a good gardener, all the way to being a fantastic artist, Arthur also has no problem in showing his affection to this.


    HISTORY → answer here


    FLAWS → "Everyone has a shadow."


    ✯ Detached
    Yes, he is usually empathetic, but Arthur can also become quite detached and pretentious in order to avoid hurting someone. His insecurities leave him terrified of ever disappointing people, often leading to episodes of depression where he prefers solitude over the usual hubbub of friendly company. During these times, he is almost impossible to work with.


    ✯ Self-Indulgent
    Since he is a lover of beautiful things, Arthur has a tendency of indulging in luxuries and extravagances in order to please himself - and to attempt to fill the empty void in his heart.


    ✯ Indecisive
    Regardless of his intellect and diplomacy, Arthur usually finds it hard to make choices which often lands him in trouble. Making a choice is one of the hardest tasks that makes him quite uncomfortable. If he can, Arthur might even avoid a situation where he may have to choose.


    ✯ Laid-back
    Though mostly energetic, Arthur dislikes coarse, dirty work. Paint and chalk he can handle, but make him do anything he might find too tedious, then you're better off asking a wall for help.


    ✯ Machiavellianism


    Despite all the kindness and friendly smiles, everything Arthur does is for his self-preservation and entertainment. He comes first before anyone else. He can deceive and be downright manipulative when he needs to be. Of course, he can hide this side of him expertly well. Perhaps, and just perhaps, this is Arthur's real self. Who knows?


    STRENGTHS →
    ✯ Social
    ✯ Charismatic
    ✯ Intelligent
    ✯ Multi-talented
    ✯ Surprisingly Strong
    ADDICTIONS →
    ✯ Eating Sweets
    ✯ Not Sleeping
    ✯ Smoking Cigars
    THEME SONGS →

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    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Huh, I never would have guessed! Now, we're going to need the juicier details.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:#E4E4E4; width: 450px; margin-left:00px][justify][color=#1A1A1A][font=georgia][size=14]PULLING ON YOUR HEARTSTRINGS ★[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height: 200px; overflow:auto;][justify][sub][color=black]SEXUALITY → Pansexual


    TURN ONS →
    ✯ Patience
    ✯ Genuine Charm
    ✯ Loyalty
    ✯ A Good Sense of Humor


    TURN OFFS →
    ✯ Aggressiveness
    ✯ Arrogance
    ✯ Infidelity
    ✯ Bossiness


    PAST RELATIONSHIPS → None


    LOVE INTEREST → None Thus Far


    ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP? → "If any gal or guy shows interest, who am I to refuse?"
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    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Better keep that information locked away; wouldn't want snoopers peeping at them! Finally, I just need a few finishing touches.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color:#E4E4E4; width: 450px; margin-left:00px][justify][color=#1A1A1A][font=georgia][size=14]THE PUPPET MASTER ★[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height: 200px; overflow:auto;][justify][sub][color=black]USERNAME → Deathwhisper


    FORUM NAME → Ⓓᴇᴀᴛʜʏ


    NICKNAME → Deathy, Death


    MUSE LEVEL → 9/10


    ACTIVITY LEVEL → Active Every day


    OTHER → "How droll of you to ask."


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    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Fantastic! You're a gem, dear. Enjoy your stay at the Inn.


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