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  • GALAXIES — open, voices

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    Voices were a normal part of life for anyone and everyone not deaf. They echoed through the air, as natural to everyone that used one as breathing. You moved your mouth and your tongue and used your vocal chords to make sounds that were interpreted by others, and ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, you had voices! Take it a little farther and you had a language. Quite a fascinating thing if you really took a step back and thought about it.


    Voices were an out-loud sort of thing. Usually. But not Avriel's. At least, not the one he was now hearing in his head. It had taken some nervous glancing around to see that no one was talking to him, but the voice had a friendly vibe and so he wasn't shaken for long. Soon enough, he was talking to it, and it was talking back. It sounded silken and very feminine, so it was easy to know that its source - whoever that may be - was a female. It was also very flirtatious, just like him. It was very strange being the target of the flirtation instead of the source, but Avriel himself found it very pleasure-inducing.


    Hey there, handsome. That's what it had first said, jerking him out of the amiable silence he had been holding. From there, it had just kept going: I hear you're Avriel. Nice to meet you! I'm Brooklyn, and I suppose I'll be your... companion for a while. Is that okay with you, honeybuns? At that point, he had let out a giddy chuckle, bobbing his head to agree. "It's just fine by me," he responded. This would seem really strange to anyone else watching.
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  • get her drunk she’ll scream like hell — private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; height: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: -11px]for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 450px; height: 2px; padding: 0px;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 138px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #1c1c1c]
    Allies? This was sounding less and less like an average person and more and more like some sort of sly mastermind. A spy kind of thing, actually. Was she here on a secret mission? Viewing Navalia in a new light, the feline blinked. "Well... if it's important enough, I won't share. If you want it to be kept secret, secret it shall be kept," he finished deviously. He was less of an ideas person and more of a follower kind of person, but perhaps that would change in the near future.


    /rushed
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  • Have a present (Gift Giving Organization Thread)

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    "Get in your way?" Avriel seemed almost offended by the accusation. "I would never!" He blinked innocently. "Well, it depends on your definition of 'getting in the way...'" If flirtatious comments to strangers they would meet on the Tribe of the Harvest Moon's border counted, then he was going to be in trouble. But he could probably shut his maw - probably. Maybe. He'd give it his best shot - let's leave it at that.


    "But you can't blame me for trying to spice things up! Now, let's head out, shall we, little sis?" He gave her a friendly nudge. "Unless, you know, we need to gather up some gifts first. Might be important, I suppose..."
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  • get her drunk she’ll scream like hell — private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; height: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: -11px]for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 450px; height: 2px; padding: 0px;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 138px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #1c1c1c]
    Avriel's viewpoints were set rather low. An unofficial motto of his went a little like this: if you expect failure, nothing is ever disappointing. Maybe not the best motto, but definitely not the worst. Frankly, Avriel expected next to nothing when it came to his life. He just wanted to live life to the fullest! If there was something he wanted to do, he would do it immediately when it came to mind. That, in his opinion, was much better than waiting until it was too late to do anything to change the course of your own life.


    "Thank you for allowing me to hear your almighty plans," he said, deadpan, settling back to listen. When she was finished, he opened his maw to respond. "Ah, good for you. Not sure if a constant drunk is something that will help the clan better than my own mother, but eh," he shrugged noncommittally. "I'd hope that you become leader because of my mother stepping down, not because of her death, however. As for new joiners... I suppose you're right. But what we should really be focusing on is the reason Anti-BloodClan exists in the first place: to take revenge on BloodClan." Wow, the first serious statement that Avriel has made since the beginning of his life!
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  • LEGIONARY TRYOUTS > you say you don't know

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    Midnightsky would have to try very hard indeed not to seriously injure Avriel! The tom took the hit to the gut without a second to spare, wheezing as some of the air was pushed out of him. Oh, geez, he was definitely not going to become a legionary. But he hadn't expected to, either, so he wasn't disappointed. He had to focus on this as a learning experience. He jotted down a few mental notes. While downed, backwards kicks are easily expected. Hits to the gut knock air out of the opponent.


    Rolling to the side to hopefully avoid any more easy attacks, he still had no idea what he was doing Avriel popped back up, quickly regaining all of the breath he had lost. Dancing backwards a few pawsteps, he warily surveyed his opponent once again. Weaknesses, weaknesses... did Middy have any? The guy probably had a shipload of powers and he wasn't using them out of pity. Oh well, he wouldn't let that get him down.


    Deciding to go for a straightforward attack, he launched himself forward once again, this time trying to land on the other's back to squish him flat.
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  • GALAXIES — open, voices

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; height: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: -11px]for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 450px; height: 2px; padding: 0px;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 138px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #1c1c1c]
    Speaking to yourself was indeed a mark of... considerable insanity, but that wasn't really what was going on here. At least, not if you really looked at it. Sure, Avriel was talking out-loud to a spirit in his head, but could anybody really blame him for being invaded by some random ghost? Nah, not really. Not that that part of this situation would be revealed to the public for a while.


    The appearance of the two others was a startling event for the semi-distracted tom. He jumped, his fur going on end for a heartbeat before flattening hastily once again. "Oh! Uh, hi." He waited an experimental second to see if Brooklyn would speak again, but it seemed that she had benched herself as soon as he had started talking to Tremorstep and Navalia. "Um, yeah, hi..." he trailed off. It wasn't particularly like the flirty tomcat to be so flustered, but flustered he was.


    How did one present the idea that a voice was in his head to the world? "What's fine by me? If someone stays with me for a while..." Crap, that didn't sound very good.
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  • JUST LIKE STARS IN THE SKY — private, winston

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    Everyone enjoyed a bit of alone-time every now and then, right? That was what was going on here, so Winston could just go ahead and discard the mental possibility that Avriel was capable of silence. Maybe for minuscule moments of time, but not for any long, even ten-minute long periods. Actually, scratch that - no pun intended. It'd be a miracle if he could go for five minutes without speaking, really.


    The solid-colored male flicked an ear as the other made their approach, turning his head to glance over at Winston. "Oh, hey! Yeah, view's great. Lots of sand," he gestured vaguely. Actually, his eyes were hurting now, from the glare of the sun gleaming off of the sand. Whoops. "I mean, there's some great mirage-water to the left over there, but yeah. Sand. Whoo." He cracked a lopsided smile.
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  • FUN TIME IN MY PRIME — open, pep-talk

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    Pep talks really got people going — if they were done, right that was. If they weren’t, it was basically just a bunch of random words, strung together by the thinnest of threads. That wasn’t what Avriel intended to do today; no, he intended to really get the people's’ blood boiling, to get them pumped up about life and everything that pertained to. This was also totally impromptu on his part, so whoopee for potentially disastrous situations!


    The male cleared his throat, feeling important up upon the porch of the mansion. ”Listen up, ladies and gents! Have you felt less motivated than you usually are? More lethargic? Questioning why you are ever here on this earth? Look no further! For I, Amazing Avriel, will give you a pep talk! Gather around if you want to listen, and just ignore me if you don’t.” He smiled widely. Brooklyn's voice always seemed to disappear when he wasn't speaking to her, but he knew occasional comments would wring from her direction.
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  • IF I COULD ONLY JUST — avriel's biography

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    AVRIEL
    [size=17pt][color=#AC142A]of anti-bloodclan[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt]NAME: Avriel
    - nicknames: avvy
    - former names: none
    SEX: Male
    - gender: masculine
    SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
    - romantic orientation: heteroromantic
    AGE: 13 Days
    - aging method: unknown
    - creation date: october 10th, 2015
    ALLIANCE: Anti-BloodClan
    - former alliances: none
    RANK: Warrior (Normal Rank)
    - former ranks: none
    SPECIES: Domestic Cat
    - breed: american shorthair


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    FULL APPEARANCE: TEXT
    - eye color: yellow (#e3ce00)
    - pelt color: solid black
    - build: muscular
    - markings: none
    MUTATIONS: None
    - scars: none
    ACCESSORIES: None


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    FULL PERSONALITY: TEXT
    - quirks: when nervous (and stationary), he scratches at the ground below him with one paw.


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    RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
    - crushing on: no one
    - girlfriend: none
    [i]- married to: no one    [/i]
    SIBLINGS: Glenn and Lonelykit
    - half-siblings: soldierkit, bittersweetkit, luckykit, calypsopaw, lucifer, and dirtypaw
    - adoptive siblings: none
    MOTHER: Scartissue
    - adoptive mother: none
    FATHER: Bonafide
    - adoptive father: none
    OFFSPRING: None
    BEST FRIEND: TBA
    - other friends: none
    ARCHENEMY: None
    - other enemies: none[/fancypost]

  • IF I COULD ONLY JUST — avriel's biography

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    PLAYLIST & THEME SONG[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt]THEME SONG: TBA by TBA


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    #1: Work This Body by Walk the Moon
    #2: TEXT
    #3: TEXT
    #4: TEXT
    #5: TEXT[/fancypost]

  • IF I COULD ONLY JUST — avriel's biography

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    POWERS & BODIES[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt]GIVE/TAKE PAIN: X
    SHRINK/GROW: X
    ELEMENTAL PELT: X
    INVISIBILITY: X
    SCENT MANIPULATION: X
    SOUNDWAVE/MOLECULE MANIPULATION: X
    MEMORY MANIPULATION: X
    PROJECT/MANIPULATE EMOTIONS: X
    TELEPATHY: X
    SUPER SPEED: X
    TELEPORTATION: X
    SUPER SENSES: X
    X-RAY VISION: X
    HEAT VISION: X
    SUPER STRENGTH: X
    SUPER ELASTICITY: X
    MULTIPLE POSSESSIONS/SHAPESHIFTING: X
    THE SIGHT: X
    GHOSTMODE: X
    TIME CONTROL: X


    FREE POWERS: None


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    BODY LIST: Domestic Cat[/fancypost]

  • IF I COULD ONLY JUST — avriel's biography

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    MISCELLANEOUS OOC MATTERS[/fancypost]
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    Display Spoiler


    AWARDS: None
    GOALS: Become at least the deputy of Anti-BloodClan and become well-known. Be very well-developed by then!
    CHARACTER INSPIRATION: I was inspired by one of my old characters named Enre, but he evolved from there before he was actually shown out in the roleplay world![/fancypost]

  • IF I COULD ONLY JUST — avriel's biography

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    OTHER IMPORTANT LINKS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt]Diary, heartchart, plotting, and opinion threads will be linked here![/fancypost]

  • thinking of the old times ( open ; meet and greet ) thinking of you

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#92504e; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px][fancypost bgcolor=#e6e6e6; border: 2px solid #d8d8d8; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; width: 450px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-bottom: 2px solid #d8d8d8; width: 450px; height: 75px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 75px; background: url(http://oi61.tinypic.com/s5vd03.jpg); margin-bottom: 10px][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 450px; height: 50px; padding: 0px; font-family: garamond; color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 35px; line-height: 45px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 2px]AVRIEL
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 450px; height: 0px; padding: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 13px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: -11px]for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 450px; height: 2px; padding: 0px;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 138px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #1c1c1c]
    One moment, you were sitting peacefully, talking aloud to the feminine voice in your head that was named Brooklyn. Next moment? You were jerked back to reality by a larger-than-life voice emanating from what seemed like nowhere. Nowhere nearby, anyway, though he could certainly hear it as if there was someone right next to him yelling at the top of their lungs. Heh. Heh. Heh. Hoooo. Not a nice way to get called back to real life, reality. Not a nice way at all. "Oi yourself!" he called back, getting to his paws to find the source of the voice.


    He didn't have to go far. The solid-colored tom quickly found the other, plopping down next to him. "Hey, you new here? Welcome to Anti-BloodClan, more popularly known as ABC," he began. "Mind if I call you Oister? Great, thanks." He grinned cheekily. "Name's Avriel. Nice to you meet you!"
    [/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#d8d8d8; border: none; width: 454px; height: 15px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; text-align: center; color: #1c1c1c]template by[color=#6e6e6e] #punki-chan[/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • you can't break (open, birthing) an american heart

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black; font-family: candara; font-size: 18pt; color: papayawhip]PLAIDKIT[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-top: -9px; font-family: candara; color: white]kit of stormclan — male — munchkin[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 475px; margin-top: -10px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt][hr]A real, live consciousness wouldn't really arrive until Plaidkit was a bit older — a few moons older, to be exact. Until then, he would be like every other kitten in the world. Well, maybe a little more wiggly and loud, but that was to be expected. The black munchkin let out a stereotypical mew and squirmed to his paws, tottering unsteadily on his newfound limbs. He was cold. That was the first comprehensible thought that rang through his head. And hungry. Very hungry. The youngster could sense which direction his mother was, and attempted to come closer to her, only succeeding in tripping over his own small legs and falling face-first into the soil.


    Letting out a short wail, he swung his currently blind and deaf head around and got back to his paws, already ready for attempt number two to get somewhere.[/fancypost]

  • daddy isn't here to || meet + greet || hold your hand anymore

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 430px; text-size: 10pt; font-family: gisha;][size=20pt]ROYALKIT ![/size]
    "I HEAR YOU HAVE A PROBLEM..."[hr][hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -5px]The rather abrupt nature of his clanmates' arrival jerked him out of his silent thought process, and he turned to face the three that had shown up. Royalkit blinked, surveying the three of them in his almost mute manner. His flicked an ear before managing to find the appropriate words to respond. Was this how things worked around BoneClan? People just came up to you at what seemed to be random times? This intrigued him; maybe he would try to find out why at some point.


    [b]"Royalkit," he returned, eyes flicked back and forth between all of them. One word was a sufficient response, he thought. But he would go ahead and attempt to remember the names of the trio — Adaline, Emizel, and Kaijū. Very strange names indeed, though he wouldn't be the one to know what was strange and what wasn't. Sadly, he hadn't lived long enough yet to be able to decipher that with accuracy.[/fancypost]
    [size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]


    [color=transparent] #royalhollow

  • I DO WHAT I WANT — open, body change

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    "ALWAYS ON MY GUARD"[hr][hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 370px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -5px]Jack seemed to be spending more and more time here in BlizzardClan than in her first-chosen clan, BloodClan, but it was also easier for her to connect to people here. It was a pleasant change to be greeted with a majority of smiles rather than neutral expressions and hooded eyes. Maybe, at some point, she would officially change her clan, but for now she would settle for something that resembled a dual-alliance. It hadn't caused any complications so far as she could see, at least.


    But the lioness was getting boring. After a quick look-see about the place, she found a muscle-bound bay mare that fit her standards. It had taken less than a heartbeat for the transfer of her consciousness to happen, and she was satisfied with the change. Setting off at a trot along the borders of BlizzardClan, she set her sights on testing out this new body before officially sticking with it.[/fancypost]
    [color=gray][size=6pt]☪ Endeavor[/size]

  • NEVER EVER GIVIN' UP MY PRIDE || open, joining

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    SCATTERSHIELD ✵
    i was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]The spotted brown tabby domestic had smelled the scent markers quite a bit ago, and had crossed them after some hesitant thinking. It looked like a nice enough place, with a lush green forest and the ripe scent of prey apparent on the soft wind. The young tom needed a place to stay, to make his way in the world, and this was as good as any. It wasn't terribly far from his family's nest, and the plant life promised a comfortable living environment. He hadn't seen the camp yet, but he was sure it wasn't too shabby of a place.


    Finally entering an open glade, Scattershield settled down into a sitting position to wait for someone to come by. He drew a paw over his ear, deciding that grooming himself was as good of activity as any to pass the time.[/fancypost]

  • NEVER EVER GIVIN' UP MY PRIDE || open, joining

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    SCATTERSHIELD✵
    i was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]Scattershield stopped grooming himself, withdrawing his paw and placing it on the ground by the other one. He raised his head warily, not quite sure how to go about this. He wanted to join, it was that simple. Was there something specific he was supposed to say? This was one thing his parents hadn't taught him. He'd just have to figure it out on his own. The two people greeting him weren't attacking him - that was a good start - but the mixed reaction his presence earned was confusing.


    "I'm Scattershield." He addressed the serval first. "Not from around here, no." He tried a smile in her direction, feeling uncomfortable now. He then turned to the wolf. "Should I have? Sorry, I'm not all too sure of how these clans work. I'm, uh, looking for a place to stay. If you want me to go, I can..." he trailed off uncertainly. "I don't mean any harm."[/fancypost]

  • NEVER EVER GIVIN' UP MY PRIDE || open, joining

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    SCATTERSHIELD ✵
    i was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
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    [/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt]The only females he had ever been around in his entire life were his mother and his late sister. But Scattershield wasn't about to say that out loud, of course. That would likely just make everything worse. "Join? Yeah, suppose that's the word for it." Seriously, what was with the whole 'babe' thing? It was weird and disconcerting. Was that the purpose? "Guess I trespassed, then. You don't have to kill me, do you? That doesn't sound like too pleasant of an experience," he said meekly. Maybe he'd be better off just respecting her boundaries. Her laugh was nice, though. It calmed him a little bit.[/fancypost]