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    [b]NAME:
    panacea
    NICKNAME: pana
    NAME PRONUNCIATION: {pan-a-see-a}
    AGE: six moons
    GENDER: female
    GENDER IDENTITY: feminine
    SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual
    ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: demiromantic
    ALLIANCE: the hitchhikers
    RANK: regular apprentice
    RELIGION: agnostic
    [hr][color=black][font=georgia]EYE COLOR: greenish-blue / hazel
    PELT COLOR: shades of brown and white
    PELT PATTERN: stripes (tabby)
    BODY BUILD: petite and agile
    [hr][color=black][font=georgia]PERSONALITY TYPE: enfp
    POSITIVE TRAITS: curious – observant – energetic – enthusiastic – friendly
    NEGATIVE TRAITS: impractical – unfocused – easily stressed – highly emotional – overthinks
    QUIRKS & HABITS: chews claws when thinking – rambles and hops when excited or motivated
    PHOBIAS + FEARS: katsaridaphobia ~ fear of cockroaches – catagelophobia ~ fear of being ridiculed
    LIKES: hunting – pulling pranks – going on adventures – making friends – new ideas – talking – laughing
    DISLIKES: being told what to do – being made fun of – rejection – cockroaches – gossip – abandonment [/fancypost]


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    [color=black][size=7pt]The girl in the picture above is my character, Kellan Harper. Kellan is a brilliant young girl that is currently an eighteen year old International Super Human Hunters recruit. She is heterosexual, so she is only attracted to guys. Her dark, painful history will be revealed in the roleplay. The code word, according to the rules, is hunter. Okay, I think that is all, right?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;][color=black][size=7pt]When Kellan and the rest of her comrades had first left their base, the black-haired female definitely hadn't expected anything remotely dangerous to occur because the young huntress had wrongly assumed that everything would be resolved quickly and easily. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Within a couple minutes of their arrival, someone — no, something — unexpected showed up. It was a terrifying surprise monster, and in less than thirty measly minutes, the unmerciful beast had brutally murdered everyone Kellan had just begun to hold dear. “You f-cking bastard,” the girl hissed, her navy-blue eyes darkening with rage. “Is killing people a hobby of yours?” Kel scorned mockingly, balling her pale hands into tight fists. Gazing at the shredded bodies of her allies, the female felt tears welling up. “Why are you letting me live?” she choked out with a harsh sob. “Kill me already!” shouted Kellan furiously. “Go ahead and kill me, you asshole!” Everyone she actually loved was gone anyway.

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    [color=black][size=7pt]“Oh, great.” Kellan bitterly snapped, impatiently brushing away some wild strands of hair from her face as she glared at the crater. “He's apparently too much of a coward to finish the job.” Pulling out a small, radio-like device from her pocket, Kel quickly dialed a couple numbers into it. “Hey, there has been an unexpected turn of events: all the crew members died. I'm heading solo for a little bit.” After giving Boss a speedy update, the black-haired huntress turned off the radio and tossed it into a nearby trash can — she didn't need it anymore. Once she grabbed her gun and loaded it with fresh bullets, Kellan set off.

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Once Kellan entered the NIDA base, she was met with yet another unexpected surprise: every single one of the powerful bastards had been destroyed. “Wonderful,” the huntress dryly muttered, her navy-blue optics void of any emotion. You see, whenever bad things happened to Kel, she put up a couple strong walls and made herself completely numb. In her opinion, learning how to shut down and not care had been one of the most valuable lessons to master. Turning around without another glance in the direction of the NIDA members, she exited the base. “Where the hell are you?” Kel whispered, scanning the streets that surrounded her. If I was a creepy monster, where would I be after a couple kills? Kellan mused, a sadistic smirk playing on her lips. Then, suddenly, the answer came to her: the rooftops. Tilting her head back, the young female scrutinized the skyscrapers. There. Almost immediately, Kel spotted him staring down at her. “Hey, psycho. Wanna come down here for a bit?” she asked, a clear challenge in her cold gaze. “We should really talk for a bit,”

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Kellan stiffened as Derek suddenly stepped off the building and landed safely in front of her with a fresh crater beneath his feet. What an asshole. Scowling at the monster before her, Kel began to interrogate the man at rapid fire speed, “Why did you kill my crew and the NIDA members? Who are you? What are you? Why did you leave me alive?” Honestly, the huntress wasn't even a little afraid of the mysterious murderer that stood only a couple feet away from her because she didn't fear death. If anything, Kellan wanted to die.

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Narrowing her eyes angrily, Kellan frowned at the cold words Derek spoke. “Actually, I don't treat anyone like that.” Kel retorted, her thin hands once again balled into tight fists. “I've never killed or captured anyone — well, at least I haven't done so of my own accord.” The only reason why she had accepted the invitation into ISHH in the first place was to escape her family. Becoming a huntress of the supernatural was the only way to be completely free from the harsh words and violent abuse that Kellan had experienced at home. “Are you killing us because we destroy the supernatural?” Kel asked, placing a hand casually on her hip.

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    [color=black][size=7pt]“What do they do to you?” Kellan asked curiously. To her surprise, Derek simply dropped a key to the ground and departed after giving simple instructions. “Hey, don't walk away before we're done talking!” Kel yelled, shaking her fist with a small pout on her face. Rolling her eyes as he disappeared from sight, she snatched up the key and ran all the way to ISHH headquarters. Once she arrived at the gate, Kellan ignored the friendly guards and rudely pushed past them, heading towards file cabinet 215. She was on a mission with no time to chat.


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    [align=center][size=16pt][font=georgia][color=white][u]Maeve Osborne
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    [color=white][size=7pt]Age: 2 years
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Occupation: Circus Performer
    Name of Business: N/A
    Member of the church?: N/A
    Image of business: N/A

    Personality: Maeve is a very cheerful and free-spirited young female who enjoys being around other wolves and is thought of as friendly and lovable by many. Outside of her courteous outer personality, she has often been noted to be a daring adventurer at heart; whenever she comes across something new, she is always more than willing to spontaneously give it a go — no matter how dangerous it might be. Around bullies who tease her for the low status she possesses, Mae is normally extremely passive, but she will become aggressive and protective quickly if someone begins to rudely taunt those dear to her or those weaker than themselves. If given the choice, Mae will always root for the underdog over the privileged, and if she sees someone struggling, she will definitely offer to listen to their woes. However, if the wolf she is conversating with only boasts or brags about themselves, Maeve will lost interest fast. When it comes to her ideals, she believes in certain things very strongly and won't stand for someone trashing her interests. When angry, Mae becomes sarcastic and blunt, not caring if she hurts anybody. After her spell of rage, the female is ridden with guilt and will seek out those she might've offended to sincerely apologize. Occasionally, if she is in the mood, Maeve can be very romantic or flirty with her love interest. A Maeve in love is a vulnerable, weak Maeve because Mae will trust her significant other with every single ounce of her being and sacrifice her own happiness for theirs. Because of this, she has been hurt by quite a couple bad males. But, despite whatever troubles she might have, Maeve will always try to laugh and bring joy to others.
    History: Maeve was born to Saber Haddock, a clever pirate with an unquenchable greed for gold, and Adira Harper, a wandering traveler who loved freedom and fresh air. The story of how the father and the mother got together was not one of love — it was the type of relationship that blossomed from being intoxicated. You see, the two wolves had both been drinking before they unfortunately bumped into each other. Under the influence, Saber and Adira shared what is called a “one-night stand”. Shortly after that drunken fling, Adira became pregnant. When she realized that she was carrying a pup, Maeve's mother dearest was not at all pleased. This is the way she saw it: “a brat following me around will rob me of my freedom”. Saber was obviously nowhere to be found, but if he was, his words would be something along the lines of “just drown that pup”. Since neither one of her parents wanted her, a kind circus owner named Ivy Osborne took Mae in and taught her all kinds of nifty tricks that would assist in becoming a professional performer. Maeve loved Ivy and thought of the loving she-wolf as her mother, but shortly after she turned one, Ivy was killed in cold blood by a sadistic noble. Heartbroken, Mae ran away and eventually reached Dragonhelm. After meeting Bronze, she joined Cirque Lune de Neon.
    Crush/Mate/Pups: Open/None/None
    Other: Bow to the King

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    [color=black][size=7pt]Kellan gently picked up the papers, shifting through the various sheets of information. By the time she reached the last page, Kel was horrified and seriously concerned. She had absolutely no idea that this was happening behind the scenes. Slowly placing the important papers into the cabinet again, the huntress locked up the files and pocketed the key. Taking a shaky breath, Kellan turned and ran out of the ISHH headquarters. After running for awhile, Kel stopped and looked around. “Derek Mercy, where are you?” she called out, scanning her surroundings.

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    [color=white][size=7pt]I look forward to roleplaying will y'all, thanks!
    Before I shamble over to the roleplay thread, could you give me a recap?
    Oh, and a list of the different relationships in progress would be greatly appreciated.
    Do you need genders to be evened out at all? I could play a couple males.

    [align=center][size=16pt][font=georgia][color=white][u]Clyde Beckham

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    [color=white][size=7pt]Age: 3 years
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Occupation: Artist / Painter
    Name of Business: Clyde's Art
    Member of the church?: N/A
    Image of business: To view the building, click here.
    Personality: Clyde is a very ambitious and charismatic young male wolf who enjoys improving his widely-respected artwork and is thought of as determined and efficient by many. Outside of his impressive outer personality, he has also often been noted to be rash and impulsive on certain occasions because he won't hesitate to take by force if he sees something that he likes or wants. Because of those unfortunate traits, the artist is often reprimanded by those higher in ranking than he. When working on a painting, Clyde is focused and innovative. Outside of his job, Clyde is mischievous and exuberant — the life of the party. Many of his friends find his ability to switch between the two personalities impressive, but Clyde himself says that there isn't anything special about it. Now, be careful: don't let his response fool you into thinking he is humble because he isn't. Clyde is a very arrogant wolf with a big ego, and he enjoys praise. That, however, doesn't make him a bad wolf; in his free time, Clyde volunteers at the orphanage and chats with the peasants that he considers friends. When Clyde is angry, he becomes quiet and leaves the room. If you ever betray his trust, you won't be able to get it back. Monogamy is impossible for the artist; he believes in “the more the merrier”, so multiple girlfriends is the way to go for him. There is a slight chance that he will fall in love with one female, but the odds are not in favor. If he does happen find that special someone, though, he'll be loyal to them forever.
    History: This will be revealed in the roleplay.
    Crush/Mate/Pups: Open / None / None
    Other: Bow to the King

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    [color=white][size=7pt]Maeve seated herself and watched the guards' interaction with the prisoners carefully. For as long as she had been watching, the female wolf, Twee, had been treating them kindly so far. Listening to the drunken chatter of Maverick and amusement-filled laughter of Selkine, Mae could only smile because she found it very refreshing to see everyone relaxed and enjoying themselves. When Twee offered them cake, Maeve giggled and clapped her front paws together in appreciation. In her opinion, the female guard would make a great friend. Hopping to all four paws with enthusiasm, Maeve trotted over to the guards with a goofy grin on her maw. “Hiya!” she greeted with a friendly woof, wagging her tail. “I'm Maeve, a circus act. You guys can call me Mae if ya want, though!” Maybe her sweet cheerfulness was a bit too much for them to handle, but that was just her. “What are your names?” the female asked.


    Clyde stood to the side, boredly watching the prisoners and guards.

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    [color=white][size=7pt]Quirking a non-existent eyebrow towards Martian's dismissiveness, Maeve snorted. “Are you always this charmingly affable?” Mae sarcastically drawled, her green eyes twinkling with a mixture of merriment and slight irritation. “Nice to meet ya, Twee!” the performer replied with a small dip of the head. “So why are you so nice to the prisoners?” Maeve curiously inquired. She had never really seen a knight or a royal treat those under them with respect.

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    [color=white][size=7pt]Nodding her head in agreement as Twee spoke, Maeve felt a rush of exhilaration. There was finally someone around who thought like her! “Whoa. We think the same on this subject!” Mae barked with enthusiasm. “Could we, like, be friends?” Yep, Maeve asked just like that.