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  • Winged Wonders - Sign Up - Hippogriffs

    appearance

    Name: Caradoc

    Gender: female

    Age: 8 years

    Rank: lead hen

    Personality: quiet | reserved | stubborn | observant | trustworthy | loyal | independent

    History: Caradoc inherited the herd from her mother, the previous leader of the herd. Her father died when she was young.

    Crush/Mate: Will Develop/None

    Offspring: One previous clutch of eggs that never hatched.

    Other: None!


    appearance

    Name: Fawkes

    Gender: male

    Age: 7 years

    Rank: satellite cock

    Personality: lively | respectful | noble | loyal | impulsive | protective | wary

    History: Fawkes was born into the herd by one of the herd hens and has lived with them ever since.

    Crush/Mate: Will Develop/None

    Offspring: None

    Other: None!

  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    This roleplay is going to follow the lives of one band of wild horses living in the mountains as they struggle with the hardships of feral life. All the horses within this herd are mustangs from all kinds of bloodlines. They are diverse in color, size, and shape.


    What Threatens the Horses?

    - Predators (cougars, bears, coyotes, wolves)

    - Bureau of Land Management (BLM) - capture horses using helicopters

    - Natural Disasters (tornadoes, wild fires, drought)

    - Weather (storms, blizzards, snow, temperature)

    - Disease (can kill off an entire herd or just a foal)
    - Other Bands (bachelors, older stallions}

    Herd Ranking

    *name | age | gender

    Males (4)

    Females (4)


    Lead Mare (0/1): to be chosen

    Lead Stallion (1/1): Wolfsbane | 11 years | stallion

    Herd Mares (4/~):

    Larkspur | 9 years | mare

    Venus | 4 years | mare

    Barranca | 5 years | mare

    Sparrow | 9 years | mare

    Foals (0/~):

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    Satellite Stallions (2/~):

    Astro | 4 years | stallion

    Rimrock | 7 years | stallion


    Bachelors (1/~):

    Cedar | 5 years | stallion


    Herd Dynamics

    There is a lead pair in each herd consisting of a mare and stallion. The mare usually leads to herd places while the stallion takes up the back to make sure the other horses are all keeping up. The lead stallion will resort to snaking his herd if he senses danger is near by, he wants them to move quickly in a certain direction, or he is trying to keep a stubborn mare from running off back to her previous herd. The lowest ranking horses in the herd are satellite stallions. However, they are only prevalent in the larger herds and are not allowed to breed with the mares (although it can happen). Lead stallions will usually breed with every available mare within the herd. Sometimes a pregnant mare will be snaked away from a herd and give birth within the new herd. It is then up to the lead stallion whether or not he will raise the foal as his own, or kill it in cold blood.

    Rules

    1. No OOC fighting.

    2. Any breed of horse is allowed.

    3. This is semi-adv. so please have 4+ sentences.

    4. Please have somewhat correct spelling/grammar.

    5. Please be realistic in horse behavior.

    6. Dialogue is allowed, though more emphasis should be put on body language.

    7. Twin foals are not only extremely rare, but they rarely survive. Please talk to me first before deciding on twins.

    8. No lone mares or foals.

    9. Please be somewhat active!

    10. Try to keep genders somewhat even.

    11. No power-playing!

    12. Please, have fun!

    Posting

    When posting on this thread, it is required that you have a picture of your horse and that you include their name, age, gender, and band. (Required on every post). Please keep the pictures at a reasonable size.


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  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    || W o l f s b a n e . ||

    lead stallion | 11 years | grey

    Atop one of the many rolling hills down in the plains valley between the mountains stood an old battle-scarred stallion. His body was riddled with nicks and gashes that had been the result of his boastful younger years. In his past he had battled with many other stallions, but, now having a herd of his own, has no time to fret over another stallion's herd. His entire life now was devoted to this herd, his family, whom he would protect with his very life.


    Wolfsbane let out a soft sigh as his tired eyes scanned over the horses just below the small hill he was on. Counting heads, he made sure that everyone was still safe and with the herd. He let out a yawn. The night before was one that did not give him much rest. A storm had blown through and kept most of the horses awake longer than normal. especially the younger ones who did not have much experience with harsh storms. However, everyone was safe now, and that was all that mattered to Wolfsbane.


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    || L a r k s p u r . ||

    herd mare | 8 years | chestnut appaloosa

    At the edge of the herd stirred an older appaloosa mare. Her eyes lifted open, still heavy with sleep. It took her a moment to gather her bearings and become a little more aware. She moved her joints, each one of them cracking after being still for a couple of hours. She blinked the drowsiness from her eyes and looked around, letting out a sigh. Her stomach growled for breakfast and she reached her head down to eat.


    The cool spring air ruffled Larkspur's short mane as she grazed among the tall grasses. The long winter had left the horses of Wolfbane's herd underweight and undernourished, but the spring brought with it new life and an abundance of food. However, with the sudden change in temperature came harsh storms. But the horses could deal with a couple of storms as long as they had food and shelter.


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    || V e n u s . ||

    herd mare | 4 years | chestnut

    Galloping through the herd was a lively little chestnut mare who had been awake for some time now. Even though she did not get as much sleep with the storm the previous night, she still had her youthful energy. The coolness in the air was refreshing since most of the horses still had some winter coat left. It wasn't too cold, and it wasn't too hot. The young mare could gallop around with ease and not get overheated.


    Venus came to an abrupt stop, disturbing the morning dew on the grasses, and let out a sharp snort. Looking around, she began to trot now with her tail held high behind her as she sought after some mischief to get herself into.



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    bachelor stallion | 5 years | chestnut

    Alone walking along the plains grasses was a young chestnut stallion. Being a bachelor, he had no herd to call home and thus sought after a herd to join or a mare to steal. So far, his luck had been bad. Unable to keep a mare for longer than a couple of days, the poor bachelor was lonely and frustrated.


    The last time Cedar had a mare was a month ago, and she was forcefully snaked away by a much older and more experienced stallion. He was as ready as he ever could be to have some friendly social interaction again. Maybe today would be the day he would come across another horse again. He hadn't seen any herds yet, but the day was still young.


  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    lead stallion | 11 years | grey

    From his spot on top of the hill, Wolfsbane could see two of his young herd members playing with each other on the cool morning. He stifled a small chuckle and let his eyes wander to some of the other members of his herd. Most were still just waking up, but there were some who were moving around. Letting out a sigh, the older stallion lowered his head to graze a bit while he had the time.


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    || L a r k s p u r . ||

    herd mare | 8 years | chestnut appaloosa

    At hearing a great bout of rustling behind her, Larkspur lifted her head and looked back. She could see two of the herd's younger members playing among the grasses, She smiled, feeling a little nostalgic by watching the two young horses play with each other. The spotted mare let out a small sigh before moving a bit to give the two some space. She then lowered her head again to graze on the fresh grasses.


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    || V e n u s . ||

    herd mare | 4 years | chestnut

    Venus jumped a little in surprise as she felt a light nip at her mane. At seeing that it was just Astro, she thrashed her head and snorted. She jumped up and playfully struck out towards him with her front leg. Astro was always a good sport when it came to the mare's antics, and she could always count on him to be ready to join in. Pushing off from the ground, Venus ran past Astro and nipped at him teasingly as she went.


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    || C e d a r . ||

    bachelor stallion | 5 years | chestnut

    So far the landscape was barren, or at least as far as Cedar's eyes could see. No horse in sight. The lonely bachelor let out a sigh and kept trekking onward. About an hour later, maybe less, Cedar spotted something on the horizon. It was the silhouette of a horse alright, but whether it was a mare or stallion, he couldn't tell. The mysterious equine was down wind.


    Interested in knowing more, Cedar broke into a trot and began to circle around. He was trying to get closer all while trying to stay out of this horse's scent range. Perhaps this horse was a loner? Maybe they had a herd? Bachelor or otherwise he wouldn't mind. All Cedar knew was that he finally wouldn't be alone for much longer.

  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    lead stallion | 11 years | grey

    Wolfbane's eyes wandered as he grazed, catching the movement of one of his mares moving into the shade. It was Sparrow, one of the mares that was currently pregnant with one of his foals. At seeing her, the grey stallion let himself relax a little bit and raise his head from the grass. He watched her for a moment in thought. From where he stood, he could notice a bit of discomfort in the mare. Feeling obligated to check up on her, Wolfsbane gave a quick look around before walking down the small hill and towards the tree in which Sparrow sought shelter from the sun.


    As he got closer, Wolfsbane began to speak. "Feeling alright, Sparrow?" he asked with clear concern in his voice. "I noticed you seemed a little uncomfortable this morning."


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    || L a r k s p u r . ||

    herd mare | 8 years | chestnut appaloosa

    The appaloosa mare lifted her head from the dew covered grasses and took a look around as she finished chewing. She could see Wolfsbane moving from his spot on the hill to be with Sparrow and she could still see the two younger horses playing about. It was a good thing that Wolfsbane was rather lenient when it came to his satellite stallions, otherwise Astro would probably have been kicked from the herd by now for getting too close to one of the mares.


    Larkspur turned her attention away from the younger horses and looked to Rimrock, one of the older satellite stallions that watched over the herd. Upon closer examination, she noticed him looking at something quite intently. Curious. Wishing to know more, Larkspur began to slowly walk over to Rimrock to figure out what exactly he was looking at. "See anything interesting, Rimrock?"


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    || V e n u s . ||

    herd mare | 4 years | chestnut

    The lively chestnut mare kicked and bucked with her hind legs playfully as she caught sight of Astro chasing after her. She flagged her bright tail and let out a shrill whinny of delight. Venus always did like playing with Astro. There was just something about him that made him so enjoyable to be around. She could only hope that he enjoyed spedning time with her as much as she enjoyed spending time with him.



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    bachelor stallion | 5 years | chestnut

    As Cedar moved closer to the horse that was atop the hill, he could finally scent all the creatures around him. This grey horse, now moving down the hill as he witnessed, was definitely a stallion. After scenting the air again, Cedar picked up on two more stallions and a couple of mares. So, it's a herd after all. The chestnut bachelor thought witch excitement. However, no matter how excited he was to see them up close, Cedar knew the dangers of getting in a lead stallion's way. He had to be smart about this.


    Cedar crept closer, making sure to stay downwind and trying his best to remain out of any of the horses' sights. He watched them all carefully as he went, unsure of their reactions if he were to be found out.

  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    || W o l f s b a n e . ||

    lead stallion | 11 years | grey

    The grey stallion offered the mare a small smile and touched her neck softly with his muzzle in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm sure it will all go well. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Wolfsbane opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off by one of his other mares - Barranca - giving out an anxious neigh. He raised his large head to the sky and looked around, scenting the air. Nothing came up. Now on edge, Wolfsbane couldn't leave this situation alone. After giving Sparrow a sorry glance for leaving her so soon, the lead stallion trotted back up onto the small hill to scan the horizon as far as his eyes could see.


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    herd mare | 8 years | chestnut appaloosa

    Larkspur looked at Rimrock for a moment with curiosity. Strange, she thought. I could have sworn he was looking at something. Letting out a sigh, the mare replied. "Not too bad. I suppose I'm doing alright. Much better now that the grasses have returned." she said. Her eyes glanced quickly towards the horizon but - after not spotting anything out there - quickly landed back on the stallion in front of her. Maybe he wasn't staring at anything after all. "What about you?" she inquired. "Is this morning treating you well?"


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    herd mare | 4 years | chestnut

    Venus kicked out her back legs playfully at Astro and skidded to a stop. "That's a cheap shot," she chuckled, regaining her breath. "Going after a mare's tail like that." She turned to face the playful stallion. "You must know that our tails are our pride and joy!" she cried dramatically. "If you had messed up my tail, then I would have been obligated to tear out your mane! It's herd law!" The chestnut mare was one that loved to be dramatic when joking with her good friends, especially when it came to teasing Astro.



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    bachelor stallion | 5 years | chestnut

    The chestnut bachelor was very close now; the nearest horse only being about a hundred feet away. Downwind he was unable to be scented easily, and using his brownish coat to his advantage, he stayed somewhat camouflaged behind a large rugged bush. However, unfortunately for Cedar, his plan of going wholly unnoticed seemed to have failed as one of the mares let out an anxious whinny. Curses, he thought. Well, there had to be something he could do now. He could always try and steal a mare, but he was doubtful that he could get past the large lead stallion that had now returned to the hill. Perhaps Cedar should just try and join the herd as a satellite stallion. That seemed like his best bet. From there, he would decide his next move. Now having made up his mind, Cedar came out from the cover of the ragged bush and was now able to be easily seen by those who looked for him.

  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    lead stallion | 11 years | grey

    Scanning his eyes about the horizon, Wolfsbane finally caught sight of what was causing Barranca's anxiety - a bachelor stallion. Wolfsbane pushed off from the hill and cantered down towards the strange stallion, skidding to a halt at his feet. The older stallion pawed the ground to show dominance before he settled with an defensive stance. He was confused to why this young stallion had not made any explicit movements to steal one of his mares yet. Maybe he was planning something. "I would take a step back if I were you. Why did you come here? What do you want with my herd?" he asked sternly.


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    || L a r k s p u r . ||

    herd mare | 8 years | chestnut appaloosa

    The spotted mare gave the pinto stallion a small smile. However, it quickly faded with the appearance of the bachelor. Larkspur tensed at the bachelor neared, but was able to relax a bit as Rimrock came between the two of them. That must have been what he was watching out for. The mare thought to herself.


    Larkspur kept on her guard. There was no telling what this bachelor was up to. However, he did seem more...docile than some of the previous ones that the herd has run into. Still, he was a stranger and dangerous. With it being spring and most of the mares going into heat, it was likely he was up to no good.


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    || V e n u s . ||

    herd mare | 4 years | chestnut

    The young chestnut mare turned her ear at all the commotion just a little ways away from her and Astro. A bachelor face to face with Wolfsbane and Rimrock. Venus' experience with bachelors was limited, so all she knew was there potential for harming the herd. Moving behand Astro, she hoped that he would offer her some protection if things went awry.



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    bachelor stallion | 5 years | chestnut

    Cedar stopped dead in his tracks when he was confronted by the pinto stallion. He showed some signs of submission, but not nearly as much so as when the lead stallion came down from the hill. When faced with his demand for answers, Cedar flinched but complied. "I have come seeking shelter. I've been on my own for a while now, I just want company. I mean no harm to you or your family, I promise." he almost pleaded. At this point, the young bachelor was a little desperate for someplace he could call home, even if it was temporary.

  • Nothing is Gentle in This Rugged Land 2.0 || Wild Horse Herd RP || Jump In

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    lead stallion | 11 years | grey

    Wolfsbane didn't respond right away. He stood tall over the younger stallion as he sized him up. He was tempted to throw this stallion to the wind, but Wolfsbane remembered what it was like to be a lonely young bachelor just wishing for someplace safe. That was why he had let Rimrock and Astro stay for so long. His expression softened a little and he let out a long sigh. "Alright," he said. "You can stay. However, if you pull anything - anything at all - that will put this herd at risk, you're gone." With that, the large stallion turned on his feet and trotted back up his small hill to take a quick glance at the entire herd before finally returning to Sparrow's side.


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    herd mare | 8 years | chestnut appaloosa

    Larkspur kept her eyes pointed curiously at the new stallion before they moved to Rimrock. With that problem resolved, all this new stallion needed was a close eye on him - which Wolfsbane was surely keeping - and he would be alright to stay around the other horses. The spotted mare laid her muzzle lightly on the pinto stallion's hip, asking him to follow her. It would be best now to leave the newcomer alone and give him some time to acclimate.


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    || V e n u s . ||

    herd mare | 4 years | chestnut

    With Astro~



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    bachelor stallion | 5 years | chestnut

    Cedar let out a small sigh of relief at the news of him being able to stay within the herd. However, he was definitely intimidated by the large lead stallion who had enough mercy in him to allow Cedar's presence. As the small crowd around him began to disperse, the young chestnut stallion decided he would walk around a bit to get a look at all the new faces. If he was going to stay here, he should at least know what the members of the herd looked like.

  • ᴡɪʟᴅғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ғᴀʀᴍ ❀ ᴇǫᴜɪɴᴇ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴘ ❀ (sɪɢɴ ᴜᴘs)


    Name: Devon Whittaker

    Age: 18 years

    Gender: female

    Role: boarder

    Discipline(s): english, eventing


    Height: 5'4"

    Hair Colour: blonde

    Eye Colour: blue

    Distinguishing Features: none


    Personality Traits: hardworking, stubborn, kind, humorous

    Likes: trailrides, movies, chocolate

    Dislikes: being outside in a storm, it being super hot, lots of wind

    Brief History: Devon's family moved around a lot when she was younger because of her father being in the military, but no matter where she went, she would always ride horses. Riding was the one constant in her ever changing life. When Devon was finally able to get a horse of her own at 14, she purchased a 6 year old OTTB that had been retired and put to pasture for 2 years. Naming him Pathfinder, or Trip for short, Devon took him with her wherever she went, giving him all the training and experience he needed with the help of many trainers to mold him into a wonderful event horse. About a year ago, Devon's father got too sick to remain in the military and was retired. The family was finally allowed to stay in one place. Devon began boarding Trip at Wildflower Farm to continue her equestrian lifestyle.

    Orientation: asexual

    Status: single

    Love Interest: none/may develop


    Horse: Pathfinder

    Plot Ideas (optional): natural disaster hits the barn?

    Other: nothing!




    Show name: Pathfinder

    Barn Name: Trip

    Age: 10 years

    Gender: gelding

    Breed: Thoroughbred

    Discipline(s): eventing; former racehorse


    Height: 16hh

    Coat Colour: bay roan

    Eye Colour: brown


    Personality Traits: excitable, goofy, hardworking, people-pleaser

    Likes: jumping, sweet treats, playing

    Dislikes: water, thunder, anything bright yellow

    Boarded: outdoor; pasture (if thats okay!)

    Other: none!

  • Captured. Wild H{o}rse RP

    Human
    Horses


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    25 | f | english | salem & rowan

    Pulling into the parking area of the mustang auction, Alex parked her truck and stock trailer as close to the area where the horses were kept as possible. She wanted to be able to back her trailer in easily so that the horses she purchased could just run right on. Stepping out of the large grey truck, Alex walked with great excitement towards the building. She had been working with mustangs for a couple of years now and had always seen something special in them. She used to train wild mustangs, but lately she would help train client mustangs and turn them into wonderful companion and sport animals. However, after Alex's very own BLM mustang gelding Mydas passed away last year, she had yearned for another mustang of her own that she trained from the ground up. Today, Alex planned to pick up one of the stallions so that she could have another gelding of her own. However, Alex never really was one to stick to her plans.

    Salem

    The air was hot near the bodies of the other nervous and cramped mustangs. The flea-bitten mare held her head high as she tried her best to avoid being jostled and thrown around by the other horses. They were all being led into chutes one by one as men stood behind them waving loud white things on sticks. Salem was finally pushed to the front of the line and into the chute where she was held in place as the strange men examined her thoroughly. They pricked her with needles and prodded her legs much to her disdain. One man grabbed a strange looking device that smoked like a wildfire and placed it firm against her neck. It was cold. So cold that it burned. When the man removed the device, Salem was left with strange white markings that was numb to the touch.


    The chute opened and the young mare galloped into the small holding pen with the other horses, happy to at least be away from the men with the needles. After trotting the perimeter of the fence, Salem found that there was o way out. She was stuck here just like the rest of the horses. Slowing to a stop, she huddled as far away from the entrance as possible, hoping desperately not to have any more dealings with man.

    Rowan

    Trotting curiously around one of the holding pens was the young pinto stallion. Having already been branded and pricked with needles, he was free to explore the small pen he was corralled into. Rowan let out a frustrated snort. As curious as he was about these people, he thought of this area as much to cramped for his liking, and more horses were still coming in. He tried to keep his distance from some of the other stallions as he had already seen fights break out over the small territory. Rowan knew he was much to inexperienced to have a chance in a territorial spar.


    A loud neigh erupted from his throat. The bachelor had been separated from his bachelor band and has yet to see any of his herd mates. More horses kept funneling in, but none of them her recognized. Even in such a crowded space as this, Rowan had never felt more alone. He wondered if he would ever see them again.


  • The Dogs of Sato Beach [OC]

    Willowclaw | f | Warrior
    Cedarstep | m | Warrior

  • cнaтѕ мaladeѕ {Apocalyptic Cat RP - Sign Ups (closed)}

    Nyx | f | 3 years | japanese bobtail

    Reed | m | 3 1/2 years | somali

  • The Dogs of Sato Beach [RP]

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    female | warrior

    Willowclaw had been awake for some time as she was normally an early riser. When Bearclaw asked for those who would go on the morning patrol, she thought about volunteering. However, two others had beaten her to it. She didn't mind to much, as there would be other patrols later the in day most likely. She at near the group and listened as her eyes wandered the landscape. She stayed quiet, as per her usual demeanor, and much rather preferred to listen to conversation than to partake in it.


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    male | warrior

    Cedarstep was surely not sleeping, but he wasn't really awake either. He just continued to lie comfortably on the ground as he listened to the conversation a couple of feet away. The young male was not fond of waking up so early and wished he could just sleep in a little longer. However, duty calls. Wearily rising up into a sitting position, Cedarstep let out a large yawn and stood to stretch. He was still groggy, but at least his body was waking up.

  • New Earth RP- Introduction & Sign-ups {CLOSED PERMANENTLY}

    Name: Bronwynn Fawkes

    Nickname: Bronwynn, Wynn, Fawkes

    Occupation: Fortune Teller

    Class (Rogue, Mage, Thief, Warrior, etc.): Mage


    Social Class: Lower Class

    Age: 18

    Eye Color: Grey Blue

    Distinguishing marks (dimples, moles, scars, birthmarks, etc.):

    Favorite Things: Riding, sketching, animals

    Hobbies: Riding, sketching, reading

    Habits: Foot tapping, neck rubbing when nervous

    Likes: Rain, cool weather, chocolate

    Dislikes: Hot weather, high winds, coffee

    Fears: Not being able to help those she cares about.

    Hometown (You can make one up as long as it isn't silly and somewhat matches the other villages): Richark, though she travels a lot to tell people's fortunes for money.

    Type of Childhood: Bronwynn grew up on a small plot of land on the edge of Richark with her parents and siblings. Her father worked on their land growing some crops to sell in the market while her mother (a mage) worked from their home reading the fortunes of others using tea leaves and tarot cards. Bronwynn's family was always struggling to make ends meet, but they made the most of their simplistic lives.

    Education: Learned the fortune teller trade from her mother and how to handle animals and crops from her father.

    Religion (Can be either Equinoxist or Sentinelist): Sentinelist

    Family: Ishtar [mother], William [father], Jacob [brother], Brandi [sister], Reed [brother]

    Goals: To make a better life for herself and others.

    Most prized possession: Her gelding Cove.

    Other: She looks like this! This also looks very interesting!

  • The Dogs of Sato Beach [RP]

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    female | warrior

    Willowclaw startled a little bit, almost as if she were surprised with the attention she was receiving. It was Fuzzyheart trying to strike up some conversation. The female found this a little unusual as she didn't really know this male very well, even though they were pack mates. However, she wasn't opposed and thus replied to his question. "Good morning, Fuzzyheart. I'm doing well. How are you?" she asked.


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    || C e d a r s t e p . ||

    male | warrior

    Cedarstep listened as their alpha gave the orders on who would be going on morning patrol. The golden pelted male yawned again and then walked closer to the group. Looking to Bearclaw he asked, "Anything you need that I can help with?" He clearly wanting to be of some use. It would definitely help him wake up more to be ready for the day ahead.

  • Maya's Character Storage || No Post

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    Welcome to my character storage! I need somewhere that I can put some of my characters, so I thought that here would be the perfect place. Feel free to look around at the plethora of characters that I have, but please do not post on this thread! If you are interested in doing a roleplay with me, please just shoot me a message. I'm always looking for new roleplay partners. Thank you!


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    Wolfsbane

    Malachi

    Larkspur


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    WIP