Posts by Wendy Bell.

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i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
WENDY BELL
life is a maze and love is a riddle

[color=#3F5050]student-- radicalclan -- very easy

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i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
WENDY BELL
life is a maze and love is a riddle

[color=#3F5050]student-- radicalclan -- very easy

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A light and almost inaudible cough could be heard as the delicate creature ever so slowly, trotted along the decaying paths of the quiant little village. She had traveled far and after looking through different clans and the like, she now like this one due to the over all friendly and folky vibe it seemed to wave before your face. Her soft brown eyes fell upon one of the many beastly looking and vine coverd statues guarding the village and nearly thundered away, but, after checking to see if the thing was even a living being, she found it was as inanimate as a rock and heaved a hurried and not as truthful giggle. "G-got myself worked up o-o-over a st-st-taute. Hehe...."

Shortly after this, she continued along her way until she reached an invisible boundary line that smelled strongly of, well, urine. "Oh...oh my.", she managed, before taking a few steps back and thus staying out of the range of the stuff. One short cough later and she was still standing there, quietly awaiting some one to notice the rather curious and lost looking filly who had wandered up to the place.
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i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
WENDY BELL
life is a maze and love is a riddle

[color=#3F5050]student-- radicalclan -- very easy

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One ear twitched at the sound of another's voice and frantically, she began to search the area for the source of the thing. Finally, those wide and childish orbs fell upon the speaker and she was a bit shocked to find that this lass was but a cougar.

Well, didn't seem like this particular creature was stalking her with slitted pupils, so it was probably a heathy guess that she wasn't hungry at the moment or in any way hostile towards little fillies whom are named Wendy. The kiddo took one nervous gulp before finally shakily replying, "I-i-i'm Wendy B-bell, miss. I-i came to see if I c-c-could join."
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i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
WENDY BELL
life is a maze and love is a riddle

[color=#3F5050]apprentice-- arcadianclan -- very easy

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Since it was decided Wend would stick to backboard clans and that Arcadianclan looked active enough, it was only natrual that she just scamper away from Radicalclan and decide to join Arcadianclan instead. So, that's what brought the delicate creature to where she was currently standing now, upon the aged steps of stairs that may have just been thousands of years old. Yes, she did have to encourage herself to even set foot upon the slightly spooky looking things, but it seemed she was able to make it this far without having a panic attack.
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i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
WENDY BELL
life is a maze and love is a riddle

[color=#3F5050]apprentice-- arcadianclan -- very easy

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Quickly, she looked up to see the feline and thanked the heavens it hadn't been a filly eating monster that had spoken. "W-wendy Bell a-and I'm h-here to join.", she steadily and shakily replied, allowing a slight yet rather warm smile to cross her muzzle if you will. What a nice fellow he looked to be!

As the little fox and cheetah(?) approached, she flashed them too a tiny smile, but the expression was a bit delayed as she realized that one of the creatures that had walked up, from what she had heard, was a carnivorous beast that often could eat even zebras. But, those thoughts were swiftly abandoned as the creature offered a kindly smile as well and she put a bit more effort into the one that was upon her own face.
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does it bother anyone else,
DUILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight-- hawkclan -- medium

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A scowl as always present upon the veteran's tan muzzle, Emilio made his lumbering way towards the familiar border of a clan he had been prisoner of many, MANY moons ago. His fiery amber eyes settled upon the monster of a castle that was the main hub of the clan and finally, his mighty paws ceased their treading. Here at last. The only reason he had returned was simply to join the clan of the only one he deemed true family now that everyone probably had forgotten about him and now that he cared little for his blood brother, way back in the Insignia. It was about time he rejoin society before he completely lost it and ended up like he did that one time he actually broke.

So, there sat the grumpy giant, towering above the little line that marked the border between the outside world and one full of talking creatures that resided in an almost threatening castle. Hopefully, if he was lucky, his old friend would be able to remember a certain Italian Rottweiler.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight -- hawkclan -- medium

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Now, there was someone. Ah, the thrills of joining yet another clan and having to look at the faces who would you ultimately abandon, that was, if he thought of ever leaving the place. "Emilio and I'm here to join. Hey, do you guys have some dude named Quarternote around? Just wondering.", barked the beastie as he looked at the war chief, a hint of steel in those worn down amber orbs of his.

Ah, seems more were filling in, huh? Well, that always happened. Sooner or later, they'd learn to back off when Emilio was present. Just wait and see, fags. At the sound of another voice, his dull gaze flickered over to Bucky. "Yeah well, I'm aware of that, smart ass. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be here, requesting to join your sorry excuse for a clan." Certainly, he didn't feel that way towards them any longer. He usually had to throw at least some rude comment in when joining and what better way to do that than insult the very community you're about to join? Charming, wasn't he?

A small nod was directed towards the others as they waltzed up, just to acknowledge their presence.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight -- hawkclan -- medium

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A sigh drifted up from the enormous maw of the canine as he settled back on strong back haunches and allowed his eyes to look hither and thither. Let's just get this over with, he mentally grumbled to himself before giving his handsome coat a good ol' shake as well as his chest a swift lick. Shortly after, he raised his boulder of a cranium in the air and thundered, "HEY SCRUBS! COME AND MEET YOUR NEWEST MEMBER, DAMN IT!"
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight -- hawkclan -- medium

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Pals with ol' Emilio?
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight -- hawkclan -- medium

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( *waves back* Yeeep. Hey, aren't you Quarter's roleplayer? Sad to find out he be dead, he was an awesome character! ^^ )

"What do ya' expect?", he snorted, a tiny grin beginning to spread across his snout. Oh, how he probably had the most colorful world choice in his opinion! He often even coped others whom had much superior profanities to shout as well as plenty of other words, adding to his large assortment of vocabulary. Really, it was a tad funny if he thought about it. "Hey, Yukine. Yeah, sure, a pleasure. You're probably going to be regretting ever saying that, twat. Wait a minute, did you say Harbringer? Why does that ring a bell? Who are some of your relatives?"

"Yello, pipsqueak." A slight glance was directed towards the smaller as he spoke, folded ears jerking back a bit to better hear the younger. "Two days? You're a trooper, squirt. Keep strong and maybe you'll be promoted someday." Despite his overall rudeness to almost every living thing, he was sort of softer when speaking and interacting with kiddos, mainly because he thought them better than animals his own age and just because he liked them better. Besides, they were rather cute.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight -- hawkclan -- medium

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As Yukine blabbered on about those who were apart of his wide-ranged family, Emilio was sure to keep his ears perked in hopes of hearing a name that sounded familiar or one that he had grown to know. Serpentine, Aima, Risencorpse, no, no, no. None seemed to remind him of anybody... Then came the name Russiansolider. Russiansoldier, Russiansoldier, now where had he heard that. Some pacing followed as well as a good clunk to the head to get his brain running and after many minutes of searching through his mind, which was just about the most difficult thing you could do if you'd had amnesia about two months ago, an icy, bitterness clouded his once shimmering eyes. Blizzardclan.

That's where he had been from. That was also the place he had eventually frozen to death in. Plus, it was the past stomping grounds of a friend named Gilbert whom had died a miserable death and of course, none other than the dude he would rather die than face today, Antonio. That's where he was from, that's where. "I knew that Russian guy. Scary, but...it was sad to see the big guy go."
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]knight -- hawkclan -- medium

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After about a day and after hearing from some NPC that the very friend he had joined this clan for had sadly passed on, Emilio knew that he must leave. There really wasn't much left for him anymore. Everyone he knew was either dead, had disappeared to some where, or like his former younger brother, just disowned. So, really, it was time for him to get on the road and go find a place where the grass grew greener, maybe get a brand new shot at life while he was at it. It was a shame, really, but it had to be done.

So with heart as heavy as a stone and eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears, a friendless Emilio slowly made his was towards the border, turned around to face the breath-taking castle once more, bid one final farewell, and stumble off.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]member -- the mire -- medium

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Oh, he'd heard the rumors about this place. Somewhere where rudeness wasn't taken no matter what and was always punished, but hey, he was a bit brainless and didn't quite care for punishments. Bring it on! What could they do that was THAT bad? Sure, he'd try his best to water down his angering ways, but it may be a bit hard to do at some times so it should be no surprise that there were at least some punishments in his future.

Still, he pressed on, bound for the old and decaying factory where he could live out his life, far from those who used to be apart of his family and those he'd rather not face anymore. So, that's what brought him to the boundary line, a big hunk of muscle and sarcasm right there, awaiting the presence of some member of this new clan. Now this is sure to be f*cking interesting...
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

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Much more polite than his past self, but still a hint of unamusement and snarkiness in his voice, the big fellow replied with, "Emilio, and I'm here to join." As shuffles of feet were heard, the beastie lifted his boulder of a head up to survey his fellow peers and thought, Well, I'll be! A complimentary peanut gallery! I should really thank the guys. He knew by the end of the day, they'd all be having to say something about him and he knew that it would certainly not be something mild nor friendly.

As the few finally arrived, his amber eyes drifted over each one. A normal cat, a serval, some other small creature. Wow, how he'd been expecting larger animals! Normally, there was a tiger or lion in the clans he joined, but it seemed they were fresh out of those around here. Must be because they were new, huh? After a look at each one's faces, he found out that two of the three that had joined the group were looking rather uneasy about his arrival. Hey, I can't blame em'. Oh, look at that. One of them seemed uneasier than the other. Huh. Finally, he took his orbs off the worried duo and returned his gaze to the one whom had required name and business.

As the crunching of dead grass was heard, he turned his head around for a final time and was met with the familiar black spots and golden fur of a cheetah. What pipsqueaks they were! He'd only ever seen one other creature of the same species, and that was all the way back in Blizzardclan. Odd, he thought he'd see more. Oh well, seemed cheetahs weren't all that these days. Servals used to be, and he was able to remember PLENTY of those things and it seemed there was even one here as well.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

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A yawn stretched the guy's maw open and after shutting it, he overheard the chattering of animals. Oh goodie. Tail swinging lazily behind him, the unenthusiastic one made his way towards the source of the voices and stopped once he caught sight of a few peers scattered here and there as well as some furless thing in the middle of a pit of what looked to be scarves. Oh great, we have a fricking baldy? Jesus, I hope we don't go into battle with that thing! It'll make us look bad. Friendly, wasn't he?

"Gee, those scarves she's wearing sure are nice...but not HER!, chuckled the sarcastic bugger as he came lumbering over and plopped down upon his rump. That was sure to get some interesting reactions from others, as well as beg the hairless femme to send him off to scrub the floors or something like there was no tomorrow. Whatever it was, he knew it wouldn't be well received by the locals already living there. He knew they were no nonsense and such rude remarks were unwanted.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

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Hey there everyone! Ooo, maybe she could get to know Emilio and they can be sorta friends? I don't know xD

Could anyone please suggest some personality traits for Emilio? I want to change him up cause I know that rudeness and overall grumpiness is frowned upon here and simply because I just don't want to roleplay a grumpy guy no more. Any trait could help, even something small and thanks so much!
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

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"Uh, thanks.", he coughed, gaze flickering towards Nebula. How it was hard to keep unwanted commentary inside him! One day he'd burst and it certainly wouldn't make him look any better than the way people were already glancing at him. "It's a pleasure." Hardy family, hm? That was new. He'd never heard of it in his many moons in this mixed up place, well, not the Mire, but the whole expanse of land on which the clans resided in general.
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

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Thanks you two! And awesome, I can make the thread if you want.

Yeah, maybe I can shape him into a casanova/friendlier/still sarcastic guy, hehe. Once again, thanks so much for the great suggestions and I'll be sure to work towards something that fused them all together :3
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does it bother anyone else,
EMILIO
that someone else has your name?

[color=#3F5050]soldier -- darkclan -- medium

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Oh, was Em back in business and better than ever! Not only had his personality drastically changed, but he was no longer the sobby and depressed mess he had recently been, one that only a man without a family to turn to or any friends for that matter could possibly be in. Now, he was out to start a new life for himself, sport some friends and maybe find a nice woman and settle down to make a family with her. Definitely a changed lad, that was for sure!

So, a much happier expression than ever before clearly presented on his face, the rottie sat by the invisible borderline, hoping some soul would notice the madly smiling chap at the door to their house sort of speak. Hopefully they're reasonable people, not like I was back then, hell no!
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