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    "JIMMY"



    GENERAL


    — name

    jimmy

    — gender

    male

    — age

    mentally 2 B.C. , physically 14 months | does not age

    — sexuality

    who knows

    — clan/rank

    wanderer

    —previous clans/ranks

    n/a

    — titles

    n/a

    — voiceclaim | faceclaim

    n/a

    n/a



    PHYSICAL


    — appearance

    [birth + main] | cockatiel gryphon | health 100%

    soft yellow, dove gray and white melt together to create a charming, fluffy coat. big, floofy ears poke out from behind jimmy's tuft of stuck-up feathers while red spots on his cheeks give him a permanent blushing affect. if one looks hard enough, one would be able to spot the "HELLO, MY NAME IS... jimmy" name tag nestled against his chest.



    PERSONALITY


    — positive

    fun-loving, humorous, brave, loyal, giving

    — negative

    wild, daring, mischievous, unpredictable, annoying, nosy

    — likes

    dancing, music, rap, playing

    — dislikes

    bad vibes



    RELATIONSHIPS

    — parents

    npc x npc

    — siblings

    n/a

    — children

    let's hope it never comes to that

    — mentorships

    n/a

    — romantic relationships

    n/a

    — close friends/trusts

    n/a

    — enemies/does not trust

    n/a



    MISCELLANEOUS


    — birth date

    ? ? ?

    — creation date

    1/7/18

    — powers

    elemental fire powers (controlled)


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    an inaudible yawn stretched the little gryphon's mouth wide open as he took a seat outside the grave fortress. this would be his first time joining a group so it wouldn't sound strange as to why he had not halted at the border. while he waited, ever so impatiently, the little guy got to patting a front talon against the stone ground. that should probably catch their attention if anything.

    yo so this is jimmy. he's a spaz mute who doesn't give a rat's ass about not being able to talk and he really just enjoys life for what it is. he loves to dance and do anything fun in general so hit him up.


    he's OPEN to

    - friends

    - enemies

    - fights / skirmishes

    - dancing buddies

    - hanging out

    - pranking y/c or being pranked

    - prank wars

    - crushes

    - absolute crack threads


    he's CLOSED to

    - litters

    - mates

    um hello yes i would throw money at this if i could i lo ve this??? sign jimmy up?

    i bet after they interact a bit they could j go mess with each other at the borders of their clans or they could go mess w/ enemies and stuff

    they will strike fear into the hearts of many

    i could totally make a thread in a few so sit tight, the start of jinjim prank wars is on its way

    she can totally play a poker game with jim or smth and he can hock over the supply of jack knives he's been storing. i can also see them becoming buddies after that, too, so he'd be open to p lenty of tea parties!

    wings beating behind him for absolutely no reason, the little gryphon looked the epitome of boredom on this sunny day. he could be out chasing butterflies or investigating his new home but nope! he was too busy stirring his feathers and laying there simply soaking up the apathy.

    the day of fuckening has arrived™

    you betcha, man. these two will do some serious damage

    ty sm for bein patient, my dude, and here it is!

    as the click-clacks of another's nails filled the cavern, the boy turned his head and strained a fluffy ear in her diection. ah, at last, a joiner! brisk was he to raise a paw and give it a friendly wave while he watched her trail over to him. her request would surely be an easy one for him to react to. one of his claws was pointed to the little "HELLO MY NAME IS...jimmy" nametag stuck to his poofy chest before he gestured to the palace, then to her and then back to him. his intention of joining may take her a little which would perfectly explain why he had settled back onto his haunches shortly after giving his explanation.


    get a load of this guy! jimmy felt safe knowing guys as big as this one might be lingering around the clan. with members like him, other clans would go whimpering back to their home lands. unfortunately for roman, all jimmy could think to do in response to his inquiry was throw up his claws in a shrug. the thought hadn't truly crossed his mind to think about his arrival being a form of trespassing; his sole focus had been to get in and join a community that might value him.


    checking the hunking beast out a tad more helped the griffon to discover a leather holder containing something the length of himself. jimmy couldn't restrain himself from pointing at it and giving his wings the faintest of flutters. he'd never been one to express too much besides his usually unimpressed expression so the stirring of his feathers may nod the creature in the right direction.

    YOU DO OH MY gOD JIMMY'S GONNA HAVE TO BEFRIEND ALL OF YOUR MUSES

    I SWEAR TO GOD I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS YOU. I WASN'T EVEN PAYING ATTENTION

    they can wear matching fedoras or smth wHEEZE

    eyyy that sounds tight! jim could head on over & have a jam sess whenever he wants then cause screw trying to find a music player for himself. its probably ideal that eli's the one with it cause jim'd probably abuse that mofo smh


    what the fuuuuuck? jimmy tilted his head at the assortment of strangely colored coins and stacks of cards lying on the abandoned green table. the griffon had been out in the loner lands only to do some exploring (which would explain how he had come to own an unneeded amount of knives) and hadn't thought he'd come across the remains of a casino, but here he was. it sort of creeped him out how the thing was still standing. what really got to him was the fact that there was still stuff on it as if it was expecting to have players.

    it appeared jimmy was up to his usual shenanigans today. this morning found him spinning in continuous circles, trying to figure out whether he'd barf at some point or not. apparently unfolding one's wings made the process a speedier one therefore the runty griffon was going at an alarming speed as he twirled gracelessly about.


    Deathstroke

    in jogged jimmy complete with an arsenal of rubber bands which he halted on the sidelines to prepare around his talons. it was go time, baby. with one held at the tip of his beak, the griffon ran up to mads and aimed to shoot it directly at his right eye by giving the free end a quick tug.