Posts by OSRIC R. G.

track on sub! sorry for the wait! this form is pretty rough, but there you go!
will he take metta's last name(s)?

name: osric.
nickname(s): ozzy, oz, rick, ricky.
gender: male.
gender identity: male.
age: six months.
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birthplace: tba.
future place of residence: sunclan or windclan.
current rank: pup.
wanted future rank: medic, second in command or leader.
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personality traits: hippie, tree-hugger, understanding, perceptive, friendly, charismatic, vegetarian, sometimes timid.
day or night?: day.
hot or cold?: hot.
glass half full or half empty?: half empty.
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breed: welsh corgi.
abnormalities: deep red eyes.
body modifications: septum piercing, left eyebrow piercing.
accessories: black beanie, round sunglasses, several beaded bracelets and necklaces, thin black septum ring, gold cuff eyebrow piercing.
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relationship status: single.
boyfriend/girlfriend: none.
spouse: none.
sexuality: pansexal, homoromantic.
love interest: no one atm.
past lovers/love interests: n/a.
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powers: all free powers, thick pink blood, flower prints, conjuration, telepathy, mutation; digestive adaptation, more to be added.

thank you!!

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♥ toting his red tye-dye knapsack across his back, the young welsh corgi would peer through his tinted round shades at the unfamiliar landscape before him. rolling hills, mountains, a somber looking little village... it was nothing if not serendipitous.
his mother had sent him to this place, but the hippie couldn't complain much. after all, he just saw it as another exciting adventure, full of opportunity and potential. he'd actually anticipated his leaving of the nest, so to speak, and for being so young, he was pretty mature about it all. he was finally on his own.
unfortunately, the tall grasses of the foothills were much taller than he was, and no matter how much he would bound forward seeking an exit, it was almost neverending.
osric could scent a territory border, and immediately halted himself, stubby legs practically screaming in protest from the endurance run. tongue lolling from his mouth, he sat on his haunches, tipping his shades with a paw so blood red optics could scan the prominent area to the best of his ability.
he smelled strongly of incense and sweet cannibis leaves, and on his long-haired chest fur were a few random braids. a black beanie hung low on his head, a few flowers peeking out on the crown of his forehead. calmly, stoicly, ozzy would lift his snout to the air to utter, " hey, name's osric. here to join up with boneclan. "

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♥ he would whisper a quaint little "far out." as the tigress would approach him. her size was bewildering, of course, but ozzy didn't show for that except for the fact that he removed his sunglasses from his fave completely, hooking them in the inner hem of his knapsack. after all, tauriel's head blocked the sun from being in his face, and it was only polite to take them off whilst speaking to someone of her status, anyway.
" tauriel, cool. questions and concerns? well, i could sure use a good tour. can't see nothin' over these plants, yaknow? will i have my separate room? that'd be sick. i have a bunch of trinkets and things in my bag, and i'd appreciate someplace to keep em, ma'am. " the manner in which he spoke was.. diverse, if anything else. sometimes it made him a little worried that he could come off as strange or something to people who didn't know him at all, but again, he hardly showed any obvious anxiety. it was just his way.

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♥ track on sub, sorry this took so long!
+ is it alright if ozzy is six moons or is that too old?

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♥ ozzy is open for just about anything, except for serious injury/death and r.ping of any kind
so have at it!!

some info on him:
his parents are letha radium-grammaticus and mettaton ex, well known throughout windclan. he's adorable, understanding, chill, and overall just a great guy. he tends to be a little naive and overtrusting of others at times, which can be his downfall, but he never seems to be angry or otherwise ocerly emotional. he enjoys all aspects of nature, crafting things like beaded necklaces and bracelets, lighting incense, and smoking pot occasionally. just a typical hippie i suppose? <3
he loves basically everyone. just saying.

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♥ sure!! who makes?

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♥ it's pretty late here (not sure if we're in the same time zone lmao) and i'm going to bed, but if you would rather have the thread up tonight instead of tomorrow morning, could you make? if not i got it tomorrow morning c:

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♥ what strange people. of course, who was osric to be judging others? he'd seen witches and gypsies alike in the short time he'd lived, and he could rest assured knowing that the people here were actually quite normal, from what he'd heard and seen of them.
the only one who really stood out to him was the little kit who appeared to be carrying around swords. he didn't.. seem to actually be a kit, either. it was a strange epiphany for even osric to explain, but his initial thought was to just brush the idea off and carry on, the same tepid smile on his maw.
" hey. oh, and hey. " he replied, both to estella and the kit who hadn't stated his name. then he thought for a second, nonexistent brows knotting together. he would then grin, offering a little chuckle as he turned estella's way to muse, " estella comes from the french word "stella". means star in french. freaky, huh?"
now, ozzy wasn't going to say this aloud, but somehow he thought the name really fit her. she was pretty, in her own respects. he'd never seen a tiger of her colors before.

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♥ salvatore : sounds like a plan lmao, who makes?

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♥ i have ozzy here! maybe the two of them can become friends? he might also possibly develop a slight crush on him ouo
he's basically a sweetheart hippie dude who would totally be down for having a ghost friend
he lives in boneclan, so maybe once they develop the friendship he can bring him there?

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♥ friends/close friends with ozzy?
he's a welsh corgi pup, a sweet, peaceful lil hippie who's just livin life
they seem to have similar morals, so that could be a factor?
he might develop a crush on him, but its up to you if you'd want to pursue that romance or whatnot

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♥ ah that's okay! thank you!!

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(so well written oml)

♥ and, as fate would have it, a certain pup had been doing some psychological wanderings of his own, only it had led him to a tiny kit cradled by the branches of an oak tree. the day was young yet, the sun barely being able to peek over the barren or sparse trees, but osric found himself heading out to who even knows where, hungry for the thrill of trekking through nature, just enjoying each passing moment as a fleeting sliver in time, nothing more.
the corgi, donned in various wildflowers and hanging mosses that he'd picked up on his way, would peek up into the tree at said kit through tinted lenses, offering a calming smile to the yoynger child. " hey up there, little sister. what's got you up in that tree? " he would call, tipping his sunglasses so he could look at her closely. " you've got some pleasant vibes, kiddo. "

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♥ i can make!
though i'm not too sure about how exactly they should meet :0
do you have any ideas?

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♥ sounds like a plan!! okay i'll have it up in a bit!

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♥ " looks to me like you're caught up in the ebb and flow of nature, sister. isn't it so rejuvinating? listen close, and you can hear the wind whispering to the trees that winter's on her way. " ozzy would say, closing his eyes gleefully and taking a deep breath, the smile never leaving his face. he then sat on his haunches, opening scarlet oculars and calling back up to the child, " what's your name? mine's osric, but ozzy's just fine. " he took a moment to add, " if i had the wings of a bird i'd fly right on up to you, sister, but mine are the wings of spirit, free and true. i can fly, in my heart and soul. you dig? " to many, nothing he said made much sense, but he really did have a poetic mind.

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♥ sure, i'll make in a bit!

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♥ sure!! i'll make it in a bit!

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♥ okay, cool! who makes their thread?