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Track May enter my Sam Evans, or Finn hudson.

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Anemoi S. Dillijet

The sun goes down, the silent growth of another sea, which the stormy ocean of the wind can not disturb - the sea of the darkness. First it begins to gather in the bottom of hollow places. Deep valleys, and all little pits on the hillsides, are wellsprings where it gathers, and whence it seems to overflow, till it buries the earth beneath its mass, and, rising high into the heavens, sweeps over the faces of the stars, washes the blinding day from them, and lets them shine, down through the waters of the dark, to those below. Slowly twilight began to gather, spreading its dark wings across the now neutral skies in a soft embrace, as the final flickers of light dispersed; finally revealing the Felidae that had once stood silhouetted against its blazing regress.

The golden markings would be the first thing you noticed, almost as if the very sun itself had been enclosed within, cracks of its vivid rays escaping and enlightening the Felidae from within. Strong muscles rippled beneath golden fur as the Panthera tigris rose to his paws, and scanned the dark horizon through orange-hued optics. He carried a youthful vibe, like a breath of fresh air.

"Hey, Anyone out there?" He would call, in a friendly tone, as if he had been here all his life- where in reality he knew nothing of the place for He originated from Sunclan, which was currently over his father Permafrost's rule.

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Name Winterpup -- Winterpaw -- Wintertides.
Age && Gender Somewhere between two to three moons.
Appearance The Akita, A truly beautiful creature is it not? Bunching muscles covered by a thick expanse of soft hair, reflects the adaptations essential to it's original function as a Japanese fighting dog. Winter is no exception. Her build, although skinnier, is more or less what you would expect of an dog of her breed. She is rather tall for her current age, measuring around 17 inches at the withers, and it is expected for her to reach 26 to 27 inches; this is due to her being a show-quality pedigree. Her coats underlay is black, with splashes of white on her chest and front and back paws, although there is noticeably more white on the front paws. Her guard hairs, however, are a blue in colouring, making her a black brindle. Her eyes, a baby blue in hue, contrast against the dark coloring of her pelt, and are almond-shaped. And finally, wears an blue and white keffiyeh around her neck.
Persona Now onto her personality. This is where Final doesn't follow in the pawsteps of her ancestors, as they are aloof and calm, while she is Outgoing and a total nutcase. She does have some traits that could be classed as 'the norm' for an Akita, such as her Bluntness, Her strong beliefs, and her ability to speak her mind, but also have traits that have 'appeared out of the blue' or so to say, such as her pacifist beliefs, Playfulness, Charisma, and that she believes in the good of all.

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The sun goes down, the silent growth of another sea, which the stormy ocean of the wind can not disturb - the sea of the darkness. First it begins to gather in the bottom of hollow places. Deep valleys, and all little pits on the hillsides, are wellsprings where it gathers, and whence it seems to overflow, till it buries the earth beneath its mass, and, rising high into the heavens, sweeps over the faces of the stars, washes the blinding day from them, and lets them shine, down through the waters of the dark, to those below. Soon twilight began to gather, spreading its dark wings across the now neutral skies in a soft embrace, as the final flickers of light dispersed; now revealing the Akita pup that had once stood silhouetted against its blazing regress.

The pallidity of her pelt would be the first thing you noticed, almost as if the color had been washed out by an endless rain. Upon her maw a black muzzle rested, preventing her from opening her mouth while a rope attacked to her harness trailed behind her, snagging on rocks and tripping her up.

"Is a-anyone there?" She would finally call out, her voice fearful.

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THE BASICS

FIRST NAME • Sylfaen, however she prefers to be called called 'Sy'.
SURNAME(S) • None.
GENDER • Female.
SEXUALITY • Hetrosexual.
CURRENT AGE • Unborn.
LIFE EXPECTANCY • 8-9 In-game years.
ALLEGIANCE • The Civil.
RANK • Syfaen is a Pup.
BIRTH DATE • Wednesday 23rd July 2014.
ZODIAC SIGN • Sylfaen is a Leo.

GENETICS • Blanket coloring xx Solid white.
APPEARANCE • The German Shepard, A truly beautiful creature is it not? Bunching muscles covered by a thick expanse of soft hair, reflects the adaptations essential to it's original function as a working dog. Sylfaen is no exception. Her build, although skinnier, is more or less what you would expect of an dog of her breed. Her coats underlay is a solid white, much like her mothers, whilst her guard hairs, follow the black markings of blanket covering. This is an rather unusual quality, as she is a combination of the two different colourings. Her eyes, an ash grey in hue, complement the white and black colours of her pelt, and are almond-shaped. Before she was taken by her father to her clan, her mother had tied a black and white keffiyah around her neck. Strange antlers sprout from her head, covered in a white velvet while large sabertooth fangs take the place of her canines.
PERSONALITY • So now onto her personality. Sylfaen is rash and impulsive, often acting without forethought. She can be temperamental; often switching from calm to pissed off in a matter of heartbeats which is unlucky for whoever caused it, for Sylfaen isn't fazed by the idea of using violence as a means to an end or as a way of expressing how she feels- family member or not. However, she manages to keep a particular innocence as she has yet to see the darkest sides of animal nature and retains a tentative trust in others, which can be destroyed by the littlest of betrayal. She is clever and witty, often displaying this though her quick and inventive verbal humour. Becoming more personal, you will notice she is obsessed with things she collects such as two-leg items and clothing. She has difficulties in positioning herself as a young pup in an adults' eyes, and sometimes even tends to "supervise" adults, this is due to her high independence causing her to act older then she actually is, and treat life more seriously. Bryn also takes "justice" into her own hands on her relationship with anyone, and does not think she requires any adults' consent in doing so. That being said, Sylfaen is also very outgoing- well she is if she decides that she likes the animal in question.

MEDICAL HISTORY

PHOBIAS • Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.
MINOR DEFECTS • Suffers from Monochromacy; meaning Guardian can not see any colours, only different shades of grey ranging from black to white.
MAJOR DEFECTS • None.
MENTAL DISORDERS • None.
SCARS • I intend for her to have an large scar across her right eye from an fight as a pup.
GENE-RELATED DEFECTS • None.

POWERS

POWER NAME • Multiple possessions, Ability to absorb spirits, Super Senses, Fangs; Horns; or Wings (Sabertooth fangs + Antlers), Floral pawprints (Black + white rose petals).

DATE OF DISCOVERY(S) • All are Undiscovered.

PLOTS • •As a pup she will get into a fight, she will come out alright; however she will have a large scar across her right eye.
•Right now i'm drowning in emotion- At some point in her life Sylfaen will have a idea that she thinks is smart, but in reality is just stupid. She will seek out someone with the power to manip. emotions, she will ask this person to remove her ability to love. Soon after losing the power to love, she becomes drone-like. This plot will take place sometime after a break-up when she is an emotional wreak.

[size=24]ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER

USERNAME • Inari Fox.
ACTIVITY • 8/10, i am currently building it up.
MUSE • 9/10.
OTHER • [font=Sylfaen]Puppehs.

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Thank you for the pup! Creating sub and stuff, then will Roleplay.

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Vix was never one for mornings. This was a statement that had proved true for more or less the entirety of her kithood, yet this morning she had managed to break that tradition undeterred by the fact that she had woken up later then the majority of the clan.

Blinking her eyes against the harsh sunlight that met her, Vix would nose her way out of the den before performing her usual morning ritual. She gave a small stretch, arching her back and sinking her claws into the ground below her paws, before letting out a small yawn that made her whiskers quiver due to the force of it. Satisfied that her body was awake, she sat down and began to groom her ruffled fur unawares of the newcomer.

Once she was presentable, Vix would cast an eye around the camp for her mentor but was unable to find her, so instead she would grab a small shrew from the freshkill pile and position herself back by the apprentice den before beginning to eat.

//Sorry suffering from low muse atm xD

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The young female quickly gulped down the last of the shrew before sitting back on her haunches and grinning back at Hollytwig. "Hey Hollytwig!" She'd call back, before directing her attention towards the clan leader, who had just called for a clan meeting. Jumping to her paws, Vix would begin to trot towards Hollytwig. "Want to walk to the meeting with me?" she'd inquire, her grin melting into a polite smile. Although the young female was generally outgoing and outspoken, she had great respect for the older female and her line of work; thus causing her to act in a polite manner.

//Mobile

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Shifting her gaze from the tom situated atop the high rock, to the other apprentice, Vix would give a small smile. "If you want to, then sure" she'd grin, gesturing to a spot next to her. As she began to redirect her gaze from Flamepaw to Fallenstar, she'd notice the newcomer. "Yo, who's that?" she'd murmur to the two cats near her, as her inquisitive gaze locked onto the stranger.

//aha thanks I was gonna base her off of Seiko from CP, but Im probably gonna make her a bit less outspoke (till she's a bit older anyways c:)

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Vix would watch the ceremony through unblinking eyes, enthralled by the whole concept. Being only 6 moons, Vix hadn't known that strangers could join the clan and had believed that all the cats in her clan had simply been clan-born thus causing the young female to be intrigued by the very notion of a loner being accepted into a clan. Nonetheless, Vix would welcome the female with open arms, and made a mental note to pester her with questions about a loner life.

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