Posts by NightPheonix

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Accepted!

Spirit Bear
Character Name: Clover

Character Age: 17

Gender: Female

Animal they shift into: Black panther

Crazed: No

Trigger: Distress or fear

Appearance[human]: Clover has jet black hair that streams down to her elbows. Her skin is porcelain pale and clear of acne. Her eyes are a honey gold with dark green rimming the edges. She usually wears emo clothes because she's an emo girl, though she doesn't cut herself like the stereotypes. Her teeth are a pearly white topped with cupid's bow lips and she has a dimpled smile, which a lot of people find cute. She also has a shapely body, a lot of guys drool over it.

Appearance[Animal]: Clover is a black panther. Her fur is sleek and smooth most of the time, she takes the time to groom it. It seriously annoys her when it's not. She is lightly mottled with dark gray, as most black panthers are. Her eyes are the same in animal form. She has big paws that often times really help her with speed.

[b]Personality: Clover is one of those wild party girls. She absolutely loves parties and drinking but she doesn't mess with the seriously bad stuff like drugs. She also never gets too drunk to ensure her safety. She's smart like that, always thinking before acting. She very fun and loving, she gets along with everybody. She's as secretive and mysterious as she is friendly though, never telling anybody the complete truth about herself.
---Likes: Meat, dessert, and jogging
--- Dislikes: Boring things, homework, and school
---Strengths: Speed, strength, and wit
---Weaknesses: Ignorance, naive, and stubborness
---Most Treasured Item: Black and gold locket
---Favorite Thing: Horse-back riding
---Least Favorite Thing: Pricks

History: All she remembers is being waking up in the woods with blood all over her white linen blouse. She was confused at first and very distressed. Apparently, distress is one of her triggers so she got a flashback of playing in the front yard of a tiny one story house. She saw the street name next to the house and went in search for it. She idly remembered what she was like and knew that she was popular and open with everyone. She was alone at the house and became stressed yet again. She got another flashback of her father being hauled off to prison for the murder of her mother when she was 15. She never showed herself to the police and decided to live alone at the house, so she was pretty much a squater. Good thing nobody wanted to buy a house that was once a crime scene for murder.

Roleplay Sample:
Woods/Distressed/Human
Clover woke up to the moonlight reflecting on her closed lids. With a groan, she heaved herself up off the pine laden ground. She realized her arm had been painfully pinned beneath her back and rubbed it, urging it to stop being sore. Of course she knew that wouldn't work. Though she couldn't remember who or where she was, she hadn't lost her smarts too.
She stood up and stretched, getting the cramped feeling of staying too still for too long. She was growing a little panicked that her mind was blank. All of a sudden an image hit her, slipping away as fast as it had came. She urged her mind to remember it, hoping she had a photographic memory.
It was her as a little girl playing in a lushly green yard in front of a small ivory house. She looked for a clue in the image of where that place might be, knowing it was her home. She saw a sign that said 'Hickory Ave.' in the background and an insistent gleam came into her golden eyes. She would find this place, no matter how far she was from it!

OOC|| Where should I jump in? Like, what class are they all in right now?

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Name
Clover Shye Stelly
Gender
Female
Age
19
Godly Parent
Aphrodite
Weapon
A metal silver whip embedded with barbed wire and the tipe of a blade at the end to nick all opponents.

(Longer than it looks)
Love Status
Single (for now)
Personality
Clover acts like a bad-*ss. She's beautiful and she knows it so she walks around with her head up, confident in pretty much everything. She's not a snot though, far from it. She's actually a caring person, but only with people she knows very well. She's not completely void of feeling for others though. Often times, when she sees someone needs help she acts upon it. She loves helping people. Although she has a soft side, she also has a fierce and lethal side. If you're mean to her, she'll probably get you back in a way that's extremely embarrassing. Also, in combat, she's very good. A lot of people think the Aphrodite kids are weak but she's not. She's tried very hard to prove herself otherwise and has succeeded. Her aim is true in combat and she typically has no mercy.
Appearance Clover is a beautiful redhead. She has ice blue eyes flecked with a breathtaking white. When she smiles she has cute dimples and her teeth are a healthy, pearly white. She often wears bright red lipstick and either all black or all white garments. She doesn't ever wear jewelry, save for a black heart-shaped locket with golden swirls. She has no piercings or tattoos, preferring to be all natural with her look. Her skin is porcelain pale and she is lithe as well as tall, making her look breakable.
History N/A
Other nonemonehp pmac and I don't know what the demigod boy is about but okay, I pick number 83.
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OOC|| Where do I jump in?

My guess was 83 if no one caught it.

OOC|| Where do I jump in?
IC|| The wind blew.

Clover walked into class late. She was considering skipping, not wanting to be associated with all those smug, snotty faces but decided against it. Her future depended on school and she didn't want to ruin that. Today she was wearing a tight black tee with Hollywood Undead decked out on it. She had tight light gray skinny jeans and black combat boots. Her locket was tucked underneath her shirt, outta sight and outta mind. She had on a black hat with the word 'thugh' in graffiti on it. Her lips were a blood red and she had her fangs in, ready to scare the life out of these preps.

Clover flicked her hair behind her shoulder, strutting to the nearest person she could find. She wanted to socialize and that's what she was going to do. She always managed to get what she wanted and when she wanted it. She strode to Erik, hoping to catch his eye. "Hey there stranger," she smiled at him.

Forest/Distress/Human
Clover woke up to moonlight against her closed lids, turning her jet black hair silver. She shivered in her flimsy, pale blue nightgown against the pine needles cushioning her. Where was she and, more important, who was she? She looked to be in a forest of pine trees. She slowly sat up, groaning in pain. Her head throbbed. She was growing panicked and she tried to calm down, failing miserably. Suddenly and image tore itself through her mind, a house. She was playing in front of it as a little girl and she knew that was her home. She rushed through the woods, pines tearing at her. She didn't know how, but she knew the way and knew it was close by. Before she knew what was happening a great pain tore through her and she gave a loud, unhuman snarl.

Clover gave a brief flash of her teeth in her dimpled smile. "I'm Clover and most redheads are," she smirked. "You just must not know a lot of them." Today she was wearing a white blouse with stretchy white leggings. Most of the time she wore only black or white, only giving a little room for exceptions. She threw an arm around his shoulder casually like it was nothing. "And what house are you of?" she asked.

Clover jumped up from her seat, grabbing her bag and shuffling in English along with everyone else. She accidentally bumped into her secret crush Aaron and mumbled something along the lines of 'Sorry' while her face turned a cherry red. She mentally kicked herself for being such a klutz and her raging hormones. She made a mad dash across the hall to the bathroom, bumping into quite a few more people along the way. She needed to clear her mind in peace, though a bathroom full of girls groaning about their horrible looks didn't seem a good place, it was closest to obscurity.

Clover smiled playfully, bringing out her whip. She silver glinted in the fading sunlight and she flicked the long, coiled weapon to hit the middle of the bull's eye, the black at the tip sticking in the target. She smirked at him. "Do you think Aphrodite kids are useless?" she asked out of curiosity. Most people did and she hated. Just because they liked love and peace didn't mean they couldn't be lethal. She was very lethal, though most didn't know it yet.

Clover smiled at Erik as he shrugged her arm off his shoulder. So he wanted to play that game. Well, she was fine with that. She quickly yanked her whip back, its silver thread neatly wrapping around her arm. The barbed wire didn't scratch her, she knew how to handle her precious weapon. With a flick of her wrist, her whip sailed through the air and wrapped around Erik's wrist. She pulled him closer, careful not to let the barbed wire bite at his skin. "And who was that?" she breathed, their breaths mingling.

Clover washed her face in the sink in the bathroom, then quickly redid her makeup. Late to yet another class. What a great first day of school. She saw another girl dart in and quickly darted out, not wanting to be stuck awkwardly in the bathroom with her. She slowly walked to English and managed to get a seat next to Aaron. She let her dark hair sheild his face from her prying eyes because she was secretively peeking through the strands to stare at his lovely face.

Forest/Lethal/Black Panther
Clover screeched as her bones popped and seemingly ground to dust. There was a fire erupting underneath her skin, black tufts spotting here and there. She let out a blood-curdling roar of pain as her teeth became jagged and she split her lip. Her rough tongue slipped to taste the blood, suddenly filled with the need for raw, bloody meat. A lot of it. Her arms and legs slipped into that of a big cat, retractable claws and all. Her long tail flicked back and forth irratably and her honey gold eyes had slitted pupils.

Clover smiled. "Not jealous, just curious," she whispered. Her bright blue gaze settled on his. She stared in his eyes, getting a little lost. She shivered and stepped back, feeling intimidated. She wasn't usually like that but it happened from time to time. She loosened her whip's grip on his arm, gesturing for him to ease it out. She couldn't just pull it off, it would most likely tear skin.