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  • Testing

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    [font=courier][size=23pt]GRAVEDIGGER WAYNE[hr][justify][font=georgia][b]FULL NAME: gravedigger wayne
    CODE NAME: Bruce, batman
    NAME MEANING: digger yourself deeper into an endless hole of dirt and nothingness
    FACTION: blizzardclan
    POSITION: apprentices
    AGE: 7 months
    GENDER: male
    GENDER IDENTITY: male
    DATE OF BIRTH: unknown
    PLACE OF ORIGIN:unknown[hr][font=georgia]PERSONALITY TRAITS:
    POSITIVE:
    -
    NEGATIVE:
    -
    SKILLS:
    STRENGTHS:
    - moving silently
    -
    WEAKNESSES:
    -
    BRIEF HISTORY: November 25, 2016 - joined blizzard clan
    Month day, year - info[hr][font=georgia]SEXUALITY: bisexual
    LOVE INTEREST: none
    CRUSH: none
    BODY MODIFICATIONS: none
    TATTOOS: none
    SCARS: none
    OTHER: n/a
    ADDICTIONS: none[hr][font=georgia]ABOUT YOU:
    FORUM NAME: dannychan
    MUSE: n/a
    ACTIVITY: 9/10
    PLOT IDEAS: n/a
    FACE CLAIM: Bruce Wayne - Gotham
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    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • Testing

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  • Testing

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    [justify]AN IRON FIST IN A VELVET GLOVE; ANOTHER VULTURE [b]POSING AS A DOVE. SO YOU HAVE NO [b]SHAME. LOOK AT [b]WHAT YOU'VE BECOME YOURE THE REASON WE ARE [b][i]BITTER AND THEN SOME. THEY SING OF [i]SAVIOURS, WE SING OF [i]SARROW. BUT WERE STILL HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE. YOU SOLD US DOWN THE RIVER — gravedigger
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  • BUT ITS GETTING US DRUNK — open joining + medic needed

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]grave was so tired. He was only barely able to keep himself awake and standing. The small feline took a slow breath and looked around he territory. It was beautiful here, which was a plus, and kept him awake and distracted. Delicate paws gently poked at the thin layer of snow that was beginning to deform and licked his lips.
    Suddenly he was very scared. What if this wasn't the right clan? What is that nasty loner pointed him in the wrong direction and left his ass here to freeze to death. He glanced around rapidly, secretly hoping someone would find him, bring a nice warm blanket. Some soup would have been nice too. He looked down and pursed his lips, not wanting to interrupt anyone if someone was out there.
    An hour, two hours, three passed, and he could feel the frost bite starting to set in. He ahivered, sniffing softly as tears began to fill his wide, blue eyes. He was more than scared. He was terrified, and the fact that he was so small didn't help anything. He bit his lip, discovering it was completely numb along his his toes. A tear feel from his eyes and onto the pure white snow, terror taking his body ass he shivered, trembled.
    He was going to die out here and he knew it.

  • PLOT WITH GRAVE

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]hey there! Grave is my newest character, and he's super sweet and smol. He needs a boyfriend because he's gay af and stuff. He's 7 months old and a total sweet heart, a gentleman, you know, super smol. Just post you idea and I might give it my stamp of approval!!

  • all my favorite colors — o, meet and greet

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]grave was very.. cold. This entire place was cold, and they was not good for the short furred feline. The make padded over quietly. uh.. hello. I'm gravedigger.. he greeted quietly.

  • ani's bae is padme @ open , return from the void

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]as the small male grew older, his eyes were slowly becoming more and more green. He didn't like it, but he knew he would have to deal with it. His bad side said tear them out, his good said love himself. To him, everyone had to sides: a good and a bad. Sometimes the good was uglier than the bad, and the bad was prettier than the good. For example, he was about to used the ugly good side. He padded up to pearl and tilted his head. dude. You look pretty shitty. You doin' ok?

  • forehead birthing area > open + 600 posts

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]oh this was very.. interesting. The small feline would pass over slowly, shivering slightly. Everything was cold here. Everywhere was cold. uh.. what's that thing on your forehead?

  • BUT ITS GETTING US DRUNK — open joining + medic needed

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]a warm body pressed against his, and all he could do was sink into the fur of the larger creature, his body trembling pitifully from the cold and the tears that cascaded down his cheeks. 's cold.. s-so cold.. the child whimpered, slowly moving to look at tama as she arrived. A flash of a memory cracked through his head. He knew this lady- though not from this life. He felt a fiery warmth as the fire was lit and the blanket was draped over him. He quickly moved to warm his small little toes, sniffling and whimpering. hurts.. t-too cold..

  • BLOOD AND THE BULL / OPEN, REJOINING

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    Grave was, once again, freezing his small little toosh off. A soft little whimper came from the shivering boy as he moved over, biting his lip. h-hello. I'm gravedigger. It's nice to meet you. he said softly.

  • make a wish && open + joining

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; line-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify;]ah someone else. The small male had learned to bring a blanket along with him, and extras if someone needed it. hello. Welcome to the clan. Are you cold? Do you need a blanket..? I'm gravedigger, by the way..