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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Well, Vienna's roleplayer was currently battling revision stress and out of site dramas. So the blue eyes child was somewhat withdrawn, her gentle features creased, crumpled. She flicked her three tails around gently lips pressed together, worries curving the corners downwards.


    This was boring, but so was talking. What was friendly to these people ? Blinking those eyes full of constellations, she stretched out a lithe body and called out softly. "Yo ! Meet and greet ?" her voice was gentler, her vocabulary sweeter.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; text-align: center; font-family: andale mono; font-size: 18pt;letter-spacing:-1px][b] ➣ subtle grace of gravity [/b][/fancypost]
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    name ;; subtle grace of gravity
    surname ;; walker, cipher
    full name ;; subtle grace of gravity walker cipher
    nicknames ;; Gracie, grace, gravity
    gender ;; female
    gender identity ;; feminine
    sexuality ;; straight - perhaps him just not openly
    family ;;
    mother ;; gumi walker
    father ;; bill cipher
    siblings ;; tbd

    looks ;;
    species ;; griffon
    pelt ;; well, she's a somewhat typical griffon. Her colouring is what defines her. Head to shoulders, she's covered in a lovely ash white feathering. These feathers start at the purest of whites, and lengthen into a grey tinted finish. These feathers are longest around her shoulders and chest, but down her legs and face they are a softer hue. She has a purplish ash coloured fur beneath her plumage, one that shows itself magnificent as revealed when the feathers are gone. Her wings are the main spectacle here, however. They start angelic white, but the ends of the flight feathers are a dark smoke black, as if the white had been tainted by every sin and the feathers were no longer innocent.
    frame ;;
    eyes ;;


    personality ;;
    ' yin ' when I say yin, I don't mean grace is all zen and meditates twice a day. But more like the actual meaning of the symbol. A white hue, representing the female side of life, the gentle force of earth, harmony and quiet. This is a sweet way to define to shell of her personality. She's a quiet little thing, her big eyes the only way one might first be able to decipher her thought; those dewdrops lips are never in any hurry to share whatever thoughts her head might hold. Grace is gentle, too, with soft paws and a soft tongue whenever words are used.
    ' fearful ' Gracie has a few too many fears, if that makes sense. She is scared of the dark, to start off with. A common fear among young children, the girl cannot stand being alone for more then a few seconds with blackness pushing itself against her eyes. She often covered her eyes with her front left paw, the amount of fear dictated by how hard she squeezes her muzzle - the worse case scenario is deep gashes down where flesh peters into beak. The second fear she develops later on - the fear of blood. Whenever she sees the crimson treacle, her little mouth is drawn back and her whole body freezes. The child cannot stand seeing it - maybe it's the smell, the taste, but she can't be near it. The little girl is also prone to social fears and this is why she becomes so small voiced - at a very young age the sprightly griffon is friendly as you'd like, a right cutie.
    ' insane ' some might call it that, anyway. From being very young, the chick gets picked on - by sibling or friend or however the circumstances happen to be. So, she invents her own vent. Talking to someone else is far to scary, so grace creates her own best friend. She calls the create 'comfort' and she talks to comfort more than anyone else. Comfort, when she describes her friend, is a soft blue mist with large green eyes and wings like her own. The voice, grace always says, it soothing and sweet, like honey or sugar beet. Others might call it insanity, but grace calls it home.
    ' brave ' now, despite her fears and odditys, the girl is perhaps one of the most obdurate, brave little flowers to have ever been planted. An idea, in her head, is an idea. And she never prunes her garden of inspirations, so every idea grows a stubborn root which cannot ever be pulled from the earth. She gets her mind set on something and does it. This often makes her brave because when she is challenged, she never backs down. And it's no matter of pride for her. It's a matter of do or die because her mindset is steelwork and no amount of welding does it undone.
    likes ;;
    favourites ;;
    colour ;; pale blue - the colour of comfort.
    pass time ;; talking to comfort, grooming her wings
    food ;; hayledge ( a type of hay, often fed to horses )
    least favourites ;;
    colour ;; red ( somewhat self explanatory )
    pass time ;; arguing ( arguments are red )
    food ;; any meat ( she thinks herself as a vegetarian )


    other ;; kinda wip
    art ;;

    its a wip butttt


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    name ;; ashley
    surname ;; paramour
    full name ;; Ashley Evangelina paramour
    nicknames ;; Leah ( she refuses to respond to ash )
    gender ;; female
    gender identity ;; feminine
    sexuality ;; straight
    family ;;
    dauntlesspaw ignesco x viper

    looks ;;
    species ;; domestic feline
    pelt ;; the pelt possessed by Ashley is like that of a tiger.
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    personality ;;
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    name ;; ashley
    surname ;;
    full name ;; Ashley Evangelina
    nicknames ;; Leah ( she refuses to respond to ash )
    gender ;; female
    gender identity ;; feminine
    sexuality ;; straight
    family ;;
    pinballstar x npc

    looks ;;
    species ;; domestic feline
    pelt ;; the pelt possessed by Ashley is like that of a tiger. It's base is a soft caramel ginger, a warm elixir. If one were to imagine her coat to be a colourful emotion, one would think of perhaps a dawning anger or perhaps the growing exasperation in others as your ideas are lost on them. This hue covers her entire body, every crevice smoothly coated with the hue. However, upon her forehead like a crown sits a mackerel tabby marking and from her spine many eloquent black bands fall. She's a miniature tiger wannabe, and by complete bad luck on her part. Her muzzle is a softer hue, much closer to white, and each paw is clad in cutesy white socks.
    frame ;; Ashley is tiny. Literally, she's about the quarter size of any average feline. her legs are the longest part of her, but are still only long enough to stand her next to any other cat's shoulder. her head is small, rounded and her muzzle is circular, almost perfectly so. each paw is perfectly crafted, an artful finish to each leg. her tail is very long, reaching about the same length of her own body.
    eyes ;; The eyes held by the girl are round, like big coins. They are the colour of chocolate - a deep, dark, mellowful brown that still manages to dance with the richness and hue of any pool of water. each vein that leads to the pupil throngs with a new hue to add to the colour, so the brown is intwined with green, amber, red, crimson and gold. Her eyes are the dancers, and her body is the stage.


    personality ;;
    ' feisty ' any person to meet the tiny little gal is inclined to believe she's violent, and overly spontaneous. this impression is correct, by the way. She expresses her emotions, she expresses them with her paws, her teeth or tail. she leaps on those who annoy her, dealing them a swift blow to their face, most often. the girl is bad at expressing her emotions and so, violence is key. she also takes her frustration out on objects, such as trees, rocks and other inanimate things that don't bite back. she's a skilled fighter, as a somewhat result of her temper, and so the tiny little girls body ripples with lithe muscles.
    ' sensitive ' behind the dangerous facade the girl pulls, she's actually very sensitive. The girl often cries and curls up in easy defeat, fat salty tears falling from her eyes. The little girl often bites her lip, bites it hard, to distract herself from the easy pain words cause her. She desperately tries to hide this gentle side, and most people are unaware of its existence. However, the few who do notice might perhaps be a little gentler around the violent seeming girl.
    ' clumsy ' ashley is perhaps the clumsiest kid around. Her little graceful form doesn't hold much actual elegance in its DNA. She often trips, falls and causes great disasters inadvertently, then has to dance around and fix everything she's destroyed. lets say she had a crush - we all have them - and she wanted to ask him out. Her flowers for him would be crumpled, trodden on, burnt, perhaps. she'd most likely fall over seven times and forget to put the love note in the envelope - and even worse, she might even give them to the wrong person. she is not one for any graceful, feminine actions.
    ' protective ' she always keeps her friends close, close to her. she protects them from people she thinks might harm them, and often comes across slightly clingy. leah is very bad around strangers, being extremely awkward and often seems interrogative. she puts others far, far before herself and makes it clear that friends she will kill for are hers and hers alone.

    [justify]Ashley trotted over, her gingery head held at a medium height. The microscopic daughter of pinballstar was never one for elegant appearances - behind her ears, unkept fur stuck out and sticks were interwoven with her pelt. The child looked like a mess - one she was alright with being in however. The girl blinked brown eyes at the others, then a small small graced her lips.


    "Hey, I'm Ashely. I prefer being called Leah though." She greeted, waving her long tail around happily. She didn't know anyone really, so these were ideal opportunities for the kitten. [/justify]

    [justify]Ashley stood next to her brother, brown eyes wide. Her dad smelt bad, like sickness and famine and bad things which the tiny gal didn't want to be in her nose. She twitched the mentioned feature, then nudged newtkit. "H-he won't die, r-right ?" She whispered, her voice hushed. She then placed her top teeth on her lower jaw because she didn't want these practical strangers to see how close to tears she was.


    The herbs would help, she presumed, but the child had no clue what they were doing to fix the leader, her father. The tiger resembling girl flicked her tail but didn't speak another word because there was a lump in her throat and she knew attempting to speak would free the nose trapped in this lump and she'd cry.[/justify]

    [justify]Ashely pricked up her spice colour ears, blinking dark eyes over to the body of which the voice belonged. The smile widened - she didn't know him but he seemed friendly enough to her. "Hey there stranger !" She greeted in a loud whisper, shuffling over so her fluffy behind was placed nearer him. The almost humourosly small girl giggled. "You're name was Reinpaw ?" She questioned, being courteous in her moments.[/justify]

    [justify]The tiny little feline bounced over to greet the hairless cat. Funny - she could've sworn most cats had fur. Oh well. The girl smiled a little tiny grin and stood next to her brother. "Ashley." She said simply, twitching her tail.[/justify]

    Character's Name: Ashley
    Gender: female
    Age: 3/4 moons
    Reference{I cant draw off of pure description}: Ashley is really easy and as this is her first art, you can be as creative as you like <3 she's a light ginger tabby, but her stripes are more of a gingery brown - think tiny tiger and you're there. Her eyes are like a honey choclate colour and she has white tipped ears.
    Any details wanted: a kind of cheeky but somewhat embarrassed smile would be cute - be as creative as you like with her facial markings ^^;

    [justify]ashley lay stretched out flat on her golden tummy, dark eyes focused on a blade of grass. The tiger resembling midget was bored. You could tell by the way her eyes were glazed over, and the way that her long tail sleepily trailed behind her, moving only a little. The girl wasn't usually one for boredom, she was much better at random spontaneous acts of either violence or friendliness. There was little muse here because mobile, how sad.[/justify]