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<woltlab-spoiler><p>✦ spain | male him/his<br>✦ appears 3 years | immortal | born in 1492<br>✦ the rift<br>— member<br><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiYWNrZ3JvdW5kOiNiMGEwYTg7aGVpZ2h0OjFweDtwYWRkaW5nOjA7d2lkdGg6NDUwcHg7Il0="></woltlab-metacode><a href="http://www.allbigdogbreeds.com/wp-content/gallery/pyrenean-mastiff/Pyrenean-Mastiff-8.jpg">✦ PYRENAN MASTIFF</a> <strong>[MAIN]</strong> | HEALTH: 100%<br>— waves of puffy golden beige fur runs across the whole of his body up to his head where dark coffee grind color mixed with licks of black can be found. a lighter, ruddier shade of chocolate runs along the tops of his folded ears and the other rather peculiarity is the white thin blaze that trails down to a milky, droopy muzzle. a replica of the coloring of his head stands out just behind his strong shoulders. lastly, a thin string accented by a tiny brown cross curls around his thick neck.<br>— INJURIES n/a<woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiYWNrZ3JvdW5kOiNiMGEwYTg7aGVpZ2h0OjFweDtwYWRkaW5nOjA7d2lkdGg6NDUwcHg7Il0="></woltlab-metacode><strong>✦ TRAITS</strong><br>— KIND | SUNNY | OVERLY CARING | POLITE | FUN-LOVING | PLAYFUL | CHARMING | BRAVE<br>— CLUELESS | CANNOT READ ATMOSPHERES WELL | OBSESSIVE<br><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiYWNrZ3JvdW5kOiNiMGEwYTg7aGVpZ2h0OjFweDtwYWRkaW5nOjA7d2lkdGg6NDUwcHg7Il0="></woltlab-metacode>✦ NPC X NPC<br>— has no relations<br>✦ single | bisexual<br><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJiYWNrZ3JvdW5kOiNiMGEwYTg7aGVpZ2h0OjFweDtwYWRkaW5nOjA7d2lkdGg6NDUwcHg7Il0="></woltlab-metacode>✦ PHYSICALLY HARD/MENTALLY HARD | @ spain. / ATTACK IN #FFCC97<br>✦ BODIES: <strong>PYRENEAN MASTIFF</strong>, BAY <strong>ANDALUSIAN HORSE</strong> | NO MAIM/KILL | PM FOR CAPTURE<br>— n/a<br>✦ NO POWER-PLAYING</p></woltlab-spoiler>
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Beautiful breeze brushing his long fur, clear baby blue skies above, the sun's gentle touch on his handsome coat; how could it get any better than this? He chiefly knew he would find an abundance of happiness in this place. Having the sparkling coast nearby and the thrilling chatter of the forest closer, he would find every way to be entertained and occupied. Plus, there had to be a plethora of members hanging around that would love to delve deep into the crannies and nooks of the island. Paradise did exist on Earth." ¡Hola, hola! I am Spain. I stand before you on the grounds of joining this fine group.", he chirped. [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —CRYING'S NOT FOR ME [ [color=#FFCC97]TAGS ]
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Was it something on his face? He tended to be thoughtless when it came to eating and quite "inhaled" any sort of meal he had without taking notice of its consequences. A swift swipe of his tongue around his chops turned up zero crumbs nor traces of a snack. What could it be? The thoughts disappeared as promptly as they had come when he saw a tugging at the corner of her maw. Yay! There was a happy face! "¡ Muchas gracias, senorita! And you too, of course." Speaking of camp, it appeared welcoming and recalled a particular architectural taste of an old comrade.
"Many thanks. I try, I try, haha. With a world like this one, what's there to be sad hearted about?", he chuckled before growing a mite serious. A friendly gentleness entered his voice soon after. [b]"I understand. Shade can be suiting to some days. When the sun is setting, ah, it is the best place you can possibly be. I enjoy this weather. I've been around it a long time."
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THEME. PERFECT - 11 ACORN LANE
BASICS.—
NAME. Spain
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GENDER. Male
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AGE. (Physically) 3 years (Immortal) Born in 1492
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ALLIANCE. The Rift
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RANKING. Member
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION.— (
PYRENEAN MASTIFF ) Waves of puffy golden beige fur run across the whole of his body up to his head where dark coffee grind color mixed with licks of black can be found. A lighter, ruddier shade of chocolate runs along the tops of his folded ears and the other highlight is the white thin blaze that trails down to a milky, droopy muzzle. A replica of the coloring of his head stands out just behind his strong shoulders. lastly, a thin string accented by a tiny brown cross (
X ) curls around his thick neck. (
X )
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ANDALUSIAN HORSE ) Hearty ripples of mocha and reddish bay cover a strong frame while signature speckles of an almost lighter ginger brown splatters his belly up to the beginning of his hind legs and stops right beneath the back of his forelegs. Handsome, glistening black covers his nose, ear tips, stockings and makes up his braided mane as well as his flowing tail. (
X )
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION.— Spain is known to be an extremely sunny person who tries to stay in the lighter areas of life and keep a laughing smile upon his face. If ever he has a hardship, he will deal with it by himself quietly and away from others. He cares too much about people and those he trusts (which is just about everybody) to show them a vulnerable and gloomier side of him. He can be polite towards people he's not as acquainted with but if one does become a compadre or friend of his then they'll catch some teasing and minor hints of mischief. He has a playful spirit for his (unbeknownst to all) many years and adores kids. Fun is all he's about. When serious matters arise, he is a brave soul on the battlefield and rather respectful to his opponents.
Spain is not without fault. He tends to be clueless at some points or acts that way. He has a hard time reading atmospheres and may be sweet and gleeful under negative situations which will find a way to go completely over his head. Most importantly is his obsessive behavior. He has a hard time controlling how much time he chips towards one thing and all that can lead to a sort of a strong and rather unhealthy attachment to people or objects.
HISTORY & RELATIONS— To be written later
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FAMILY. NPC
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FRIENDS. TBA
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SEXUALITY. Bisexual
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CRUSH(ES). N / A
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MATE(S). N / A
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CHILDREN. N / A
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The girl was promptly met with a larger replica of what she wore upon her muzzle. He had been out for a relaxing jaunt down the beach when a wayward figure and her ship- of sorts -happened to delay his morning activity. It came to be a worthy and nice distraction after short thought. "Hello, Señorita Kron, and welcome. The Rift's doors are open to everyone, I believe, as long as no one's plotting against it. You wouldn't happen to be a spy, now would you?" Here he gave a good-natured, joking chuckle. "It is a pleasure to be meeting you all the same."
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"Why of course. Just looking out for this place." Grinning, he sent her a brief wink. When a prolonged silence had settled, he snapped back to reality and gave her a sheepish look. "My apologies, I'm Spain."
Preoccupied in a glimmering world of his own he had missed the arrival of another. Upon her referral to both of them, his large head swept to the side and big, beaming eyes were matched by the cat's own purple pair. What lovely colors! Ones to match the sun's retiring from a day. His mother must be proud. "Why, hello there." His voice soon was directed towards the girl. "I would be glad to. Cyrus better tag along, as well. I have not been here too long."
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( aaaa ty so much!!! )
Dealing with problems concerning anything, really, had a seriously debilitating effect on the dog. He'd cope by sitting there and wagging his tail occasionally to remind himself that there had to be a solution. The capability of getting up and talking to others through that troubling period was nonexistent. It was his belief that whoever had the strength to trudge on through hardship should be made a hero or a god. The stranger would fit that quota soundly if Spain knew what spunk the one before him had. "Thank you, sir." He felt satisfied at the moment. "I'm fine for now. I appreciate the offer, though!"
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"Look who is talking! You're very cute yourself, mi dulce. Way cuter than us." Ah, she was playing that game, huh? She was out of luck for he knew what he was talking about. No lies nor denials would be made in reassuring her of her authenticity in the adorableness department. "Off we go then! Our people must see the new cutest one in town and learn to respect her power."
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"Pull the stick out of your behind, Mister Grayarea.", joked good ol' Spain as he stepped forward from a particularly shimmering bushel of trees. Nights were spent admiring the everbrighter spark that lie on each dear leaf which stemmed from supportive boughs. Each had their own points of intrest and if he felt a twinge of boredom they would whisk him away. "She could be joining and may have missed the border. Wouldn't be the first time somebody's done that. I'm guilty of it myself." Ripples of light giggles burst from him as he placed a paw to his own broad chest.
The answer they actually needed lay in her. He should see what she had to say about the matter. "Hola, young miss. Could you settle this deal of confusion for us?"
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"I have none on this handsome land but I do of my home.", he offered as he picked his way over and plopped his fluffy tail down by 'Senorita Kron'. He adored stories and most importantly, histories. They shaped what people knew and loved and helped one get to know things and to understand situations from another point of view. In his day he had known millions of them and had a famous, winding one of his own. "Go on now. One of you should start."
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"Fantástico." About time someone spoke up. Excited to hear a recap of the place, he snuggled back into his tufts of fluff and pricked ears forward.
To lead three times had to be a new tear in the man's heart every moment through it. The plenty of faces that came and went and those that rotted or perished. Names and people were changed drastically, for the better or for worse. Returning had to be exhausting. Seeing people replace those that had been loved, the ones that had brought a span of warmth as if of a hearth, would shake one to his or her foundations. He had tasted that bitterness, that lasting bite. As the list of names alongside locations grew he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself smiling on.
Remember, some of them were in grander places now, Spain. Places of refuge and ones where they could be by their friends and compadres forever in a golden eternity. That had to be utterly wonderful and a rewarding sendoff from life.
The genuine curl and spunk came back to his grin and as the end drew near of the recounting, he shared his take on it. "It's a thing for us to be proud of. The Rift's come so far thanks to those blessed days. Viva the Rift."
