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Physical Appearance - Baring a pelt that's soft, and slightly fluffy to the touch, he's short furred, yet the fur grows long in some places.The fur spikes up on his neck, and at the back of his head.A grey main coat, white toes and a smudged large white spot on his chest.Orange spots are dotted in his body, laid one at the end of his shoulders, one on his shoulders, two small ones of his rump and his left eye his circled by one.One spot is on his stomach, and the rest coming down his tail.His tail is also orange tipped, along with his ears.
His eyes are a faded dark amber, looking more like a faded red.Tall and thin weighted, taller than most his age and below.
Personality -
He can get annoyed easily, far too easily.He'll let you know when this happens, narrowed eyes and a tail smacking the ground.He mostly uses this trait when fooling around. Might just be a tom or a she, he flirts to his please and at the best of his work.He is one to not stop before he has brought someone to a blush, and commonly only does this when boredom catches him.He is one to not give up on his goals, wether it be public or personal.Doing anything dumb to anything clever to do so. He does have a heart, acting kindly to those in need or those who are in worse situations than him.It's more of a reflex rather than something he must think about, and this goes off in any situation.He realizes his doings, and speaks nothing of it.He'll do this to anyone, wether it be the worst person ever or the sweetest benign he's ever met. He watches than does, and is very targeting at what it is.He finds it better to watch other members, which pleases him quite a lot.Silent and unmoving like this, he is seen as a statue. If you bore the tom, he'd leave you talking to yourself.If you get him into a conversation, you've done something incredible.Clever and thinking of things, except just a few, he questions the IQ of others when something stupid comes out their mouth.He isn't very geeky about everything though, well nothing.Sly and quick with his works, he moves fast in his head.
Short History -
Born into the clan, his mother died well quick after his birth, blood loss.He was adopted by a spare nurser, yet left her and became independent in life.
Harekit's head popped up at the voice of the warrior, and he bounced to his feet."Really ?! "Jumping toward the tom's side, he grinned."Cool ! When can we get going ? "He was quite excited, a bit too much of joy had him.A large smile on his face, eyes bright with happiness, he have a purr to let the emotions of the kit get through.His paws felt light on the soil of camp, something he hadn't felt in awhile.
[font=optima][color=white][size=8]The soil was soft under the footings of the phantom, as he had just brought himself to the living world.Watching the medicine cat and the medicine cat apprentice, the faint figure whisped through the bushes, appearing just in the shrub before the pair, in observation.Tail cutting and rippling, he tilted his head, raising a paw to his mouth to cover it over."Mmph."
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[font=optima][color=white][size=8]Stringing out from the shrub, he observed the apprentice, his faint tail looping aimlessly in the air.Faint amber eyes narrowed, his paws spread out under him, lowering his head just beside the head of Surfacepaw.He lifted his head up after a few moments, standing viewable in the area.
Name:: Coldwind Nickname(s):: Cold, {Alias ; Bad Rabbit} Gender:: Tom Clan:: Used to be of RiverClan, rogue now Rank (if so):: Deputy, now rogue Age:: 50 moons Personality:: Intelligent, sly and clever, he thinks fast and plans well.Ambitious at all points, he's also selfish and nonchalant.Secretive, charming and well known for his psychosis ways. History:: He the survivor of 4 still born kits, grown strong and well.He was corrupted in training, and during his warrior-hood, he was haunted by The Dark Forest, then told to take down his mother after he was made deputy.He killed his mother, and when this was found out he was exiled. Future Name(s):: None Kin:: None Other:: None
About You! Username:: T I M E t o l l Passcode:: Roaming Nickname(s):: Red, Redworks, anything you want Activity Level:: 8 / 10 Roleplaying Example (optional):: First or Third Person (which are you going to use?):: Third person. Other::
Wildwood is a small forest in the middle of nowhere, hidden from human sight. It's full of mysteries and magyk, and sprouted from the ruins of a human town. As legend goes, the humans moved away, taking most of their belongings with them, but a porcelain statue of a cat was left behind. The statue grew lonely, and watched over the years as Wildwood began to grow around the old town. With the humans gone, magyk was allowed to return to the land, and it enchanted the lonely statue. It came to lyfe, every pawstep making a soft tink tink tink as it walked across the cobbles. Still, it was lonely. "Please, Wildwood" it sang "I do not want to be alone anymore." Wildwood heard its pleas, and granted the lonely statue three other cats made of not only porcelain and china, but glass too. Thus began the fragile cats of Wildwood.
We Cannot Afford to be Breakable
The magyk of Wildwood is strong, but the outside world is stronger still. The Porcelain Cats, as they have come to be known, have beauty that can be matched by no other. Despite themselves, they cannot afford to be breakable. They must stay strong and safe, and no matter how curious they become, the outside world is no place for a Wildwood cat. This is the only rule the Suits truly care about.
The Laws that Bind Us
There are not many laws in Wildwood. You may never leave, you may never kill, you may never take from those less fortunate. If these rules are broken, you will be sent to the Great Kiln for 'remodelling'. See? The rules that govern Wildwood are simple. Although Wildwood is meant to be a peaceful place, there is nothing to stop the four Suits from their squabbles and skirmishes. Even within Wildwood, cats are not completely safe.
Some cats choose to be bound in the olde religion of the humans that once lived here. 'Never say the lord's name in vayne', they preach. They are seen as more respectable than some, keeping to themselves, and keeping kind, so as not to anger their God.
The Magykal Monsters
If you thought porcelain and glass cats were all Wildwood has to offer, you'd be gravely wrong. Wildwood is home to all sorts of magykal beasts. Iron bears, emerald horses, wire birds, wax rabbits, the list is almost endless. One can never quite imagine something Wildwood couldn't create.
Life in Wildwood
The Royals rule us, the Rooks guide them, the Bishops help us, and the Knights protect us. The only purpose of a Pawn is to exist, and to thrive. Cats in Wildwood must find their purpose. Wildwood is large, and unexplored. Some of us choose to venture into the woods and discover, others choose to stay in their kingdoms and find purpose there. These are the jobs your Pawn can have : explorer (explores Wildwood, mapping it, and gathering data), craftsmen (creates all sorts of trinkets and troves to trade at the markethouse), scribe/librarian (a Hearts exclusive job, records information for library archives), collector (collects beautiful items for their Suit or to trade at the markethouse), armorer/weaponsmith (makes armour and weapons for the Knights), Minstrels (professional entertainers), Maids/Servants (serve the royalty of their Suit)
Children of Wildwood
Being porcelain has a price. Yes you are breakable, and everything is a risk, but perhaps the worst thing of all is the loneliness of immortality. The cats longed for families and children, but their porcelain and glass bodies would not allow it. They asked Wildwood to grant them children. Three trees creaked and sighed, as if to say 'yes'. The cats would blow glass shapes, or mould clay figures to be sent to the Great Kiln. These little statues would sit silently through the night, as their parents drifted into sleep. The magyk of Wildwood would animate them while their parents dozed, awakening to find their new child. Seeing as they are immortal, cats must keep the population down by only having one kits every hundred years.
[font=optima][size=8] The Diamonds ♦ The North group
• Be respective to other members. • If you have an opinion about another member, keep it to yourself. • I have the right to not accept you, no arguments. • Stay active.If you fail to do so after one week, I'll send you a PM about it.After two weeks, your character will be put up for adoption.I understand though, if you have things to do in life.Just tell me. • Stay semi-advanced. • Keep it pg-rated.
character creation
• Your character must be made of either porcelain or glass. They can have other materials on them, but porcelain/glass should be prominent.
• No Mary or Gary Sues. Your cat should have at least one negative trait. It's impossible for everyone to be perfect! Flaws make a character all the more interesting.
• Appearance-wise there are hardly any rules. You can decorate your cat however you want, just try to avoid the appearance of fur (they are made of glass and porcelain, after all), or overdoing accessories.
• Your character may have a small companion, such as a clockwork mouse, wire bird, wax rabbit, etc. Keep it small!
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my form.~ [font=optima][size=8][color=salmon] Name. Rif Age. 675 years Gender. Male Sexuality. Bisexual Written Appearance. A seem less figure with soft brushed porcelain.Something that doesn't quite shine.Crafted a figure of grace and elegance, his legs and neck are quite longer than what they are supposed to be.His eyes and the inside of his mouth is black.The upper most right side of his head his gone, his ear and eye on that side whilst missing.Petal shaped markings curl up under his eye.A creamish-dark white hue is the color of his porcelain, and his markings are black. Small Companion. Clockwork mouse Personality. Rif is quite a kind King, yet has the side of a insanity driven ruler.A intelligent and clever thinker, he, moves with elegance and grace.A most known personality is his generosity to others and selflessness, caring for the strangers in his group and others in the kingdom.Loyal to his words and members, flirty at times and ambitious to his own personal, and public goals. Suit. Diamonds Rank. Royal : King Infatuation. None Spouse. No Queen, yet. Kit. Not at all.
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[font=optima][size=8] rp thread; click here ! plot thread; none chat thread;
{if needed i'll create separate RP threads for each group}
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[color=linen][font=georgia]age "30 moons.thank you, if you think I look 20."
gender "female, idiot."
rank "you speak to the deputy now."
wolf or cat? "well, do I look like a wolf?" Feline
[color=black][font=georgia][size=16pt]l o o k i n g g l a s s [/size] [color=linen][font=georgia]
pelt soft and fluffy, curly and long.a grey tabby.
eyes a green, brown and hazel.
breed "Siberian, dearest."
scars? "Most are hidden."
other? none
[color=black][font=georgia][size=16pt]t h e s o u l [/size] [color=linen][font=georgia] personality "Kind and loyal, I have my strict side.Ambitious and intelligent, I thinks fast and smoothly.Graceful and elegant on my feet."
likes "Snow and silence."
dislikes "I hate the sun, getting wet and a lot more."
strengths "I can go through snow easily, and I am quite well at battle, due to my tall and strong build."
weaknesses "Fishing, I hate it, and working with other people is a pain."
[color=black][font=georgia][size=16pt] h u s h h u s h [/size] [color=linen][font=georgia] history wip
[font=optima][size=8][color=white]King Rif walked down the stone paths of the town, a tap created with every step.His one eye pointed forward.The hole in his head made a hollow whistling noise when the wind blew.Spotting Lunaris, he decided to greet her."Lunaris!"He let out, speeding up his pace and finally stopping before her."Ello."
[font=optima][color=white][size=7pt]Rift gaze transferred to the walls of the tunnel hall.The wired lights reflected over the darkest spots of his fur.Blue eyes fixed forward now, his footing silent on the rock.Rounding another corner he looked like he had just been walking around in his secondary form.The claws scraping in the rock, creating no true noise to echo in the cavern room.The risen platform surrounding it seem more relaxing now than ever, making the creature lay himself upon it, the tassel of his form waving.
[color=white][font=optima][size=7pt]"No need."He commented on her actions, giving a snort of quick laughter.Smiling at her, he gave a nudge to her chest with a paw."Strong heart though.Most likely one of my most loyal Knights."Seating himself right before her, he fixed his black gaze on her.
