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  • NEVER WANNA BE ALONE [24/09]

    GENERAL ★ SO MANY WANNA BE LIKE ME

    ★ Hollywood | Holly, Hol, etc. | No Former Names

    ★ Masculine | He/Him Pronouns | Born A Male

    ★ 16 Months Physically | Ages Real Time | March 1st | Pisces

    ★ Warrior of BlizzardClan | No Titles

    ★ No Former Titles Or Ranks


    OTHER ★ CAME FROM THE LOWEST OF LOWS

    ★ Fear of Death | Fear of Humans

    ★ Always Wearing A Pair Of Sunglasses

    ★ Claims To Be Born To Royalty | Considers Himself 'Pedigree'

    ★ Actually Born In Captivity In Breeding Facility For Dog Baiting

    ★ Has a Fondness For Performing & Entertaining


    APPEARANCE ★ ROSE TO THE TOP WITH A VISION

    ★ Coyote | Male | Main Body

    ★ Average Height | Underweight | Quick

    ★ Mousy Brown Fur | Light Blue Eyes

    Scars: faded teeth marks on the back of his hind heel

    ★ CURRENT INJURIES: n/a


    PERSONALITY ★ HATERS TALKING SHIT WHILE WASHING DISHES

    ★ ESFP - T | Small Name Big Ego | Smug Snake

    ★ Confident | Peppy | Theatrical | Flirtatious

    ★ Pragmatic | Emotional | Opportunistic | Cocky

    ★ Self-centered | Arrogant | Cowardly | Manipulative


    RELATIONSHIPS ★ FUCK YOU BITCHES I'M A BUSINESS

    ★ Panromantic | Very Romantic When He Cares

    ★ Heterosexual | Boastful & Flirtatious | Scared Of Having Children

    ★ Single | Not Looking For Partner | No Crush

    ★ NPC x NPC | No Family Name

    ★ Trusts Easily | Lies && Exaggerates Truth


    INTERACTION ★ I'LL BE KISSING ON YOUR MRS,

    ★ Medium Physically | Medium Mentally | Attack In Bold

    ★ Will Start Fights | Will Fight Back If Attacked

    ★ Won't Fight Stronger Opponents | Will Run Away

    ★ Peaceful Actions Can Be Powerplayed | Expect Anger

    ★ No Known Powers

  • A-LIST ) M&G + AUTOGRAPHS

    When he had said he was going to host a meet an greet and hand out autographs in the meeting, he wasn't joking. This clan was lucky to have him, an intelligent, good-looking and brave warrior with a heart of gold, and those that graced his presence probably deserved a bit of physical reward for it. So there he was when the suns started to fall for the day, stacks of 8x12 stock photos of coyotes circling him. Well... it wasn't like he had a camera here, but there were quite a few pictures of his species he had lying around in storage so... he figured he'd have to make to. Besides, it wasn't like there was much difference between him and other coyotes, apart from the brain the size of a watermelon and a cracking smile. His paw was smothered in jet black ink, and seeing the prints that occupied every right corner of the pictures, it didn't take much to realise why. If he stepped on more photos he was sure his feet would fall off though, so Hollywood had quit for now, presuming thirty photos would be enough to keep the first few customers satisfied. "Attention everybody! My official Meet and Greet and Autograph Gifting has begun! Gather around and meet your future high position! If any of you have cameras, please note that I do allow flash photography, now, all say your names please!" he called out, sure that he would be a Paladin or whatever they were called at some point. It would be a way of getting him to sink to their level and heck, some part of him wanted to play a game where he got to be inferior for a bit. Not at the moment though, for now it was time to make several peasant's dreams of meeting a dog of Godlike potential to come true.

  • SCARY MONSTERS AND NICE SPRITES / PRIVATE, HOLLYWOOD

    "Your lungs are disappointed with you, I take it?" a loud quip came from across the camp, belonging to none other than the newcomer. A spiteful smile was on his face, the sight of the smoking creatures giving him horrific memories of being told to keep his mouth shut. It was offensive, it was vulgar, yet... it seemed to be common with the coyote. He couldn't help it if he was better than everybody else, nature just preferred him over some ugly moggy with a cigarette addiction. Perhaps they didn't have to know of their misfortunes, perhaps they were happy to live in a bubble, but he wasn't. He needed everyone to know that he was epic so that others didn't thing he was a pushover because of his species and weight. He was not a scrawny punk, he was a god damn prince, it was treason to say otherwise.


    So, when the coyote was a several feet away, he began pacing left and right, half-circling like he was staring at a piece of prey. "They wouldn't be the only ones you know. When I say don't walk away from me you don't damn walk away from me. So, you're gonna apologise to me, make your meaningless life mean something and say something to make someone else proud of you for a change,". Words were accompanied with a flash of his teeth, leaning his head down to try and make direct eye contact with the Paladin Commander. One could not be fantastic without food and having someone deny that was like torture. Jers had been the only one to be entirely rude to the male and now that things had quietened down he was going to get his revenge one way or another. Taking a singular step forwards, Hollywood's ears pricked forwards to hear the apology he expected out of this stray's mouth.

  • Places for this dude?

    ^ title

    i'm looking for a place that doesn't have exclusive ooc cliques that isn't blizzardclan, sunclan or the thunderlands due to character reasons


    his personality is in his tags and posts but basically he's an egocentrical dude who acts like he's a massive deal and talks shit to everybody but is severely put off by physical violence when he's by himself or doesn't think he can win. Essentially one of those stereotypical coward types lmao.

  • RELOADED | o ; joining

    He was being held back in BlizzardClan. The attention was the best it had ever been, but he had been apart of a clan that had been obviously beneath him. That should mean it would have been easy to takeover, but he hadn't wanted to. The last remaining kindness in his heart had gone to making sure that he'd give them mutts a chance to be as good as he was. Being associated with a bunch of chumps and scouting out no one with any sort of talent had also been a driving factor for the male to leave, so now he was on the road again. It was all too familiar, the isolation worried him, but not as much as the sounds of much bigger creatures among the bushes he wisely chose to ignore. He could've so easily been dog food if he hadn't kept his wits about him... again, he supposed. A stray bark was heard from across the wilderness and the coyote shivered, running to the closest border around. Thankfully he had been close already, and now was the good old waiting game. It must've been a minute maximum, it didn't matter how proud or tall the coyote stood, there was nobody around to see their Grace in it's canine form. Ugh, they were just as rude as BlizzardClan, then, or incompetent. Perhaps he'd actually have to stay a bit longer this time though, even with fear that they were gonna leech off of his amazing personality and drain it until he was a hollow husk. Damn, where did that come from? "Um... excuse me? Where are you all?". Tone condescending, the sunglasses wearing Hollywood would also put on an impatient smirk, taking a few steps over his safe zone to try and cause further ire.


    / rushed