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  • KHANATE PLOT + CHAT

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]trackkk~

  • KHANATE PLOT + CHAT

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]thank you!!
    i can't wait to rp with my bird horse

  • SHOW ME HOW TO LIVE [ open, intro ]

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]Barbarians. Of all the creatures that roamed this planet, it had to be barbarians that invaded her homeland. Unlike many of her fellow residents of what used to be an unnamed tribe, Shaman and her brother had fought against their rule until the very end. She poured every ounce of her soul into resisting the hordes of warriors that swarmed their lands, and was even willing to die fighting. Alas, instead of dying a warrior's death, they allowed her to live and join their cause - she accepted, albeit grudgingly. Bile filled her throat every time she thought about the events that occurred not so far in the past, but she was a peaceful woman, and managed to subdue the tumultuous storms of rage that had once threatened to consume her. Shaman was a woman of the future, a survivor, and she would adapt if it meant that she got to live one more day.


    The winged equine stood alone on a grassy plateau, gazing down at the lands below with a thoughtful expression. Her initial intent was to search for herbs to add to the reserves since it was prime growing season for many plants, but she had found herself distracted by the fiery red blaze cast by the setting sun. A gentle breeze swept across the territory, disturbing the mare's silky mane and making the wild grasses whisper and dance in its wake. No matter the entity that claimed these lands as their own, none could deny the utter beauty of it all.

  • KHANATE PLOT + CHAT

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]i just have state testing T_T
    its not even required to graduate

  • KHANATE PLOT + CHAT

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]same?? It's really stupid and pointless.
    &thank u! It's pretty easy tbh, just really tedious and time consuming.

  • KHANATE PLOT + CHAT

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]oh that sounds like fun!

  • castle on the hill [*] o, belated intro

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;font-size: 9pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]War consumed them all, dominated their lives. The coppery tang of blood tainted the air, floated with the wind. With every breath, every sip of water, her mouth tasted of metal. Some, like Qamati and the Khan enjoyed all the warfare and bloodshed. Others, such as herself, merely endured for the sake of survival. Not exactly a peaceful creature, yet also uninterested in combat like many of her fellow tribesmen, the elegant mare lived only for herself. Shaman did not start fight, and generally avoided most conflict when she could, but she could finish them. Her parents made sure of that when she was a mere foal. The only reason why a equine such as herself resided with these brutes was because they respected her fighting prowess. The pegasus would have gladly given her life to defend her tribe the day the Khanate came, but she was smarter than that, and instead accepted their offer to join their ranks.


    Living with her conquerors was not quite as terrible as she expected, although many individuals possessed loud and overbearing personalities that she simply could not stand. At least Shaman could get away with keeping to herself, as most were unconcerned if the mare spent her time in isolation as long as she contributed whenever there was a large war effort. Although her figure did not possess claws or sharp teeth, Shaman was a formidable opponent. Rather than utilize a sword or other physical weapon like Temuljin, Manny preferred to wield her Maker-given powers. There was not much one could do to stop a telekinetic besides trying to split their focus. She typically sought out weaker opponents who were easily dominated - not out of cowardice but out of efficiency. Those who truly loved battle could handle the harder targets, while individuals like Shaman cleaned out all the little rats.


    The harpy eagle hybrid was just returning from a patrol when she heard a conversation up ahead. Bored, she figured she might as well see what was going on and try to actually make friends. Of all the creatures she happened to come upon, she had not been expecting the Khan. The equine halted midstep, seeming to hesitate a moment before continuing her approach. "Greetings," nickered the female with a polite nod, adjusting her wings against her back, the feathers whispering against one another. Molten amber orbs passed over Qamati and Temuljin with mild interest. "I would not be surprising if you already completely shattered a swords," Shaman commented in response to the last topic she had picked up on, focusing her burning gaze on the leader. A faint smile of amusement graced her lips, though not much more. Expression was not one of her strong suits.


    [spoiler=tags — you'll just lie motionless]
    GENERAL
    ◦  SHAMAN'S CHANT | "Shaman" | NICKNAMES: Manny
    ◦  Cisgender female | Panromantic Demisexual
    ◦ 3 years | ZODIAC: Aquarius | BORN: February 14th
    ◦ Warrior of the Khanate | Unofficial Medium | NPC x NPC
    RELATIONSHIPS
    ◦ Single | No Crush | Open for relationships
    ◦ No mentor/apprentice | No friends | No Enemies
    ◦ Integrity & honesty is important | Loyal & committed
    ◦ ATTRACTED TO: witty, intellectual conversations; good listeners
    IMPORTANT FACTS
    ◦ STRENGTHS: Patient, reliable, independent, resourceful
    ◦ WEAKNESSES: Cannot express herself, aloof, temperamental
    ◦ Highly intellectual and a deep thinker / not emotionally biased
    ◦ Very reasonable / Able to see both sides of the argument
    ◦ Easily annoyed by people she finds distasteful
    ◦ Introverted & keeps to herself / stoic
    ◦ POWERS: The Sight, Telekinesis
    APPEARANCE
    ◦ HARPY EAGLE PEGASUS | HEALTH: 100%
    — A Marwari mix standing at 165 cm. Her coat is black w/ pangare and flaxen, w/ a black and flaxen mane and tail. Her right eye is blue, the left is hazel. Her plummage is that of a harpy eagle: sooty black and grey with white hues and a crest of feathers on the top of her head. She has a very smooth and elegant gait

  • THE LAST / tags + storage

    *:･ﾟ✦ PALEGAZE

    —— you'll just lie motionless, emotionless *:･ﾟ✦

    NAME / NICKNAMES palekit, palepaw, palegaze | none

    NAME ORIGIN prefix. named after the unusual pale hue of his pelt suffix. in reference to his piercing blue eyes

    AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 7 moons | ages on the 22nd

    ALLEGIANCE + RANK thunderclan — apprentice


    GENDER & SEX cisgender male [he/him]

    SEXUALITY undefined

    RELATIONSHIP single, accustomed to being alone

    FAMILY bearclaw x olympia | siblings: roaringpaw, snakepaw, sandpaw, vixenpaw, wolfpaw

    FRIENDS none

    ENEMIES bearclaw




    NOTES

    ✦ sarcastic pain in the ass

    ✦ emotionally distant and cold

    ✦ protective of siblings even if they're rude to him

    ✦ major sad boy hours

    ✦ he is his own worst enemy

    ✦ always immaculately clean





    PERSONALITY palepaw has some daddy issues. well, there are a lot of issues. although he would not be caught dead defying his father openly or talking back to him, palepaw seems to just...freeze over. he closes off completely, and it very cold to anyone he meets. he only ever opens up to his siblings, and even then it takes a lot to convince him to be genuine. overall, he is very sarcastic and distant. as he grows, he learns how to use charm, flirtation, and careful manipulation to distract others from his long-buried sadness. to an extent, he can even be a bit cruel. not on purpose, but his general lack of feeling or deep thought before he says things oftentimes leads to people being hurt or offended. at his core, he is a kind, loving creature. but palepaw never truly learns how to cope with the abuse and it shows.

    — positive traits open-minded, thoughtful, loyal, loving

    — neutral traits lonely, intelligent, curious, nostalgic, protective

    — negative traits distant, melancholic, prideful, sarcastic

    MBTI TYPE tba

    HOUSE ravenclaw

    NATURAL ALIGNMENT neutral good



     

    AESTHETIC [ reference ]

    palepaw does not resemble his father or his "mother." in fact, beyond the length of his pelt, he looks nothing like bearclaw at all. his fur is primarily a soft, creamy hue. at his points, what appears to be blue tabby markings fades into the sea of delicate off-white. a blue-tabby point. beautiful, pale, and for which he is named. as he ages, the blue hue of his kittenhood only seems to crystallize, becoming a striking glacial blue. he is a little more slender than most maine coons, but otherwise the height and the thick fur persists within his genetics despite his odd coloring.

       — accessories none



     

    ABILITIES

    tba

    INTERACTION medium | attack in bold underline | nonviolent/peaceful powerplay is allowed


  • The Kids Are Not Ok

    yes, it does get awfully cramped within apprentice den. if it were not so cold at night, palepaw might have slept beneath the open skies where it is significantly less sweltering and oppressive. alas, it is merely new-leaf and the temperatures have yet to completely warm. the young male rose long before roaringpaw finally got fed up with the conditions within the apprentice den, and has been sitting in the silence, staring up at the moon with pale, glacial blue eyes. the sound of disturbance draws his attention away, however, and a soft smile tugs at his lips at the sight of his sister. "ah, hello, rory," he greets in a hushed voice, allowing a rare show of genuine affection for his sibling. "couldn't sleep?"

  • The Kids Are Not Ok

    I'M JUST A SUCKER WITH NO SELF-ESTEEM!


    as much as palepaw would have preferred only the company of roaringpaw (perhaps the most tolerable of his sibling), he does his best to remain personable upon the arrival of both crimsonpaw and violetpaw. "unfortunately, it seems that sleep evades us all," he laments in a mildly joking manner, making a dramatic gesture with a free paw indicating the horde of apprentices which now seem to emerge from the den like ill-tempered rats. wonderful. a grimace mars palepaw's handsome visage as vixen's presence unfortunately sparks an altercation between herself and rory, eventually dragging the most foul of his sisters, wolfpaw, into the mix. wonderful. just wonderful. just when he thought he might get some peace and quiet.


    "and now chaos ensues," mutters the young male beneath his breath, casting a freezing glare towards his bickering siblings. "i suppose we might as well wake the entire clan up at this point." if they aren't awake already. with all the moaning and groaning and snarling of tired apprentices, palepaw would be surprised if there were those who managed to sleep through it all.

  • The Kids Are Not Ok

    I'M JUST A SUCKER WITH NO SELF-ESTEEM!


    do mouse-brained people just like hearing the sound of their own voice? is that why they never stop to think about their words? is that why they never shut up? although the young apprentice would rather eat his own foot than to admit it, palepaw truly does love his siblings. but he knows how horrible a majority of them are. they are the worst kinds of people, all twisted under the abusive of the world's worst father: bearclaw. he loves his horrible siblings, and yet he cannot resist the urge to put vixenpaw in her place. "if you had a brain in your head," he hisses softly; vexed yet also attempting to be respectful of those still sleeping. "you would understand that i was being sarcastic." palepaw rolls his eyes and turns away from her, not desiring to interact with his sibling any longer. he wishes that they could all just get along, but apparently his dream will never be realized.

  • biting my nails [o, we got a lurker up in here yo] i'm to young to go to jail

    I'M JUST A SUCKER WITH NO SELF-ESTEEM!


    ah, it's nice to get away from the oppressive aura of his family sometimes. actually, all the time. his many, many siblings are a lot to handle and he does his best to escape their chaos as much as possible. oftentimes he finds the quietest, darkest corner of camp to hide in, but ever since rustsky stepped in on an...altercation between his siblings, palepaw found he enjoyed being in the warrior's presence. so every now and then he shadows the she-cat. politely, of course. he is quite skilled at being seen and not heard.


    the blue tabby point trails several fox-lengths behind rustsky. he stopped a while back to quickly groom his long, silky fur and has had to trot just so he can catch up. the first thing he notices is the arrival of another ginger tomcat and the palpable tension between the stranger and the orange tomcat. it brings an amused smirk to his lips. "clearly they know each other quite well," glacial blue eyes flicker over to rustsky in a suggestive manner. "quietstorm said that he was looking for his mate, yeah?" palepaw resists the urge to laugh. he isn't sure why they are procrastinating their star-crossed reunion. he thinks they should just hug it out already.