Abnormal
He nodded and walked back with Wren, every so often he would glance at her shining fur, long structure, beautiful eyes-wait, what? Abnormal became very stiff as they entered camp, eyes calculating his own thought process. Beautiful, huh? He glanced over at Wren one more time and grinned. Yes, very beautiful.
Rising Dawn
"Oh, I see." Rising Dawn murmured, then looked at Tyri." How about you? Are you feeling alright?"
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Name: Ender
Gender: Male
Wanted Rank: Healer
Rank: Healer
Breed: Australian Dingo
Age: 28 moons
Personality(3+ Sentences): Reserved for the most part, despite untamed nature. Tends to be very stubborn, but keeps most his comments to himself, by himself means actually talking to himself. Has a dull personality beside his usual night terrors, most of them causing him to blackout, becoming very 'feral', but he has learned to control it....mostly.
Looks(2+ Sentences): A large Australian dingo with cream fur, has a caramel and brown outline, including the paws, ears, and tail. Has a pair of hazel eyes, with specks of gold.
Crush: None
Mate: Forbidden?
Kin/Kits: Hijack(adopted brother)/None
Other: I'm Feral
Why You Wanted To Join: I simply love this idea and role playing more than real life....
Hollowsoul decided to stay quiet, and wait for his leaders return, that is if he he returned. It seemed that when the clan was at its worst, he ran to the hills. It was very unbecoming and slightly upsetting to the future medicine cat. Was everyone abandoning him without a reason why? Shaking his head, Hollowsoul tended to Choko, easing her worries.
Hollowsoul
Hollowsoul wore a stoic face while sitting amongst his other clanmates, waiting for Stolenstar to continue. He kept glancing over at Shatteredice, a feeling of great desire to be next to her, but resisted. She was so difficult to understand, what did she mean? It was eating him up inside not knowing. StarClan, why are she-cats so frustrating?
Name: Oliver Stone
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Diagnosis: Hallucinations, hears voices, homicidal, suicidal, anorexic.
Looks:
Room: Room 7
Personality: Oliver speaks very rarely, usually when something requires an answer or when he talks to himself. He uses nods and actions to describe what he's thinking. He also tends to space out a lot, entering his own dreamland with his imaginary friend Noah, or as the doctors call him a 'hallucination'. Oliver has a temper that most would consider violent, involving screaming, swearing, and violence. Often times he'll just be sitting alone sketching or rocking himself to get rid of the voices plaguing his mind.
History: Oliver was subjected to sickness at the age of four, shortly after his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Throughout that time, he was taking care of his weak mother and straying away from other children. At the time, his parents were divorced, something he thought was normal until he saw other kids with both their parents, leaving him slightly angry and confused. A few years later, his father contracted cancer and died when he was nine, leaving him in a state of depression throughout 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade, developing his hallucinations. After falling in love with his best friend and only friend for that matter, and formed a relationship, his mother was outraged with the fact he was dating a boy and said she hated him and wished he was never born. Shortly after, his boyfriend started ignoring him and Oliver lost his mind, trying to kill him and himself.
Other: Not really.....
>>Track! Reserve a male, please?
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Oliver
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Olly
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male
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ALS
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Has a breathing and feeding tube holes on his body for when he can no longer function by himself.
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172
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Oliver has a tall slender build, mostly from his past anorexia. His hair is dark chocolate brown, considting of a few blonde streaks. Eyes are a light blue with a touch of hazel when reflected in the sunn.
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Ever since a young age, Oliver has been silent. He rarely speaks to anyone outside his family and likes it that way, finding that other people his age are illiterate idiots. He tends to sketch at the most random, when sudden inspiration hits him, you can't ever pull him out of it once he's in it. That also goes when he enters his own dreamland where he keeps all his fantasies and thoughts safe from other people. But he truly is caring, meaning he'll most likely wipe away your tears and hold you, and never speak of it to anyone.[also traits are accepted.]
.history.
Oliver was subjected to sickness at the age of four, shortly after his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Throughout that time, he was taking care of his weak mother and straying away from other children. At the time, his parents were divorced, something he thought was normal until he saw other kids with both their parents, leaving him slightly angry and confused. Especially after having several step-fathers throughout his young life. A few years later, his father contracted cancer and died when he was nine, leaving him in a state of depression throughout 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade, developing his anorexia. After falling in love with his best friend and only friend for that matter, and formed a relationship, his mother was outraged with the fact he was dating a boy and said she hated him and wished he was never born. Shortly after, he was diagnosed with ALS, along with the shocking and devastating breakup between his boyfriend who decided he was better with a girl instead of a dying lunatic. Does he go shouting about his past out loud? Only when he loses temper, which might be often.
.family.
Mother: Sherry/Alive, Father: Michael/Deceased, Step-Brother: Aiden/Alive, Step-Father: John/Alive
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Homosexual
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Oliver is done with love...
.friends.
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@ I Luv Lionblaze Sure! That sounds pretty cool to me!
Hollowsoul sat around the camp, eyes scanning his surroundings. His clanmates moved about while he stood silently. The air was cool against his pelt and he didn't mind it one bit. He waited for his apprentice to come and find him, there was training that needed to be done. If he didn't have an apprentice to always worry about, he would be out hunting or doing something to aid the clan. This day was already turning out to be boring, but then again, what wasn't?
Galepaw woke up late, the sun shining in her eyes, She hissed in frustration at oversleeping. Didn't the other apprentices wake each other up or something, or are they all just useless. Well, she really couldn't judge since she was the one who was probably missing some important training. Pulling herself to her paws, the young apprentice made her way into the camp clearing, searching for her mentor.
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. Oliver // Sterling // Stone .
face claim // Logan Lerman
full name//
Oliver Sterling Stone
gender//
Male
age//
17
diagnosis//
alice in wonderland syndrome
family//
Mother: Sherry/Alive, Father: Michael/Deceased, Step-Father: John/Alive, Step-Brother: Aiden/Alive
personality//
Oliver speaks very rarely, usually when something requires an answer or when he talks to himself. He uses nods and actions to describe what he's thinking. He also tends to space out a lot, entering his own dreamland with his imaginary friend Noah, or as the doctors call him a 'hallucination'. Oliver has a temper that most would consider violent, involving screaming, swearing, and violence. Often times he'll just be sitting alone sketching or rocking himself to get rid of the voices plaguing his mind.
history//
Oliver was subjected to sickness at the age of four, shortly after his mother was diagnosed with cancer. Throughout that time, he was taking care of his weak mother and straying away from other children. At the time, his parents were divorced, something he thought was normal until he saw other kids with both their parents, leaving him slightly angry and confused. A few years later, his father contracted cancer and died when he was nine, leaving him in a state of depression throughout 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade, developing his hallucinations. After falling in love with his best friend and only friend for that matter, and formed a relationship, his mother was outraged with the fact he was dating a boy and said she hated him and wished he was never born. Shortly after, his boyfriend started ignoring him and Oliver lost his mind, trying to kill him and himself.
crush//
Oliver is done with love...
extra//
Oliver is bisexual, just throwing it out there
. "Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight." .
[font=segoe ui][color=black]theme song // Blue Ocean Floor/Justin Tmberlake
Sorry for my mistake of my face claim, I was honestly falling asleep while working on my form. But it is now changed so I hope you are not offended inn any way.
JOINING
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A B N O R M A L behavior
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Galeflight
( GENDER )
Female
( AGE )
28 moons
( RANK )
Medicine Cat
( WANTED RANK )
Medicine Cat
( CRUSH/MATE/KITS )
Volcanicstar/None/None
( RELATED TO )
None
( PERSONALITY )
Galeflight is a calm and collected cat with a strong sense of right and wrong. She never really likes to speak or to be social; but sometimes he can be a kind and sensible a cat. Galeflight is a quick decision maker with a fiery temper, and is extremely stubborn. However, she is honest and straight forward, if she has a problem with something she'll tell you.
( HSTORY )
Galeflight was born in the Air-Forces Clan. Her mother was mates with a rouge, and was often looked down on for her mistake. She never abandoned her kit, though. Always making sure she was healthy and well fed. When Galeflight became an apprentice, her mother caught greencough, which eventually turned into blackcough. She died later on, leaving Galeflight with the name of her father, in case she ever needed him
( ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE )
The night was cold against the she-cats fur, the water rippling with gentle touches if wind. Her mind was clear as was her body peaceful. Stars glimmered down onto her and Galeflight listened carefully through the swaying grass, the dew upon then sliding down the weak stems and onto the marsh floor. A high up hawk circled the tall trees of pine, before landing on the single branch giving it a wide view o the area.
Galeflight wanted to lay down in the soft weeds around her, knowing they would caress her in a sleep without the constant worries of the world around her. If it was meant to be this difficult, then her questions would be answered about why cats fought so hard to continue on in a cruel world such as this. Indeed, this answers were foolish and unimportant, but held so many meanings to which path she would have to take later in life.
( OTHER )
I might make another cat later on...
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Oliver //Olly// Stone
Oliver hasn't spoken in three years since starting high school. Instead of using words, he uses simple nods and shakes of the head to describe his answers or feelings. This behavior was formed after the death of his father at the age of nine, since he has no interaction with others, he isn't bothered about talking about it, making him feel guilty for not caring more. This also caused him to develop an anger that pushed others away, being singled out from groups and abandoned by friends. Oliver now is seen always with a book in his face, with a dark depression of hallucinations and voices.
Oliver woke with a groan, mind straining from the thought of school. He had often begged his mother to let him be homeschooled, but she always said they didn't have the resources for it. After getting ready and chased after the bus, which would be the tenth time this month that it left without him. Once stepping off the crowded bus of screaming kids, Oliver entered Hell. Making his way towards his locker, collecting all of his necessary things and made his way to the Library, happy to read alone with no one bothering him. Once inside, he sat near the windows and put his earphones on, book already open.
Noah
Noah looked own at the boy beneath him, a smile plastered to his face. It had been several years since he had last seen the boy. The ash covered most of his features, irritating Noah for not being able to see his face properly. Instead, he took note of his new apparel of clothing and hair style, frowning at how different the other looked. He had grown since then, a taller and slender version of him taking the place of the young child he knew. When the boy opened his eyes and glanced around wearing a face of complete confusion, Noah decided to speak then." Clyde?" He called out, testing out his name which he hadn't said in years.
>>Hope this is good enough....<<
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Oliver stood motionless as the others woke, eyes staring out of the windows of the cafeteria, the outside so close but far away. His hands curled into fists, teeth gritting together trying to feel the pain that would all but disappear in a year, or maybe even months. Honestly, would it matter when he died or not? No, it wouldn't. Blue eyes glistened as the rising sun hit his face, sending tingling feelings of warmth down his body. He knew he did this everyday just to feel something, anything, before it was gone. Oliver didn't want to spend his last few months here, just rotting away. It wasn't fair to him, or anyone else here for that matter.
O L I V E R
S T O N E
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Oliver sat quietly by himself in the middle of hallway, surrounded by his own hallucinations. The blank world of white was gone, replaced with vibrant colors and living things. He wore a face of indifference, eyes scanning the shaped world in front of him. Oliver was fine with being alone in this world of his, no one could bother him here. Everything was as it should be, as it would ever be. And that was all he needed to undertand.
Noah gave Clyde a warm smile, relieved that he still remembered him. Leaning over to get a better view of Clyde, he brushed some ash off from his shaggy hair. Noah then gave a look of concern upon further inspecting the other. "Are you okay?" Noah asked, extending a hand to help Clyde up from the ground.
"Well, basically your in my realm, or dimension. Whatever you want to call it." Noah explained, hoping Clyde would understand. "I brought you into my world when the bombs went off." Felling oddly guilty all the sudden for just pulling the other through. It must have been difficult to go through, like it was when Noah jumped to Clyde's world.
