Posts by JasperClaw

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]whoa what's this, doccy? (click<3)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]theKing: Aha, it's just a joke! Don't take it so seriously
theKing: And I think you just have to click your name and type your new name? I have no clue.
theKing: Aah, is there any way how to turn down the volume for the notifications?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]theKing: @Gaydog Uh... why are you screaming internally? Is there something wrong? I don't get you guys ;n;
theKing: @Wingdin Ah, I see, thanks! I'll adjust it now
theKing: GODDAMMIT
theKing: Moving the thing upwards was nOT the best thing to do fuck.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]Often times, I get carried away with my music. I tend to tune everyone else out and I get so caught up in the moment of music making, I'd be completely oblivious to those who approach me; much like what was happening now. I was unaware of a girl approaching me, her curiosity having been piqued from the sound of me plucking the strings of my guitar. Only when she did speak, I was almost startled out of my dreamlike trance.

I lifted my head, hazel eyes fixing themselves onto her face. I... didn't know what to say. I had paused, my fingers stretching to pluck the next few strings but they never reached. They were frozen like me. Rigid. Slowly, a sheepish smile traversed my angular features. "A-Ah... hello." I greeted in my baritone voice, lifting my hand to run my long fingers through my red hair. I was never really all good with having conversations with others so what would think would happen whenever it came to talking to girls? I got nervous, I just clammed up. My cheeks were dusting with a light pink. "Oh, did I interrupt you or something? I'm terribly sorry if I did." Without missing a beat, I had begun to apologize profusely. Ugh.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]For some reason, this place seemed vaguely familiar and I was positive that I had never been here before. Perhaps it was the layout of the territory? It looked somewhat familiar to my own. No, that couldn't be it. There was another reason why this place, out of everything, was familiar to me. There was this stirring in my chest, and this feeling in my gut. I was confused but I wanted to see why I was led here.

I stepped over the border without much care and sauntered forward with a slight frown upon my face. I tried to hold myself strong, walking with poise. I was injured, yes, but I wouldn't let anyone see that I was in pain. Hunting down Akuma - a different Akuma, mind you - was at the top of my priorities right now. I could not let such a dangerous demon roam freely. I realize now that banishing him from my kingdom was one of the worst decisions I had ever made along with falsely accusing my son of treason. My large, rounded ears swiveled forward and my gradient gaze, incarnadine to a pastel yellow, flickered about my surroundings.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]here's the mastermind + vercingetorix thread!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]perhaps a thread w/ vercing and they could possibly become friends? if powder's persistent enough, he can get that really sweet side of vercingetorix out

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]i can make it as soon as I get back on my laptop!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia][ PART TWO ]

Jack had, at one point, lived a normal life. There was nothing more he could wish for other than that he and his family remained together and free from the daily troubles in life. Unfortunately, that wish couldn’t be granted. When Jack was only three months old, happy as a kitten should be, his mother had up and left his father for reasons beyond his comprehension. His little sister, Nimda, went with her. He was too small, too delicate, too young to understand what had happened between his mother and father. He… didn’t understand. His father turned into a monster exactly three weeks later, becoming an emotional wreck and going off to drink with his friends often and once he came back, Jack was often a victim of domestic abuse.

He took it all in though, didn’t make a sound because he loved his father still and he was all he had left to cling onto. The father was aware of this as well.

Jack, one night, woke up to the sound of his father screaming in agony and rushed to his room. Upon opening the door, his innocence, whatever was left of it, was stripped away from him just like that. Icky, sticky crimson red spilled over his father’s pristine white sheets and a large dark figure loomed over him with an evil, twisted, psychotic smirk dancing upon its features. The thing looked like a man, your average man. Black hair, fair skin, athletic frame, but the weirdest thing about this man was his electric yellow eyes and, at that moment, Jack knew that this thing was a demon. How did he know that such a thing existed? He found a book, filled to the brim with messy notes scribbled into them. He read them the best he could, looked at the pictures, and… became fearful.

The demon smiled at him. "So you’re him?" He questioned as he stepped away from the bed, walking around it and sauntered at a leisure pace towards the boy who was transfixed in his position in the doorway. His eyes, an odd color of violet, widened as the demon leaned forward and caressed his cheek to which he flinched backwards since its hand was so cold. "Jack… It has been a long time since I’ve seen you. Your father never talked about me, has he? My, my… he’s a little forgetful sometimes, isn’t he?" The demon stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. "My name is Akuma, and I’ve been tasked to protect you."

Protect?

Little did Jack know that this demon, Akuma, will be the source of his problems as he matured. He, as a child, foolishly agreed to Akuma’s little proposal with a small nod of his head. "Why did you hurt father?" Jack asked. "He was a bad man." The demon lied. "He was… bad? Why is he not waking up?" The demon only smiled, tipping its head mechanically to the side. "He won’t be waking up for a long, long time." Akuma murmured in reply and soon after saying this, the demon seemingly dissipated as if he was made out of vapor.

Now, let’s fast forward to when Jack was in his early teens. He was two years old, young, handsome, full of ambition. Akuma had not appeared much in his childhood but he took care of him, fed him, raised him and taught him many, many things. Taught him to be skeptical and untrusting of everyone, to put up a false front and remain merciless to his opponents. Taught him how to defend himself against other demons as well as ghouls, ghosts, shapeshifters, body snatchers and other abominations that were out there. Taught him how to be clever and deceiving, how to lie to everyone and fabricate friendships. But… soon he met some pretty special people.

They all taught him something more, and something much better than the way he was then. Love, companionship, thoughtfulness, charisma. His… adoptive father didn’t like that very much, however. Akuma took to desperate measures, wanting Jack to become a "demon" like him. He possessed him, seized control of his body and brutally killed all of his friends. One was forced into killing himself. Another was pushed in front of a speeding truck. The final friend was simply strangled to death. And, the whole time, Jack was a prisoner in his own mind watching helplessly as Akuma killed off his friends one by one.

I can’t take this! I can’t, I won’t! Akuma!

You’ve made a wrong choice, Jack. These humans, these poignant mortals will spoil your mind rotten and you would have become as soft and as idiotic as they are. This was the right choice; you pushed me to do this. This is your punishment.

I—

Akuma released him, Jack was pushed back into reality forcefully and immediately he crumpled onto the ground whilst screaming and shouting obscurities at seemingly no-one. Though, they were more or so aimed at Akuma whom had made his life a living hell. "I—I’m so pathetic. I don’t deserve it… I don’t deserve to live anymore."

Do it then. You’ll regret that, too, Jack. The voice taunted.

Over and over again, repeatedly stabbing into his chest with his own dagger. Nothing worked. He bled, but he wouldn’t die. His blood was no longer red, instead, it was an bright fuchsia. "What?"

You have always been a demon. You were destined for the throne, Prince Vercingetorix.

Prince? He was a prince?

Prince of the underworld. You are the devil’s first son, cast away by your brother’s jealousy into the overworld.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][sub]tracking the hell out of this for future reference

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]I snorted in amusement as I watched the unfortunate cat get poked in their eye with the tip of a paper plane. Had they seriously not been paying any attention? Well, he supposed anyone's guard would be down when they were in a relatively safe place like camp but all the more to remain alert! My incarnadine luminaries shifted towards the guy that sat atop a rather thick branch, rounded ears flickering idly. I was feeling a little better, my wounds were healing and my bones were mending, so I steadily rose to my paws.

I approached the duo, blinking tiredly at the smaller medicine cat apprentice before tipping my head upwards to focus more on Damien. "Is this really what boredom has pushed you to?" I questioned, my lips carving upwards into a slight smirk as I lowered myself onto my haunches, short tail twitching behind me.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]tracking + using template eight for a biography, if you don't mind! these are really good :^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]How long had it been since I had last stroked the cool keys of a piano? It’s been long, I reckon. Too long. I never had the time to express myself through this instrument as much as I would have liked to due to some rather horrible circumstances which involved the Great War and what horrible things Akuma had put me through. I was always busy. Busy with politics, busy with war, busy with him, just busy. I never had time to myself anymore and now that I’m here, it’s like a huge load had been lifted off of my shoulders. There was still an impending threat, that of Akuma wreaking havoc and chaos across this world, but at least I had a little time to play the piano while I pondered over my thoughts.

I had found the instrument deep in the swamp in a little house that had broken down some time ago. The house itself was old, but it seemed like the piano was in perfect condition. How it had managed to stay as such? It was beyond me, but I was thankful. It was night, the moon was sitting upon its perch and staring down upon me, bathing me and the piano in its chalky moonlight. I approached it, gaze filled with awe and wonderment and settled just before the keys. I tentatively lifted a paw, pressing a key and, in less than a second, a wondrous sound came afterwards. My ears fluttered, my golden earrings clanking against each other as they did so. I felt myself shudder and a small smile caressed my lips. I shifted and turned, searching for a chair or something I can sit on in order to play this piano.

There, in the corner, was a bench. Swiftly, I dragged it over and I hopped onto it after brushing off the debris that had fallen onto it. I settled, comfortably and placed my paws on the keys that I would start with. I didn’t know how I would be able to do this since instead of hands, I had paws. I suppose I’ll have to figure it out as I went along. Sucking in a breath, letting my shoulders relax, I began playing Heidenroslein. My paws moved back and forth, lightly tapping the keys and the enchanting song was what came out. I adopted a calm visage as I played through the night, paying no mind to my surroundings. I was fully concentrated on playing the piano.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]There isn’t much to the story here. It’s rather simple, actually. One was feeling one thing and the other was feeling another and soon, the two met and one of them walked away with a litter forming in their bellies afterwards.

RULES + REGULATIONS

[li]Half of the litter will go to the Rift while the other half will go to DarkClan.[/li]
[li]Keep these children ACTIVE or else Annie or I will rehome them.[/li]
[li]All Feral Front rules apply here.[/li]
[li]No baiting/guilt tripping[/li]
[li]Quality over quantity[/li]
[li]These guys will carry the Walker surname as well as the Grimes and Silvan surnames. The Bellator surname is optional.[/li]
[li]Rapists/kit-machines/serial murderers are allowed! Go wild![/li]

RELATIONS
Cain: [quote author=C. Grimes-Silvan. link=action=profile;u=266723 date=1456684894]
Cain is the daughter of Rick Grimes and Tauriel Silvan, making her somewhat HPR. Rick is a Lieutenant of War of The Exiles and Tauriel is the former leader of BoneClan. Cain's half-brother, Carl, is a paragon of The Exiles, and another one of her half-siblings, Jasper, is a Death Head of BoneClan. Finally, she has a half-sister, Estella, who is a Bandit of BoneClan.[/quote]

Kizami: He is the son of the infamous Admin Walker, former vice-leader of DarkClan and Zaniel Bellator, a major hpr. Kizami himself is a high position. He’s also related to a bunch of family trees, directly and indirectly. This includes the Mortem, Clouds, Cougareyes, Lycheekill, Wulfgang, Soler and many other family trees!

GENETICS
These children can inherit the ghoul/demon gene, however you must have the needed mutations for your child to be a ghoul. Also, these babs are going to be cheetahs!

FORM + CLOSING DATE
Free for all! And the choosing date will depend on the amount of applications we get.

SLOTS
Note; slot numbers may vary.
1. name – gender – clan – roleplayer
2. name – gender – clan – roleplayer
3. name – gender – clan – roleplayer
4. name – gender – clan – roleplayer

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]There isn’t much to the story here. It’s rather simple, actually. One was feeling one thing and the other was feeling another and soon, the two met and one of them walked away with a litter forming in their bellies afterwards.

RULES + REGULATIONS

[li]Half of the litter will go to KoWS or Taskforce X while the other half will go to DarkClan.[/li]
[li]Keep these children ACTIVE or else Michael or I will rehome them.[/li]
[li]All Feral Front rules apply here.[/li]
[li]No baiting/guilt tripping[/li]
[li]Quality over quantity[/li]
[li]These guys will carry the Walker surname as well as the Jones surnames. The Bellator surname is optional.[/li]
[li]Rapists/kit-machines/serial murderers are allowed! Go wild![/li]

RELATIONS
Michael: Michael is first Gen with NPC parents and he is also the Family Head/Creator of the Jones Family. He is an ex-Cannonner of the Skulls(hp), ex-security guard of the horde(hp), and ex-shadow of the taskforce x(shp). He is also the current councilman of entertainment for the Kingdom of White Sands(hp), and a Nightstalker of the Taskforce X(hp)

Kizami: He is the son of the infamous Admin Walker, former vice-leader of DarkClan and Zaniel Bellator, a major hpr. Kizami himself is a high position. He’s also related to a bunch of family trees, directly and indirectly. This includes the Mortem, Clouds, Cougareyes, Lycheekill, Wulfgang, Soler and many other family trees! He is the head of the Walker family.

GENETICS
These children can inherit the ghoul/demon gene, however you must have the needed mutations for your child to be a ghoul. Any free forms are allowed but, for look-a-likes, Michael is a Bengal tiger and Kizami is an Timber wolf.

FORM + CLOSING DATE
Free for all! And the choosing date will depend on the amount of applications we get.

SLOTS
Note; slot numbers may vary.
1. name – gender – clan – roleplayer
2. name – gender – clan – roleplayer
3. name – gender – clan – roleplayer
4. name – gender – clan – roleplayer

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]( bumping! )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]"That's a nice sound you got there, dad."

I paused in my music making, my paw hovering just above the next key. The small voice that reached my ears caused me to turn and glance over my shoulder, my magenta luminaries fixing themselves upon the small figure that was Butterflykit. I blinked, my fictive eyebrows pulling together as I inclined my head to the side. I was puzzled. Had this child just called me Dad? There were only two children who can call me that, Masaki and Dai, who were now away with their mother. "Huh?" I muttered, my rounded ears flickering and the golden earrings that were in my ears clanked against each other. The child calling me dad had definitely left me in a confused state but I decided that he might have been mistaken. I put it past me, my tail twitching.

"...Thank you." I had yet to see the other figure that had approached me, but I definitely sensed her presence. I cast a glance in her direction, acknowledging her before directing my attention back towards the child.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]"Ah... hello?"

I stood tall at the border, my incarnadine luminaries staring forth into the territory of WindClan. The place was familiar to me, I didn't know why but this place. This smell. The feeling of the grass in between my paws. It all felt somewhat familiar. I was confused, obviously, but that feeling in my gut had gone away finally, just as I stepped up to this invisible line that meant the end of the feral lands and the beginning of this somewhat familiar territory.

I wasn't sure if this was where I was meant to go, but here I was, just standing here. My tattered velvet cape draped across my shoulders, the silver chain and pin securely fitted around my neck and kept it in place. I looked a little scruffy, probably because I was tired and the weather conditions hadn't been nice to me. I still looked generally well, however.

"I'm... Vercingetorix Silviance. Here to... join, I suppose."

My name slipped past my lips and I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I sunk onto the ground, ears falling back against my cranium, the clanging of my golden earrings breaking whatever silence had ensured after I uttered my own name. Now, all I had to do was wait, right? Yes, while I did this, various thoughts began to resurface and my gaze had lowered themselves onto the ground.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]yeah, i just brought back vercingetorix as i felt like his current plot wasn't going anywhere and plus i was hella procrastinating. so, would anyone like a thread with him?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;][font=georgia]There was that word again. "Daddy?" My gaze turned upon the child as she stood before me, wide silver eyes staring up at me. They looked hopeful. What was up with all of these children calling me "daddy?" First, was the one in ThunderClan calling me "dad" and now, this little girl was too. It made no sense, but I had to accept it. I apparently had children. "...Hey, sweety." The words were awkwardly placed upon my tongue and as I said them, I mentally cringed. I felt bad somewhat that I didn't know who this girl was yet, here I was, calling her "sweety."