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  • Trials of Heirs || Sign Ups || Open to All

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  • ||Sтяαη∂є∂ Ɓєηєαтн тнє Sку|| (Sιgη Uρѕ) -Closed for Now

    Loreli


    ||Theme Songs|| (optional)
    Gasoline-Halsey
    Control-Halsey
    Hold Me Down-Halsey
    [I may be obsessed with Halsey]


    ||Other/FunFacts|| (optional)
    Hi :3
    -I made this character's face claim
    also let me know if she is too OP
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  • K9 Intel...Sign Ups! Open

    Aspen


    [spoiler=WIP]


    Bull


    [align=center]Name: Bull
    Nickname: Bull
    Gender: Brute
    Rank: Assassin
    Age: Nine Years
    Breed: Neapolitan Mastiff
    Rebel or K9 Intel: Revel
    If your ranks needs a partner who would you like: None
    Personality:
    History:
    Mate:
    Crush:
    Other: Im horrible at playing males, but here is my attempt c:

  • ||Sтяαη∂є∂ Ɓєηєαтн тнє Sку|| (Roleplay)


    Loreli stood a couple steps behind the masked man, her mismatched eyes shifting around the field to assess any dangers that may be present. Quickly determining that it was safe, she slid down to the grass below, moving to stand next to Cypher, tilting her head slightly to look up at him. She listened to him mumble to himself before speaking to her. Nodding slightly, choosing to stay silent. The femme was used to silence, or rather not speaking. Many years on the planet she had spent alone. She had only been companions with Cypher for about nine months, which was only a fraction of the time she had already spent in solitude. She sometimes forgot that he was the only thing immune to her powers. Taking a deep, filtered breath through her gas mask, Loreli brought her hand up to finger the dog tags that hung around her neck. If you looked closely you would notice that one of the tags was larger than the rest, but only slightly. It was a small compartment that held the key to her chains. Part of her wished to take the damn things off and breath with her own mouth and nose, but she knew the risks, and decided to keep her yearnings to herself. “We need food.” She said, remembering her voice. The rations that they had scavenged from Cypher’s ship and her own ship were running low. Loreli knew that they would have to wait until dark to hunt though, for that is when the planet was the most peaceful.


  • ||Sтяαη∂є∂ Ɓєηєαтн тнє Sку|| (Roleplay)

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  • |ι'м ωєℓℓ α¢qυαιηтє∂ ωιтн νιℓℓαιηѕ тнαт ℓινє ιη му нєα∂|ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ

    Hey everyone, Sail Away here, although it appears my name is all question marks.....I should probably get along to changing it but I am too lazy...which is why I'm asking for your help! I want to customize my camp, I'm looking for a Harley Quinn/Joker type theme, I'll find gifs and pictures and stuff that I want. Name a price and I'll let you know if I can meet it :)