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❝ anchordrop ❞
[size=7pt]This is how an angel dies,
blame it on my own sick pride.
blame it on my ADD, baby;
sail! sail! sail!
sail! sail![/size]
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display name| ♔ deer
character name| Anchordrop
character gender| Female
rank| Nova
personality| Well, let's start it off this way. Think of Anchordrop as a human just for a second, and think of all your middle school or high school cliques. Think about the geeks, preps, etc etc. Well, I suppose you could say that Anchordrop would be that pretty sports player. Determined, powerful; could rip off the other team's faces with a volleyball. Pretty good, for a nova, huh? Well, it sounds a bit overaggressive, but nothing as extreme as a BloodClan deputy/third tier/leader or whatever. Be thankful, heh.
Well yeah, Anchordrop is rather persistent, but not in an annoying way. The delicate Maine Coon knows when to stop and when to give up, when she actually will have the courage to give up. It takes awhile before Anchordrop can swallow her self pride and buckle down, sometimes [doesn't mean she can be irresponsible, but hey. she's only a cat]. Seriously, I could write paragraphs and paragraphs about how dedicated this little lady can be, but unfortunately most of us don't have the time to sit and listen to me ramble. So, let me give you all a metaphor; Anchordrop is that turtle in the race versus the rabbit, or whatever it's called. As long as you catch my drift, then you're good. If not, then.. well, you and I need to have a talk and hit the nursery books.
And woo, if you've got something to say to her face, say it. You don't wanna know what Anchordrop did to the last she-cats that were talking about her behind her back! Of course she won't physically put her claws on anyone, having self control and all. But her words can pack a really nasty punch, so if you don't want to run into your den crying then, just.. don't make her angry. Anchordrop could easily ruin someone's reputation in the snap of a finger, just as anyone else was. But believe me, honey, she'll pick the nastiest way to do it, and do it slowly. Just like a murder, I guess?
As a side note, it isn't exactly diagnosed, but Anchordrop has a bit of OCD. She's very organized about most things, meaning her tasks and especially her physical appearance. If there's an odd thing misplaced in the camp, she's even gonna go out of her way just to fix it. If there's a strand of fur sticking up, you better believe that she's gonna fix it. Some cats give her weird looks sometimes, but hey. She just blames it on the fact that she's a girl; is there really a better excuse than that? Yeah? Well tell me.
appearance| Well, take a peek at the picture above. What do you see? A cat, right? Well, of course. That's what clans are made of, right? Mostly. Well, let's work on the structure; from the bones to the fur.
Basically, since she is a Maine Coon, she's gonna be bigger than the average feline femme. The little-- or well, big, beauty is rather tall &a good amount of muscle is laid out like a blanket. Her paws are rounded [just like her muzzle, a bit], and her pitch black claws are pretty long also. Her bones have nothing wrong, it seems. No internal chaos here? No? Good.
Again, this lovely lady is a Maine Coon, so what does that mean, kiddies? Thick fur! Yeah, her fur is very long and matted, being a pain in the ass to groom sometimes. It gets tangled and knotted and it's just bad, it sometimes even ruins her good moments. These 'good moments' are rather hard to ruin though, so I guess she would need to be careful of that fur. It's not a crazy reason in her mind, though.
The pattern on the cat hair is just a nice brown with some painted on almost-black stripes. These great stripes are rather thick and a bit dotted, still managing to connect a bit though. The brown fades to an almost cream on almost her entire neck, underbelly, muzzle, and around her eyes &toes. I know that
is a lot, but it doesn't seem so bad if you saw a picture of her [well there's one above]. There's not a touch of white on her sleek body, just light browns and creams and such!
And lastly, her big eyes are a bright orange; almost like a pumpkin or the actual fruit orange. They're always shining and round; and her iris is actually really big. She actually looks a bit high off catnip sometimes, but that's just.. her, I guess? They're like puppy eyes, actually.
history| Well, everything is created from a little love. Anchordrop's mom was a kittypet, and her father was a rogue. They got together a short time after they met and mated, producing Anchordrop and a few brothers. Growing up with her brothers, she had to learn how to stand up for herself and compete, etc.
Well, Anchordrop was actually born in BloodClan. Her parents didn't actually believe in staying in one clan for a long period of time. She bounced from place to place: BloodClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan; you name it. You can probably imagine the hurt or how hard it was for her to leave good friends behind, but hey. You learn. All of this actually lasted only until she was the age of fifteen months, which was the age that she declared her own independence and settled into FireworksClan, which was quite a while ago.
In the future, I plan on having her getting into an abusive relationship, but she won't tell anyone because she fears for her life. Anchordrop will probably be scarred physically from this mean tom, which may cause suspicion from the rest of the clan. Also, maybe a lot of trips to the Shimmer's den. Yaaayy, adventure. Prize: ridicule and even more suspicion.
why do you want this position?| Alright, well if you hadn't heard it before; I really want a hp along with other people! Like, really badly. I won't lie. ;3 I'm not just in it for the hp anyway, this would be a very fun experience to develop plots for characters and make new friends. And trust me, I'm very social, I love plots &friends. And I've actually never roleplayed an official deputy, so I'm pretty sure this could open up some new doors for me personally! [It's also a personal goal honestly, I've wanted this for two years.]
And the more I write with this character the more attached I get, so even if I don't get the nova position I won't be a poor sport!! I'll probably try to get her to be a well-known warrior and have her stick around, then try again if the position is ever open ooc!
how active are you? On every day. [i]7-9/10[/i]
any roleplay example done in the past week|
[fancypost borderwidth=0][size=8]ooc| omg lydia is stuck in my head ;____;
And oops I accidentally pressed submit aahhh.
ic| Littlefear scratched the surface of the rubble, running from her own fears. It was actually very common of her to be running from almost anything, though. However, the lovely lady felt as if her life was slowly crumbling away and giving into the countdown if she actually hadn't start to do something with it. Something, anything. Anything at all. Of course it wasn't as easy as it is to speak; it could be as hard as teaching a kitten to speak.
Her pace slowed as her breath grew thicker and harder, a bit too extreme for her lungs. Littlefear was really starting to exceed her limits, she'd better be careful if she doesn't want a burst lung or two. But she was a feline-- a serval, to be exact; she didn't really care or know a lot about her internal organs. Sometimes she'd like to harvest others' organs, but still.
Curiosity soon caught the she-kitty's eyes when she saw the peak of an underground burrow opening. Her attention was now hooked on the opening, wondering what was inside. It wasn't like a badger or fox, or snake or maybe a rabbit would be in there anyway. Littlefear didn't know where it would take her either, or how long it would be.. You get the point. Lets get straight to it: Littlefear crept inside that tunnel, feeling her way around with her nose and paw pads. Her olive eyes weren't yet adjusted to the sudden pitch-black darkness, but they would soon enough.
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