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  • HEARTBREAK IS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM | joining

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]First Necromancerpaw, then Homura, then Davina, then Charmaine, then Danielle.


    She had gone through so many names in her short lifetime that she was almost taken back. But then again, each time she started over, she needed something new. This would be no exception, even if she was technically returning home. You see, the little chocolate tabby was the daughter of Adelaide and a demon named Margaret. She loved her mother very much but was afraid of revealing her identity to anyone, especially the woman who breathed life into her. That was why she decided to entirely change who she was, name and all.


    Right now, and until further notice, she would be going by Florence. Rather lovely if she did say so herself. She was also standing upon the DarkClan border, features expressionless aside from the small frown evident upon her lips. She wasn't sure how long she would have to wait, but impatience was quickly settling in. Funny, she had never behaved this way before.


    Maybe she truly was morphing into another person?


    Unsettled by this, the apprentice fixated her attention on the territory that expanded before her, briefly wondering who would come by and accept her.

  • SLIPPING OUT OF TIME | private

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]She had only just joined but the desire to tell someone, anyone about who she was had grown to a point in which it was nearly unbearable. Because of that, she had desired to seek out a very important person in her life- her mother. Coming to a stop in what she believed to be the quarters the leader now occupied, Florence would take a deep breath. She wasn't sure how this would blow over, hopefully positive, and would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. Rejection wasn't fun, even if she was tougher.


    [color=#ccaa88]"Adelaide?" Called the apprentice softly, a frown appearing upon her maw. [color=#ccaa88]"We need to talk."

  • SLIPPING OUT OF TIME | private

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]Florence had definitely noticed a change within Adelaide. One that, honestly, startled her. Where her kindhearted compassionate mother went, she did not know. All that seemed to be left was a completely different person foreign to the little witch. But blood-ties still connected them and she couldn't keep a secret any longer. It was time to spill the beans, as they said.


    [color=#ccaa88]"I'm your daughter Charmaine. You remember me, right?" She inquired softly, a child-like hopefulness clinging to her words. [color=#ccaa88]"I'm back... I'm here to stay. And if you don't believe me, I have my old body nearby."

  • HEARTBREAK IS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM | joining

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]The only faces that struck her as familiar were Electra's and Octavia's. Everyone else seemed to be that of a stranger... something slightly unsettling, if she did say so herself. But the little witch still managed to perfect her posture and flash a small and fragile smile, wanting nothing more than to feel accepted this time around. [color=#ccaa88]"My name is Florence. I'm looking to join." Simple enough, right? She just hoped that they would be pleased with her response.

  • SHAKE IT OUT SHAKE IT OUT | SHADOWCLAN INVITATION

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]A Lunar New Year in ShadowClan? Sure, she'd go, especially since it sounded like a fun event. The only problem would be that she wouldn't know a single soul... something that was slightly alarming, especially seeing as she was social. But there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she'd somehow manage to make a friend or two, in fact, it probably wouldn't even be that hard!

  • it's your fault i'm sad — private, florence

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]Florence, like Persephone, was out and about exploring the new territory. At the moment, she really didn't have anyone to talk to and was incredibly lonely, something that caused her to return to her habits of communicating with spirits. They advised her to come clean and return to her family but she was afraid... family just seemed more tedious than anything at the moment. Besides, she doubted they would accepted her again. She had never been exactly loyal and they probably thought of her as nothing more than a nuisance. Why she secretly kept the Targaryen last name, she didn't even know at this point.


    So lost in thought, the apprentice almost didn't notice her half-sister until she nearly collided with her. Luckily, she managed to return to reality just in time, skidding to a stop. [color=#ee8877]"Oh! I'm sorry!" She gasped softly, averting her chocolate gaze in fear of being judged by the unfamiliar femme. [color=#ee8877]"My name is Florence... I don't think we've met before?"

  • Boom chica wow wow // open, medical supplies for healers

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]Florence had been wanting to return to the familiar branch of healing. It had been such a long time since she interacted with herbs in such, and she would be lying if she said that she didn't miss the profession. Seeing as an opportunity now presented itself, however, she couldn't see a better time to start doing what she loved again.


    [color=#ee8877]"May I help?" The chocolate tabby inquired, raising a brow as she neared the few who had gathered. [color=#ee8877]"I know some stuff about herbs."

  • ( DEADLIEST OF BEAUTIES + JOINING )

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]Unlike the NPCs who appeared to have ran rampant, Florence was not afraid. Quite the contrary, actually, as her face sported some hints of curiosity as she studied Aphrodite. [color=#ee8877]"You can join," she responded after a moment or two of thought, shrugging her shoulders in indifference. [color=#ee8877]"Do you need any help getting settled in?"

  • Writer and His Muse ||Open, Discovery||

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]Confused, Florence approached, a frown evident upon her maw. [color=#ee8877]"Police station? You do realize that you're an animal, right?" She inquired, skeptically lifting a brow. If anything, this Grace person seemed a bit... strange. She had never known any of her clanmates to have been involved in anything regarding humans. Was the other femme under the impression that she was one? Huffing a little at that thought, the chocolate tabby would sit down, tail flicking impatiently.

  • between two lungs it was released | private

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]As of late, Florence had taken up communicating with the spirits again. She'd spend entire days locked up with only them, reliving their lives and learning an abundance of useful information. She scarcely made appearances anymore and when she did, it was only to eat or stretch out her sore muscles. Right now was one of those rare times. In fact, the little apprentice was currently on her way to the fresh-kill pile, a small frown evident upon her lips. She was hungry... very much so... and couldn't believe she managed to fast that long. It wasn't healthy, by any means, but her friends encouraged it so why not?


    Shrugging, she'd come to a halt as she arrived, absently searching for the smallest piece of prey she could locate. They had told her to do that too.

  • I WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN > open ; return

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px][color=#ee8877]"Welcome back," Florence offered simply, a frown appearing upon her maw. She remembered Rubytuesdays from when she was still very much Charmaine/Danielle, they hadn't spoken much though. [color=#ee8877]"I like your new body," she proceeded to offer, dismissing her thoughts and figuring that it would be polite to offer a compliment. Even if she wasn't too sure it was true or not.

  • white teeth teens - gallery

    [align=center]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 180px; height: auto;] [/fancypost] [fancypost borderwidth=0; height: 318px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; margin-left: -35px;]FIRST NAME Florence
    PAST FIRST NAMES Necromancerpaw (birth name), Homura, Davina, Charmaine, Danielle
    MIDDLE NAME N/A
    PAST MIDDLE NAME(S) Elsa, Claire
    SURNAMES(S) Targaryen
    PAST SURNAME(S) N/A
    NICKNAME(S) Flor
    NAME ORIGIN Florence means 'to flower' in Latin
    CHARACTER ORIGIN Based off of Davina Claire from the Originals

    PHYSICAL AGE Eight Months
    BIRTH DATE Unknown
    SPIRITUAL AGE Unknown
    REINCARNATION OF Ayanna and Davina Claire Targaryen

    BIOLOGICAL GENDER Female
    GENDER IDENTITY Female
    SEXUALITY Pansexual
    RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
    PAST RELATIONSHIP(S) Dated Richard Harbringer, dated Nikolina F.M

    ALLIANCE DarkClan
    PAST ALLIANCES The Dominion, BloodClan, The Church of the Imperium
    RANK Apprentice
    PAST RANKS Prophet (The Dominion) and Third Tier (BloodClan)

    BASIC APPEARANCE
    SPECIES Feline
    BODIES Domestic tabby, serval, albino dragon
    MUTATIONS N/A
    ACCESSORIES N/A

    PERSONALITY

    BIOLOGICAL MOTHER Adelaide
    ADOPTIVE MOTHER N/A
    BIOLOGICAL FATHER Margaret
    ADOPTIVE FATHER
    GRANDMOTHER
    GRANDFATHER
    SIBLINGS Seraphina Targaryen-Mikaelson

    DISABILITIES
    DISORDERS
    POWERS
    [/fancypost]


    [align=center]TEMPLATE © WINNIE | INSPIRED BY BLUE SARGENT

  • i feel the chemicals kicking in | new body, open

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]It all happened so suddenly.


    One moment, Florence had been wandering aimlessly throughout the territory, and the next, she was in the sky, flapping stark white wings and blinking blood-red eyes in surprise. She quickly surveyed what little she could see of her new body before deciding that it'd be in her best interest to land. Sucking in a deep breath, she'd spy a clearing and direct herself towards it, hoping to not crash in a heap of spikes and scales.


    Lucky for her, there was just a small stumble before she felt her talon-like claws sinking into the ground. It didn't even occur to her that she looked (and smelt) like a threat, completely absorbed in staring at her reflection in a nearby puddle.

  • i feel the chemicals kicking in | new body, open

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px]Slightly alarmed by her clanmates' suddenly appearance, Florence jumped. She hadn't anticipated any sort of questioning but, now that she was thinking about it, figured it only made sense. She was a lion-sized dragon now, one that probably smelt foreign and looked unnatural. [color=#ee8877]"Don't worry... It's me, Florence. I just got a new body," she explained in a smooth voice, forked tongue making several appearances as she spoke. [color=#ee8877]"It isn't a problem, right?"

  • my power flurries { joiner , o }

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width:350px][justify][size=11px][color=#ee8877]"Welcome to the clan," the albino dragoness murmured softly, folding her large wings at either of her sides as she came to a halt. [color=#ee8877]"My name is Florence. It's nice to meet you."