Posts by ShadeClaw246

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1700366

RolePlay Thread Link, check it out.

Here is the link to the Roleplay thread, check it out.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1700366

Cleo

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A blazing icy fire danced wildly throughout the barren landscape. Its frosty tongues licked at the frozen trees, and seeped into the frosty white grass. Throughout the whole realm, no place seemed as inhospitable to life; but this was where she felt most alive. Upon closer inspection, the cold flames where no free wildfire. They made up the coat of a silver ghost, an echo, a light sketch across the harsh snowy setting. A fox, whose pelt was woven of a shimmering ice blaze. Her only give-away was the piercing pair of eyes that combed the surrounding forest. Cleo's home wasn't hospitable, it was openly avoided by travelers. The cold's bite, deadly storms, and camouflaged beasts were no tourist attractions. That's exactly why she liked it; Cleo decided as her paws melted into softer, fleshier hands and feet. Leaving a lone girl to stand in the wind's screams and battering gale.

For Sekori, there wasn't much to pack. The walk back to her small hut was easy enough, Kule prowled beside her silently. He didn't seem half bad, he wasn't loud. Sekori enjoyed that, maybe this would not be as bad as she had invisioned it. Hurriedly, (as usual) the young girl began to stuff various possessions into a small leather satchel. Slinging on a dark coat, she was about to leave when a slim form blocked the doorway. Slightly annoyed, Sekori snapped her gaze up to see... Lora. Her annoyance grew, "What do you want?" She asked crisply. Kule stood behind her and gazed at her sister with bored eyes. Lora's dark brow furrowed, and her soft bottom lip became squished under her teeth. "Just to say goodbye to my little sister, and wish her luck on the journey." Lora gazed at her worriedly, but refrained from closing in space for a hug. Sekori felt anger flush her cheeks, "As if she could just stroll in here and talk to me like nothing happened!" she thought heatedly. Storming past her big sister, Sekori seethed coldly "I don't need your luck, I can make my own!"

The plot is explained in the link. Everything you need to know is here: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1700366 . People are already competing for the spot, so I'd reccomend that you submit a form ASAP to maximize your chance at getting the role.

Awesome! I'll give litebrvt••• and any others twenty-four hours to submit a form to be fair. If nobody bites, the role is yours.

Name: "My name is Jack Coles. Just Jack, not Jacky."
Age: "I'm seventeen years old."
Gender: "Uhh, female last time I checked?"
Personality:
"Well I'm not exactly what you would call 'social'. After Mom died, I just stuck to my art; I've grown up fine without friends. I guess I'm a bit of a loner, but its fine that way. I've been described as patient, quiet, reserved... I prefer the term observant though. At times I have a bit of what is called 'dry sarcasm'; but that is only when I'm really strained. I''m not really a bubbly, hugging, pink-obsessed girl. I'm not afraid of dirt, and personally find all wildlife breath-taking. Sometimes I think I am hard to read, genuine smiles are scarce from these lips. I haven't ever been close with anyone, even Dad. I guess that if that ever happened that it would take a while to earn my trust and respect. Once I am comfortable with someone, I am a lot more open and relaxed."
Appearance: "The average girl. Somewhat tall, thin, a little petite; but not doll-thin. I have dirty-blonde hair that has a playful yet subtle wave, it falls to about my shoulder-blades. My face is oval, with defined shape and soft features. Eyes are a shattering hazel, usually enhanced by a little of mascara on my thick lashes. My eyebrows are above them, and are a dark brown... My lips are a healthy dusty-pink, no lipstick. I am not a huge fan of make-up. As for clothing, nothing too fancy. On the normal day maybe jeans with a nice top and a hat. Sneakers, boots, or flats on my feet, high-heels serve no purpose to me. Nothing too special on my appearance..."

Why don't you go ahead and start? That way I can get a feel of the plot and how the story is going to go.

Velia has always been a runner. She’s run from threats, hurt, secrets… and until now she’s always been skilled enough to get away. An orphan from a merciless past, the once sweet young girl finds herself a thief, a criminal. Velia has many secrets, but one day her biggest is discovered. Velia is a Katorin. A member of an ancient race with talents beyond one’s wildest imagination. Long ago, in order to save their race from extinction, the Katorin scattered their people throughout the stars in a deep slumber. Many perished, but few survived. One day, she is caught while stealing a mysterious pendant, by which she has been hired to retrieve from an employer. While in an attempt to escape, Velia gets into a conflict with an alluring boy and his older and more gristly companion. In a desperate scramble to leave, Velia accidentally uses her gift of her race, earning the interest of her new captors. Deciding to keep her as a prisoner, they set out to the Witches’ lair; who have sworn to reward any who can bring them the nearly extinct Katorin. In their journey, many close escape attempts are made to fail, as to her annoyance the boy seems to be just as skilled as her, and always just a step ahead. As the story progresses, the boy is learned to be a Katorin as well; even though Kai the gristly old man has sworn to end their existence.
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Plot: You and your bounty-hunter mentor never expected any trouble that one misty night. That is of course until you heard the screams. On an evening stroll down to the local harbor side to meet a client, the two of you are assaulted by a range of pleading, calling, and yes, screaming. Racing towards the disturbance, you find your current employer tied and gagged on the docks. The decided payment is gone, and the only other life to be seen is the disappearing cloak-sleeve around the corner. In a frenzied chase to catch the thief, you find that the culprit is not only a girl but is a Katorin! Oblivious to the fact that you are one as well, Kai decides that the payment for the captured sorceress would be far better than any other. The two of you plus your fiery new prisoner start to make your way towards the Witches' Lair, a long and dangerous journey decidedly worth the risk. The Katorin fights for escape, but thanks to your strong gift, fails. However as the trek continues, you find yourself more and more drawn to this girl. And what will you do when you find yourself falling in love with you hostage?

Requirements: I am looking for an advanced roleplayer who is semi-active (one post a day minimum would be nice, but I get that we are all busy). Your charrie should be a male, roughly in his late teens. As for his branch, it should be something that can be used to help contain/aggravate my character. For example if he had control over shadows he could easily catch/sneak up on Velia. I couldn't care less about looks, and for personality I don't care as long as it is well-developed. Please don't rush into their relationship, in the beginning, they should be pretty close to loathing each other. Feelings shouldn't begin to develop within the first day. Thanks, and feel free to ask any questions. Create a form, and I will see you shortly!

"Jacky?" A thin, weathered secretary scans the lobby through crimson spectacles. Her wispy grey-streaked hair is pulled back so tightly that it stretches her wrinkled cheekbones. Though her tone is firm, the slight wobble in her words is just enough to hint at her ripening age. "I'm here." Jack stood from the cushioned waiting chair, a small smile played on her lips. "And actually, it's just Jack." She corrected politely, approaching the woman to hand her a stack of paperwork. It felt weird to be at a school past five o' clock. Everything seemed to move sluggishly with no bells or coursing halls. The secretary studied the work, sifting through pages softly and nodding her approval. "Everything seems to be in order. Just come by tomorrow morning to collect your schedule before homeroom."

Jack gathered her satchel and nodded her acknowledgement. "Thanks, I will. Have a nice night Mrs. Cobble."
She said picking up the woman's name from a polished desk label. Mrs. Cobble brightened at the statement, and wished her a delightful evening as well. Reminding her to get plenty of sleep and a good breakfast tomorrow morning. Jack only half-heard her though, her mind was elsewhere. By "elsewhere" she of course meant what would happen tomorrow. She hoped that nobody would notice her greatly, she preferred to be left alone. Quietly leaving the office, Jack pushed open the front door to the school. Noticing that her Dad's silver Jeep was absent from the curbside, she began to follow the sidewalk down to the street.

Jack was to preoccupied studying the sidewalk to notice the slight flicker of movement ahead. Maybe Maine won't be half-bad. Her boots carried her crisply down the street, her silhouette sliding along the frost bitten bushes. It's no Colorado, but at least there's snow. Jack hugged her coat into her torso, a faint airy scent of lavender and honey stuck to her clothes.

Jack freezed, her hand drifting to her leather bag by her hip. An animal? Bear? Coyote? David had warned her that Maine was wild, she hadn't assumed that her dad had meant that they would be on populated streets. Suddenly, her icy blue gaze is caught on a patch of blonde hair in the middle of a remarkably thick bramble patch. "Uh, Hello?"

((Thanks! I really appreciate your compliment, and that's totally fine. Have fun at the shoot!))

~Alright, I look forward to it.

Jack cracked a small smile, it was shy; evident by the way she tilted her neck down as her white teeth gleamed. Nonetheless, still there. "That's quite an inconvenient place to lose something." She lifted her electrifying blue gaze again to meet the boy's. "Need any help finding it?"

"Jack." Jack replied, absentmindedly running a slender hand along the side of her dark blonde hair. Her fingers slid through the subtle waves and tucked a loose strand behind her ear. "Do you go here?" She gestured towards the silent school with a casual hand.

( Sign-up/briefing thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1700366.0 )

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Blood. So much blood. Lapping at her paws, dripping from her muzzle, hazing her eyes; it stained her fur crimson. A killer's red coat of honor; or a label for countless sins. Why did they always have to look at her while they grew still? As their life seeped out onto scuffled dirt floor; eyes drifted up. Never failing to find her own... they sometimes were distant. While her gaze was all too clear. Other times they were confused, or sad, or hurt. Silver wished they could be angry. To look at her with simmering malice, and to die with a frozen snarl on their muzzle. But no. Always too quiet, so soft it was loud. If they could have only just done something, anything, to add to the kindling of her burning fire. Just a little shred to feed to her rage, her lifeline. So many eyes... Blue, green, brown, hazel; misting... dimming... falling.
Silver snapped awake, her gaze coursing through the damp warehouse while her body not moving a twitch. Her heart was racing, a steady flurry in her tight torso. How often had she had that dream? Silver let her sea-green eyes settle from their frantic scanning onto the steel cage bars pressed into her face. Too often, she decided; and blew a slow breath out of her nose. Same life, same cage, same Pit. Whose life would she steal today? How many breaths would she rob of how many dogs? The she-dog furrowed her brow, no. She was letting her thoughts run freely again; that was hazardous. It was that kind of carelessness that led to mistakes; and mistakes led to death. What had Parcel taught her? The most important rule of The Pit? Don't think about anyone but yourself. No dog here will ever willingly trade them-self for you, so act. No hesitation, no mistake. Those rules had gotten her here, and they would carry her out of The Pit if she could just hold onto them. Silver's ear cringed as the first whine shattered the dry air. It sounded like the new canines were just emerging from their drugged slumber. Oh how she hated this part.

Jack shrugged at his response "It's high school, you'd be inhuman if you did like it there." Her hands slid smoothly into her wool coat's deep pockets, warming up from the thick fabric quickly. "Pity that you won't be there often though." She shifted her weight to her left boot, looking at him with curious interest. "I could-" Jack started, and was cut off by a silver truck pulling up ahead. It slid neatly next to the curb, and emitted a curt bellow of a honk. Grinning with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, she looks towards it. "That's my ride. Maybe I'll see you around, it was nice to meet you." Jack blinked widely as another honk split the frigid air, and gave a small wave before jogging to the truck and climbing into the front seat.

The ride home was quick and painless. No long scoldings of 'getting out there' and 'living a little' from her father. Jack would take his babble over Jeanitte, his girlfriend, any day over a speech. "She sounds lovely David." After being away from him so long, it had been too hard for her to call him Dad again. And he was too guilt ridden to accept the title, so Jack simply called her father by his name. "You'll like her sweetie. She has a fondness for art." David winked at her, pulling into the driveway. However they soon discovered that the revered Jeanitte had long since gone to bed. Surprised, Jack looked at the clock the see that it was already nine. After a hasty goodnight to David, she retreated gratefully into bed.