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    Of course you do. Mind giving me your head shots then?


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    Stunning! You certainly are a dazzling human specimen.
    Got a name for yourself kid?


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    Great, that's certainly unique, I'll need a few basics next.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height: 200px; overflow:auto;][justify][sub]FULL NAME → Rose that Burns on Coffin Lovelock


    NICKNAME(S) → Rose


    GENDER/GENDER IDENTITY → Male


    DATE OF BIRTH → August 23rd


    PLACE OF ORIGIN → Cesaire


    HAIR COLOR →White


    EYE COLOR → Pale yellow


    HEIGHT/WEIGHT → 9 inches at the shoulder, 11 pounds


    CURRENT OCCUPATION → Antichrist of the TOFS


    ABILITIES → Ecokinesis, Pyrokinesis
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    Wonderful darling, now would you mind if we took a closer look?


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height: 200px; overflow:auto;][justify][sub]DEFINING TRAITS → Fear of abandonment, yet he's not afraid to be himself. He's a walking contradiction. Courageous- He's willing to take a stand when crucial



    PERSONALITY → Confident outwardly, but inwardly anxious. Attempts to branch himself out as a social butterfly, so that he'll always have a companion. He can be quite aloof about others, but will quickly become interested if they interfere negatively with one of his values. He's also a pretty jealous/possessive type, and has a soft spot for children. Rose likes to relate to others, but may come off as sharp tongued sometimes, and will use this to his companions' defense. P.S. Don't entrust him with your secrets, he loves to gossip.


    FLAWS → Possessiveness, jealousy, stubborn, clinginess, his love to gossip, laziness/procrastination


    STRENGTHS → Charismatic, intelligent, his abilities, leadership


    ADDICTIONS → Cigarettes
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    Huh, I never would have guessed! Now, we're going to need the juicier details.


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    TURN ONS → Dominance, intelligence, those who 'play the game', those who can give him a hard time


    TURN OFFS → Cowards, ignorance, people who come on much too strong


    PAST RELATIONSHIPS → None


    LOVE INTEREST → None


    ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP? → "Not at the moment, but I wouldn't refuse one."
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    [font=courier]Better keep that information locked away, the tabloids will eat that right up! Finally, I just need a few finishing touches.


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    FORUM NAME → Kendall.


    NICKNAME → Kenny


    MUSE LEVEL → Moderate


    ACTIVITY LEVEL → yeesh
    OTHER → Ay yo Tony, where'd you get that fresh pepperoni?


    ROLE PLAY SAMPLE

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    [align=center][font=courier][color=black]Fantastic! You're a gem, dear. You might just make it in this big bad world.


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    [size=9pt]Character Name: Rose That Burns Upon Coffin | Lovelock
    Gender: Male
    Age: Two years
    Rank: Private
    Desired Rank: Paramedic
    Brief appearance: An longhair alabaster furred tom with a feminine countenance, accompanied by pale gold eyes. His breed is that of a Turkish Angora, and he wears a rose atop his ear.


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    Brief personality: Confident outwardly, but inwardly anxious. Attempts to branch himself out as a social butterfly, so that he'll always have a companion. He can be quite aloof about others, but will quickly become interested if they interfere negatively with one of his values. He's also a pretty jealous/possessive type, and has a soft spot for children. Rose likes to relate to others, but may come off as sharp tongued sometimes, and will use this to his companions' defense.
    Ability(ies): Pyrokinesis + Ecokinesis (fire and plant manipulation)
    Other: Extensive knowledge of herbs, as he lived as a loner for quite some time. Also
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    It seemed that Zisiakie Academy would not turn out to be a quiet little rural town, a factor that was anything [i]but unfortunate to Rose. The very moment that he had awoken to the hustle and bustle of the surprisingly small town, a sly smile had graced angelic features, leading to an almost embarrassing leer of approval. Fortunately for the tom, he had been in his private den at the time of the compromising expression. This idea of having his own living space was actually quite new to Rose, and had in fact been the icing on the cake of being a part of a clan, along with his given position as paramedic.


    The alabaster furred felid perpetually held a knack for healing others and fitting in with communities. He was practically constructed from the ground up to be here, a fate that sat quite well with him if he were to say so himself. Still though, he had yet to acquaint himself with a single soul, an unforgivable act to society in his eyes. This discrepancy had to be addressed here and now, or he might face penalties such as...not having any reputation.


    The thought sent a shudder down the paramedics spine, yet he would rather not earn social renown by partaking in activities such as sparring as his clanmates were currently doing. He was not one to get his paws dirty less it be with herbs, wounds, or more...intimate substances. Aside from that though, it seemed that there were others who had also passed on sparring. Perhaps this would be an opportunity granted to socialize? The mere thought summoned a chaste smile to feminine features as Rose gave the floral piece atop his ear an unconscious twirl, striding towards the clanmate nearest to himself with graceful paw steps.


    His movements would be fluid as he took a seat next to an exceptionally larger fellow, gossamer tail curling over plush ivory hued paws.[b] "Hello, I'm Rose~"

    he would then purr towards a large equine of whom he was unaware held the name 'Racingstripes', voice velvety as it spilled forth from the confines of parted jaws. In all honesty, he cared less that the other knew of his name than the prospect of learning his. In his mind, Rose had friends, friends did not have Rose. Or at least that was the concept that he had roughly sketched out in his frail subconscious. "And you are?"[/fancypost]



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    To say the least, he had not heard anything like it. With the casual introduction of himself though, Rose could indeed put together the namesake of the equine. The abrupt realization of his new acquaintance being a walking pun would beckon a muffled chuckle to bubble from friendly features, the light and airy notes catching the breeze with a bell like ring. The real question though was, could Racingstripes race?


    [b] "I take it you're skilled at running?"

    Rose would think aloud towards the equine, humor etched into his quartz hued visage. Surely it would be conventional for a warrior of Stripe's build to be athletic? The thought of the fellow holding such a title yet not living up to it added to the hilarity of the situation, although Rose would mostly successfully attempt to keep his composure.[/fancypost]



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    With Stripe's gruff confirmation, the alabaster furred felid would allow himself a soft chuckle before his attention was captured by the lingering figure of Axial. To say the least, it appeared that the canine's idea of fun differed [i]quite greatly from his own. Rose's idea of fun included a bottle of wine, and perhaps tiny coldcuts if he were lucky. Now admittedly, these were not conventional tastes for a feline to hold, but the justification might lie in his origins as a reincarnate. Somewhere along the line, the fellow had to have either been a lesbian twoleg, or an extremely pampered kitty pet.


    Both of these attributes would have factored into his love for anything but physical activity. Rose's skills were more centered towards academics than the latter, as was quite apparent being a paramedic and all. Due to this, he would choose to sit on the sidelines, perhaps as a cheerleader of sorts. Now where did he put those pom poms again?


    [b]"I think I'll play the part of the audience for now, guys."

    Rose would then put forth in a bemused tone, almost laughing a little at his own monologue. Yes, he was one of those weird people who laughed at his own jokes. Little did his clanmates know though, he could actually bust out some pretty intriguing dance moves. Well, provided a shot of liquid courage or two that is. Hey, no judging.


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    Now [i]this would be Rose's idea of a party. Previously, it had been implemented into the felid's conscience that Axial thought the bastard(technical term not insult) idea of physical activity as fun. This was quite the reassuring nudge towards a wine filled salvation. Milk and honey? Screw that, he would rather find sacrament in the land of wine and cheese.


    The thought would be further supported as Rose wandered farther out of camp, branching out from his starting position of the medic's den. Gradually, small fixtures such as pastel hued banners would begin to appear within his vision's boundaries, splashes of cobalt accompanied by blushing cerises dotting the nearest horizon. Not only would his visual aesthetic be pleased though. Soon, the scents of various pastries would greet his nose, beckoning the alabaster furred warrior ever closer.


    Oh dear God, had he passed in his sleep and gone to Starclan? An entire table filled with a plethora of confectionery and other general sweets stood laid out before him in all of its naked glory, just begging for him to pick from seductive contents. With fragrances of pure ecstasy filling his senses, the slender tom would then grasp a bite sized cupcake within a single paw, greedily drinking in the scent of red velvet. Admittedly, he had a rather intense sweet tooth.


    Unfortunately though, it would be in this exact moment that pale golden luminaries lingered to the left of his lithe figure. Oh. It seemed that they had company. Immediately then, Rose would abandon all thoughts of ravenously scarfing down the cupcake, instead opting for a much smaller, more elegant bite. He had an image to maintain. It's not that the fellow was plastic, but rather he didn't want to be seen as weird or anything. Basically, he had his reasons, albeit them being rather frivolous.


    Unconsciously adjusting the rose sat atop plush ears, the lithe tom would then approach their visitors, a chaste smile sat upon feminine features. It seemed that he wasn't too late, as there had been only a handful of warriors to arrive so far. [b]"Good afternoon, you two."

    he would then greet towards the warriors nearest to him who happened to be Wakingsun and Blackcloud. Respectfully he then dipped his head to each warrior, although the first felid seem to hold herself like that of a leader. He'd have to dig into that later. For now though, introductions. Defined jaws would part as optics the colour of sunshine through whiskey landed on Wakingsun, a perpetual smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm Rose Lovelock, paramedic of this humble little group we've got going on. And you are?"
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    In all honestly, Rose was not surprised any more. In the beginning of his life as a paramedic, well that was his old clan's word for 'medicine cat', but that wasn't the point. In the start of his doctoring life he had come across a moderately sized military base...but this was just ridiculous. [i]You have got to be kidding me...a [b]mansion

    ? He would quip to himself, seemingly on the verge of a grimace.


    In all honestly, the whole scene was actually quite extravagant, with clinging vines snaking up the sides of the overgrown structure, providing an elegant Victorian era feel. Soft beams of moonlight would accompany the feminine tom's presence, spilling over alabaster fur in a way that seemed to make it flow a faint snowflake blue. But while the scene unfolded before him would speak of pure unadultered beauty...It was just...rather peculiar to find such a cordial building in such a remote location.


    However, it seemed that despite its delicately abandoned appearance, the building would be inhabited by an exceedingly large amount of figures,(as he had figured with the lingering scent of other felids) whether they be warriors or the latter. Due to this, Rose would politely wait at the border, choosing to join on a whim. He supposed he may have to ask for the name of the group, which if he were lucky would not lead to a less than adequate moment of tense silence. With the unpleasant thought lingering in his conscience, the warrior would subconsciously twirl the rose atop his ear with a single paw, pale gold optics taking in the lush scenery of which encompassed his lithe form. Surely a wait wouldn't be too distasteful in an abode of such refined artistry.[/fancypost]



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    With the sight of the oddly decorated golden retriever, ivory hued ears would perk skyward in alert, subconsciously swiveling towards the source of the call. [i]Well that was fast. It was at a breakneck pace in which Frenchie had appeared, almost subtly alarming Rose. Admittedly, it was almost unfortunate how quickly he had been fetched thought, due to the charming ambiance of the clearing of which they currently stood in. He had come to relish it in his few minutes basking in its presence, but he supposed that he may possess time to acquaint himself with it to a better degree soon. He would be taking up residence in it after all.


    [b]"Indeed you can, miss.

    " the gossamer pelted felid would first begin, the hint of a smile gracing feminine features, accompanied by an almost chiding tone. "I would be Rose that burns on Coffin Lovelock, but you can just call Rose." he would then introduce himself, simultaneously dipping his head in greeting as he offered up his full name. It wasn't something that he did often, yet he doubted that the canine of a looming stature would notice.


    "I've come to join this lovely little community-if you'll have me." he then added to his whole 'name and business' spiel. Presumably Palisadeclan had a community due to it holding the title of a clan...right? Rose would speculate this for a brief moment before processing it that there was no invisible threat present. The fellow had a bit of a peculiar tendency to over obsess on any output that would spill forth from his mouth, resulting in him unfortunately possessing that of a perpetual grimace, or what some may know as a resting bxtch face.


    This inescapable disorder would be effortlessly fixed when he spoke though, as Rose engaged in others with an animated demeanor, often choosing to implement a smile unto others in his engages. It was the icing on the cake when it came to talking with him really. Aside from that though, the vanilla hued tom often attempted to be genuine as well, which would apply to his current situation of joining.


    Briefly though, he would be filled with unease at the thought of his figure as being pictured as that of a cocky fellow, in which all honestly was not too far from the truth. Was Rose cocky? No. Not even close. Did Rose broadcast the act of a cocky warrior to most ever body of which he knew? Absolutely. Call it a defense mechanism, call it poking fun at others, it was a piece of him. He just hoped it wouldn't get him rejected from a potential community right about now.[/fancypost]



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    Intriguing...a clan run by dogs...the majority seeming to be of African descent. [i]No, Rose would not make any hereditary connection between the two painted canines and the latter golden retriever but it was rather apparent that warriors in the trio were all somewhat similar. Clearly enough though, Frenchie was visibly much more domesticated, in stature and demeanor at that. Yet unfortunately, Rose would lack the time to ponder blood connections any longer, as the two wild dog's of wildly contrasting personalities to the previously spoken pair would step forth, both offering eerily similar names. Now these two, Rose would most definitely mistake for siblings.


    [b]"Hello to you Kami, Greetings Kakami."

    the alabaster furred tom would first offer the upbeat pair, gracefully dipping his head to each individual figure. Kamakazi was certainly a peculiar name to possess, but he would not judge. Still thought, he shivered at the prospect of this clan supporting customs such as that...for Rose held much more...pacifistic tastes. After his speculation of the first speaker's name though, another question would appear with an increased fervor, piquing Rose's interest once again.


    Now what would the term marchioness entail? The rank sounded rather elegant, and was presumably quite important...but that begged the question: How high of a rank was it? Following his internal interrogation, Kakima would then offer up an almost humorously fortunate sentence. "Thank you for the offer Kakima, might I ask what a marchioness is?" he would then politely inquire, the hint of a smile gracing immaculate features.


    But then Frenchie would offer up a catch much more valuable than his current exchange. With blearily genuine complement offered, Rose would find his visage precariously heating, as his normally composed disposition cracked under the unexpected gift. "O-oh thank you dear!" he would sputter out, pale gold optics accompanied by a briefly alarmed expression. It wasn't often that he recieved complements on something as trivial as his name, although it was expected that his name might gain an entirely different type of attention due to it being of a tribal origin.


    Brushing this thought off though, Rose would then focus on the golden retriever once more, as it seemed that she was offering up more kind words. This canine was making a fantastic impression on him if he were to be honest. With her next generous comment, the fellow would this time retain his composure more elegantly, although still being quite surprised as to the degree with which he was being welcomed by these strangers. A charming smile would be offered before Rose let out a small chuckle at Frenchie's conclusion to her spiel.


    "It is a pleasure to meet you, Frenchie." he'd then offer with a chaste smile, tone small and genuine. With her next statement though, the ivory hued warrior would fail to suppress a small chuckle, its bell-like notes gently falling upon the passing breeze. "I appreciate the offer, but I believe I'll be adequate less I lose a limb. I was previously the paramedic of Zisiakie academy." he said the words with a friendly tone, actively attempting not to seem standoffish. Though while he did not expect her to know of his previous community, he was aware that it would bring the point across, as its title made it readily apparent to be an organized group.



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    @ Kendall alright listen here I'm super TRIGGERED I CANT



    AHA
    IT IS A STORMCLAN OOC TRADITION
    I HAVE GOTTEN YOU! *maniacal laughter*

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 380px][justify][sub]//Yo guys this is Rose (that burns on coffin), Rosethorn's brother. He's going to be a big piece in Pebsi and I's plot. ',:)


    With the barbarous word's of Clyde, Rose would grimace, pale gold optics boring into the increasingly ruthless brute. His wrath seemed to be becoming gradually more and more unrelenting to the lithe tom's dismay, causing him to shadow the cruel fellow in a sort of 'detective' manner, except a notebook would be replaced by the sheer tool of his mind, of which could not be burnt.


    Following his brother's death, Rose had been quick to suspect it to be Clyde's wrongdoing, as Rosethorn was perpetually spilling every small detail about his encounters will the warrior to him, all of which seemed to imply that Clyde treated and thought of Rosethorn like dirt. What better way to get rid of an earful than severing their vocal cords,(I know that didn't happen but it did now ',:) I'm sure u wish you had come up with that too tho lmaooo) and leaving them to die just outside of the camp? Rose Lovelock had his motives.[/fancypost]



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    He figured that any high rank would enforce rules, but this elegantly worded rank's simplified meaning beckoned a fictional eyebrow to raise in interest. Kakima was quite literally a big dog around here, eh? With the thought crossing his mind, Rose would pleasantly nod to the marchioness, almost visibly impressed, although his demeanor still remained casual.


    With Frenchie's next reaction to his words, the ivory furred fellow would then suppress laughter once more, amused yet pleased with her vigor to learn from him. Rose wasn't much for teaching less it be throwing shade, but he supposed she could learn a thing or two from him. For a moment, the warrior would recall his distaste for being put on the spot.


    Thankfully though, the flaw almost always dissipated in the heat of war, in which he was forced to keep a cool head in order to treat others. [b]"Dear, I have more experience than is mentally healthy. I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two in my spare time."

    The words were situation irony at best. Here he was, not even a day old newcomer, yet being asked to teach a young doctor her way with herbs. He was being asked by a doctor how to doctor. Admittedly though, he did probably have a good deal of experience over her. He had been a loner since apprenticehood, being forced to learn herbs to save his own life multiple times. That had to count for something, right?


    "You seem like a smart charming young girl; I'm sure I could learn from you as well." Rose would then conclude, a small smile gracing his feminine countenance. Sure, she seemed dangerously thin, but who was he to judge? Rose was pretty thin under his luxurious locks.[/fancypost]



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    Okay, now this was just getting ridiculous. Rose had joined Palisadeclan for some peace and quiet, no? Unfortunately for him, there seemed to be a nagging twoleg on the loose, one of which seemed to be a 'cat lady'. It had heard him talk. Well this one might be called a cat man actually, due to the telling short hair cut and stocky rectangular build. Through silence though, Rose would attempt to make this creature think itself insane. Yet it pushed on.


    The twoleg stood only about 5'5 tall, and was presumably a highschooler-certainly not in with the popular crowd though. Not that that was a bad thing though. The twoleg wore a black hoodie of a solid colour, and beat up black sneakers of a similar hue. It's fur hung over one of its striking green luminaries, and was visibly dyed black, due to the telling chestnut coloured roots that threatened to creep up from the base of the fellow's head.


    He reminded Rose of his owner's child during his short time as a kittypet. All in all the pampering wasn't that bad if he were to be honest with himself, but it most certainly took a bit of his physical edge off. During his time in captivity the warrior had been declawed, due to shredding a small child's leg in a bout' of fury. It had attempted to steal a catch, what else was he supposed to do? But anyways, due to this sort of exile from the life of a warrior, he had learned of twoleg customs.


    He knew twolegs, or [i]humans as they liked to call themselves. For now, the alabaster furred felid would continue to bound through Palisade's lush forest, hoping that a native warrior might soon pop out and perhaps teach him a quick shortcut or two? He needed ways to evade this creature, and he needed them now.[/fancypost]



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    Rose had been too focused on Clyde's predatory leer towards Lunalight to take notice of his approachal, although he would cloak his initial surprise with a grimace. Was this fiend already scouting out another victim? The very thought disgusted Rose, as Lunalight brought nothing but positivity to the clan. What was with this guy and feeding on do-gooders?


    Even more unsettling so though was, presumably by how he had just introduced himself to Rose, this brute though him the same sexuality as his brother. Well, he supposed he had ought to prove him wrong then. Disinterest poised, defined jaws would part in a feminine scowl, ready to tell this guy off. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with his brother's assailant. The only affiliation that he desired was one of mutual distaste.


    [b]"I live here, Clyde. In fact, I've lived here far longer than you."

    Rose would bluntly state, shutting down the larger felid's attempt at a come on. He said this with a knowing glare within pale gold luminaries, reflecting the morning sunlight from a feminine countenance. He would have nothing of the exchange. This guy was most certainly not the most experienced homicidal sociopath. [/fancypost]



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