Posts by Spottedrose

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one. please respect me and anyone else on this thread and the threads corresponding with it. i will not accept cyber-bullying on any of my threads and if i find it, i will give you one warning and then after that you will be reported. just as well, i am the creator of my threads and so you need to respect me and my decisions. not doing thus so will result in a banning from my threads.
two. no god-modding, power-playing, or creating mary/gary sues. this should be an easy one to follow since you've heard it so many times. if you don't know what any of these things are, please contact me.
three. this is an advanced thread. i expect to see replies with at least two paragraphs. i understand that everyone goes through days where their muse is just gone, but even during those times i expect at least a paragraph. that should be about three-four sentences and isn't hard to come-by. nonetheless, please don't use lack of muse as an excuse all the time.
four. swearing is allowed, but it must be kept to a minimum and the vowels must be starred out. i don't want to see people dropping the f-bomb every other word.
five. all of the wcrpg site rules apply.
six. keep the threads pg-13. i'm fine (and even encourage) character developments romantic-wise, but don't go any further than something you'd want someone younger than thirteen to see. anything past that can fade out/fade in.
seven. you are free to reserve a character(s) but you must complete your form for that character within forty-two hours. if your form is not completed within that time, i reserve the right to make that character open or give it to another person.
eight. each person is allowed to play a maximum of two characters, but it is not required. if you do play two characters, they must be a boy and a girl to keep the genders more-or-less equal.
nine. the characters in this game do not remember their memories from the movies, but their personalities stay similarly the same. however, if their personalities develop differently from the movies over the course of the role-play, i am fine with that. just as well, your characters are free to interact with any other characters from the other movies.
ten. any major plot ideas must be run by me before anything takes place.
eleven. please try to keep your characters age roughly around the same age as their cartoon character. if it's a very young child and you wish to age them up, i would allow that. but if it's an old character who's wise, i'd prefer if they stay old and wise.
twelve. forms are free-for-all but please include your characters name, age, face-claim, who they were, appearance, and personality at least. whether you wish to include the history they think is there's or anything more is completely up to you.
thirteen. please remain active. this means that you as a player are responsible for posting at least every week. if you're away, i understand that, but please don't join the thread, post a couple times, and then disappear.
fourteen. have fun and don't be afraid to contact me if you have any questions![/fancypost]

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taken characters!

reserved characters!

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may I please reserve the HVF captain who's currently imprisoned in the camp?
I will be making my form tomorrow, most likely.
Thanks! :3

irresistible. wrote:

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[size=16px]❝ the basics ❞[/size]
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full name: catina tatum levuri.
nicknames: cat, captain.
age: twenty-six years.
birth-date: december second.
species: human.
allegiance: the human volunteer forces.
rank: the captain.

[size=16px]❝ the looks ❞[/size]
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natural hair color: brunette.
current hair color: red.
eye color: green.
height: five feet, three inches.
weight: one hundred and twenty-five pounds.
body type: petite and rather curvy.
body modifications: a small tattoo that says 'no fear', a small tattoo of three birds.
outfit examples: click, click, click, click, click.
brief description: from the beginning looks of cat, she seems petite but sexy with a curvy frame and the facial features worthy of any stares. full lips accompany green eyes tinged with hazel around the edges. her body is small and rather compact, but it hides her capability to move swiftly and attack silently. just as well, there is strong muscle lining her frame but she rarely flashes enough skin to show such a thing. her skin is pale, but it is simply because it has the lack of an ability to tan under the sunlight. cat often wears her hair in different ways, but her most common are either straight down or up in a messy bun. her hair is dyed well enough that it would be difficult to tell her natural hair color was brown, unless she comes in contact with anyone from her past.

[size=16px]❝ the attitude ❞[/size]
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personality
calculating) if there is one thing cat is good at, it's being cautious of other people. she knows all too well what happens when you trust someone with all your heart when the world is covered with disease. she's a rather good judge of character, with an inner sense toward if someone is being honest or not. just as she is cautious, cat is also somewhat of a scheming person. she isn't exactly plotting for evil, but when someone meets her they might be able to tell she always has an idea up her sleeve or a motive behind her actions.
mistrustful) cat has a very hard time in trusting others. she's often very suspicious of someone unless they've proven they are trustworthy toward her time and time again. her trust is very hard to earn and very easy to break. normally once someone breaks her trust they can never earn it back. cat is one who doesn't forget people doing stuff to her quickly, holding grudges for a good long time even if she admits forgiving them.
detached) unless it gets her something she wants, cat isn't likely to participate in social events. due to her lack of trust, she doesn't have too many friends - or at least ones she would confined secrets with. rather, the people she keeps close to her are more like alliances or assets, people she can easily throw away when she doesn't need them anymore or is willing to bargain for as a trading object. often cat has a distant air about her, though it doesn't mean she isn't paying attention.
cold) cat has a very i-don't-care attitude about her. most of the people she comes in contact with have little purpose to her and can easily be disposed of if it comes down to it. this makes her an almost ruthless killer, putting little thought into ending someone's life. it forms a hard, protective wall around her insides and gives her a stone-cold look in her eyes.
flexible) cat has an interesting ability to move with the way things are thrown at her. perhaps this is due to her assassin-like battle skills or perhaps it is just a part of her personality, but she nonetheless is well-able to alter her plans to include whatever new turn has been taken in her motives. she will often have a plan b or c or d or e or f and the list will continue to go on.
self-serving) while cat has a whole volunteer force army who will do whatever she commands with a flick of her wrist, she is often one who will set out on the tasks herself. she enjoys being on the field and getting her own kick out of disposing of whatever needs to be disposed of. she knows that some of her forces are not so easily persuaded into doing whatever it must take to complete their missions and thus cat is more than capable of handling her own matters.
likes: guns, killing, planning.
dislikes: disobedience, stupidity, pds sufferers.
crush: none/open.
boyfriend: none.

[size=16px]❝ the history ❞[/size]
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cat wasn't always as ruthless and cunning as she is now. in fact, once upon a time, she was a sweet little girl who loved her parents. she was born in miami, florida as the eldest daughter to her parents. her father was a soldier in the military forces (at least that is what he told his family) and her mother was a nurse at their local hospital. when cat turned five, her mother gave birth to her younger sister. the family was happy, living in their florida home. cat's father began training with his daughters when they were each ten years old. self-defense, how to use a gun, how to wield a sword, how to throw knives, hand-to-hand combat, how to spy and sneak; whatever it might take for the girls to protect themselves from any danger he taught them.

when the risings began, cat's family was more than capable of protecting themselves. but her father was called into the government to protect the country (he was, rather, a secret agent who also worked as an assassin for the government and the government was hoping his assassination skills would help them defeat the undead) and her mother was forced to work at a larger hospital to find the cure for the diseased sufferers. on the day of the rising, however, before her parents could be deployed, when the pds sufferers continued to run crazed through the streets, they found cat's home. the deceased killed her mother, father, and sister before cat was able to kill the murderers.

she fled, crying of a vengeance on the pds sufferers. and she would have it. for eventually, after working her way up the rankings of human volunteer forces army (quicker than ever had before, due to her knowledge in assassinating and defending herself) she became the captain.
family ties: father - deceased; mother - deceased; sister - deceased.

[size=16px]❝ the ooc ❞[/size]
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screen-name: irresistible.
nickname(s): whatever floats your fancy or suits your boat.
activity: 6-8.

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When the doctor raises her hand in agreement to stay behind, the lieutenant nods toward her. He could tell she seemed uneasy about going out and doing the whole ten-minute deal with the potential of getting caught and killed. “That’s fine.” He sends her a good-natured smile at the end of his sentence, musing about the idea of her perhaps showing him around the infirmary a bit more. He hadn’t spent too much time in the hospitalized part of the caves and the idea of learning more about it seemed like a good idea to pass the time. Before Bear has time to dive deeper into his thought process, however, Anima sends out a comment about his namesake.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think one man would be capable of fending off an entire government armed force.” With his southern accent and the way he says it, there isn’t any sort of hostility or anger in his voice. He’s adapted to that polite country hospitality, something that his family had trained him to believe. Nonetheless, he doesn’t find offense in the words Anima says nor does he reply with an offense. After that, Bear simply sticks his hands in his pockets and listens to Caleb. Since he won’t be heading toward the horses with everyone else, he goes to lean against the side of the mountain, his shoulder bumping against the rock.
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[size=6px](C)ferris #ferrislooky[/size]

[align=center][font=georgia][size=11px][color=#000]awesome! i'll be making my form tomorrow!
thanks!

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[size=40px]MARISSA JUNE RICHWELL[/size]
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[font=georgia][size=20px][color=#000]On the Surface[size=11px]
Name: Marissa June Richwell.
Nickname(s): Mar, Issy.
Age: Eighteen years.
Gender: Female.
Hair color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Blue.
Skin Tone: Tan.
Body Modifications: A small tattoo (click), a small tattoo (click).
Height: Five feet, five inches.
Weight: One hundred and twenty pounds.
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[font=georgia][size=20px][color=#000]Digging Deeper[size=11px]
Personality: Marissa is an interesting person, with a lot of good and bad things to know about her. It cannot be said that she is a totally good-souled person, nor can it be said that she is a totally bad-souled person. She is a mixture of the two, something that she has learned to adapt with over the years so it didn't cause her to explode. Marissa doesn't have a judging type of approach on people. Rather, she welcomes anyone and everyone she comes in contact with for who they are. She doesn't pressure her own opinions on anyone, but that doesn't mean she isn't bold in her choices. Instead, when Marissa sets her mind to do something, she does it.

Stubborn and strong-willed, Marissa has a tendency to do whatever she pleases. It can be said that she's a bit of a rebel, though she doesn't necessarily go against rules or set words unless she believes there is a better result if she breaks them. Marissa would rather be the one to be caught out past curfew or doing something minor rather than endangering the lives of people around her. She's a clever girl, almost sneaky in what she does, but she always processes everything before taking action. Because she processes information, she is able to do it with a quick mind. This makes her witty and able to take action swiftly (something which helps a great deal when it comes to working around horses and disabled people).

Marissa trusts people easily, given the fact she accepts them for who they are, but when someone breaks her trust it is hard to gain it back. With her stubborn personality comes a strong will to ignore or shrug someone off if they try to talk to her when she doesn't want to talk to them. This often makes her a difficult person to talk to when she is frustrated or angry. Marissa will keep her harsh emotions locked up inside her in favor of not wanting to be the girl who sobs her petty little issues into someone's chest. Perhaps the only one she would ever do that to is her own horse.
Likes: Horses, helping people, fall.
Dislikes: Snobby people, winter, parrots.
Strengths: Accepting, strong, trusting.
Weaknesses Rebellious, stubborn, doesn't open up to her emotions easily.
History: Marissa grew up on her grandparent's ranch in Miami, Florida, not far from the Ever After Ranch. Her grandfather's own ranch primarily worked with breeding, training, and selling American Quarter Horses. Marissa's own parents left her to her father's grandparents after they got in a car accident and died two days after her birth. After graduating from high school, Marissa decided that she wanted to work with horses for the rest of her life.

That's when she came across Ever After Ranch. Having a lot of knowledge in working with horses (though not so much with disabled people), Marissa figured she was a good recruit for their volunteering program.
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[font=georgia][size=20px][color=#000]Love Life[size=11px]
Crush: None; open.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None; open.
Type: Any boy who knows horses like she does.
Turn on's: Horse-rider, messy hair, nice smile.
Turn off's: Know-it-alls, seems perfect, weird laugh.
Fetish: If they ride horses, she's already in love.
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[font=georgia][size=20px][color=#000]Behind the Scenes[size=11px]
Username: Spottedrose.
Screen name: Irresistible.
Activity: 6-7.
Muse: 5-6.
Plot Ideas: I'm open for whatever.
Questions: Nothing.
Other: It's terrible unfortunate that no one else has joined yet.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px solid #000; font-family:georgia;font-size:30px;color:#000;letter-spacing:-1px; text-shadow:gray 1px 1px; text-transform:lowercase;]danger tyler columbia[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px solid #000; width:450px; font-family:times; font-size:12px; color:#000; text-transform: lowercase; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-0.2px; line-height:100%;]He couldn’t say he’d done very much training medical-wise. Sure, in boot camp (a place he was very briefly before they threw him out onto the battlefield) they’d taught him and the other recruits how to tie off a severely-bleeding wound to stop the blood-flow and how to cover a wound until they could get better medical assistance, but he couldn’t say his knowledge could compete to even that of a nurse’s. He knew how to pull out the shell of a bullet from the flesh, although probably not using the same smooth technique and educated grace of someone trained for such purposes. He could probably cure a sore foot by walking it off but never knowing the cause of the pain like a medical staff member might be able to diagnose.

In reality, he is ignorant in the knowledge of anything medical.

Still, he can tell by the way the hospital staff are rushing around that the war has gotten them all out of sorts. Despite the fact that they’ve most likely been doing the same routine for years now (he cannot even recall how long the war has been going on, now) he knows first-hand that each day is a new one with different wounds and actions and cries and dangers and struggles. Just watching them race around each other and hurry patients everywhere (a flash of blood here, the rolling eyes of a weary soldier there, the cry of someone in the distance as they are healed somewhere) causes the soldier to wince and slump against the back of the chair a touch more. His shoulder cries out from the pain, but he’s too busy relishing in the relief of sitting down and not moving to truly notice the agony anymore. The pain has become a sharp ache, something quickly fading into numbness in the back of his mind.

It is as his head is falling against the washed white wall behind him that he spots her (blue eyes, brunette hair, soft jawline and a searching gaze) and he wonders if he’s seeing an angel. The stickiness of the blood from his wounds is continuing to flow steadily and even though he knows nothing on medication, he figures he’s going to run out of blood to bleed out eventually. Perhaps that is where the dizzy, drowsy feeling is emerging from. “Can someone… helllllllllll…..p” and then the lights fade from his vision and he passes out, before he could manage to finish his sloppy words.
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i should’ve known i was weaker from the start,
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=11px][color=#000]i did. that's where the 'other' spot is. you gave the definition of tiger-lily's horse's name so i included that definition in the sentence located in 'other.'

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[align=center][font=georgia][size=11px][color=#000] reverie : i like the idea of mary spending time with bear separately. that way she can really develop her crush with bear without ryker's influence. and likewise with ryker. xD maybe mary can show bear around in the hospital and they can talk about her experiment or something? i don't know if whatever she's doing is private or not soooo lol.

[align=center][font=georgia][size=11px][color=#000] reverie : oh my gosh you're right. :| i got them mixed up! yeah maybe he'll get hurt and she can patch him up. something like that haha. we'll see how it goes.

@siren: or a ride together? ;)