[size=7pt]Hello there friend! Your plot here sounds quite lovely. I have a few simple questions before I decide whether or not I would like to role-play with you. Must my character be human or a supernatural creature? If it can be supernatural, can it be a creature of my own design or must it be from mythological origin? And if their actual appearance has mutations or is beastly in any way shape or form, must they have a way to hide it[the answer to this is likely pretty obvious, but I've dealt with a lot of role-plays where beings with small mutations are accepted among society]?[/size]
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[size=7pt]It's fine dear, I just wanted to be sure so that I wouldn't jump in with a character that didn't fit the bill. Also, I would have likely made the character so that they had a way to hide their true appearance anyway as the character I had in mind is very beastly. I already do have a character in mind so I will place him below. The forum might be a bit lengthy but I wanted to be sure to cover all the necessary aspects. The url labeled 'opened' might be a bit on the frightening side. Lastly, if there is anything wrong with the forum, please tell me.[/size]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-top: 0px; width: 310px; color: white; font-size: 7pt;][align=center]Damien Lark William | male | eighteen[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Damien stands at 8'11" [height reference] and weighs in at 380 lbs, which can be considered rather thin for his height. His skin is jet black and is leathery - if not somewhat scaly in places - to the touch. His arms seem too long for his body, finger tips reaching just above his kneecaps. His fingers are abnormally long in comparison to his hands; and end in sharp, black, exposed bone. He has a mohawk that is considerably long and curly. His hair has been dyed mostly a blue color, except for the base which has been dyed a bright green. His face appears rather mushed in, and obtains what appears to be only a nub for a nose. When his mouth is closed he looks like a decent being, but when opened he is not a pleasant sight. His jaws can open so wide that it would appear that he is dislocating his jaw, and his mouth stretches to his jaw bone. He can still be unsettling even when he simply smiles. He doesn't smile often, mostly because it both feels and looks awkward - almost as if his face muscles aren't adapt for it. When his lips part they reveal the same horrible sight as when he opens his mouth all the way; crooked, sharp and [sometimes] bloody teeth that only really cover the front areas of his mouth. His right eye has a purple iris with a lighter purple background [much like in the 'opened' image] whilst his left is a silvery color and its pupil is a light grey. A horrible scar runs diagonally from his left cheek, across his eye to above his left brow. It is tanish-pink in color and hints at the current state of his left eye. Whilst the vision in his right eye is 20/20, the left is only 10/20. Everything in the distance is blurry and if something approached from his left side it will likely be snapped or hissed at - maybe even punched depending on how quickly it appeared. Damien's false appearance varies greatly from his original. However, most would say that his human form has been 'destroyed' to some degree because of what he has done to it. The hair in this form has been shaved off and every inch of his skin has been tattooed - featuring mostly bone structures and flesh of the insides of humans. He claims he can do whatever he likes to the human form he has been given as it is not his true form. Considering the fact he holds a deep dislike for most of the humans he comes in contact with, this act of his could make sense for the most part. His eyes in this form are an icy blue in color.Concerning clothing he usually wears jeans and overly loose shirts. He's always carrying around two backpacks - a camouflage and a light brown one. He uses the camouflage for school work and the brown for other activities that he refuses to thoroughly describe to others. He keep logs and journals of encounters with creatures of both the normal and supernatural sort, as well as the entails of different dimensions he's been to and sophisticated beings he has come in contact with, along with a plethora of other things. He has a third backpack which is black in color, he keeps this one at home. It contains strange knickknacks he has picked up on his journeys as well as soul gems whose name clearly defines their purpose - the storage of souls. He will often carry a few in his pockets, usually the ones that contain human souls. He usually can be found wearing scarves, he obtains a variety of them and will wear a different one everyday. He doesn't like hats so you likely will never find him dead wearing one. He has headphones hidden within his scarf which he will pull out along with a smartphone to listen to music when he is bored. Around his wrist he wears a strange device that looks almost like what a watch would look like if it were invented in the stone age - except for the fact it's made entirely of metal, gears and other mechanics that power all the little gadgets it comes with. It covers the entirety of his left wrist and manages to reach down to just above the middle of his arm. It tells time, records his pulse and identifies nearby 'breaks in time' that could be used for travel between dimensions. Through the years he has jumped back and forth between this dimension and a variety of others.
This being does have night vision, but his left eye makes it a bit more difficult for him to see in the darkness. Despite his lanky appearance, he obtains incredible strength. He has enough power to lift a motorcycle and throw it a halfway decent distance - probably about five yards. Damien has poor posture, whether he is standing or sitting he is always slouched. He also has no table manners, he's sloppy when he eats and has the tendency to eat with his hands in almost all cases. One would think soup would be an exception, and it would be if it weren't for the fact he hates any kind of soup - whether or not he has actually tried it. He also won't touch fish and water. As a matter of fact, he is petrified of water for very good reason. The reason he hates water is the fact it burns his skin like acid. Damien is always hungry, he acts as if he has been through a famine and will snatch up any food item if given the opportunity. If one has chicken or anything spicy they might want to keep an extra eye on him. However, his favorite food is souls. He doesn't need them to survive but he will become extremely hungry fairly quickly if he doesn't eat enough of them. He can even turn savage if he hasn't eaten at least one soul in a month. He thinks of human souls as a delicacy, but human flesh is too fatty for consumption and tastes awful. That is, unless the flesh is coming from a younger member of the human species - fifteen or younger. Human souls give him other abilities, and depending on how many he has had as well as the strength of the soul depends on how long the powers last and how many other abilities he will get. The following are 'tables' to give you a pretty good idea of how it works:
simple souls - short/long distance teleportation
1-4 = one ability that lasts for a week or so
5-10 = one ability that lasts for a month or so
11-16 = stronger version of that ability that lasts for half a month
17+ = stronger version of that ability that lasts for two months or so
A stronger version of this ability allows him to teleport longer distances.powerful souls - previous ability + phasing through material objects
1-7 = two abilities that last for a week or so
8-13 = two abilities that last for a month or so
14-20 = stronger version of those two abilities that last for half a month
21+ = stronger version of those two abilities that last for two months or so
A stronger version of the second ability allows him to phase through thicker objects.complex souls - past two abilities + healing
1-15 = three abilities that last for a week or so
16-30 = three abilities that last for a month or so
31-45 = stronger version of those three abilities that last for half a month
46+ = stronger version of those three abilities that last for two months or so
A stronger version of the third ability allows him to heal more rapidly with larger wounds.
[three abilities is the most he can get]Damien is easily defined as brutally honest, reserved and prideful. Some might view him as a slightly mysterious sort. He often does not withhold his opinion and is very out-spoken. Many like to view him as a shady and off-putting figure, mostly because he doesn't join in conversation and sticks to the sidelines. He is often referred to as a 'wallflower.' Surprisingly enough, he takes responsibility for his actions whether they be right or wrong. He doesn't hold back and take the time and energy needed to complete a task with accuracy and patience unless it is something he really loves to do - such as his observation and study of dimensions which he takes great pride in. He doesn't make many assumptions, preferring instead to analyze his surroundings, check his facts and arrive at practical courses of action. He is a no-nonsense being, and when he has made a decision he will relay the facts necessary to achieve his goals, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action. He has little tolerance for indecisiveness and will lose patience even more quickly if his chosen course is challenged with impractical theories, especially if key details are ignored – if challenges becomes time-consuming debates, he can become noticeably angry as deadlines tick nearer.
When he says he is going to get something done, he does it, meeting his obligations no matter the personal cost, and he is baffled by people who don't hold their own word in the same respect. Combining laziness and dishonesty is the quickest way to get on his bad side. Consequently, he will often prefer to work alone, or at least have his authority clearly established by hierarchy, where he can set and achieve his goals without debate or worry over other's reliability. He has a sharp, fact-based mind, and he prefers autonomy and self-sufficiency to reliance on someone or something. Dependency on others is often seen by him as a weakness, and his passion for duty, dependability and impeccable personal integrity forbid falling into such a trap. This sense of personal integrity is core to Damien, and goes beyond his own mind – he adheres to established rules and guidelines regardless of the cost, reporting his own mistakes and telling the truth even when the consequences for doing so could be disastrous. To him, honesty is far more important than emotional considerations, and his blunt approach leaves others with the false impression that he is cold, or even robotic. He often struggles to express emotion or affection outwardly.
His dedication is an excellent quality, allowing him to accomplish much, but it is also a core weakness that less scrupulous individuals take advantage of. He seeks stability and security, considering it his duty to maintain a smooth operation, and he may find that others shift their responsibilities onto him, knowing that he will always take up the slack. He tends to keep his opinions to himself and lets the facts do the talking, but it can be a long time before observable evidence tells the whole story. On occasion, he can forget to take care of himself. His stubborn dedication to stability and efficiency can compromise those goals in the long term as others lean ever-harder on him.
He is not spontaneous. He is not talkative, or particularly playful in his affection. Him as a friend is loyal, trustworthy, honorable and dependable. Others may come and go with the ups and downs of life, but he will stay by his friends' sides no matter what, with a deepness of commitment that other people may not even believe is possible. He is a very methodical type, and this loyalty isn't given away lightly. Often slow to make friends, he usually ends up with a smaller circle, but he considers that circle to represent a promise to be there for the people he cares about, and his promises are not easily broken. Expressing emotional affection isn't one of his stronger skills, but he nevertheless finds ways to show it. As Socrates said, "To be is to do", and he follows-through, his willingness to take action as a show of support stands in for his words.[/size][/justify]
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Damien Lark William | male | eighteen[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Damien stands at 8'11" [height reference] and weighs in at 380 lbs, which can be considered rather thin for his height. His skin is jet black and is leathery - if not somewhat scaly in places - to the touch. His arms seem too long for his body, finger tips reaching just above his kneecaps. His fingers are abnormally long in comparison to his hands; and end in sharp, black, exposed bone. He has a mohawk that is considerably long and curly. His hair has been dyed mostly a blue color, except for the base which has been dyed a bright green. His face appears rather mushed in, and obtains what appears to be only a nub for a nose. When his mouth is closed he looks like a decent being, but when opened he is not a pleasant sight. His jaws can open so wide that it would appear that he is dislocating his jaw, and his mouth stretches to his jaw bone. He can still be unsettling even when he simply smiles. He doesn't smile often, mostly because it both feels and looks awkward - almost as if his face muscles aren't adapt for it. When his lips part they reveal the same horrible sight as when he opens his mouth all the way; crooked, sharp and [sometimes] bloody teeth that only really cover the front areas of his mouth. His right eye has a purple iris with a lighter purple background [much like in the 'opened' image] whilst his left is a silvery color and its pupil is a light grey. A horrible scar runs diagonally from his left cheek, across his eye to above his left brow. It is tanish-pink in color and hints at the current state of his left eye. Whilst the vision in his right eye is 20/20, the left is only 10/20. Everything in the distance is blurry and if something approached from his left side it will likely be snapped or hissed at - maybe even punched depending on how quickly it appeared. Damien's false appearance varies greatly from his original. However, most would say that his human form has been 'destroyed' to some degree because of what he has done to it. The hair in this form has been shaved off and every inch of his skin has been tattooed - featuring mostly bone structures and flesh of the insides of humans. He claims he can do whatever he likes to the human form he has been given as it is not his true form. Considering the fact he holds a deep dislike for most of the humans he comes in contact with, this act of his could make sense for the most part. His eyes in this form are an icy blue in color.Concerning clothing he usually wears jeans and overly loose shirts. He's always carrying around two backpacks - a camouflage and a light brown one. He uses the camouflage for school work and the brown for other activities that he refuses to thoroughly describe to others. He keep logs and journals of encounters with creatures of both the normal and supernatural sort, as well as the entails of different dimensions he's been to and sophisticated beings he has come in contact with, along with a plethora of other things. He has a third backpack which is black in color, he keeps this one at home. It contains strange knickknacks he has picked up on his journeys as well as soul gems whose name clearly defines their purpose - the storage of souls. He will often carry a few in his pockets, usually the ones that contain human souls. He usually can be found wearing scarves, he obtains a variety of them and will wear a different one everyday. He doesn't like hats so you likely will never find him dead wearing one. He has headphones hidden within his scarf which he will pull out along with a smartphone to listen to music when he is bored. Around his wrist he wears a strange device that looks almost like what a watch would look like if it were invented in the stone age - except for the fact it's made entirely of metal, gears and other mechanics that power all the little gadgets it comes with. It covers the entirety of his left wrist and manages to reach down to just above the middle of his arm. It tells time, records his pulse and identifies nearby 'breaks in time' that could be used for travel between dimensions. Through the years he has jumped back and forth between this dimension and a variety of others.
This being does have night vision, but his left eye makes it a bit more difficult for him to see in the darkness. Despite his lanky appearance, he obtains incredible strength. He has enough power to lift a motorcycle and throw it a halfway decent distance - probably about five yards. Damien has poor posture, whether he is standing or sitting he is always slouched. He also has no table manners, he's sloppy when he eats and has the tendency to eat with his hands in almost all cases. One would think soup would be an exception, and it would be if it weren't for the fact he hates any kind of soup - whether or not he has actually tried it. He also won't touch fish and water. As a matter of fact, he is petrified of water for very good reason. The reason he hates water is the fact it burns his skin like acid. Damien is always hungry, he acts as if he has been through a famine and will snatch up any food item if given the opportunity. If one has chicken or anything spicy they might want to keep an extra eye on him. However, his favorite food is souls. He doesn't need them to survive but he will become extremely hungry fairly quickly if he doesn't eat enough of them. He can even turn savage if he hasn't eaten at least one soul in a month. He thinks of human souls as a delicacy, but human flesh is too fatty for consumption and tastes awful. That is, unless the flesh is coming from a younger member of the human species - fifteen or younger. Human souls give him other abilities, and depending on how many he has had as well as the strength of the soul depends on how long the powers last and how many other abilities he will get. The following are 'tables' to give you a pretty good idea of how it works:
simple souls - short/long distance teleportation
1-4 = one ability that lasts for a week or so
5-10 = one ability that lasts for a month or so
11-16 = stronger version of that ability that lasts for half a month
17+ = stronger version of that ability that lasts for two months or so
A stronger version of this ability allows him to teleport longer distances.powerful souls - previous ability + phasing through material objects
1-7 = two abilities that last for a week or so
8-13 = two abilities that last for a month or so
14-20 = stronger version of those two abilities that last for half a month
21+ = stronger version of those two abilities that last for two months or so
A stronger version of the second ability allows him to phase through thicker objects.complex souls - past two abilities + healing
1-15 = three abilities that last for a week or so
16-30 = three abilities that last for a month or so
31-45 = stronger version of those three abilities that last for half a month
46+ = stronger version of those three abilities that last for two months or so
A stronger version of the third ability allows him to heal more rapidly with larger wounds.
[three abilities is the most he can get]Damien is easily defined as brutally honest, reserved and prideful. Some might view him as a slightly mysterious sort. He often does not withhold his opinion and is very out-spoken. Many like to view him as a shady and off-putting figure, mostly because he doesn't join in conversation and sticks to the sidelines. He is often referred to as a 'wallflower.' Surprisingly enough, he takes responsibility for his actions whether they be right or wrong. He doesn't hold back and take the time and energy needed to complete a task with accuracy and patience unless it is something he really loves to do - such as his observation and study of dimensions which he takes great pride in. He doesn't make many assumptions, preferring instead to analyze his surroundings, check his facts and arrive at practical courses of action. He is a no-nonsense being, and when he has made a decision he will relay the facts necessary to achieve his goals, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action. He has little tolerance for indecisiveness and will lose patience even more quickly if his chosen course is challenged with impractical theories, especially if key details are ignored – if challenges becomes time-consuming debates, he can become noticeably angry as deadlines tick nearer.
When he says he is going to get something done, he does it, meeting his obligations no matter the personal cost, and he is baffled by people who don't hold their own word in the same respect. Combining laziness and dishonesty is the quickest way to get on his bad side. Consequently, he will often prefer to work alone, or at least have his authority clearly established by hierarchy, where he can set and achieve his goals without debate or worry over other's reliability. He has a sharp, fact-based mind, and he prefers autonomy and self-sufficiency to reliance on someone or something. Dependency on others is often seen by him as a weakness, and his passion for duty, dependability and impeccable personal integrity forbid falling into such a trap. This sense of personal integrity is core to Damien, and goes beyond his own mind – he adheres to established rules and guidelines regardless of the cost, reporting his own mistakes and telling the truth even when the consequences for doing so could be disastrous. To him, honesty is far more important than emotional considerations, and his blunt approach leaves others with the false impression that he is cold, or even robotic. He often struggles to express emotion or affection outwardly.
His dedication is an excellent quality, allowing him to accomplish much, but it is also a core weakness that less scrupulous individuals take advantage of. He seeks stability and security, considering it his duty to maintain a smooth operation, and he may find that others shift their responsibilities onto him, knowing that he will always take up the slack. He tends to keep his opinions to himself and lets the facts do the talking, but it can be a long time before observable evidence tells the whole story. On occasion, he can forget to take care of himself. His stubborn dedication to stability and efficiency can compromise those goals in the long term as others lean ever-harder on him.
He is not spontaneous. He is not talkative, or particularly playful in his affection. Him as a friend is loyal, trustworthy, honorable and dependable. Others may come and go with the ups and downs of life, but he will stay by his friends' sides no matter what, with a deepness of commitment that other people may not even believe is possible. He is a very methodical type, and this loyalty isn't given away lightly. Often slow to make friends, he usually ends up with a smaller circle, but he considers that circle to represent a promise to be there for the people he cares about, and his promises are not easily broken. Expressing emotional affection isn't one of his stronger skills, but he nevertheless finds ways to show it. As Socrates said, "To be is to do", and he follows-through, his willingness to take action as a show of support stands in for his words.
history is a w.i.p.[/size][/justify]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-top: 0px; width: 310px; color: white; font-size: 7pt;][align=center]Elizabeth Janice Euphoria | female | sixteen[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Eli, as she likes to refer to herself, stands at a mere 5'8 and weighs only 126 pounds. Her skin is considerably pale and her jet black hair is cut short so that it hovers over her bony shoulders. Her eyes stand out as near black in color. She often wears flowers in her hair, jewelry and small dresses. She doesn't look nightmarish whatsoever, seemingly appearing as your everyday young lady. It would seem that the only reason she would stand out in a crowd is because of her way of dress, which has a striking resemblance to the much older days of England. However, there is one hidden fact that she holds that is even hidden from her pasta 'family.' She has the ability to transform into an abnormally large deer of considerable strength. This deer's fur is as black as her hair, stained partially from the mysterious white 'blood' leaking from spikes along her back. It has a face in which all the flesh seems to have rotten off. Long spikes burst forth from it's back and horns protrude from it's head. Bleached barbed-wire can be found around its neck where blood usually seeps. Red markings can be found above its white, empty eyes that appear devoid of life. Instead of regular deer teeth, it has sharp fangs. It stands quite a bit taller than the average man, and has well over the capability to take down a man. This creature is Eli's demon that she has yet to conquer; thus, this being often takes control whenever it wants. A thing to note about this girl is the fact she is completely colorblind, a simple fault in her genetic code that greatly alters her perspective.Eli has a probing nature and loves to get to the core of people, while revealing little about herself. She knows just what questions to ask and how to gather personal and sometimes top-secret information. Her boredom threshold is low, and she prefers to be raw and real. She is fascinated by what people conceal, probably because she has such a secret side herself. She is quiet and charming and has a lovely speaking voice that draws listeners to her. She will sometimes fail to guard well the secrets vouchsafed to her by other people, using them for manipulative purposes on occasion. She loves beautiful things and beautiful people, and finds it difficult to be careful and not end up a big-game hunter. She has the capacity to love deeply but she fears being broken in a relationship. Thus, she usually protects herself against this, either by always being the one to end things or playing hard to get. However, she often goes beyond the extreme to defend herself from relationships. She is so afraid of her attraction and love for beautiful people that she slaughters them. She has been accused of sometimes toying with people's emotions as she dips in and out of brief liaisons. She appears to have an irresistible quality about her that draws people to her who will defend her to the death. She is ruled by extreme emotions that she battles to control, but she manages to play it cool even when she feels totally out of control inside.
Her ruling planet is Pluto, who was the lord of the underworld, and this certainly poses a challenge for her. The planet Pluto is the darkest in the known universe because it is the furthest from the Sun. Perpetual darkness can be dispiriting and forces her to constantly question herself. This shadow land encourages her to look at any hidden motivation and to know her own dark side; she still has yet to embrace and accept her shadow side. Pluto is the only planet that has never been visited by a spacecraft; like her it is shrouded in mystery and its enigmatic spirit has never been sounded. Pluto's orbit is not straightforward - it rotates in the opposite direction from all the other planets - and she, too, has a tendency to go around the reverse way to reach her destination. She spends an awful lot of time being indirect and will lurch from inner crisis because of this.
Eli is deliciously attractive in an unconventional way, with huge personal power even though she comes across as very gentle. Her experience of life is very raw and alive; there's nothing superficial about her. Her lessons in life are to do with sexuality and endings; she still needs to master her tendency to tempestuous entanglements and learn that true freedom and fulfillment are the rewards of fidelity in love. Her magnetic allure could drive her lovers wild. She is dark and secretive, she can be moody and dissemble rather than reveal her true vulnerability. She feels that everyone is out to get her or not being upfront with her. She can be flirtatious, wild, and generally a very outrageous person indeed. She is ruled by fear and self-reproach and torn by internal conflict. She struggles to find balance. She likes to have a secret life that no one knows about except herself. She falters in creating space and being more open about her need for independence.
All in all; she is sultry, confident, and disarmingly charming. She is not obvious about anything but slink around becoming noticed despite not saying a word. The air of mystery and intrigue that surrounds her is compelling. She has a lot of secrets and never shares the real her, not even with her nearest and dearest. She doesn't trust easily, if at all, and always expects the worst, but she still believes that she can control life by being something of a magician.
history is a w.ip.[/size][/justify]
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I'd love to join this, but I've only seen a few episodes of the 'Gravity Falls' show.
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[size=7pt]My apologies for busting in here uninvited. I'm more in to supernatural(not the show) based plots [usually with the twist of some other plot within it] and I have two characters in store - one more developed than the last. awkwardly inserts their forums below. If they won't work then that's fine and I'll speedily move along.[/size]
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[size=6pt]I was thinking of a modern day[mostly because I have little, good knowledge of the days of 'way back when'] supernatural role-play with something else mixed in maybe, I'm not sure. If you have any ideas just hit me with them. Also, thank you for the compliment.[/size]
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[size=6pt]Thank you, before I jump in may I have a recap on what is currently going on?[/size]
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[size=7pt]Alright, thank you. I'm going to place the forums for two of my characters below - one has yet to have a forum. I will be posting in character shortly. I have a quick question, as Creepypasta is supposed to be involved in this, does that mean one can role-play as one of those characters or no?][/size]
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[size=6pt]Thank you, I'll be posting in character shortly.[/size]
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Damien Lark William | male | eighteen | human form[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Somewhere within the woods, an area of space began to ripple and contort in an odd manner. Without warning, a blinding white portal opened up and a black form emerged from it. The portal collapsed shut whilst the man pressed buttons and messed with the other gadgets upon his 'watch.' He finally looked up and allowed his gaze to trace over the surrounding landscape. There were nothing but trees and other forms of plant life to be found. A soft sigh escaped him as he lowered his arm and adjusted the strap of his brown backpack. He then began to stride through the forest, teleporting now and again which - if he were seen - could cause one to have the false assumption that he were flitting about the forest. He paused suddenly when he heard a vehicle somewhere nearby. He slowly walked towards the sound, quietly creeping through the trees and pausing at the edge just in time to see a young lady speedily heading towards an inn. His cringed at the thought of entering town, but he had planned to investigate this land thoroughly as it had given off many signals that indicated paranormal activity of some sort. He lifted his left arm to press a button on the device he wore, upon doing so his form shifted to his human one. He stepped out of the trees as soon as the bus had gone and proceeded to follow the girl's path into town, hardly sparing the nearby sign a glance.[/size][/justify]text
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-top: 0px; width: 310px; color: white; font-size: 7pt;][align=center]Elizabeth Janice Euphoria | female | sixteen[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]As the fog began to hug the landscape a scream escaped the woods, causing birds to swiftly dart up into the sky. The masculine scream was swiftly cut short before most could pinpoint its exact origin. In a small opening in the forest a deer-like beast lifted its head from its kill. Its head swayed one way and then another, the shadow of its form in the mist growing ever more imposing as its head lifted higher. The beast then turned its empty gaze to the dead man on the ground, his blood staining the grass along with the nearby tree that the creature had thrown him against earlier. Its tail flicked as its head lowered once more, pausing with the very end of its muzzle hovering over the man's face. The beast did not inhale as it did so as it was feeling for the heat of an exhale. The scarlet drops of the man's own blood were spattered over his face which had now lost nearly all color. In his life he was a charming soul that had hit it off well with Euphoria, which in her case wasn't a good thing. She agreed to let him walk her home, halfway there she had used her charm to lead him astray before a horrible transformation took place. Moments later the man was slaughtered in mere minutes. What a waste. The beast thought, having confirmed that he was dead, it was now time to dispose of the evidence. The creature tore into the body, practically inhaling his flesh in a matter of a single hour. All that was left were a few bones and a skull with a few strands of hair attached. It grabbed the mans skull before it turned and trotted ever deeper into the forest. It soon arrived upon a water source, a lake, and proceeded to throw the skull in. Evidence of the deer monster's crime was still written all over its chest fur and face.[/size][/justify]text
[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: none; font-style: none; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: -10px; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: white;]I WILL NOT SPEAK OF YOUR SIN[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-top: groove 3px white; width: 310px; color: white; font-size: 7pt;][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-top: 0px; width: 310px; color: white; font-size: 7pt;][align=center]Addilyn Diem Emerson | female | twenty[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Deep underground in an ancient temple was were Addilyn lied. Beforehand, she had merely been a human, riding in a bus full of smelly, unpleasant strangers. One of the men had been pestering her for an hour or so before she snapped, backslapping him which resulted in her being kicked off the bus. She was in the process of walking to a measly little town in an area referred to as 'Gravity Falls Oregon' or whatever. Her bitter mood had prevented her from seeing that she had taken a wrong turn onto a trail that no sane man would go on. She remembered it stunk badly halfway into the trail, no animals stirred or made noise, it was in the middle of the day but the trail was so thickly shrouded in fog that it might have well been the afternoon. She didn't remember at all what had happened to her or when it occurred, she last recalled muttering to herself about how bad the air smelled. When she first opened her eyes the first thoughts that surfaced in her head were 'where am I?' And 'how long have I been out?' Her body felt heavy and she couldn't feel the ground beneath her. She pulled her arms beneath her and pushed herself upward. She fell back on her legs, sand practically cascading off of her. Her black hair fell into her face as she looked down and then to the dark world that surrounded her. Everything was covered in sand and, judging by the looks of the room, no one had been here in ages. Some pillars had fallen all over each other whilst others still managed to stand strong against the weight of the world above. Other large pieces of the building were strewn across what appeared to be a truly massive hallway - it's width had to be at least the length of a football field. Holes of varying sizes dotted the ceiling, dim blue light filtering into the room. What appeared to be oddly sculpted, alien-like statues lined the sides of the hall, more of them sitting behind the first row. Parts of the statues were even being slowly buried on the floor. Far above, in what seemed to be a mile high ceiling, were what was left of the windows. Her breath was taken from her at the sight of the desolate place that embedded her with a sense of sorrow. The world around her also had a strong, off-putting air about it. Finally drawing her attention away from the room, she managed to successfully stand only to fall over herself when she attempted to walk. She coughed as sand invaded her mouth before she sat up once more, shifting her legs so that they were now in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of them, the bent in the manner of a horses rear legs and were covered in plates of bleached white steel. She had some sort of small, bird-like feet and blue lights shined from every crack found between the plates. Her arms were in a similar state, as well as the rest of her form. The shrill scream that left her echoed through the abandoned structure.[/size][/justify]text
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[justify][size=7pt]Hello there, user(s) reading this. The problem I am experiencing concerns feline role-play in this site - hence this thread's title. It seems to work in a rather complex way - more complex than other sites I've experienced. Personally, I have never role-played animals much in my life and I am attempting to learn feline role-play as it appears to be the main focus of this website here. However, there are many things that confuse me about it. For example, I see this list in a lot of people signatures: name | alliance | difficulty | parent x parent | no kill | request to maim or capture | power | power | multiple possessions/shapeshifting (roll over for bodies) | attack in lightsteelblue. What is with the 'request to main or capture,' 'attack in this color,' 'roll over for bodies,' 'multiple possessions/shapeshifting' and 'difficulty?' Does the possessions only apply to cats who can possess others? Or does it have to with getting possessed by something else? Does the 'no kill' have to do with killing other cats? Animals? Both? Do a users cat's parents have to be NPCs or from another user's or other users' cats? Or is it optional? I just don't get it. I'm probably making this overly complicated and overwhelming for the user reading this - and I'm probably annoying them with my questions - [sorry about that], but this sort of role-play is new territory for me and I don't want to jump in blindly.[/size][/justify]
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[justify][size=6pt]Thank you for replying. My apologies if I'm a bit slow on this. I understand most of it - except for the fact I don't know how
'bodies' work concerning the coding and all that. Out of curiosity, how is difficultly ranked and how are higher difficulties earned?
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[justify][size=6pt]Thank you all very much, my apologies for replying so late - holidays. I currently don't have any more questions, but if I do sometime in the near future I'll be happy to return here with them![/size][/justify]
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Damien Lark William | male | eighteen | human form[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Damien strode alongside the road; inhaling the fresh, clean air. The planet in the dimension he had been in previously had air of horrific quality - the wind carried the smell of gasoline and other pollutants. It was surprising anything there was managing to go on as it did. He blinked when he the roof of an inn began to appear over a hill. He checked to make sure he was still under the guise of a human before he continued forward. He soon arrived upon a pleasant looking in that had a bountiful amount of lively flora surrounding it. He had the idea he would definitely be looked on as an outsider here. He made his way upthe steps, opened the door and stepped in. The moment the door closed behind him he could already feel dozens of judgemental eyes upon him. As he crossed over to the main desk to request a room, he spotted her. His gaze locked on the raven-haired woman from a rather short distance. He hoped he wouldn't run into her a second time, but he was vying for revenge. He ripped his eyes away to discuss trivial matters with the desk lady, from which looked particularly frightened of him. He just had to bide his time and wait for the right moment.[/size][/justify]text
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; border-top: 0px; width: 310px; color: white; font-size: 7pt;][align=center]Elizabeth Janice Euphoria | female | sixteen[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt]Euphoria stepped into the water until it meet its knees. The beast was about to wallow into the murky water when it heard the sound of a distant bellow. Its head shot towards the direction of the source. The roar definitely sounded threatening. It stepped out of shallows of the lake, its head low amd swaying as its shoulders bunched up. The deer monster appeared to be a bull ready for a showdown. Its head reared back as it returned the bellow. Given the fact Euphoria was in beast form, she only took things with half the sense of humanity that she normally would. Thus, most of her actions were that of a beast and not her own. It then stood with ears perked, glancing one direction and then another as it awaited a reply.[too... short...][/size][/justify]
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 350px; height: 120px; font-family: georgia;][justify][size=6pt][yo! i'm going to be tracking this thread if you don't mind, darling. i'll just be using signatures. it's very gracious of you to create premade biographies and whatnot for users. c:]][/size][/justify]
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Salutations! I hope you don't mind if I use Winter Forest.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]