Posts by Whisperfur2349

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well if revs is going for thors child, i'm sure as hell not, haha. i have no intent on getting my bum whooped. plus i hate competing for roles with my friends C: edit to bartons son!}

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ah, thanks revs you silly billy C:}

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I'm not going to choose the forms until everyone has finished and it looks like no-one else wants to join, and/or i'm ready to start the thread and am happy with the forms. i won't accept until everyone's done with their forms so no-one misses out C:

but also, if i have already accepted people and someone rocks up with a really good form, i still would stay with the people i've accepted. i don't think it's very fair to un-accept someone, so the person with the good form was just too late and just missed out.

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i love the plot! it's really great C: would i be playing the policeman?}

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hey, sorry I haven't posted in ages, I just remembered about this thread, haha. i'll start and finish my form for the skater boy asap!}

[color=silver]if this is to end in fire, then we shall all burn together. watch
the flames climb high into the night, calling out father, stand by
we will watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side
and if we should die tonight, then we should all die together
raise a glass of wine for the last time, calling out father prepare
as we will watch the flames burn auburn on the mountain side
now i see fire, inside the mountain, i see fire, burning the trees
and i see fire, hollowing souls, i see fire, blood in the breeze
and i hope that you'll remember me

[color=black][sup]name⇁
theodore odinson
nickname(s)⇁
theo
age⇁
17 years of age
gender⇁
male
parents⇁
thor, father, and jane foster, mother.
birthplace⇁
theo was originally born in asgard, but was sent to live with his mother and experience the midgardian world when he was twelve

hair⇁
when theodore was born, everyone was expecting a beautiful, perfectly proportioned young man with flowing locks of golden hair, just like his father. but to everyone's surprise, when theo's hair began to grow, it was a dark brown just like his mothers. since then, it has grown more and became slightly wavy. theo's hair is the kind of hair that is perfectly shaggy when he wakes up in the morning. it's messy/sexy, and his mother always found joy in brushing it for him, even though he doesn't like it brushed.
eyes⇁
unlike his hair, theo inherited his beautiful sky blue eyes from his father. thick black lashes that girls would die for frame these mysterious optics, and all rest beneath his intense brow. as theo is a very serious person, his face is often emotionless, ether that or a frown or scowl. he's always brooding or contemplating things, so he can drift off often, but is very attentive and inquisitive when interested.
build⇁
of course, after seeing that theo was not what everyone expected as thor's first son, they were all very relieved to find that as he grew up, he grew into a lean, strong-as-a-bull young man. standing at a tall 6'6, theo slowly grew to resemble his father, resulting in his respect growing. theo's skin is a fair olive colour, with few scars and a single birthmark in the shape of a four-leafed clover at the bottom of his spine. because of this birthmark, theo has always been considered to be incredibly lucky.
weapons⇁
theo's personal weapon is a long silver sword, intricately detailed with ancient words and patterns. named griffenclaw, theo loves this sword, and cares for it with all of him. he also is very skilled with knife throwing, and has a small set of golden knives.
also, theo inherited his father's ability to control lightning and the weather.
battle clothing⇁
theo wears a replica of his father's clothing, only blue and silver, not red and gold.

personality⇁
strong, reliable, loyal, quiet, understanding.
theo is the kind of person that you can tell everything to, and rest easy knowing that your secrets are in good hands. he's like a safe, everything goes in, nothing comes out. he's very good at not talking, and a very good listener. people have a habit of going to theo with their problems, and they end up alone for hours with the person just spilling everything. theo is a bottler, he bottles things up inside him and never shows his true emotions. that makes him pretty un-relatable. as he bottles things up, he has a ticking time bomb ready to explode inside him, made up of all his problems and secrets, a burning flame threatening to burst. one wrong move, one wrong word and theo can blow up right in front of you and spill everything. but even so, theo can hold this in for as long as he can, which is a pretty long time.

caring, proud, generous, trustworthy, kind.
being the solid rock, the shoulder to cry on, theo is incredibly good with giving advice. he understands people, and always thinks there's two sides to every story. but this doesn't make him naïve, no not at all, if theodore has his opinion on a person, it'll take a long time to change his mind about you and gain his trust. but even so, theo always listens to the other side of the story, as he knows how hard it can be to be framed for something you didn't do. he's watched many people suffer, many friendships break because of it. but speaking of friendships, theo himself has plenty of acquaintances, but he doesn't really have any good friends. he spends his time alone, writing stories, or just thinking.

insecure, brooding, angry, solitary, contemplating.
even though theo is such a solid guy, he has his own problems. with this fire inside him, he's so angry all the time, because he has all these feelings and he doesn't know what to do with them. theo always feels he's never enough, even if he's told he is. he's always feeling down on himself, feeling so insecure with his own achievements. he doesn't know if he'll ever be enough for his father to be proud of him. so in order to not disappoint, to not let anyone down, theo stays as far away from friendship as he can. he never wants to let anyone down. most people know theo would never disappoint, but he doesn't know that. and it'll take a lot to make him believe it.
likes⇁
-being alone
-writing
-listening to music
-muted colours
-scifi novels
-mystery movies
-asgard
-sword-fighting
-storms
-his family
dislikes⇁
-being told what to do
-needy friends
-emotions
-expressing his feelings
-being confronted
-having meaningful talks
-pink
infatuation⇁
to be decided in roleplay
friendships⇁
none yet, although he will be making some in the roleplay
he also has a good relationship with his sister, daeny
other
theo owns an old book from asgard, and it is his prized possession

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Looks great smarti! c:}

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love all forms! as soon as the forms for the firbender are finished, ill begin accepting :)}

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^{The long black limousine came to a stop near the airport runway, the door opening and a lean young man emerging. He made his way to the back of the trunk, pulling out a small leather shoulderbag, leaving the rest for his chauffeur to transfer to the plane. "Mr Remmington, are you sure you don't want me to take that bag for you?" The car door opened and an older man stepped out. "No thanks David, it's got my valuables in it." Conor Remming smiled a thanks before pulling his sunnies down from his head and over his eyes. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Conor made his way to the plane and prepared to be swooned at. This happened all the time, the girls screaming, the camera's flashing, all the paparazzi. It was just normal when you had two famous parents.}

^{Conor wasn't usually very friendly towards the fans and paparazzi. He found them kind of annoying sometimes. He'd smile for them and sign autographs, but he never really enjoyed the fame. He appreciated it, just didn't enjoy it. But at least he had his group of close friends, they meant all to him.}

^{Walking past the crowd, Conor flashed a few grins, waved a few waves, before boarding the plane and letting out a sigh of relief. He saw the majority of his friends there, and smiled at them. "Skylar, Jace, Vienna, great to see you all" Conor dropped his bag on a seat before sitting next to it. "Can those guys out there get any crazier?"}

[font=times new roman]welcome to nirvana

[color=black][font=times new roman][sup]You are a young adult travelling to the city with your three best friends, all broke and looking for jobs in the city to get on with your lives. You've been travelling for hours, all cramped in the car together, bored, tired, and cranky, still 4 hours away from the city. It's late at night when suddenly two of your car tyres pop, leaving you unable to travel. Still all irritated, you hop out and walk for a bit, unable to call anyone because you have no reception. Then suddenly, you come across a large cottage in the middle of the forest, and knock on the door, asking for a place to stay. The residents are welcoming, and allow you to stay the night. But you all notice they're a little different. They're strangley spiritual, a little too close with eachother, and very eco-friendly. They're what most would call hippies, and the house they all live in is just the home of a hippie commune, named Nirvana. Out back from the house is a large camp, with a big grape farm in which they use for they're funding of the commune, and plenty of other things.

After spending the night with these people's weird ways, two of you find out that you really like it here, and that you want to live here. The other two are sceptical, but say they'll give it six months to see whether they can change their minds. relationships will be formed, friendships may be broken, but everyone knows it will be a half-year to remember.

You have been living at Nirvana your whole life, and you love it here. You are a vegetarian, you don't hurt animals at all, and you are very in touch with nature. You are close friends with the other three your age, and you are classified by others to be a hippie. You dress like one, act like one, and you're proud of it.
When the other's arrive at your camp, you are kind, gracious, and offer them bedrooms when they wish to live here. You teach them your ways, you show them around, and you become friends. Some may fall in love, some may not. Either way, it's going to be a half-year to remember.

[color=black][font=times new roman][sup]>>not first come first served. i'll pick the forms i like best and that fits the character most in my opinion. please don't take it personality

>>no powerplaying, unless it's like a bandit or something like that, haha

>>no excluding others from the roleplay, even though there's not that many of us

>>i know it's hard to keep your muse, but try to at least have 6-8 sentence long posts, okay? i know it's difficult, but you can do it!

>>make up your own form, but please follow how I've set out the characters. other than that, feel free to add anything you like!

>>make your own form, but please include name, age, gender, role, bedroom, clothing style, personality, and brief history

>>pm me about any questions or plot ideas!

>>most of all, have fun!

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❝do not fear, i was just talking, i was just talking to myself. my heart still wants closure❞

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vera rosanne cardona

age ;;
20

gender ;;
female

birthplace ;;
nirvana, on april twenty-first

zodiac ;;
taurus

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}.H E R R E L A T I O N S H I P S.{
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they're just colours yo C: compromising is a wonderful thing!}

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welcome! C:

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[no kill, not just yet C:]

As the glass doors began to move and the dome began to rise, Koda's nerves began to disappear. He was pumped, he was ready. He knew he stood a chance against the Careers, they'd asked him to be allies, but he'd refused. Koda was, is, and always will be a lone wolf. He cared only for himself, because he knew caring for others could get them both hurt. Koda's plan was to hide, hunt, and pick them all off, one by one. Call him cold-hearted, but Koda had no problem with killing someone. Of course he would feel the aftermath, and he would feel it hard, but it was either them, or him. And he was not ready to die young.
As he rose into the arena, Koda's mind panicked briefly. Ice...... ICE!!!!! Goddamn ice!!!! Koda began to loose his nerve. Have the Gamemakers done this just to make me die?! District 7 was not built for ice! He thought angrily, balling up his fists. No, no......just be calm...find an axe... Koda relaxed his hands and his vsion cleared, becoming focused and ready again. His green eyes squinted, searching for the familiar glint of his favourite weapon. .....There! Sitting rigid in the mess of the Cornucopia, was his prize. He could get to it. Koda had always been a fast runner. He could do it.

Five. Yes. He was going to risk it, he could do it. He was just as big and just as strong as the Careers, he could get the axe and get out of there. What else.....there! Koda located a small black backpack a few meters away from him. And a rolled up sleepingbag a few more. He'd get the axe and hope to god they were still there. He could do it.

Four. Then he'd get out of here, Koda didn't want to be caught up in the bloodbath. He'd find a shelter, make one if he had to. Test the ice to see if it was poisonous to consume. If not, he'd drink it. If so, he'd find another source. Then he'd get food, maybe set a few traps, and then he'd see what would happen. Either way, he'd just stay alive. He knew he could do it.

Three. Koda positioned himself, ready to sprint as hard as he could and get that axe. He needed it. Without the axe, he had nothing. He could do it.

Two. glancing around at the other tributes, he sized up his opponents. He could get that axe easy. And there'd definitely be a pack lying around he could get. He sure as hell hoped so. Seeing the ice at his feet, Koda knew he'd have to run differently. He'd have to dig in his heels harder. Press his toes down deeper. Be aware of where he was running. He could do it. He knew it.

Koda braced himself.

One. He launched off, sprinting like a rocket straight for the axe.
I can do it.