Posts by mikala

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    mikala's character gallery...
    **click purple names to see bio

    faq


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    characters...
    cats; padem/windclan/male
    zythum/windclan/male

    Padem watched him suspiciously, evaluating te glum look that haunted the tom's face. He appeared to be pondering the world around him. Taking a deep breath she padded out to the river side, a ways down from Iron.


    She inhaled deeply, and spoke with a low voice. "Hello, sir." She spoke with a thick russian accent, as she lowered her slate grey eyes at the tom. "My name eez Padem, who are you mine friend?"

    Character Name:
    padem (pay-dem)


    Gender:
    female


    Clan/Group{if any}:
    windclan


    Rank{if any}:
    warrior


    Appearance:
    has an "egyptian" appearance with gravelly grey eyes. she long and lanky with a white pelt. her eyes have a black circle around them, as if to appear like eyeliner.


    Personality:
    speaks with a russian-like accent, and is very mysterious and unknown.


    History:
    not much is known about padem, despite the fact she killed her brother(hequin) in hopes to impress her brutal father.


    hey guys, im mik :D


    ive finally decided to come back after a long like a few years break… anyways, i thought id drop by and say hello.
    past the point… is anyone in need of an rp?
    im bored and all my old friends from this site have long since gone inactive :'(

    "NO ONE CARES…" A low husky voice abruptly shot in the cat's direction. "If you think it's a problem, then fix it." The voice again muttered. Osmal glared at the tom, taking her aggression from the world and throwing it all at him. "Admitting it is the first step!" She again mused sarcastically, twisting her face into an ugly grin.


    Hello!
    I'm like you, having gone inactive for a while before coming back and making a new account. I'll be in need of an rp when I come back from vacation, in about a week.


    that works perfect for me! just message me when you get back.
    hope you have an awesome trip!

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    Hey, same here! This used to be my favourite site a good years back xD I thought I'd give it another little go too.
    Have you found any good rps, Mikala? Blending in ok? :)


    the whole format of this site has changed since ive last been on it… like around 2013 ish? im just trying to relearn allllll the little details of this rp.

    The young cat stared sheepishly at the figure in front of him, unsure of how to react. The cat seemed pained or at least… not okay. The cat was a bloody mess, and made Zythum crinkle his nose as the iron smell the seemed to follow the cat. "You okay there, buddy?" Zy called from the Windclan side of the border, still hesitant to approach. He'd seen traps like this before and was certainly not about to walk head on into one.

    Character Name:
    zythum, but often goes by zy


    Gender:
    male


    Clan/Group{if any}:
    windclan


    Rank{if any}:
    warrior


    Appearance:
    chocolate point, buff male with lemony yellow eyes. long hair.


    Personality:
    curious and overly nosy. doesn't realize his flaws or mistakes.


    History:
    n/a


    [justify][font=georgia]character name:
    alkamia aeternum >alkamia is the latin phrase to mix metals in hopes to create a sort of 'super metal'<


    age:
    15 moons


    relations:
    refer to questions below


    other:
    if accepted, im going to make a bio just to add to my character gallery :p


    question though… do we just get to choose our relations or because i would like to be whatever the family's form of a medic would be
    WIP
    [/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]Zy hung back from the two as 'two's a crowd' and Zythum wasn't the biggest supporter on the whole social gathering scene. "Yeah, you look just ducky." He muttered, still taken back by the cat's "whatever" mood towards his bleeding face. "Im Zythum by the way… Zy's fine though…" He trailed off.[/justify]

    welcome traveller, welcome to our family. we are the vaticinum, which is latin for 'the prophecy.' have you stumbled upon
    us by mistake? oh certainly not… you are here to be one of us no? please, please follow me. join the prophets in the heavens!

    the vaticinum family awaits you...



    FAQ



    my dear, it appears youre all up to speed on our lovely little family. have you met
    all of us? oh no, you havent! oh that wont do… please, our names are all below!



    see, now youve been perfectly aquainted with my lovely family, you just have to stay
    now… please, won't you join us? we'd love to have you as one of us, traveller.

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    2. [b]age;[/b]
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    oh why it's great to have you, my kin. there is just a few more things you should know… but no worries all that is down below!


    [sup]ahhh yes, youre finally ready to join us at home, well… what are you waiting for, the thread(s) are in the spoiler below!

    Osmal scoffed and glared at Fox. "What isn't my problem!?" She groaned, heavily. It was her own fault mainly. The fiery cat often worried too much about everything, leaving little time for her not to hate the world. She counted her every step, thought and re-thought every possible decision, every little detail about every little thing consumed her mind and bothered her. "I don't have one!" She quickly snapped.

    [justify]Trippaw huffed around the camp, grunting and grumbling to himself. Two moons ago the tortie cat had been rummaging in the plains, and had stumbled upon an old string with pearlessent yellow beads, which he had deemed his good luck charm.


    Trippaw spotted Jetkit throwing her epiphany and immediently narrowed his eyes. You! Of course it was you wasn't it?!" Trip snarled. The tom was so angry, you could almost see the steam roll from his ears. "I know it was you who took it!" He grumbled.[/justify]

    Ma'ia stared back at the tom intently. He was the color of shadow and gave her a weird, floaty vibe. "And what are you here for, my dear?" She spoke in a thick russian accent, checking over the feline before her. He had a spiked color on that glimmered when the sunlight hit it through the leaves.