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    [align=center]hi guys
    you can call me rodie (or ro, i sympathize with you lazy types). i'm really terrible at introducing myself, so if you really want to get to know me then don't be afraid to hit me up !


    chances are we share at least one interest because i like a lot of things. i do love x-files and i also love the world of fallout (though i've only played 3 and 4). i'm totally open to participating in a fallout related roleplay, though i am a bit rusty.


    but yeah, can't wait to talk to some of you!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][size=20pt][shadow=black,left]renard belyea[/shadow][/size][/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px;][size=4][shadow=black,left]tact from me is like blood from a stone..[/shadow][/size][/fancypost]


    [spoiler=- - ★ - -][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-bottom: -13px; text-align: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]NAME: renard
    SURNAME(S): belyea
    NAME INSPIRATION: renard means 'fox' in french. he is of french heritage and capable of shapeshifting into a fox.
    NICKNAME(S): ren
    SEX: male
    GENDER: cis
    ORIENTATION: heterosexual
    ALLIANCE: bermuda
    RANK: artillery
    AGE: 23 in human form, around 3 years old in his fox form
    BELONGINGS: a large arsenal of weapons ranging from guns to knives
    POWERS: Shapeshifting and enhanced senses (smell, vision, hearing)
    AWARDS: n/a
    GENERATION: 1
    CHARACTER CREATION DATE: 8/26/16
    GOALS: to die honorably[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-bottom: -20px; text-align: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]FACECLAIM: asa butterfield
    SPECIES: fox
    BREED: blanford's fox
    SKIN/FUR/SCALE/FEATHER COLOR: grey-brown fur
    SCARS: his hands and forearms are covered with small scars, but nothing significant
    OTHER MARKINGS: a detailed blackwork tattoo envelops his neck and most of his chest in ink; will add example eventually
    BUILD: he's skinny, but well-muscled and lean
    EYE COLOR: blue
    DISABILITIES: he has a bit of a limp in his right leg caused by a neuromuscular imbalance, but it's mostly remedied by a brace he wears underneath his pants
    MUTATIONS: n/a
    ACCESSORIES: a holster is strapped around his leg which carries his beloved heirloom revolver, as well as a shiv strapped to the other leg. besides that he just has a black piece of cloth tied around his left arm.
    OTHER BODIES: n/a
    DOES THIS CHARACTER LOOK THEIR AGE?: no; slightly younger
    DOES THIS CHARACTER LIKE HOW THEY LOOK?: he's frequently mistaken as an 18 year old[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-bottom: -13px; text-align: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, undaunted by dangerous situations, keeps a cool head, fiercely loyal to the rare few he allows himself to love, hard worker, quick thinker
    NEUTRAL TRAITS: aloof, blunt at times, always has a desperate need for independence, dislikes working with others, sneaky and slick
    NEGATIVE TRAITS: sees himself as superior to others, dismisses others' opinions, oblivious to people's needs and feelings, incredibly stubborn, will lash out at or even physically attack someone when under a great deal of stress, tends to turn to alcohol frequently, lazy
    MBTI TYPE: istp
    ZODIAC SIGN: gemini
    LIKES: weapons, nature, adrenaline rushes, music, sleep
    DISLIKES: emotional outbursts, losing, being proven wrong, spiders, being in animal form
    STRENGTHS: stealth, quick takeouts, hand to hand combat, athleticism, always aware of his surroundings
    WEAKNESSES: prone to addiction, sometimes his leg acts up, lacks brute strength, teamwork doesn't come naturally, uncompromising, controlling
    PHOBIAS: spiders, heights, the ocean
    QUIRKS: nose twitch, unaware of when he sniffs around like a dog in human form
    DISORDERS: alcohol addiction
    BELIEFS: he never gives faith or belief any thought
    THE TRAIT YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERS THEIR BEST: bravery
    THE THREE WORDS THAT BEST SUMMARIZE YOUR CHARACTER: silent, skilled, unpredictable[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-bottom: -13px; text-align: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S FAVORITE...
    ...season?
    — winter
    ...color?
    — blue
    ...song?
    — kashmir by led zeppelin
    ...time of day?
    — evenings
    ...food?
    — any kind of meat
    ...flower?
    — laceleaf
    ...number?
    — doesn't have one
    ...month of the year?
    — december
    ...pastime?
    — tinkering
    ...possession?
    — his revolver[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; margin-bottom: -13px; text-align: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]HEAD OR HEART? head
    COFFEE OR TEA? coffee
    OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST? pessimist; though he prefers the term 'realist'
    ROCK MUSIC OR POP MUSIC? rock
    FICTION OR NON-FICTION? non-fiction
    SCIENCE OR FAITH? doesn't really care for either
    MONOGAMOUS OR POLYGAMOUS? monogamous
    INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT? introvert
    LOVER OR FIGHTER? fighter
    SHY OR OUTGOING? shy
    INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? outdoors
    SINGING OR DANCING? neither
    HUGGING OR KISSING? neither
    NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl
    READING OR WRITING? reading
    RAIN OR SUN? rain
    HOT OR COLD? cold
    CIRCLES OR SQUARES? squares
    NOISE OR SILENCE? noise
    PEACE OR CHAOS? chaos
    DIRTY OR CLEAN? dirty
    TRUTH OR DARE? dare
    LIGHT OR DARK? dark
    PHYSICAL STRENGTH OR MENTAL STRENGTH? mental strength
    LEADER OR FOLLOWER? neither[/fancypost]
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    What's your main goal in life?
    "i don't care where i end up in my life as long as i'm fighting for a tangible purpose. i want to be able to die with honor if nothing else."
    What's your general outlook on life?
    "life sucks. it's not just something with a few obstacles; it just sucks. life is about learning to play with the cards we've been dealt. even if someone's had a good upbringing, they're still going to suffer. if you haven't, just live a bit longer. thankfully we're terribly resilient."
    What do you think about when lying awake at night?
    "sleep."
    What do you think of those with mental illnesses?
    "they've been dealt a few of the crappy cards."
    What are your thoughts on religion and/or spirituality? Would you consider yourself either?
    "i don't really have an opinion on it. i've never felt the need to pursue any sort of religion."
    What event(s) in your past have helped make you who you are today?
    "my family needed someone to step up after we lost dad to krakencough. it doesn't matter i guess. they're all gone now."
    What would your motto be, if you had one?
    "c'est la vie. just like my dad would say."
    Would you like to ever have children?
    "maybe someday down the road."
    What is your fondest memory?
    "i can't really think of any right now."
    If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
    "i wish i didn't look like a little boy."
    If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?
    "i would want my family back, wouldn't mind a good amount of money i suppose, and i wish i could shapeshift into something cooler than a fox."
    Do you admit to your flaws?
    "yeah, i try."
    Do you think redemption is possible?
    "i certainly hope so."
    What do you look for most in a romantic relationship?
    "honesty and respect."
    Do you believe in ghosts?
    "no."
    What kind of music are you into? (If an animal, what kind of music would they be into?)
    "i love classic rock."
    Are you likely to speak up first in a conversation?
    "i prefer to observe. i never initiate conversation unless i have to."
    What do you think of those who disagree with you?
    "they have differing opinions. that's it."
    What do you think the worst thing a person can do is?
    "murder an innocent person."
    What would you do if you were cheated on in a romantic relationship?
    "leave them in the dirt."
    What do you find solace in?
    "alone time."
    Would you let another's opinion affect you?
    "no."
    Do you think love at first sight exists?
    "no."
    What is your deepest regret?
    "i wish i could have spent more time with my family before it was too late."
    What's the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?
    "i'm not sure."[/fancypost]
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    SONG: beekeeper
    ARTIST: keaton henson


    SONG: arsonist's lullaby
    ARTIST: hozier


    SONG: little pistol
    ARTIST: mother mother[/fancypost]



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    [align=center]the dark solace he stared into was interrupted by the warmth of a soft morning light upon his eyelids. all he saw now was pale yellow. he squeezed his eyes tighter in protest but alas; he was awake. renard sat up, exhaling deeply. morning breath wafted into the cold air of his room in the form of fog, eventually fading into nothing.


    he rubbed his bleary eyes with the bottom of his palms until his pupils were adjusted to the light. an ache lingered between his eyes, one that wouldn't go away no matter how many times he blinked and rubbed. several brown bottles lay next to his bedside. hangover. surprise, surprise.


    renard rolled out of bed and began his usual morning routine; wet his hand and ruffle it through his black hair a bit, pull on a yellowed muscle shirt, and fasten on his leg brace. then inspect his handiwork in the mirror. what he saw was bloodshot pale blue eyes, dark bags underneath them, and a mess of unkempt greasy hair. and with that, he was off.


    his footsteps had a certain recognizable rhythm as they echoed against the walls. even the brace he wore couldn't completely help his limp. he hated it. yet appreciated the humor in people expecting an old man to walk around the cormer, but instead seeing a 23 year old man who looked like a little boy.


    he entered the garden where the activity seemed to be, raking in his surroundings with a quick scan. though sarabi and trent were a distance away, his improved hearing could easily pick up on their bickering. but he of course tuned it out. offering a quick nod of greeting to jack, he took a seat upon some steps and observed.


    ren used to feel odd romping around in human form amongst a bunch of animals. but now he no longer cares due to the fact that his one other form is a cute little fox with big adorable ears. sure, it serves its purpose. it's especially handy for jobs that involve a great deal of sneakiness. but other than that he despised it. these thoughts left him with an expression that appeared to be a glare directed at no one. which wasn't entirely unusual of a thing for him.

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    [align=center]renard opened up his senses, his pupils dilating to an abnormal size as his vision honed in on a quick blur of white. he could hear the soft padding of paws from where he sat.


    ren blocked out these sensations just like that, as if he flipped a light switch. trent wasn't exactly close by; within shouting distance as a matter of fact. but as usual, he could pinpoint where anyone was at any given time. as long as they were at a reasonable distance of course.


    "trent."


    his voice was as flat as the sea, minus the depth. he then beckoned with a brusque twitch of the head.


    "what are you up to?" he droned, offering a tight lipped smile.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]renard didn't mind trent. he was aware of the mouthy cat's reputation and he has witnessed his fair share of trent's verbal lynchings. and he is, of course, of bastard blood. renard didn't look down on the bastards. from his worldview, they're individuals who were 'dealt a few crappy cards'. and he respects those who learn to play the game nonetheless. plus bluntness was always a trait he encouraged in others, even if it's abused a bit.


    "did i say you were doing anything wrong?" he said lightly, just having been a witness to trent and sarabi's little skirmish moments before. a moment passed as he thought about what to say next, staring past trent into the shade of the trees.


    "was that sarabi back there?" he asked. he already knew. but he was interested in the response he would get.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]surprise registered on his ordinarily expressionless face at the sight of a shifter in human form. he was visibly taken aback by her hostility, especially towards trent. sure, the guy could be a prick, but judging from the growing amount of tension prepared to snap like a stretched rubber band, he had rubbed her the wrong way a bit too much.


    "then it's nice to meet you, sarabi." no, he had never talked to her once in his life. but he had become familiar with something constantly lurking in the shadows. he frequently saw icy chips of blue slicing through the dark, remaining hidden from most. except for renard. he knows the names of most people he's had no contact with. on days where he has a lot of free time, he sits and allows his vision, hearing, and smell to wander, exploring the nooks and crannies of society. he has enough knowledge on the local gossip to write a novel.


    "my name's renard. i don't mind if you call me ren." [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    The same electric blue chips pierced Ren as she swiveled her head to glare at the boy. Her eye brows raised, as her stunning hair floating around her. "I'm most not pleased." Sarabi said icily. Her glare intensifying. "You tell the prick over there staring at nothing that I am here, so help me, I will return and...!" She left it hanging as she growled softly, showing her sharp canines. She shifted once more, her work done, and in her place stood a tiny kitten silver black tiger. Her eyes piercing the two males in front of her. She was not pleased, and it showed by her ruffled fur. Her ears flat against her head as she stifled a snarl.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]renard blinked slowly. so much for a slow day to recover from a raging hangover.


    a corner of his mouth twitched upwards. he struggled to stand up, planting a hand onto his good leg for support. he wobbled momentarily as he regained balance, and then he was upright. he stared down at the little feline at his feet. a dry smirk was still present, despite the fact that she could shift into a dangerous mammal in the blink of an eye.


    fortunately, he wasn't daunted by a whole lot. he leaned forward a bit.


    "and what?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]his hand hovered over the shiv strapped to his leg, zooming in on her tensed muscles, anticipating any signs of intent to attack. this must look ridiculous.. he thought to himself. but for god's sake, he's seen her in two forms within seconds of meeting her.


    "better put your little claws away before you find yourself in a tricky situation," he said evenly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    "good morning, ma'am," he greeted her. despite this, he still kept a close eye on sarabi, his hand gradually moving away from his weapon with each step towards the shadows she made.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]"yeah, i slept very well," he lied pointlessly. he was drinking himself to death until he passed out at four in the morning, and his appearance was evidence enough. it wasn't like his habits were any secret; yet he lied anyways.


    renard had a lot of respect for ma'at. she was one of the few people who he found trustworthy, through and through. so he always made it a point to be polite to her.


    he noticed her gaze shift and the switch of color. "aye, may, have you met our new friend?" ren got down on one knee and patted the ground gently, his eyes glittering as he attempted to summon sarabi from the shadows with a high-pitched "here, kitty, kitty!"[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Name —
    blackfall




    Nickname —
    none




    Physical age —
    6 years and 6 months




    Mental age —
    10 years




    Sex —
    male




    Gender identity —
    male




    Astrological Zodiac —
    aries




    Sexual orientation —
    heterosexual




    Relationship status —
    unattached




    Rank —
    warrior




    Current Alliance —
    floraclan[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; border: none; width: 238px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 238px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 238px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: verdana]




    Build —
    blackfall is built like a tank; broad shoulders, large, flat paws, and a compact muscled body makes for an intimidating tom who can absorb quite a few blows.




    Breed —
    long haired tabby




    Eye color —
    yellow




    Fur color —
    his fur is predominantly silver sable with shadowed tabby points.




    Distinguishing features —
    his large, bulky form




    balanced or clumsy? —
    clumsy




    Sound Of Voice —
    mulder (lmao)




    Scent —
    bonfire




    Scars —
    a 'c' shaped scar upon the bicep of his right leg; various others scattered here and there on both shoulders from years of battle experience.




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    Habits/OCDs/Obsessions —
    he has an obsessive desire to be looked up to and admired by others




    Optimist or Pessimist —
    a very blunt realist




    Introvert or extrovert —
    introvert




    Fears/Insecurities/Phobias —
    defeat. being looked down upon. dying dishonorably.




    Motto/Personal quote —
    'i will not break until my steel does.'




    Any Mental Illnesses? —
    none




    Positive Personality Traits —
    wise. bold. strong. easily garners respect. loyal. efficient.




    Negative Personality Traits —
    condescending. self-righteous. oftentimes coarse. haughty. harsh. aloof.




    Brief Personality Description —
    blackfall is usually silent and seen wearing a stoic expression. he rarely is the first to talk and will only do it if he absolutely has to. otherwise, conversation must be initiated by the one approaching him. he's very difficult to get to know due to his 'straight to business' attitude. the tom takes life seriously and rarely smiles. his tone is monotonous, completely resistant to emotions of any kind. some felines may find that he's difficult to be around because of his tendency to hold such a high expectation for those around him. if a cat makes even a minute mistake in front of blackfall, expect a thorough berating. but he does possess a dry sense of humor which he either uses to provoke or simply make others laugh. despite his cold, tedious exterior, he has a heart of gold and a strong sense of loyalty and duty to his clanmates. he would die a painful death without hesitation to protect any one of them.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; border: none; width: 238px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 238px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 238px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; color: #e6e6e6; font-family: verdana]
    History —
    blackkit was born alongside a brother and a sister (foxkit and fawnkit). he was the largest kit from the beginning, both in height and mass. as a result, both parents showed strong favoritism towards him and had very high expectations. his siblings hated him because of it, but his ambition trumped his compassion. blackpaw trained rigorously under a ferocious mentor, focusing heavily on battle instead of hunting. as an apprentice he bullied younger kits and apprentices severely. when he finally transitioned into a warrior his ambition grew to a dangerous extent. he was violent and aggressive.




    as time progressed, he began to age and wisen. unbearable guilt tightened his chest as he thought about the shadow he cast over his brother and sister, who had both ignored him for many many moons now. the next morning they both slipped and fell into a gorge on a dawn patrol. the accompanying warrior who witnessed it told blackfall that foxtooth had tried to save fawndapple, although he knew that he would die.




    he still grieves for his siblings although he knew that they had no love for him and hated his arrogance from the beginning. and he was too late. now his life is no longer guided by ambition, but rather loyalty and honor.




    Birth Date —
    april 3, 2010




    Birth Place —
    floraclan




    Mother —
    loudspring (deceased)




    Father —
    crookedtalon (deceased)




    Siblings —
    foxtooth (m, deceased) fawndapple (f, deceased)
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    Crushes —
    open for development




    Mate(s) —
    none




    Turn-ons —
    independence. wit. confidence.




    Turn-offs —
    sensitivity. bad hygiene. no sense of humor.




    Dominant or Submissive? —
    dominant




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    Likes —
    kits. nature. showing off. sleeping.




    Dislikes —
    hunting. water. insects. disrespect.




    Strengths —
    brute strength. resilience of body and spirit. unshakable loyalty. sharp mind. honest.




    Weaknesses —
    clumsy. slow. a terrible hunter. oblivious to emotions. tends to uphold his own opinions.




    Superstitions/Beliefs —
    starclan




    Other —
    calming winds
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  • |:|FleetClan|:|Signup|:|Open|:|


    Name - scorchkit >> scorchpaw >> scorchfeather


    Age - 3 years & 2 months


    Desired Rank - warrior (aspiring deputy)


    Appearance - he is a strikingly handsome turkish angora with black smoke coloring. his silky coat consists of patches of silver and a rich ashen grey hue. vibrant, flaxen eyes stare from a darkened face marked with small speckles of silver.


    Personality - scorchfeather recklessly charges through his life with a casual cool-head upon his shoulders combined with a fearless spirit. he's always the first to attempt to take charge in a risky situation due to his love for a quick rush of adrenaline and his tendency to believe he's usually the most qualified cat for the job. he rarely listens to the opinions of others because he always thinks he's right. as a result, he can be bossy and a bit too outspoken.


    he values efficiency and is always willing to step on some toes to get a task done. scorchfeather doesn't give a thought to what other people think of him; the only thing he cares about is fulfilling his duties. prevalent among one of his many struggles is his rebellious nature, something he's possessed ever since he was a kit. if one attempts to set boundaries for this tom, be sure that he'll cross it without a thought. maybe stomping on it a couple of times in the process.


    Strengths - bold, not easily swayed, effective commander, outgoing, adaptable, fast thinker


    Weaknesses - reckless, frequently endangers those around him, defiant, overbearing, insensitive, doesn't possess a tactical bone in his body, slightly arrogant


    Kin - open?


    Crush - open


    Mate/Kits - n/a


    Other - fleet

  • naтιveclan, clan oғ тнe wιld and ғree {sign ups} [reboot]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: green; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ DUSTFIRE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]TOM--3 YEARS--MEDIATOR[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;][hr][ PAST NAMES ] dustkit >> dustpaw
    [ CURRENT NAME ] dustfire
    [ FUTURE NAME ] dustfire
    [ GENDER ] tom
    [ AGE ] 3 years & 6 months
    [ PAST RANK ] kit, mediator novitiate
    [ CURRENT RANK ] mediator
    [ DESIRED RANK ] mediator
    [ APPRENTICE/MENTOR ] open / rubblestripe (deceased)
    [hr]
    [ PERSONALITY ] dustfire rarely speaks unless he's called upon to do so; and when he is he's very articulate and tactful in his speech. he approaches everything from a logical worldview and attempts to rationalize everything he experiences, whether it's emotion or traumatic experiences. as a result he can come off as detached and almost robotic. but when it comes to advising/resolving any conflicts he's faced with, he can switch this monotonous persona off within an instant and get points across quite effectively. he's good at what he does because of his ability to view things objectively. because of this, dustfire does not fear being blunt, even if it irritates a few cats. he loves his independence and works best alone. many find him difficult to work with because of his surprisingly high expectations.
    he values solitude more than anything else and many will be surprised to find that when encroached upon during these precious moments, he's snappy and irritable. catching him at the right moment is a difficult thing to do since his moods can be turbulent.
    [ HISTORY ] nothing unusual; he was born within the clan as dustkit and dreamed of becoming a mediator from the get-go. many found him a bit odd due to his quiet, analytical nature, but it flourished into something impressive once he became a mediator novitiate. he was heartbroken when his mentor died and he strives to carry on his memory.
    [ PLACE OF ORIGIN ] nativeclan
    [hr]
    [ RELATIONSHIP STATUS ] unattached
    [ LOVE INTEREST ] open
    [ MATE ] none
    [ KITS ] none
    [ KIN ] deceased
    [ OTHER ] --
    [hr]
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  • naтιveclan, clan oғ тнe wιld and ғree {rp} [reboot]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#2B434A; border: 3px solid #2B434A; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -20px; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; text-align: center;]❝It's nothing but an angry sea.❞[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 10px; width: 150px; margin-left: -15px; color: #2B434A; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; text-align: center;][c]satan - #satantemplates - beware hidden scrolly[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; height: 270px; padding: 5px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 160px; min-height: 270px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial]ooc; this newbie would appreciate a quick rundown of what's going on right now :B[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

  • . floraclan . clan of calming winds . semi adv rp thread .

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]blackfall was already awake.


    he always awoke bleary eyed and clumsy, but the silence of the chilly grey mornings were worth it to him. he lay relaxed under a tree, both paws tucked under his chest and his eyes shut peacefully. a gentle breeze ruffled his silvered fur, dappled by an array of pale yellow morning light and the shade that the tree provided.


    the soil was perfectly cool. the air was crisp, and carried a nice scent. blackfall could hear nothing except for the occasional chitter of wildlife. all was well.
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