Posts by MORGAN

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  • WE'RE ALL WE'VE GOT (P)LEASE REMEMBER THAT -- PRIVATE

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:2px][align=center][font=arial][size=6pt][color=white]17 YEARS OLD - SHAPESHIFTER - BISEXUAL - SARCASTIC[/fancypost]
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    [justify][sub][color=white]He wouldn't be lying if he said he wasn't fond of these bonfires. Sure he got smores and sure it was warm, but right now he'd rather be sleeping. He'd had a full day of goofing off and now he was tired and he just wanted to be in his bed, sleeping. Sleep was a precious thing to Morgan. He didn't like to miss it if he could help it. Sometimes during the day he'd even find a nice patch of sunlight and curl up in it and just fall asleep right there...As a cat, of course. He'd fallen asleep as a human in very strange places before too, though, like up high in a tree or on the floor of one of the common areas. Wherever he could get remotely comfortable.


    The shapeshifter had already arrived at the bonfire. He'd come early, hoping that maybe, in some way, his arrival would help all of this to go faster...But It wouldn't and people were still trickling in. He hadn't really gotten to know many of them yet. He'd seen a few use their powers before, he'd talked to a few of them, but he wasn't really actual friends with anyone. Despite his rather loud and talkative nature, he didn't make friends easily. Usually it was because they didn't want someone chatting their ear off all day, so they tended to keep their distance from him whenever possible. Morgan was okay with this, if not a little...a little lonely.


    Tonight was a remarkable one. The space that Morgan's voice usually filled was empty, and it was significantly quieter than other bonfire's had been. He was sitting further from the rest of the group, watching the fire as he sat huddled in his red sweatshirt, converse clad feet stacked one on top of the other. His posture was poor, hunched over. He was clearly trying to stay warm while staying as far as possible from everyone else, though the reason for this was not clear.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • dead bouquet of roses [ p ; ghost ]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]250 years old | prince | vampire | sarcastic[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]Morgan looked her over with eyes that had once been a fawn-like brown, and were now an ethereal crimson that almost glowed in the light of the moon. He seemed unimpressed by the newly born vampire before him, not too fond of her snark.
    "You let your guard down. You can't do that in this part of the forest, especially not at night." Morgan commented as he started to walk away from her, eyes focused on her for a moment before looked ahead of himself. "Believe it or not, there are humans who hunt us and have very effective methods of killing us. I wouldn't have stopped them if they'd found you." He told her. She had to learn if she was going to survive. He couldn't be friends with her. He was her mentor, her trainer, and most importantly he was the person who would shape how she would act in her new life.


    "Come on. Can you catch their scent?" Morgan said, lowering his voice slightly. "There's a small group of hikers about a mile away. They're our quarry tonight." He explained. "I know you haven't hunted humans before but...Just treat them like you would any other animal, only, they are slower and more stupid than most animals. When they panic, they don't always run like they should, and when they do they don't last long anyway. We're faster and stronger. They are our prey." He said.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • dead bouquet of roses [ p ; ghost ]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]250 years old | prince | vampire | sarcastic[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]Morgan watched the family below, then looked up at Rowan when she spoke, narrowing his eyes at her. "If you won't...They maybe they will." He murmured before leaping down from the tree he was in, moving quickly to capture one of the children, dragging her away. Her brother noticed and followed, calling for her. This alerted the parents, whose attention was drawn to the forest surrounding, scanning the darkness as they called out for their children. Then they appeared, but they were different...Pale with crimson eyes. Morgan was crouched behind them, and he gently prodded them forward. "Go on. It's alright." He said softly. The pair exchanged glances before they lunged to attack their own parents, now feral little creatures of the night. Their only instinct was to hunt and to quench their thirst.


    "Come down, Rowan." Morgan called to his pupil, watching in satisfaction as the two adults were drained of their blood. "We cannot allow these two to escape. I need you to take the girl once she stops feeding. They won't fight us, but I don't want to risk them causing chaos and drawing attention to our clan." He explained, picking up the boy, who couldn't have been older than five years old, once he was finished.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • WE'RE ALL WE'VE GOT (P)LEASE REMEMBER THAT -- PRIVATE

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:2px][align=center][font=arial][size=6pt][color=white]17 YEARS OLD - SHAPESHIFTER - BISEXUAL - SARCASTIC[/fancypost]
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    [justify][sub][color=white]Morgan wasn't terribly fond of all the company he received as people came down to the fire, especially not [i]Rowan. Ever since he first met her he'd had this...Feeling. He remember Will and the way the other young man had used his powers. It had been a horrible feeling, not being in control of himself. Will hadn't been able to actually make him do anything, but he'd also prevented him from moving at all when he was in his animal form. The young man had been a terrible bully to Morgan after he found out he could influence him like that. He was almost glad the kid had disappeared.


    But he was getting the same feeling from Rowan, the same weird tingly thing he got whenever Will was around him. It was some kind of aura because of the magic they used. He didn't like it. He was afraid of her but he wanted her to stay away from him so he tried to come off as rude or aloof. Maybe she'd leave him alone then...But noooo, she had to hang around him all the time. He was getting tired of it.


    He was nibbling on the cuff of his sweatshirt when Nia addressed him. Fawn-like brown eyes flicked up to look at her, and he raised his eyebrows. "You've seen me using it before...Or, at least, I've seen you when I was using it." He said. "I believe I was in the same common area as you. There was this great patch of sunlight that I had to take advantage of." He explained, hoping she'd pick up on the fact that he was that fluffy ragdoll cat (x) who she had been fawning over and petting yesterday while he was trying to take a nap.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • dead bouquet of roses [ p ; ghost ]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]250 years old | prince | vampire | sarcastic[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]Morgan looked over at the other when she asked where they were going. "Back to the clan. We'll give them to one of the nurses to be looked after." He replied, looking down at the little boy, who was toying with a string on the vampire's jacket. "You made a mistake, Rowan, and this is what came out of it." He said. "I told you we were hunting humans, and yet you almost seem to think you're one of them." He murmured. "You cannot feel anything for them. They are prey and we are the predators who hunt them. Living off of animal blood alone would be like a human living off of only vegetables, but worse. You can survive but your body is not receiving the sustenance it truly needs. Human blood will keep you strong and young. Living only on the blood of animals will make you weak, and you will wither away eventually." He said.


    "If you would like to hunt on your own, you may, but I want to be with you if you hunt any humans. Their blood can make a vampire go into a sort of frenzy, and you may lose control of yourself, something which could lead to your own demise." Morgan explained.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • MOST OF THE TIME, IT GETS YOU KILLED IN PAINFUL, NASTY WAYS—roleplay

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 160px; width: 400px; background: url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/942…mdhnNA7x1qbycomo6_250.gif); background-position: center; background-size: 100%;][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 22px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18pt; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: black; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 50px; opacity: 0.5]PHINNEAS DEMOPULOUS[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 22px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18pt; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: black; margin-left: -15px;]19 -- male -- satyr[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.2][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman]✯ Phinneas was having a decidedly...rough morning. He'd slept in, for one thing...Which shouldn't have been a problem, except for the fact that he was supposed to help in the kitchen with breakfast today. After sleeping through his shift, the satyr was rudely awakened when he was doused by a bucket full of cold water and had nearly gone through the ceiling when he'd started awake.


    His hair was dry now, but his legs weren't and hair dryers weren't the most conventional method of drying thick fur, so he had to walk around without any pants on. Most satyrs here did that anyway. He just liked to be modest, that was all. His fur was long and thick and it covered anything that needed to be hidden but he still felt exposed. Maybe it was from all the time he'd spent having to hide himself. He was just used to wearing pants. Going 'au natural' wasn't natural for him.


    Regardless of his abrupt awakening, Fin was still trying to be positive. He didn't like to be grumpy around the campers. The satyr didn't have anything to do after he'd missed his shift helping with breakfast this morning, so he decided to take a walk around camp just to see if anyone needed help. He ended up aiding a younger girl in finding a lost bracelet, and they ended up sitting together for a while as Phinneas watched her make a ring of daisies, which she then crowned him with when she had completed it. It fit perfectly around his horns, and although he felt a bit silly wearing it, he still thanked her and moved on.


    The satyr's next stop ended up being the cabins, where he abruptly froze when he heard a thud and peered around a cabin to see that one of Hermes's kids had crashed and burned a little. The satyr snickered a little bit and then took a moment to survey the situation. Pan's sister was there as well, likely making fun of or scolding her brother. Sirrus and Keira were also approaching the scene. The person of interest in the situation was not any of these, however, but was instead Alika who had come from the direction of the forest. From Fin's vantage point, he was looking at the centaur from behind, and everything in him wanted catch up to him and leap up onto his back, catch him by surprise. Phinneas twitched a little, an aborted movement toward the centaur, then a wicked grin spread on his lips and in a moment the scrape of hooves on dirt filled the air, then Fin vaulted himself over the centaur's rear end to land rather haphazardly sprawled on his back, clinging for dear life to his sides to keep from rolling off.
    He realized in that moment how silly he must have looked, and he snorted, giggling madly as he readjusted himself to sit straddling the centaur's back. "Hey Ally. Miss me?" He said, though it was entirely possible that the centaur might buck him off at any moment, just to get rid of the nuisance.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [align=center][size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | BEWARE OF HIDDEN SCROLLIE | #BOKEHFANCY[/size]

  • rebelium; part 2; escapade

    [fancypost bgcolor=none; border: none; width: 400px; padding: 10px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; padding: 5px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; color: none; font-family: arial]Gonna track with Finn's sub because I haven't done that yet
    I'm so excited about this roleplay omg ;v;[/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • rebelium; part 2; so it begins

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.5][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman]✯ Sleep paralysis. Phinneas recalled learning that it was a phenomenon caused by the brain. It was designed to keep you from acting out your dreams in real life while you were asleep.
    It was a terrifying feeling.
    When Finn woke up, there was darkness, and he could sense the bed beneath him. He could hear, although there wasn't much to be heard, perhaps the soft whirring of some air conditioning system but that was all. He couldn't move. He couldn't open his eyes and he couldn't sit up. All he could do was lay there and breathe and feel his own heartbeat begin to pound in his chest.
    "Oh rebeeeeeeels! It's time to come out and play." The voice was unfamiliar, but it still struck a nerve. He found himself able to move and when he did he sat up, gripping the sheets with knuckles turned white, breathing hard. Where was he? His senses were being overloaded with information, blinded by the pure white of the room.
    He forced himself to move, to get up out of the bed on shaky legs so he could advance toward the opening in the walls that he could only assume was a way out. He didn't know where he was, but he remembered a battle, and he remembered the other rebels. Had they been captured?
    He wasn't wearing the clothes he'd been wearing that day. Instead they'd been replaced by a white t-shirt and sweatpants. His feet were bare against a cold floor. He realized then that he didn't have his locket, and his stomach dropped as he realized he'd lost the last connection he had to his family. He let out a shaky breath and then peered outside the room. He didn't realize that he was tearing up or that he looked angry as he took in the sight of the two men in the hallway. He didn't feel angry just...sort of broken and confused.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [align=center][size=5pt]TEMPLATE ©BOKEH | BEWARE OF HIDDEN SCROLLIE | #BOKEHFANCY[/size]

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-20px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]It had been a cold, rainy day today. The kind of day that made you want to curl up in bed with a warm mug of tea and marathon your favorite tv show. Phinneas had considered this, but he had things to do today. He had volunteered at the funeral home today, vacuuming and doing other housekeeping things. He'd also had every intention of sneaking into the embalming room so he could feed this week, but he had slipped up, and he hadn't been able to get in without risking getting caught.


    Now he was sitting in a bar, huddled over the counter as he contemplated what he was going to do for the next week. He'd start to get sick if he waited too long, he knew that, and he was pretty sure he'd be too sick to get to the funeral home for his shift next week if he didn't feed sometime between then and now. He downed a swig of his IPA and stole a glance to his right as someone sat down a few seats away. She almost looked too young to be here, and she looked like she'd fallen in the mud at some point. Poor thing.
    Finn kept to himself, staring down at the counter. He looked tired and sickly, dark circles framing his eyes from a lack of sleep. He'd been having the nightmares again, and last night he hadn't slept at all just so he wouldn't have to go through the terror and the inevitable panic attack.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]Lost in his own thoughts, Phinneas barely noticed when someone sat down next to him until he was spoken to. "Evening. Lovely night, isn't it," The man inquired. Finn looked up at him, looking relatively nonplussed. "Yeah, I mean, if bitter cold and rain is your thing then it's great." He said in a thick, monotone, his voice rough and weary sounding. He sounded parched, his voice grating and gravelly like he had a cold or had smoked a few packs. Neither of these things were true, but the fox sure felt like crap nonetheless.


    Finn's eyes brightened just a little bit when the girl from before who had mud all over her got up and brushed past him. He could feel her gaze on the back of his head, and turned to steal a glance at her as she disappeared into the bathroom. He kept his gaze focused on the door, and he looked worried. He turned back toward the man who had sat beside him, offering an apologetic look. "Sorry...She's a friend and she looked upset about something. I'm just going to go see what's up." He offered before he turned to follow the girl, hardly put off upon entering a women's restroom.


    "Thought so." He muttered when he saw her looking in the mirror, saw her eyes. He saw his own eyes as well, still normal colored. He had mastered his own shift a long time ago, even when he was weak like this. His claws had made an appearance, however. They were long and black, extending from his fingertips where human fingernails had once been. "What are you doing in my territory?" He said. Foxes normally weren't very territorial, but he wanted to be far away from any other kitsune. He didn't want to be blamed for any deaths caused by this girl.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]( I hope it's okay that I've sort of alluded to Finn having fangs and stuff? I have headcanons about kitsune that I'm kind of hoping to use? ;v; )
    Phinneas was almost tempted to curl his lip at the girl's comment, but he didn't need to bear his fangs right now. She wasn't trying to pick a fight. Still...He scoffed, "I can pick a fight if I want to." He growled under his breath. His claws retracted, though, and he seemed to relax a little bit before he frowned when he heard a toilet flush and a woman came out of the bathroom stall. She looked a bit stunned, but also pretty drunk, so Finn was pretty sure she wouldn't remember this in the morning. He straightened up and shoved his hands in his pockets, watching the woman until she left. "Don't get in my way." He snapped at the other kitsune before he exited the bathroom and went to sit down again.


    A heavy sigh left him and he laid his head on crossed arms on the dirty counter. He needed to feed soon. He had a pounding headache and he felt about ready to vomit, although that might have just been the alcohol. He was afraid he was going to shift in front of everyone and attack someone. As much as he thought he had control of his true nature, he wasn't sure what would happen if he became desperate.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

    [align=center][img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/196962556/large.gif[/img] [img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/197260103/large.gif[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 5px 5px 5px black; margin-top:-50px][size=38pt][font=georgia][b][i]phinneas voight[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]Finn looked up at the other guy again. "Yeah, she's fine. She just had a little too much to drink you know?" He said, shrugging. He sat up again and looked the guy over, a small smile appearing on his lips. "You're kind of cute, you know that?" He commented before he looked surprised. "Sorry...I guess the alcohol is getting to me too, you know?" He said. "I don't know why I just assumed you were gay. You don't look it." He said. He could tell that this guy wasn't just some average joe. There was something about him that alerted the fox to potential danger, so he was going to avoid it by hopefully distracting the guy.


    Hunters had always been a problem for Finn. You slip up once, make one mistake, and you get hunters on your ass for the next several months. That had been a year ago, and they'd finally gotten tired of chasing him. Maybe they had bigger problems, or maybe they were just frustrated with the fox. He had only ever killed once before. He'd always found ways to feed without hurting a living human. Now he was afraid he was going to make the same mistake he had a year ago. He was slipping, losing his grip on himself, and he didn't know why.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

    [align=center][img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/196962556/large.gif[/img] [img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/197260103/large.gif[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 5px 5px 5px black; margin-top:-50px][size=38pt][font=georgia][b]phinneas voight[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]Finn flinched a little when the vixen came over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up at her and then back at the other guy. "I can talk for myself." He said, shifting so her hand wasn't on his shoulder anymore. Foxes were not pack animals, and he didn't like the idea of this kitsune trying to be friendly with him. His gaze focused on the human as he made a remark about being bi himself.


    Phinneas offered a smirk, "I might be." He replied. "I mean, I'm a single dude who's also bi, and I haven't been with anyone in a while so...Interested is one word you could use." He said. Maybe he needed a distraction...Although he wasn't sure that this guy would be the best sort of distraction for him. Finn still sensed that he was dangerous, and there was a possibility that he could be a hunter...But he [i]was cute.


    [we'll try not to!][/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

    [align=center][img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/196962556/large.gif[/img] [img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/197260103/large.gif[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 5px 5px 5px black; margin-top:-50px][size=38pt][font=georgia][b]phinneas voight[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8][ off to bed with me. try not to flood please? ]
    Phinneas narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head at the other man. "Besides interested? Hm...Attracted. Intrigued. Drawn in like a moth to a flame." He said, waving his hand dismissively. "You've got a pretty face, stranger, what can I say?" He offered before he froze and then looked over at Adaline as she spoke. In one movement the kitsune had gotten up off the stool and slammed a hand on the counter, causing his beer bottle to rattle as the counter shook. "Don't you [i]dare    ." He snarled.


    "I'm not about to let you bother all of these people." Finn said, masking the true intentions of the vixen herself with his words, although she had sort of made it blatantly obvious if you thought about it. But she wouldn't dare attack someone in a public place, would she? That would be stupid, idiotic. Every part of him rejected this method of hunting. Sloppy and devil-may-care, he knew she was a very different creature from himself. He had been born a kitsune. Had she been turned later in life? That seemed very likely. She couldn't even properly control her shift.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • rebelium; part 2; so it begins

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 165px; width: 400px; background: url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/596…vtvmOmjw1ur8dqzo2_500.gif); background-position: center; background-size: 100%;][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 22px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18pt; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: black; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 50px; opacity: 0.5]PHINNEAS DEMOPULOUS[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 22px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18pt; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: black; margin-left: -15px;]21 -- male -- shapeshifter[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.5][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman]✯ In a few moments, one of the men left and the other began a short speech about how they had gifts or something, special powers? That might explain why he was in a constant state of sensory overload right now. Everything was too loud, scents were too strong, and everything was far too bright. He wanted to curl up in a ball and stay here but it sounded like they had somewhere to be. Before he could respond, a woman came out of her room and moved to throw a punch at the man. One landed but the next did not. The sight of it flooded Phinneas with exhilaration. What was she doing? Was she fighting back? But then she seemed to give in and he was disappointed. Why had he wanted a fight in the first place though? What made him so excited at the thought?


    The young man stepped from the relative safety of his room, tentative and timid as he approached. He kept quiet, looked frightened, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he took everything in. He didn't know where he was, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the man, then over at the other person that he was referring to. Xeth. The name was familiar, but he didn't think he'd personally known anyone by that name. He knew the woman's face. Misha, the second-in-command. He itched to do what she had done before, to attack. He didn't want to be here. Everything about this was bad. He felt sick, he felt like he wanted to run, but instead he balled his hands into fists and watched Misha. If he didn't know where Morana was, he'd follow the lead of this woman, someone he could trust.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

    [align=center][img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/196962556/large.gif[/img] [img height=150]http://data.whicdn.com/images/197260103/large.gif[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 5px 5px 5px black; margin-top:-50px][size=38pt][font=georgia][b]phinneas voight[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]Phinneas's eyes were wide as he watched Adeline approach, shifting completely. What did she think she was doing? She was going to get herself killed! He glanced back when the human...the [i]hunter stood up, and Finn edged a little closer to him. Everything in him wanted to protect this man, and inevitably the man who had just joined them. He wasn't going to let anyone die tonight, except maybe this vixen.


    "Alright, primadonna, back it up." Finn said, waving his hand in a shooing motion. "You really don't want to start something." He said, though that seemed ironic considering the stunt he'd pulled in the bathroom. " He stole a glance at the hunter and the other man. "You've got to get out of here. I'll distract her." He said. There was only one of her and three of them...And two of them had ways to defend themselves. His irritation flared at the woman's last comment. "You think it's a f.cking game don't you?" He snapped, then laughed dryly. "Sweetheart, I don't play games. I'm notorious when it comes to cheating." He said, looking solely at her when he flashed his fox eyes, making sure neither of the men with him would see. He couldn't risk that.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

    [align=center][img height=170]http://38.media.tumblr.com/a91…o6dxj5tJ1tqsj1go4_500.gif[/img] [img height=170]http://data.whicdn.com/images/197260103/large.gif[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 5px 5px 5px black; margin-top:-50px][size=38pt][font=georgia][b][i]phinneas voight[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8][ no problem! I'm going to have to go in a little while as well ]
    Phinneas kept his eyes trained on the woman as she backed off and then left. "Good idea." He called in reply as she walked outside. He didn't realize how riled up he'd gotten until she was gone and his heart was pounding in his chest and he could feel the adrenaline rushing through him. It was such an abrupt end to the confrontation, and suddenly the adrenaline dropped off and he realized that he was in pain again, but it was worse this time, throbbing. His body ached and it felt like someone was stabbing him in the head. He coughed harshly, doubling over enough that he dropped back onto the bar stool. When he drew his hand away there was blood speckling his palm, and the same crimson substance colored his otherwise pale lips. "Sh.t." He mumbled, shoulders sagging as he realized how much trouble he was really in. If he waited too much longer to feed, he'd be dead...Though he'd rather be dead than kill to survive. His mother hadn't raised him to be a monster, and she'd certainly set an excellent example for him.


    Speaking of his mother, it was a wonder to him that he wasn't infuriated by the presence of this hunter. Hunters had murdered his mother even though she had never killed. She'd found alternative ways to feed, just like he did. Of course it was risky, but she wasn't one to harm a living being. She was always helping people. His own father, a retired hunter now, had spared her life a long time ago, and they'd married and had Finn, and Finn had been brought up in that strange household. Maybe that was why the hunter didn't make him angry?


    Regardless, Finn knew he'd need to get out of here if he had any chance of making it home tonight. He moved to get up again, but he was so lightheaded and disoriented that he had to sit back down again, another heavy cough wracking his body. This time the blood fell on the counter, and he nearly fainted. It wasn't the blood that bothered him, of course, it was just that he felt terrible and he was starving.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

  • rebelium; part 2; so it begins

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: 165px; width: 400px; background: url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/596…vtvmOmjw1ur8dqzo2_500.gif); background-position: center; background-size: 100%;][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 22px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18pt; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: black; margin-left: -15px; margin-top: 50px; opacity: 0.5]PHINNEAS HOLT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: 22px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18pt; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; color: black; margin-left: -15px;]21 -- male -- shapeshifter[/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.5][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman]✯ Everything was quick and efficient around here, it seemed. This was okay with Finn, although he didn't very much appreciate being micro-managed when he showered and had protested a number of times. The food was fine. At least he'd eaten something, even if he felt sick to his stomach. Everything felt like a strange dream, and he was constantly checking his hands to make sure his fingers only numbered ten, trying to make sure he knew what was reality and what was fantasy...although this whole deal with the superpowers or what-have-you seemed quite strange. He didn't really believe it.


    They were lead into a room and he was behind most of the people, so he didn't have a great view of his leader. He just heard whispers of her name, and he couldn't catch sight of her face. He gave up on trying to stand on his toes to look over the heads of others and just settled at the back of the group, arms crossed over his chest. How were they supposed to trust anyone here? Any one of them could be a traitor. Morana herself could be scheming with the Visionary himself. Phinneas didn't want to cooperate. He didn't want to believe any of this.


    Elisha mentioned something about their 'powers' again, and then pointed at each and every person, naming their power. The focus settled on him for a brief moment, and he swore he heard shapeshifting before Elisha moved on to someone else. Phinneas blinked, looking down at the floor before deciding to sit down against the wall. His eyes stared down at nothing, and he brought his knees up to his chest as he combed his fingers through his messy hair. "This is bullsh.t." He remarked softly, hardly expecting anyone to hear or care about him. There was a reason he was back here and not flocking to Morana like some of the others. He wasn't part of any inner circle. He hadn't had a personal relationship with the leader. He just cared about getting out of here, but he wasn't stupid, and he'd follow this crowd. Hopefully they wouldn't go all 'lemming' on him and begin to actually listen to the Administration, because if they did he was going to run the opposite direction.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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  • ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ᴀᴅᴠ. RP

    [align=center][img height=170]http://38.media.tumblr.com/a91…o6dxj5tJ1tqsj1go4_500.gif[/img] [img height=170]http://data.whicdn.com/images/197260103/large.gif[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 5px 5px 5px black; margin-top:-50px][size=38pt][font=georgia][b][i]phinneas voight[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-23px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]24 years old | kitsune | trickster [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; border-top: 2px COLOR solid; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; opacity: 0.7][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 160px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 160px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: times new roman][color=black]✯     [size=8]Finn's eyes were barely open, but he offered a glance when the curly-haired man spoke to him, asking if he was okay. He was distracted for a second by the hunter, who was walking away, and then he looked back at Azariah before he laid his head on the counter, as if that was an answer that would suffice.
    Then he heard the sound of boots on the floor, heading back toward him and Azariah, and the hunter was there, lifting his head to get a good look at him. He managed a weak huff when Elijah called him a moron, but it was true. He was just dumbfounded that the man was trying to offer help at all. The hunter knew what he was, so he should be getting rid of him, right? But instead he was trying to help.


    Phinneas managed to sit up a little bit, lifting a hand to wipe his mouth. He was somewhat intrigued to hear what Azariah had to say about this. What would he recommend? What was his alternative? Finn had done quite a bit of looking into what might be an alternative sustenance for a kitsune, but he'd never found anything that actually worked. Only that tiny part of the brain. Why did that have to be what kept him alive? Why not something that didn't kill you, like a kidney or an appendix? Why a vital part of the human body? Then again, he definitely preferred the sight of brains over a heart. He was glad he wasn't a werewolf, that was for sure.[/size][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek