Posts by Yato

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    [size=28pt]♔ Alistair Beaumont[/size]

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    I gritted my teeth and shot a glare at Zacharie, letting my hair help to cover my eyes. “Well it'd be nice to have a friend.” If I can even call him that... I thought, narrowing my eyes slightly at the idea. “Why do you even wear a mask?” I asked, trying to sound as pleasant as possible as my eyes drifted upon Judge once more, eyes softening. “Well, technically everyone wears a mask. A different persona for everyone or every group of people, but yours is quite literal...” I chimed, shrugging a bit as I leaned to the side.[/fancypost]
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    What if we just forgot about the original plot and made up our own with the new group. . . ?
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    [align=center](c) ❥ ℵεαя

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    name: Aeglaeca


    gender && pronouns: tom && he / him / his


    age: 24 moons


    rank wanted: Senior Warden, though it would be nice to be appointed a higher standing (rank).


    duties they will take on: Recruiting, hunting, fighting


    appearance: His fur is kept at medium length and cleaned to a perfect, snowy white. His eyes are golden like honeycomb, with a mix of green like pine, turning them into a beautiful hazel. His legs are longer than most cats, making him more agile and quick, so he tends to run a lot more over long periods and distances. Because of that, his legs are the most muscular. Aside from that, he's a bit on the scrawny side, but he's built up with muscle nonetheless, though not as much as some. The tip of his tail looks like it's been dipped in a pool of black ink and stained, but he was born like that.


    personality: ▷ Articulate — having or showing the ability to speak fluently and coherently — he takes several moments to think about what he will say before he lets the words escape his mind and venture out his mouth.
    ▷ Charming — polite and likeable — he has proper manners, and has been taught such since he was much younger, and can be flirty, sometimes, to get information, usually.
    ▷ Sadistic — deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others — it can also be said that he likes the feeling of pain inflicted on himself... he loves the sense of fear and pain in others' eyes... so fulfilling...
    ▷ Callous — showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others — pshh... I suppose I'll just say he's a b-tch... with reason...
    ▷ Eloquent — fluent or persuasive in speaking or writing — d-mn can he be persuasive... but he can also be quite manipulative....
    ▷ Resentful — feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation at having been treated unfairly — I don't see why I should get into this, because if I do... that will let you in on his past. and we shan't have any of that now.
    ▷ Nihilistic — rejecting all religious and moral principles in the belief that life is meaningless — he doesn't believe there is a god, but he can't say that he denies (fully) that there isn't one.
    ▷ Solitary — done or existing alone — he's a lone wolf, and he intends to keep it that way. “if you want something done right, do it


    strengths: ▷ lying and manipulation / coercion
    ▷ his (odd) sense of patience
    ▷ dexterity / cunning / agility
    ▷ running
    ▷ climbing (trees, cliffs, etc.)


    weaknesses: ▷ kits
    ▷ people in need / distress
    ▷ he's actually rather afraid of himself...
    ▷ he can get rather cocky at times
    ▷ (sexual) love, questions, actions, etc.


    history: He was left behind by his family, so he doesn't really know how to communicate with others, though he is still fully capable of respecting those above him. He was approximately one moon when the Wardens found him and chose to take him in, and no one really saw him as much of anything -- neither did he. Though, it was several more moons after before he was able to admit to the Joining. When he did, everyone seemed to accept him as if he was there the whole time, not just some outsider. He rose up rather quickly, once the Wardens (more specifically the First Warden) trusted him, finding a spot as a Senior Warden now. He does not seek power, but it would be nice to be respected by more people. (I have almost no idea what to fill in here, to be honest)

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    (c) ❥ ℵεαя



    Alistair Beaumont




    oh god, no, don't you say that you're leaving...! oh no don't leave me!


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    [size=16pt]THE BASICS[/size]


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    Nickname(s);; none. he doesn't really like being called anything except “alistair”, his first name.


    Gender;; masculine


    Age;; 21


    Date of Birth;; january 1st


    Sexuality;; asexual - biromantic (but leans towards heteromantic)


    Position;; the genius[/fancypost]


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    Faceclaim;; dylan o'brien


    Height;; 5'10''


    Weight;; 142.1 lbs


    Hair Color;; mahogany brown


    Eye Color;; sky blue


    Body Modifications;; none[/fancypost]



    [size=16pt]DIGGING DEEPER[/size]


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    Personality;; Destiel
    ▷ Unsocial — not seeking the company of others — though he's a nice person at heart, he is rather shy and doesn't like to talk to people because he gets nervous and has anxiety.
    ▷ Cantankerous — bad-tempered, argumentative, and uncooperative — he's rather stubborn, that's that, and tends to only listen to himself rather than let people in.
    ▷ Articulate — having or showing the ability to speak fluently and coherently — she takes several moments to think about what she will say before she lets the words escape her mind and venture out her mouth.
    ▷ Charming — polite and likeable — he has proper manners, and has been taught such since he was much younger, and can be flirty, sometimes, to get information...
    ▷ Sadistic — deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others — it can also be said that he likes the feeling of pain inflicted on himself... he loves the sense of fear and pain in others' eyes... so fulfilling...
    ▷ Callous — showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others — pshh... I suppose I'll just say he's a b-tch... with reason...
    ▷ Eloquent — fluent or persuasive in speaking or writing — d-mn can he be persuasive... but he can also be quite manipulative....
    ▷ Resentful — feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation at having been treated unfairly — I don't see why I should get into this, because if I do... that will let you in on his past. and we shan't have any of that now.
    ▷ Nihilistic — rejecting all religious and moral principles in the belief that life is meaningless — he doesn't believe there is a god, but he can't say that he denies (fully) that there isn't one.
    ▷ Solitary — done or existing alone — he's a lone wolf, and he intends to keep it that way. “if you want something done right, do it yourself.”


    History;; answer


    Kin;; ▷ amber g. vinyl — step - mother — alive
    ▷ mikael l. beaumont — father — alive
    ▷ victoria s. serah — half - sister — alive


    Likes;; ✔ cats
    ✔ running
    ✔ the mountains
    ✔ shopping for clothes
    ✔ black coloured roses
    ✔ swimming in wild bodies of water
    ✔ sweets (occasionally)
    ✔ music (particularly screamo, heavy metal, rock, etc.)
    ✔ pain
    ✔ fog / mist
    ✔ coffee (usually black)
    ✔ writing
    ✔ cuddles (like, oh my f-cking god... best thing ever... especially when he feels upset)
    ✔ the smell and feeling of rain
    ✔ alcohol


    Dislikes;; ✘ bad hygiene
    ✘ indulging too much
    ✘ ignorance
    ✘ sudden movements or noises
    ✘ junk food
    ✘ pain - he doesn't like that he finds merriment from this feeling, especially when inflicted on himself
    ✘ filth
    ✘ being kissed / touched without warning
    ✘ being touched by someone he doesn't know, trust, or particularly like
    ✘ sexual questions, actions, love etc. also a fear
    ✘ bright lights (especially when he's in a dark environment or he just woke up)
    ✘ people who have, almost, no clothing on when out in public
    ✘ sloppy joe's
    ✘ utter silence
    ✘ being looked down upon / pitied


    Talents;; ▷ archery
    ▷ running fast and over long periods of time / far distances
    ▷ playing the piano
    ▷ outsmarting opponents


    Strengths;; + lying and manipulation / coercion
    + his (odd) sense of patience
    + dexterity / cunning / agility
    + running
    + climbing (trees, cliffs, etc.)


    Weakness;; - children
    - people in need / distress
    - he's actually rather afraid of himself...
    - he can get rather cocky at times
    - (sexual) love, questions, actions, etc.
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    [font=georgia][size=16pt]LOVE LIFE[/size]


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    Turn ons;; ✔ light coloured hair
    ✔ unnatural hair colours (he may make exceptions to dark colours for this)
    ✔ pale coloured optics
    ✔ violet / purple optics
    ✔ muscular, but not too muscular
    ✔ lip biting
    ✔ can make him smile and / or laugh
    ✔ kind / mean to an extent
    ✔ protective
    ✔ enjoys drinking alcohol


    Turn offs;; ✘ dark coloured hair
    ✘ silver hair
    ✘ black / grey optics
    ✘ no fashion sense
    ✘ scrawny (where bones stick out extensively)
    ✘ too little / much muscle
    ✘ kisses on lips / says “i love you” too early into the relationship
    ✘ clingy
    ✘ always seeming to be thinking about themselves
    ✘ bad / poor hygiene


    Crush;; TBD


    Boyfriend/Girlfriend;; Possible development


    Spouse;; N / A[/fancypost]



    [font=georgia][size=16pt]ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER[/size]


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    Username;; yato


    Screen-Name;; [color=white]❥ ℵεαя


    Activity Level;; [color=white]weekdays: 1-3 (because little to no access to computer) ; weekends / break days: 9-10


    Muse Level;; [color=white]8-10


    Other;; [color=white]n / a[/fancypost]


    [font=georgia][size=5pt][color=white](c)bokeh

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    Sʜōɢᴏ[/fancypost]
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    Track - - -
    reserve Dylan O'brien fc, please?
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    [align=center](c) ❥ ℵεαя

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    Sʜōɢᴏ[/fancypost]
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    Track
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    [align=center](c) ❥ ℵεαя

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14pt; color: black; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px silver;]▲ ▼ ÆGLÆCA [color=white]▲▼[/fancypost]
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    Sʜōɢᴏ[/fancypost]
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    Train tracks.
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    [align=center](c) ❥ ℵεαя

    Pandora Lamia Lilith
    [img width=361 height=510]http://animecity.su/images/Gal…_render_38_by_blackna.png[/img]


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    rules to be established - - -
    - this is a zombie apocalypse thread.
    - be realistic with items you already have or find.
    - if you join, you must be open to homosexual relationships / actions
    - this is a mature thread, so you should expect gore, profanity (if you didn't already see), drug / alcohol use, etc. (though if it gets that, we will do fade in / out)
    - semi - adv+ (you must post a minimum of 5 good, detailed sentences -- a paragraph -- along with proper grammar, punctuation, etc.)
    - you must post a picture (or mulitple, if you'd like) of your character(s) (from which i'd prefer being anime / manga / video game images), age (or at least state it in your rp post), name (forename, middle name, surname), and then your actual rp post -- plus any information you may want to include or have for a little bit of notes / background on your character.
    - use a fancypost / template for your posts.


    my rp - - -
    Weary. Yes, that's the word. Tired is an understatement, and exhausted is a little far-fetched. I staggered a bit, but tried to keep my composure, as I walked through the city. Shall I call it a city? I don't even know. It was mainly just a broken down city that was flourished -- before all this sh-t -- and had some walls put up around it, along with a bunch of military units and men and women from the army -- soldiers -- stationed on the rooftops to keep a look out.
    Although they usually didn't send civilians to do work outside the walls, I was chosen. Mainly because a huge mob of zombies came through and wiped out a bunch of soldiers, along with some of the civilians. These people are quite indolent. They don't know sh-t about how this whole system works -- I suppose that saying really is true, either you kill or be killed. Though, when you're in 'ere the military is in charge... we've had to cut down rations, and civilians aren't even allowed to carry weapons -- even knives -- unless you're going outside the wall with a group, or ''squad'' as they call it. It's bullsh-t, to be perfectly and utterly honest. Do I cuss to much? Oh well, get used to it.
    I made my way into a short line, folding my arms over my chest as I looked at the other people in front of me. I was wearing the same outfit I wore yesterday and the day before, even the week before... Did I never mention civilians were rarely given clothes or a chance to wash anything? Perhaps it's just common sense. Only a few people were in front of me, and the line was moving rather quickly, but it was still rather monotonous just waiting for this, I was already weak as it was because I was working on building up the wall and delivering supplies from here, to there, and back again... Just a few things that vex me.
    Black stockings that came up to my thighs with black converse-like boots with some red-maroon details, a maroon tank top, and a black jacket accented with maroon. Oh, right, don't forget the few sheaths, holsters, and straps to hold the weapons I'd be given... along with a knife I kept secretly on my upper arm.
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    Train tracks - - -


    Going to use Dylan O'brien (shapeshifter) and Krysten Ritter (vampyre or witch -- undecided)
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    work in progress

    Aeron Damian Aeglaeca
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    NAME:
    Aeron Damian Aeglaeca


    GENDER:
    Masculine


    OCCUPATION:
    Swordsman / Soldier / Captain


    RANK:
    Head of Military


    FAMILY:
    ▷ Amber g. Vinyl — step - mother — alive
    ▷ mikael l. Aeglaeca — father — alive
    ▷ Victoria s. Serah — half - sister — alive


    PERSONALITY:
    ▷ Unsocial — not seeking the company of others — though he's a nice person at heart, he is rather shy and doesn't like to talk to people because he gets nervous and has anxiety.
    ▷ Cantankerous — bad-tempered, argumentative, and uncooperative — he's rather stubborn, that's that, and tends to only listen to himself rather than let people in.
    ▷ Articulate — having or showing the ability to speak fluently and coherently — she takes several moments to think about what she will say before she lets the words escape her mind and venture out her mouth.
    ▷ Charming — polite and likeable — he has proper manners, and has been taught such since he was much younger, and can be flirty, sometimes, to get information...
    ▷ Sadistic — deriving pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others — it can also be said that he likes the feeling of pain inflicted on himself... he loves the sense of fear and pain in others' eyes... so fulfilling...
    ▷ Callous — showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others — pshh... I suppose I'll just say he's a b-tch... with reason...
    ▷ Eloquent — fluent or persuasive in speaking or writing — d-mn can he be persuasive... but he can also be quite manipulative....
    ▷ Resentful — feeling or expressing bitterness or indignation at having been treated unfairly — I don't see why I should get into this, because if I do... that will let you in on his past. and we shan't have any of that now.
    ▷ Nihilistic — rejecting all religious and moral principles in the belief that life is meaningless — he doesn't believe there is a god, but he can't say that he denies (fully) that there isn't one.
    ▷ Solitary — done or existing alone — he's a lone wolf, and he intends to keep it that way. “if you want something done right, do it yourself.”


    APPEARANCE:



    HISTORY:



    OTHER:
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    I think I read somewhere that people always pick alias' that are subconsciously derivative of their original name. It's a way of not completely letting go of your identity. Since your name is so tied to your original self.


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    Sʜōɢᴏ[/fancypost]
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    Train tracks.
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    Aeron Damian Aeglaeca
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    I couldn't say this was the most intriguing fight I've seen, yet it wasn't the most monotonous one, either. Although, the sight of blood and teeth flying, along with the sound of bones and limbs crunching, did catch my attention the most, and it filled up my core to the brim with belligerence, though it was pleasurable. I was leaned forward, a smirk lacing my lips, with my arms resting upon my thighs. Once the male went unconscious over his opponents strides, I couldn't help myself but to let out a chuckle as I stood up, making my way to the back where I was to meet my... acquaintance for whom was going to give me this prize that was the winner of this chain of fights. No, I shouldn't call them fights. These were petty -- basic -- compared to what I was used to.
    I folded my arms and scanned the female “She took quite the beating. I wish she had taken less damage -- oh, not that I care for her health or anything, but it would've impressed me more.” I murmured to the other male at my side, speaking of the girl, Gunner as people called her, as if she wasn't even present. I looked over my shoulder as I thought I heard my name, but it must've been my imagination. I looked back at the female, shoving my hands into my pockets.
    “I bet you think you're extraordinary, yeah? Because you put a few of the weaker ones down, hmm? No, don't even think for a second you'll last very long during an actual fight. You're nothing. Your fighting skills and techniques are sloppy.” I grumbled, narrowing my eyes and cocking my head to the side, tilting it. But you have a sliver of potential. . . . “Did I confuse you? I called you weak. Oh, but don't be vexed, either, because I'm here to help you.”
    I hope I'm confusing you. Calling you weak, then giving you some hope. Perhaps I'm giving you mixed signals? Can you not interpret them? I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at the ground. Ugh. The floors absolutely atrocious. I looked back up at Gunner. “Shall we be going? I have a car parked outside and I'll take you to my house.” I said “You can wash up when we get there.”
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    Of course, Yellow :3
    I nodded curtly, brushing past the two and heading for the exit. Though there weren't many people back there, I still had to push through a myriad of people. I opened the door, stepping to the side while I held the door open for Gunner with one hand, letting it shut once she passed through. I returned my hands to my pockets as I guided the female to my car. No, it wasn't something expensive like a Lamborghini, but it wasn't shabby like a Ford Fiesta... just something a little in between -- though more on the 'commoners' side -- a Toyota Corolla, ebony of course.
    I pulled out the keys from my pocket, clicking the button to unlock the car. I went to the trunk and pulled it open, revealing a plain blanket and a bunch of 'pointless' things. I pulled out the blanket, revealing a few weapons before I shut the trunk and opened the passenger door, draping the blanket over it. "So you don't bleed all over the interior." I mumbled, going to the drivers side and settling myself in the seat, switching on the ignition, waiting for Gunner to get inside.
    Just as she shut the door, I went in reverse and pulled out of my parking spot on the street, a little ways from the building where the fight commenced. I began driving down a bunch of roads, even a highway for a little while before we went back onto more 'normal' streets that were in the city. After about thirty minutes, I turned into a driveway. My house looked like a normal family house, two story, white paneling... I don't know, but I assumed it was better than anyone else's at the fighting rink.
    I switched off the ignition and pulled out the key, stepping out and shutting the door, making my way to the front door and unlocking the front door, waiting for Gunner once again before I locked the car and stepped inside. I turned to the female, shutting the door and locking it. "Okay, the only rooms you're allowed to go in are the kitchen, living room, hallways, your designated room, and the bathroom in there." I said. The kitchen was to the left once you walked in, the living room to the right, "Your bedroom is up the stairs and all the way down the hall on the right, mine is on the left. If you go in there, I promise you, I'll kill you." I said, walking down the hallway and to the door at the end of it, "This is the garage, I use it as a gym, or training room if you would. You may go in there only if you tell me or if I'm present. Understand?"
    I knew she understood fully, perhaps I just wanted to be an a--. I walked into the kitchen, semi ignoring Gunner, and opened up a cabinet filled with alcohol "Oh," I called "and I would prefer if you only drank the vodka, if you're gonna drink anything." Wait, how old is she? F-ck it, we're already doing illegal sh-t. I grabbed the whiskey, twisting the cap off and taking a gulp, as I walked back out into the hallway. "I'm pretty sure there's some medical supplies in your bathroom, if there isn't just tell me and... I'll handle it..." By 'handling it' I meant cleaning the wounds with water, pouring some vodka on the wounds to act as antiseptic, then wrap them in some cloth or something else I could find. It was better than nothing.
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