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[b][glow=#8892A8,2,300]Bias.[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#9DA3B0; background:url(http://www.themesltd.com/backg…twinkle_twinkle_stars.jpg); min-height: 150px; width: 500px; padding: 0px; border: 3px solid #BDBDBD; border-top: none; padding-top: 20px;]
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A cold wind surrounds you like the hair of a beautiful girl. Your old, tattered clothes don't supply much cover for your body in this ghastly weather. Where did you end up? In the streets of France. The night won't last long, you hope. Abruptly, you come to a screeching halt as you come face to face with a short haired boy. He's about your age, 11 years old or older at least. What is he doing out here?
"Don't fret, boy." The black-haired figure speaks after awhile. Even through the fog of the alleyway, you can still make out the boy's sharp green eyes. He speaks softly, like the sound of a breeze rushing through an aged olive tree. The boy takes an unexpected breath, louder than his normal ones. "I am Alexandre. I know who you are already."
Alexandre snakes around you with dangerous elegance. He cocks his head slightly forward, as-if trying to say something insulting, but holding it back. 'How does he know me?' You wonder in panic. But the lithe boy answers your questions immediately.
"I know everyone. I'm a runaway." He says a little too forcefully. "I know you are too. I lead a group of runaways in fact." Alexandre smiles scantily, but still eying you. He might as well stare into your soul. "They are called the Bias. I'm their leader, master you could say. Join us, I know you are a runaway too." The lad offers, his hand held out for a handshake. He takes off, motioning for you to follow him in the dark alley of France.

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[Season]
Summer stare down on us like copperheads on their mice. As we prepare for the blistering heat of summer, we clean off our winter things. The afternoon sun is as hot as the desert, though we bask in the shady covers of cliffs and coves.

[Who Are We?]
We are Bias. No, doesn't stand for anything, just Bias. We are upholding the code, to protect and serve our clients. Our motive is: Serve and Protect. as obvious to what it means. Be a client, or stay low and vindicate our client. Some call us the murderers, some call us the loyals, but most call us the ninjas. But without further ado, I invite you to join us, the Bias.

[Our Land]
Bias is located in the deep shallow caves of a secluded beach. The caves act as cabins for groups of our members, three in each. We are not seen, as the caves are found beneath a ledge on the earth skirting the beach. Our camp still has reach to the shores, so our members are able to take a swim if they like. But that is just our camp.
Battlegrounds are on the far side of the beach, too spare our camp from being brutally whacked by blood. The Training Dump is a ditch in the skirt of camp, sometimes used as a battleground as well to prevent invaders to be able to scurry out of the sand. Huntin' Hollow is in the grove nearby, not a two mile walk either. If you run, it takes only about a minute to get there.

[The Code]
Our code is just like our motive, short and tangy. I advise you to not skip this part, as it is important but also boring.
"By the crystal bells we sing, to the joy and to the triumph we celebrate. A new protection to a new client, we will never lose our nerve. We will always serve and always defend our new requested soul. For we are the Bias we lie if we are in the shadows that we call the funniest. We will always divide, cooperate and multiply, for we are a growing protection program."
Now, it might seem like a song, you are right, it's our anthem and our code. After your first entry to this roleplay, put anthem in your ooc. Moving on to what we hunt!

[What We Hunt]
Elk~deer~snowhares in winter~wolverines~bears if we are lucky~fish~turtle and bird eggs
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Rules adapted from Whitethroat's Oakclan and slightly edited to fit this roleplay by me
1. No cursing, insulting, bullying or rude-joking. Ever. Respect is a very important topic for me, and anything less will not be tolerated. If you feel that you are being treated this way, please PM me with as much details as possible.
2. Please keep discussions in OOC to a minimum and on topic and refrain from posting only in OOC. If OOC chat begins to become a problem and is distracting from the RP, OOC chat will be banned in general.
3. This is a semi-advanced RP, meaning that if you cannot write between 3-5 sentences (of corse, you are permitted to write more), this RP is probably not for you. *note that occasional short replies are acceptable, just please do not make it a habit*
4. No more than 3 characters are permitted per person, although only 1 is encouraged. (This does not include if your character is a girl who has children during the RP)
5. No more than 2 kits may be born to any girl. This is to prevent chaos within the thread.
6. Your character(s) may not have have any supernatural abilities. (Such as flight, x-Ray vision, transformation powers, etc.) This also means no wings.
7. This is not "boyfriend/girlfriend group". Boyfriends/girlfriends are not the only thing that happens in a group.
8. All members of the clan must obey the master, who is able to perform ceremonies.
9. Do not mini-mod. If you see a problem, report it to me via PM
10. If you are inactive for more than seven days, with the exception of letting me know ahead of time, your character will either be demoted from their higher rank or taken off of the RP allegiance completely.
11. You must be an active RPer to request a high rank in OakClan (ie. Leader, Deputy or Medicine Cat).
12. After 1000 posts, this sign-up/chat thread will be redone, but only by me.
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[Members of the Bias]
There is only four other ranks other than the members. One is called the Master. There is only one master, which is me. I am Alexandre, some call me the Head, some call me the Fraud, but most people call me Bullseye. Why Bullseye? I'm the one that bountyhunters are looking for. Mainly not anyone else in Bias, just mighty me. Now I don't want to sound like a bragger, but I'm the one who gets things done and keeps things together. Enough about me, let me introduce you to our members.

Master[max. 1, currently 1] ;; The master is the one who gets things done and keeps thing in order and under control. He is also the one who is told of matters being out of the group. The master is the one who accepts runaways to join.
Chainer[max. 2, 0 currently] ;; The chainer is the one who puts boys or girls from the group into the Shack. He will only let them go/put them into/from the Shack if the Judge[see below] proves them guilty or innocent.
Judge[max. 1, currently 0] ;; The judge is responsible for proving runaways in the group guilty or innocent if they have done trouble.
Shocker [max. 1, currently 0] ;; Shockers are the ones who execute runaways if the Judge says so. He/she will also host arena battles such and such.
Members [unlimited] ;; Members are the one in charge of hunting for the group, fighting for them, spying, or even cooking for the group. They are the ones who work most of the time around here.

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Roleplay Thread ;; n/a yet
Adoption Thread ;; n/a yet
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MASTER ;; Alexandre played by iris
CHAINER ;;
JUDGE ;;
SHOCKER ;;
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Form adapted from ⬆️εphεmεrαl⬇️'s THΞ HΛVΞN

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One prophecy. One enemy. Many sacrifices. This was the cause that turned the packs to stone. Not a hair of the wolves twitched for 11 years. It was the battle for the throne, and an opponent did everything to get it. Even cursing the pack. The battle raged for days, until the enemy had done something horrendous. It convinced a sark to curse the Yosemite Pack, turn all of it's members to stone. Unfortunately, the sark had misinterpreted the order, and turned all of the remaining packs to stone, including the Yosemite one. Proud and foolish, the enemy pack relished in the amount of land they had. What they didn't know, was that one member from each of the stone packs escaped. They quit the pack all at once before the curse was cast. Now, they are on a journey. A journey to free the California packs.

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You are a Californian wolf. The packs had been turned into stone, except for a devilish pack who caused it. You quit your pack before the stone curse, and now you must journey with three other wolves to defeat the sark. When they defeat the sark, the curse will be freed and the packs will come to life once more. The other three wolves are from either the Redwood Pack, Yosemite Pack, Death Valley Pack, or the Joshua Tree Pack.

SIGN UP THREAD ;; http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…8.msg78309558#msg78309558

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1. Not a character may have no weaknesses. There is no such thing.
2. If you even dare to fight vulgarly in OOC, you will be banned from this thread.
3. Inactiveness over a week will result in being taken off the members list. Excepted if told beforehand.
4. A user may only have 3 characters max. This is excepted if a character is a she-wolf with pups
5. A she-wolf can only have 2 pups max. To protect the thread from chaos.
6. If you die, then you must stay in Starpack for 3 days. You can only interact with materialized wolves through dreams.
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There may be more or less ranks and/or different names for them. May or may not have similar ranks as a real wolf pack.

Alpha; The leader, doesn't make many choices of his own and is usually directed by it's Forger
Forger; One who directs the Alpha into making decisions.
Surveyer; One who alerts the Alpha for any sign of attack
Caller; One who starts any trips (ie. hunting trips, camp movement)
Scripter; They carve bones in order to take record of events. Treated with respect as they are wise and talented
Obeyer; The learners of the pack
Castout; Wolves born with a deformation or unability. They will be cast out of the regular camp and must live on the edges of the territory. A subject to abuse.
Softskin; The pregnant or nursing mothers
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Alpha:
Forger:
Surveyer(s):
Caller(s):
Scripter(s): Y X U T

(Yosemite Pack)
Obeyers:
Castout(s): Me

(Redwood Pack), ~Pumpkin~Pie~

(Death Valley Pack)
⬆️εphεmεrαl⬇️

(Joshua Tree Pack)
Softskin(s):
Pups:
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[b]BASICS
Name:
Age:
Appearance(in 3 or more sentences):
Desired Rank:
Pack:
INNER APPEARANCE
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weaknesses:
Strengths:
FAMILY
Mother/Father:
If mother/father died, who took care of you?:
Ones taken by the stone curse:
Deceased:
Alive:
Mate:
Pups:
OPTIONAL
Significant Items:
Any identificational appearance?(scars, deformities):
Additions(tail shorter than supposed to be? too long of claws?):
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[size=7pt]ic: Ares blinked. Had no one noticed her? Most likely not. The cat was small enough to be an apprentice. For an overall appearance, she looked kind enough to be a mother. Ares glanced ahead noticing that an apprentice and a warrior were speaking. The apprentice's green eyes glimmering in embarrassment. She had noticed the cat who stood at the entrance. Nimbly, Ares trotted over to them. Luckily, she looked kind and not an intruder, an impression she was aiming for.
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[size=7pt]ic: The young kit questioned the older female about her name. Her smell, agh, should have muted that by any mean. Ares's distinct musk was one that was known by all of the Clan cats. It smelt of pine, but then a tang of cinnamon like all rogues had. All rogues from her family, that is.
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