Posts by HawksWing

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  • If Only You Knew Him {P}

    || Haha, thanks. You actually helped me, 'cause I forgot that I didn't post here! xP ||


    She blinked a few times, her black orb like eyes staring at the Horned Owl with confusion. Well, I'd say you're doing just fine, and would be a perfect mother I bet. She repeated in her head, trying to piece together what the stranger had meant. She turned her head, staring off in the the rows of pines, the moon light misted above the branches. "Um...Thanks?" She spoke, flicking her gaze back to the larger owl, her head still turned away from him.

  • Weightless (Semi-Advanced Maximum Ride RP... Sign ups!)

    Allo~


    I'd thought I'd slip my character in before you start if that's cool with you guys.



    Character Description



    (Sorry that it's a bit suggestive...)


    Appearance (height, weight, mutant characteristics, etc.): Bryn's about six foot three, with the weight of 108lbs. He has a simple build, he doesn't work out a lot but enough to show. He has shaggy redish brown hair that falls about an inch from his ears, skater hair basically. He has brown eyes, fused with slight copper around the rims of his iris. He most commonly wears plaid or checkered shirts, with simple baggy pants, topped off with the occasional hat. His wings aren't something that he's open to show off, even to other avian experiments. They're usually a milky cream color, it's rare to see them not drenched in mud or tangled with twigs and leaves.


    Name: Bryn
    Gender: Male
    Age: Seventeen on September 22nd
    DNA: 98% Human, 2% Bird


    Who are they?
    Personality: Bryn's your average teenaged boy, he has a thirst for adventure although he gets lazy every once and a while. He's outright about his feelings, never really takes things seriously. Most of the conversations between you and him will end up with something to do with a video game or something about the internet. But through all that goof ball of a kid, he can come out clean and a huge sympathetic softy, if you can get your story into his head.


    Likes: Video games and the Internet is like his food and water, can't live two seconds without something as entertaining as an Open World RPG Game.
    White Chocolate, you can get Bryn to jump off a building for a simple bar of white chocolate.
    And~ Police and CSI kinda shows are good enough for him, if the internet's down and the Xbox's broken, he'll pounce on the DVR and watch the heck out of any show along those lines.


    Dislikes: Downers, Bullies, Killjoys, or Buzz kills, this is the only time you will ever see Bryn actually hate someone. Anyone who can put a rain on his parade is no where near an acquaintance.
    Hackers, as a Tech Junky you can always learn to hate people who decide to disable your move controls just to win in Mortal Kombat.

    Powers (1 or 2 max.): "Heh, I'm too cool to have powers."


    Goals: Win a free Tobuscus Shirt, avoid the School, that, or kick their hard butts.


    Extras!
    What do I call you OOC?: Abbie or Panda is fine.
    Activity Level: I'm active if I want to be, my school schedule is very flexable.


    Ideas for plots: Hmm...I'll think of something when it gets into momentum.


    Other: Eh, to be honest I'm not one who obsesses over characters. I'll just leave that to Bryn. xDDD

  • Someday I'll live like You died for Me (Semi-Advanced W.I.P possibly private)

    Semi-Advanced, if you enter, beware of flooding, cursing, violence, and most possibly cliche' romance. Thank you. Meanwhile, in the land of pictures, this is what my character looks like...Sorta. Also, this will probably be a W.I.P for a while.))))


    Sweat pored down her face (GREAT WAY TO START THIS), her chest heaving up and down as she stared down a long, white empty room. "TCH!" A speaker phone crackled to life at the push of a button, she didn't know where the speaker was in the room, but there was a thread of restraint left in the shifter to keep herself from ripping the device from it's place and smashing it to bits. "Please re-run the course till further instructions." And there needs to be a clean up on the fourth isle... She growled inwardly, turning her scowling face down to her feet to see her knees trembling with exhaustion. Her light, green eyes narrowed, her frown deepening even further into her face as she forced herself to launch forward, angling herself to fall face first without the help of her skinned hands. Slight, black strands of hair started to sprout against her outstretched arms as she felt her adrenaline pump harder and her mind flow through certain thoughts that triggered the reaction. Every human feature in the sixteen year old disappeared, changing into the form of a black wolf.

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    || Yeah, it'd be twelve. Ice is still nineteen present time, right? ||


    Tundra tapped her fingernails against the wooden flooring, her purple eyes flashing with slight interest as she traced some of the wood's lines and circles. Her legs were high up in the air, moving back and forth as she hummed along to a little tune inside her head. The window in the room pored in light as she listened to some of the murmurs in the other room, Any second now... Thud. Tundra's lean body jerked slightly, she knew it was coming, it still scared her. A yelp, then laughter. She couldn't help smiling at that, it was good to know that they were doing something, and that she was completely out of the loop.


    "Tundraaaaa!"


    Head, floor. Moaning at the sound of her brother calling her. She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" She droned back, turning her head to the doorless door frame. Yep, she wasn't going to move for awhile. As for the door? Well, you could probably thank Ice for that.

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    || Then yes, Twelve. ||


    "Mmph?" Tundra managed to hum out, shutting one eye and looking up at Ice. She glanced hesitantly at Ice's hand, narrowing her eyes at her brother before asking, "What are we doing?" She frowned, usually she would encourage something like this, but whatever they were doing seemed like it was going to end with a body or two. After a few seconds of pondering, the twelve-year old's cold, pale hand found it's way into Ice's as she planted her bare feet on the floor beneath her, and felt herself being pulled up.


    || ONE THIRTY SHORT POSTS YAY. ||

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    "It has been kinda dwindling away lately..." Tundra mumbled, following her brother out through the hall. She was eager to get out of the house for once, she had rolled, scooted, and wormed her way around that room for the past few days. Maybe I should get markers, draw on the walls. She thought, smiling at what she ideas she could spew across the walls. What could she say, she was easily amused


    She skipped out the door, pausing to take in the little wrestling match between the other two boys. She chuckled, shaking her head at the two before looking up at Ice. "Nah, they get boring after awhile." She answered, not even thinking twice about the choice. Tundra would follow Ice like a sheep no matter where he'd go.

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    Tundra's purple eyes drifted up to the sky, "Mmm, I'll go solo. It's been awhile since I've really given my wings a good work out." She nodded with a smile, carefully stretching her wings out on the porch. They had been neatly folded in the house to prevent her whacking anyone in the face, or knocking something a few inches out of it's place. It hit her every time she let them reach to their longest point, some sort of rush or urge to blast off into the sky. Or at least, that's what she wish she could do. What she lacked in speed she made up for her fatigue. She gave her feathers a little shake before hopping down the stairs down to Ice's level, if you could call it that at all. "After you, good sir."

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    Tundra's eyes flashed a brighter purple, feeling herself swelling up as she took one breath. She bolted forward, counting her footfall as she took powerful strokes in time with her feet. Her bare feet kicked off the ground, sending a little cloud of dust behind her as she felt herself surge up towards her brother. Ahh, that was much better. She could feet the higher winds start to play with her feathers and long hair. "So! Anything else you're thinking of doing after 'groceries'?" She asked, keeping herself level with her brother. In a spur of the moment thought, Tundra angled herself and wings downward, swooping down to caught a small thread of wind few feet below Ice.


    Gliding and Free falling, best things to do in the air in her book.

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    || Nathan called me, 'Kiddo' again. xD ||


    The little albino could see the city's towers slowly come closer, her brother was almost a dot ahead of her, not big deal really, Tundra knew she'd catch up to him eventually. Telepathic powers, okay. Wing power, not so much. She gained altitude with careful strokes of her wings as she saw the dot drop into the trees, Nice time for flying. Too bad we're gonna be walking half of the day. She thought, half to herself, half to who ever could hear that. In her case, Ice. A few feet above where Ice had been soaring, keeping herself level with the wind before Tundra shut her wings to let gravity take over.


    Her arrival didn't take long after that, Tundra repeated those same actions till she spotted where Ice had dropped. Alighting not-so gracefully a few yards away from her brother, recovering with her legs crossed and her arms up high like she had preformed some circus trick. "Tadaaaaa." She panted, flopping her arms down at her side, feeling the need to fall back on the grass and leaves.

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    Tundra gave a few extra steps, her head turned up to her brother as she barely kept up with him. Why am I not taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall. She complained silently, tightening her lips as her purple eyes raked across the river of people. "Hmm, look for someone with a suit, shiny shoes, brief case, talking into a classy looking earpiece while playing Angry Birds. A tie is optional." Stereotypes, can't live without 'um.

  • Falling at a 1,000 feet Per Second [Private]

    || You're screwed up. xDDD ||


    Tundra gave an exasperated sigh, crossing her arms as she put her weight one one leg, refusing to move from her spot in the crowd. She watched Ice approach the woman, rolling her eyes as she started to chew into her cheek. It was amazing how they were so easily manipulated, even without mind reading and all that jazz. She wasn't into pick pocketing, but she couldn't lie, it was rather useful when you were short on money.


    Tundra blinked, striding towards Ice, assuming that she had heard him wrong when he mentioned the word, "Bank". She was surprised at the bold suggestion, but this was her brother, nothing was too bold for him. She weighed her head, casting her eyes up the the sky as she reflected on what he had said. "Sure, I'm game." She replied, what could possibly go wrong?

  • . Coming Back .

    I haven't been gone, I've just been lurking around the Maximum Ride boards. Perhaps you've seen me somewhere in the "Who's Online"?


    Anyhow, I really want to get back into animals. It's just, I don't know how. But I want to stay interested. So, if you guys have a plot or an open cat, I'm more than happy to roleplay with you.


    Right now, all I have is a cat{kittypet} concept; [link] But yeah, that's all I've got in the animal board right now.


    Thanks for checking this out, sorry if this wasn't what you're looking for. The title did seem like I had a 1,000 word plot. xD

  • LilacXCharmander(open)

    Username| Pandemonium


    Name(Tribe name)| Fathoms Where Fish Play, or more commonly referred to as "Fathoms" or "Fathom"


    Gender| Female


    Apperance| Dilute tortie with yellow eyes, and stocky build.


    Personality| A strange kit, that Fathom. She's determined to learn everything there is to know about the world, every strand of a legend told by the elders, and point out flaws in absolutely every theory possible. Although she usually comes to contradicting herself, and finding that she is completely wrong. Fathom is easily confused, and indecisive, but lovable non the less. Even though her competitive side takes over from time to time, she cherishes her family, friends, and beliefs.


    Rp sample| She slowly crept towards a patch of grass, the tortie's yellow eyes fixed on a bug that had decided to rest itself upon the blades of the green plant. No, she wasn't hunting. Definitely not, some would call it staring, some would call it stalking, practicing, or playing. But to the kit, she was studying. Once again, Fathoms Where Fish Play, had found herself something to watch, and observe. It was the first time she had ever seen a creature so small, and so strange, it was irresistible to the dilute tortie. Her eyebrows where slowly starting to sink upon her yellow eyes as she watched the locust's long legs stretch in and out, while it's eyes just stared back at her. What is it? How'd it get here? Why isn't it running? Why has no one told me about these things? Questions swirled in the tiny kit's mind as the locust fidgeted in Fathom's gaze, preparing itself to leap away. It kicked off the grass, and spread it's wings sending itself flying away towards a nearby bush, while Fathom hissed and fluffed out her grey fur and retreated towards the Nursery, "Momma! Momma! I saw something! Come look! Come look!"


    Other| LxC FOVEREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRERERERE~
    Also, I'm open for a better name for the sweetie. As long as it has the word "Fathom" in it, I'm in love with that word... xD

  • мιcro х wolғ~ѕтαrтιɴɢ α тree!(Closed forevers)

    [align=center][font=georgia]--About Me--
    Display Name: Pandemonium
    Activity: I'm inactive on Fridays from 8:00AM to 4:00PM
    Muse: It usually depends on who I'm roleplaying with.


    --About Nexus--
    Kit's Name: Nexus
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Nexus is a short haired, dark grey tom, with a simple, sleek build.
    Personality: Nexus is a quiet tom, he likes to keep to himself, but doesn't mind the company of his family members. He likes simple things, such as climbing, and hunting. Although quite when it comes to conversation, but when it comes to beliefs or opinions, he's willing to guard it with his life.
    Plots: I don't really have anything at the moment.
    Other: Nope, sorry, nothing.