Posts by Sloane Adaar

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane was the kind of person that went out of her way for a lot of people, regardless of who they were or what they did. She had spent her younger years in isolation, for her mother could just not afford to send her to preschool since her father had left them. It was because of that isolation that Sloane formed many ideals about other people - most were just not true at all. And yet, she still made an attempt to be the paragon of all the things she thought up when she played alone. Of course, she wasn't completely lets-hold-hands-and-sing-songs. Sloane liked to tease and have fun; she adored exploring new things and taking risks. She could take punches and dish em out as well. Just because she was friendly didn't mean she was a ninny.


    A soft, bell-like chuckle erupted from her throat, and the caramel skinned girl shrugged. "I think it's a museum of some kind. I was more worried 'bout being able ta go, not where we were goin'." Sloane wrung her hands, casting a glance over her shoulder to Fauna. Trevor's reputation ate at the back of her mind, but she didn't want to abandon her mission. She was at a loss for words for once, and her brow furrowed as she desperately grasped for something to talk about. And it was just her luck that she caught into the fact that the boy was lacking a proper meal. "Oh, you don't have a lunch." she observed, voice going soft. Her pallid olive eyes looked up at him from under her eyelashes, and she nibbled on her lip. "You can share some o' mine, if ya want. I don't hev much but, erm, yeah." Sharing food was a tentative subject for her, since she often went days without a good meal whilst on school breaks. But she had already made up her mind to befriend this dude, no matter what.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane padded over quietly. She had missed the whole ambassador thing, and was wondering if there was anything she could do to exercise her duties as a second tier. "Azi? Takara? Is there something I can do rather than hosting events? I'd be happy to do so."

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane grinned, and pressed her nose to his cheek in response to his closeness and trotted ahead, swaying slightly. She knew there was a small waterfall around here somewhere. There was a side tunnel that led to an underground stream. That stream had a nice flow and a good sized waterfall. "Here it is!" she exclaimed suddenly, clumsily picking up her speed to basically belly flop into the small pool. Sloane was a lot of things, but graceful - especially drunk - was not one of them. "Shit!" she exclaimed when she surfaced, eyes wide and a giant grin on her face. "It's fucking cold!" She laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the cave walls.


    "Do come join me. Don't you dare leave me wet and alone." she wiggles her painted on brows which were sadly half-gone.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]ong if he became a girl I would seriously die xD


    Sloane would have a hay day screwing with him

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    [color=black][font=georgia]i was curious what people thought of Sloane, especially since I'm developing her character on the fly lmao. Please, be honest because this will help me in the long run c:

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Calling him poor was the last thing on Sloane's mind. On the contrary, she was just severely blunt. She was known to be an honest person, and don't try to hide the fact that her mom and her were struggling money-wise. In her mind, it wasn't really anything to be ashamed of; they just had to work a little harder than most. She was also grateful for a mom that actually tried her best to make things work. Her mother was living and hardworking, and that was enough for the young girl.


    She followed the rest of the class outside to the buses, all the while staying with a few paces of Trevor. Wild wisps of curly brown hair engulfed her face and she sighed. So much for the braids. Her hair was untamable, and it was definitely a pain in her rear end. Brushing as much behind her ears as would stay, Sloane pondered his question. What had she brought? For a moment, her cheeks roared with color, and she worried that she might have brought something that was a little past its expiration date. That wouldn't have been the first time. Mother made a point to make sure every little bit of food and drink were consumed. There was no wasting in their house. And because of this, it worried her that Trevor may have to share in their ritual - disgusting ritual at that. That was the one thing Sloane hated: bad food. She could deal with having only a few toys and wearing handmedowns, but not so much eating gross food.


    She opened her brown paper bag and peered inside, breathing a sigh of relief. "I have a peanut butter sandwich - no jelly cus I ain't to keen on it - two apples, a bottle of water, and some chips." She grinned at him, feeling a lot more confident now. Her lips pursed, seeing how he was now being the one who was uncomfortable. "Um, do ya want me to leave ya alone? I mean, I don't wanna bother ya." she murmured, wringing her hands. That last thing she wanted to do was make him hang out with her if her didn't want to.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane treaded the water, attempting to find a shallow area to place her paws. The icy droplets shimmered on her pelt, tainted with paint as it ran down her sleeked fur. A shiver ran down her spine, and she smirked up at Sterling. He was kinda cute when he was uncertain. Most of the time, the handsome jaguar was so confident that it was attractive to see some uncertainty in his gorgeous green eyes. "Hmm..." she mused. She then found purchase with her hind legs in the freezing pool and rose a foreleg out of the water from the liquid. "I solemnly swear to keep you warm as we wash this rainbow barf from our fur." She grinned at the male.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]As she awaited a response from Trevor, Sloane attention was stolen by the sudden arrival of Chem. She waved at him, smirking to herself as she arched Sylmae get all flustered over bumping into him. Although Syl was quiet and timid, she had quite the interesting personality once she broke out of her shell. Sloane refocused on Chem and scowled to herself. Often in class she would sit and struggle through her lessons, labor ong over easy problems for a long time because she just didn't understand it. She wasn't a terrible student, however. In fact, she had pretty good grades. It was just that she had to work her butt of to actually be able to wrap her head around what they were learning. So sometimes jealousy worked its way into her heart whenever she saw Chem. she did not hold anything against him though, since she recognized some people were naturally brilliant. It's always easier to want what you can't have rather than doing something for yourself.


    "Howdy, Chem. it's good that you could make it. Ms. Jones forgot to take attendance this morning, so I reckon you're alright."

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    [color=black][font=georgia]As Sloane walked, she couldn't help but smile to herself as she recognized the sulking shape of Trevor following at her heels. It empowered her to know she had at least made some ground in the struggle for friendship. But that wasn't really her ulterior motive - Sliane just liked to include everyone, regardless if the were delinquents or not. After greeting Chemical ( that was an odd name but Sloane didn't really voice it, for it could just be a nickname ), she twisted her head to peer at her newly-made friend... Or acquaintance. She wasn't really sure what he was just yet.


    "Would ya like to sit next to me on the bus?" she asked, southern accent giving her youthful tone a sweet twang. "I was gonna sit next to Fauna, but I don't want'cha to be by yourself." the caramel skinned child gave him a friendly grin. He was a tough nut to crack, that was for darn sure.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]The soft sound of muffled pawsteps resided in the air, and following the sound was the sleek, muscular shape of a tawny mountain lioness. On her shining pelt, a thin layer of dust dulled the shine of her golden fur, and with every step she emanated the scent of Bloodclan. The second tier had been sent here for business reasons, though she was extremely curious as to what Hawkclanners would be like, as she had only met a few of them in her time. The simple creature paused at the border, peering curiously into foliage in an attempt to locate the residents.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]"Well, damn. I feel like I'm interruptin' somethin'." Sloane commented, trotting over with an amused look on her simple features. the second tier's brows were raised ( they were literally brows since Archer made a point to paint on eyebrows for her every morning ) and she snickered softly at the scene. "Ya'll are too cute for poor lonely me." She struck a dramatic pose before laughing and taking a seat.


    "How're ya'll on this scorching hot day?"

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    [color=black][font=georgia]"You are one interesting lil' bugger, ain't ya?" Sloane questioned upon her arrival, brows raised and an amused smirk playing on her coal black lips. She had yet to meet this youth, but from the looks of it, he was a grimm. She had respect for their father ( he was satan so she kinda had to ), but his offspring tended to be a little fucked up. Oh well, Sloane did not discriminate. She would accept most people, unless they fucked with her personally.


    "Setting butterflies on fire certainly is an interesting pastime, though I wouldn't advocate it. If ya kill butterflies, it endangers the flowering plants that feed our prey." Sloane said then, resting her haunches upon the ground near Sylmae. She flashed the femme a comforting smile when she noticed how uncomfortable she was.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane instantly lit up at the arrival of the Hawkclanner. he was two of her most favorite things: a kid and so adorably socially awkward. The corners of her dark lips pulled back into a smile, and the sleek desert predator fixed her olive gaze upon the cub. "Howdy, kiddo. 'Name's Sloane Adaar, and I'm here on official Bloodclan business." She looked around before refocusing on Lex. "Do ya mind fetching an HP of some sort? The leader's preferable."

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane switched her attention to the massive male dragon who now stood before her. A pang of jealously rose in her chest, but she was quick to ignore it. Sloane had always wanted something cool like powers or a fancy body but that just was not her luck. She did, however, have a knack for blowing things up and setting on fire ( by accident ). So maybe that could be counted as supernatural?


    She flashed a grin in greeting, dipping her head politely. "Takara wishes to know ya'll are still havin' problems with the militia?" she said. It was just a routine checkup, but it was well known that Bloodclan loved a good fight would leap to their assistance if need be.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Sloane nodded once, brow furrowing in thought. she looked up at him, and opened her mind so that the male could hear her thoughts.


    "Would you like me to inform Takara and Azi that there is no immediate cause for alarm, but that Bloodclan should be ready to assist ya'll?" It was a clarifying question; Sloane had to do that quite often considering her hyperactive brain tended to misunderstand things or completely forget it. It was just safer for all parties if she made sure she knew what she was talking about.

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    [color=black][font=georgia]Ice skating? With Sloane? probably not the best idea since she tended to be a total klutz when you least expect it, but Sloane wasn't really in the mood for rational thought. "Hell yes!" she exclaimed cheerfully, leaping onto the frozen liquid and proceeding to slip around very enthusiastically. if Sloane was as athletic as she was cheerful, she would probably be more successful but eh, you can only be so perfect until you find a flaw.

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    [font=georgia]Character Name: Sloane Adaar


    --means fighter; warrior


    Gender: female


    sexual orientation-- pansexual


    romantic orientation-- panromantic


    Clan/Group: Bloodclan


    Rank: Third Tier


    title(s)-- firebrand


    Species: Cougar


    Appearance: tawny, olive eyes, average build and height, expressive movements


    At 24 inches tall and weighing a healthy 100 pounds, Sloane is nowhere near unique in appearance. Her build is lean, with rounded shoulders and curvaceous hips. Her skull is rounded and crowned with a matching pair of black-tipped ears, and her short, sleek pelt is the average tawny-golden hue. Perhaps the only uncommon thing about the slender female's looks are the pallid green oculars that rest on the front of her skull like crowned gems. Olive green, however uncommon, is not inherently rare so Sloane still does not strike anyone as supernatural or even amazing.


    You see, her individuality cannot be observed in her physical appearance because she is just another north american mountain lioness. Rather, one can truly see how much of an oddball she is when they witness how she looks around others and by herself. She walks in a swift manner, bouncy and nowhere near elegant, despite the characteristic soft pawsteps of her breed. Sloane moves with emphasis on her hip motion, and her eyes are always wide with interest. She rarely is not smiling, and when she is not, she adopts an almost pensive expression.


    The female talk a lot, but not just with words. Her long tail often flicks back and forth when she feels playful, and her body relaxes when she is teasing. When she is happy her body tenses like a spring, always ready for action. Upon her brow, her companion often paints eyebrows for she is quite active in that region. Her brow instantly shoots up whilst amused, and furrows when she becomes confused. It dances up and down when Sloane becomes humorous. So no, dear friends, Sloane is not a beauty that makes the common people revere her as a goddess. In truth, she is expressive and empathetic in her looks.


    Personality: empathetic, loyal, understanding, hardworking, insecure, social, creative/inventive, playful, romantic


    Sloane is a very social creature. Despite the fact that she is of a breed known to be introverted and uncomfortable around others, this female has a powerful love for the company of others. She gains energy from being around others and goes out of her way to befriend as many creatures as possible. She is naturally empathetic and understanding individual, and will alter how she acts around a specific person so that they will be more comfortable around her. Very rarely does she ever have a selfish thought, for she does everything for other people. Whether it be a comforting smile or a horrid joke to lighten the tension, you can always count on Sloane to be that constant in your life. Sloane is not picky about her choice of companions - they can be shy, mean, disabled, troubled, friendly, flirty, and in friendly occasions, a member of an enemy clan. Although it may be uncharacteristic for a member of Bloodclan, a clan notorious for its brutality, she has spoken thunderclan's new leader Bruce at a party in Hawkclan. As long as her encounters are during friendly situations, Sloane will talk to everyone.


    Sloane tends to be a goofball. Whenever she takes part in a social event, she always has to add in a bad joke or start a game. she can never not be having fun. Sloane is known to find weird things and overreact about it just for the sake of other's enjoyment. It's easy to say that this female is the class clown. She was deprived of social interaction in her younger years, so she makes up for it tenfold in her everyday life. She is rarely serious, for in battle, to make up for her lack of powers, she creates things to even the odds a bit. For example, in a battle against Thunderclan, the female harnessed gasoline canisters to her sides and ran around like a weirdo before setting it ablaze and barely escaping the flames thanks to her dragon-friend that swooped in and saved her ass.


    Regardless of the fact that Sloane loves to have fun, it does not mean she doesn't take her work seriously. Sloane works hard to earn her keep, and will request work if she feels she is not living up to the standards she has set for herself. Everything she does for others, even her work. She works for her clan, not to raise her own status. It is for her clan, for the protection of her friends, and for the happiness of her leaders. Sloane is also fiercely loyal, and will defend anyone if she feels they are being unjustly accused, namely her clan or her close friends. She does not believe in physical revenge, for she prefers to use her wide vocabulary to make perpetrators feel stupid, but will definitely come to blows if need be.


    Behind all that, however, Sloane is also quite insecure about her normalcy. In a world where people have amazing powers and have exotic bodies, and even emotional back-stories, she feels inferior. She is not beautiful, and she knows that - she is plain and boring in looks and that often eats at her. the female becomes jealous of the fact that others have powers, or that things come easily to them. Sloane resents that she has to work hard for all her things while others can do it easily since they have some fancy power or have a powerful family. And oddly enough, the fact that she had a simple upbringing in the mountains with a loving mother but otherwise uneventful life bothers her as well. She feels like she has no right to be uncomfortable with her past because so many people have it worse than her. So part of her motivation to be that cheerful person is because she feels guilty. Although she does her best to accept herself and is often very self-confident, the thoughts can weigh her down and keep her up at night. of course, she rarely lets anyone see that side and rather jokes about it, using her insecurities to amuse others. It lessens the burden of them because although other people do not realize the actual meaning of it, it is almost the same as talking about her personal problems.


    Finally, the mountain lioness is a fierce romantic. Although she may flirt and joke about sex and such, she does not often get sexual urges about another person unless she establishes and strong relationship with them. she is attracted to all kinds of people, no matter what shape, size, gender, or orientation, but like stated earlier, none of that usually matters sexually unless romance is there. Aside from that, her heart melts over love stories and professions of love. She absolutely adores the idea of receiving flowers and gifts, and relishes over the idea that someday she will find someone she cares about.


    Likes: Sloane loves the little things in life, and doesn't ever really need extravagant things ( except parties ) to make her happy.


    -- friends
    -- parties
    -- learning
    -- making others happy
    -- successfully completing a job
    -- cheesy romance
    -- KIDS


    Dislikes: Sloane doesn't really hate anyone or anything due to her forgiving nature, but these things have a tendency to upset her or infuriate her.


    -- negative people
    -- being normal
    -- disrespect
    -- freeloaders
    -- prejudice ( racism, homophobia, discrimination, etc. )


    Playlist:


    -- human, daughter
    -- shady grove, takenobu
    -- landfill, daughter
    -- ghost towns, radical face


    Favorites:


    food-- anything in the deer or caribou family. they are just so... yumm!


    time of day-- dusk


    people-- Sterling Archer ( he's a total playboy but he had a big heart ), Fauna K. ( she's a little grumpy but she's a total babe ), Cytus ( her bff purple dragon bro in Hawkclan whos teachin' her how to read ), tba


    color-- monochrome colors, they leave things to the imagination and you can interpret the true color on your own, that way a piece has a different meaning to different people


    animal-- horses, they are just so majestic and beautiful. Sloane admires their loyalty and physical prowess


    [color=pink]History: Sloane had a simple upbringing. She was born and raised in the mountains just beyond a rural farming village by her mother. Her mother did not have a name, nor did her mother speak the common tongue. In the place of her origin, all the animals communicated with song or sharp noises, as well as body language. Her mother was loving and provided for Sloane, but she never really received that cultural aspect until she was much older. Growing up nameless in a world that was strictly routine and all about survival was not hard, but just so boring. she did not think twice when she reached a certain age and was sent of by her mother, nor did she question why the next time she saw her mom, the elder female chased her away. It was not until sloane finally established her own territory did she realize just what she had been missing.


    She met animals who spoke in a different tongue, different than those that she had known since her birth. These animals brought to her stories of tradition and battles, of love and passion. She learned that in far off lands, away from the eyes of the two-legs, animals of all kinds lived in massive groups and roared with power. Each person was unique and different, and Sloane fell in love. One day, a stranger male invaded her territory with intent on producing the next generation, but he had no interest in getting to know Sloane. she just wanted to bang and go. Fed up with that kind of life, Sloane fought him off and abandoned her hard-earned territory, seeking a refreshing taste of community.


    She ended up at Bloodclan, intrigued by stories of power, bloodlust, and intense loyalty. She was unprepared for the intense individuality that she saw, and it was indeed a culture shock. everything was so new and different. She struggled to decide who she wanted to be and how she wanted to act. she developed ideals and opinions and a personality over her few short weeks of membership. However, Sloane meet sterling and fauna, both are now two of her best friends and despite the fact that sloane never told them, they help her in her everyday life, and encourage her to break free of her bland past. And that is where she resides now, in Bloodclan, awaiting her chance to write a new chapter in her story.