Posts by Lumia

Hey everyone! The name's Lumia. c:

I have a little story here. I used to be a member of this site about a year and a half-ish ago. I joined this site the summer before seventh grade started for me, but quit a little bit into the seventh grade year as it was too stressing for me to continue. I have roleplayed on and off on other sites such as Visionary Tales and Betrayal- a wrpg, but never been committed to either. But as I'm in the eighth grade now, I stumbled back across this site and decided to give it another shot!

I should probably tell a little bit about myself. I'm in the eighth grade, and the only things I got going for me are long hair and long legs. c: I am extremely anti-social and introverted in real life, and only have one friend who I consider my best friend. I am bipolar and have ADD, I think I'll share that just for some little fun facts. xD I love hip-hop dancing, and want to be a veterinarian when I go off to college. Music is my life and has helped me through everything bad and good that's went on in my life. I listen to ANYTHING as long as it's good. My favorite genres are rock/modern rock, rap, and dubstep, but as I said, anything goes for me. I also enjoy reading and writing as pasttimes, and have been told I should aspire to be an author because of my writing skills.

Well, that's about it. I would love to get to know more of you awesome people and learn my way around the site again, as I forgot mostly everything and it's COMPLETELY different since the last time I saw it! Don't be afraid to chat me, as I love making friends (online as I suck at it irl) and roleplaying.

Thanks for the welcomes guys! And sure, Krista, that'd be great. xP

Oops sorry that Kai Anderson was me. Sorry. -.- *noob*

Lolwut?

And yeah, I roleplay guys better then girls, which is sad considering I am a girl. Dx So can I roleplay?

Thanks for the welcome! xD It's nice to meet you too.
And really? What a coincidence. c:

THEN I GO. *flies away* And I love the idea of first person you got going there, it's different. c:

I run a hand tiredly through my hair as I trudge through the halls, shouldering past the people in my way. I wasn't in too good of a mood today. My father came home at five o clock in the morning and I had to tend to him, and was almost late for school. I really hated the drunk b*stard, but there was nothing I could do to change him. So I just put up with it.

I finally found my locker, and did the combination quickly. To my relief, it easily popped open and I deposited all my stuff into it. I lazily grabbed my Science supplies and slammed it shut, locking it securely. I glanced at my schedule, seeing we had a different Science teacher then last year. So a different classroom. Oh great... I thought, not in the mood to go wandering through the halls. I had no choice. So I continued on my way to find the Science classroom, trying to ignore the majority of the people. I didn't really have any friends, but I somewhat liked that. No drama, and peace and quiet. I still wanted the company of at least one person though, but no one ever looked twice at me. Usually.

You ish welcome, good sir. i dont care your a woman i call everyone sir cause imma bawss c;

HAHA that's cool. x3
And thanks for the welcome!

OOC: Okaaay. c:

IC: I heaved a sigh as I entered the Science classroom and saw the utter mess it was in. Boys were shouting and laughing and throwing stuff around the room, and the girls were all giggling and flirting while applying buttloads of makeup. Well, at least most of them were. This is a typical high school for ya. I thought with a roll of my eyes as I plunked my stuff down in an empty seat in the back. I took out all the stuff I needed and started drumming my fingers impatiently on the desk, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Thanks!
-noms cupcake-

Username: Lumia

Display: Lumia

Activity Level (1-10): 9.5-10/10

Muse (1-10): 8/10

Name of kit: Vesuviatekit > Vesuviatepaw > Vesuviatebehavior

Gender: Femme' | She-kitty

Appearance: Vesuviatekit isn't much to look at when she's a youngling. Her fur is of the soft, fluffy quality that reminds her she isn't a strong, confident warrior ready to serve BloodClan. She's only a kit. At first glance, she may even look that dreaded word...cute. Her face is small and angular, and the tiny pink nose complements the fluffy tufts of fur. Not to mention her mere size, which is small and vulnerable. And if she weren't from BloodClan, cats would find how her left ear is slightly smaller then the right is absolutely adorable. The second this kit opens her mouth though, all previous assumptions are shot to the ground like a bolt of lightning.

That fluffiness hides most of the true colors of her fur, which are spastic patches of brown, fawn, tan, white, black, and silvery gray. She's a true tortie. The soft fluffiness of kithood just makes her fur look like a mash of blended browns and grays, not very attractive at all. In fact, the only thing even close to "beautiful" about her is her eyes. They are the same roundness and shine the same depth all kits should have, but they glow not with content innocence, but with fierce intensity and pride. The deep amber/copper color complements the confident fire burning within nicely.

The eyes are the only thing that don't change about her as she matures into a full-fledged warrior of BloodClan. They are the same color and sparkle with the same flames as kithood. Her fur loses its fluffy and blurred sheen, and actually turns out quite nice-looking. It is short and aglow when she takes the time to wash it. Her legs are mostly all white, as well as her muzzle. She has a black raccoon mask that gives evil depth to her haunted eyes. The rest is a pretty mix of browns, blacks, and white. The cute angular face of young life has changed drastically. Her face sharpened and angled deeper, giving her a rather evil appearance. Not to mention the multitude of scars that ravage her body and face, and the rippling muscles hid under her course fur. She looks like a true BloodClanner, something she wears proudly.

Personality: This kitty's biggest weakness is her overconfidence. No, she doesn't believe she's the most powerful cat in the Clan, and she knows her place well in BloodClan, but she doesn't seem to know when to just stop. She has a fierce temper, but it takes a lot to rile her up enough to snap and she can mostly keep her emotions in check. But if you antagonize her enough, she will challenge you. No matter WHO you are. That's her biggest problem.

Vesuviatekit is full of limitless energy. She can go for forever, it seems to most. She has lots to say, and for the most part, will say it. She's not one to keep secrets, especially if it has to do with a rival or enemy. She's not afraid to throw her opinion out there and debate with the high positions, though she's not careless enough to do it in a bratty way or without respect. She respects the high positions and thinks very highly of them, mostly because her mother is the leader. She would do anything for them and you'd be hard pressed to find a more loyal, hard-working member of BloodClan.

Though she has a hard time with keeping her trap shut most times and can think too highly of herself, she is quite cunning and witty. Her words can be her greatest weapon if she so chooses it. It would be stupid to issue a verbal debate with her, as she has a way of slyly twisting her opponent's words against him/herself. It's a strength she prides herself on. She also has the benefit of the doubt. Most look at her small size and won't notice her easily concealed muscles and think she's no threat. She revels in the pleasure of proving them wrong.

Though she seems like a harsh, confident kitty on the outside, that isn't all of who she is. She doesn't have a cliche "softer side". No, she's too much the embodiment of BloodClan to have one. What she does have, though, is a listening side. If you manage to win her hard-earned trust, she will make time for you and show her affection for you. Maybe in a weird way, maybe in a bad way, maybe in a way that could physically or emotionally hurt the other, but she finds a way. She makes sure to listen to problems and give the advice she thinks will help, though most of the times it's not too good. She's definitely not the understanding type, but she can at least sympathize.

Why do you want this kit?: I am quite new here but very literate and advanced. I find BloodClan to be a very interesting Clan and I am looking to the adoptions to either adopt a kit or cat instead of joining the Clan as an outsider. I also think that I can twist this kit into a very unique, confident individual and think up of many plots for her. I've been looking to make my first ever cat one I will never forget.

Plot Ideas?: For one thing, she will end up having kits, but I'm not too sure about an actual mate. I don't think she will be able to take commitment like that. I've also been thinking I could buy a power for her, to spice things up. Maybe she can risk her life as an apprentice for a HP and that could earn her the respect she deserves and craves? I don't really have too many ideas yet, I'm more of a "roleplay and think along the way type of person". xD

Roleplay Sample:

Other/Notes?: Blacksky

Finished?: Yep, all the way!

Devon threw himself into a chair at the coffee shop and ran a hand tiredly through his hair. Buttloads of homework had been piled on them today and the 17 year old wasn't sure how much more he could take. His grades were failing because of a bad home life and the kids at school bullied him constantly about his sexuality. He knew it was a mistake telling his so-called "friends" that he was gay. They ditched him almost instantly after the words left his lips. Now it was constant shoving and leering and stealing and beating that went on at school every day. Not to mention that since the death of his mother, his father has been nothing but a drunk idiot that neglects everything about his son.

Devon's hazel eyes darted around the near-empty store as he slipped off his backpack and placed it on the seat beside him. A waitress came over and he ordered a coffee. He looked out the window as he waited and saw that the leaves were almost all off the trees. They stood like shadowed skeletons over the sidewalks and roads. Fall was closing and winter was soon going to be on its way.

OOC: That was mean. Dx

IC: I lifted my head as the loudspeaker came on, and the class stopped. The teacher swung his head around as well, and we all wondered what was going on.

"Hello, students of Timothy F. Alexander High School. This is Bradley Winger, and I just wanted to read you some poetry to day."
'My shadow casts a haunting black blotch on the wall,
my head banging against the wall.
They punch me and tease me,
hurt me both physically and mentally.
Their rude chants fill my head,
all my thoughts swilring in my minds.
'Will I die?'
'Is this how my life ends?'
Finally, someone shows up at the door.
A heroic figure fills up the door frame.
My brother.
'Let go of him!' he demands. pushing the rude men out of my grasp.
He picks me up and rushes me inside.
There, we heal me and both smile.
Why is the world full of bullies?
That is the one question that has no solution.'"

The first thought that ran through my mind was how beautiful of a poem that was. The second thought was that no kid should be writing poems about stuff like that. My third thought was why people do this to others. It's just wrong and stupid, to be frank. I was the only one silent as the class roared with laughter, and my eyes narrowed. This was the reason I didn't have any friends. I didn't want friends that were cruel like this. It was just sick and wrong.

The name of the boy resonated through my head. "Zach" I murmured, and I felt anger towards the rest of the kids and sorrow for the poor kid that had to go through this. I figured that if I ever ran into him between classes or during lunch, I would try and talk to him. If he wanted to be talked too. I figured he probably wouldn't, but it didn't hurt to give it a shot.

Devon looked up as he heard the squeak of chair legs against linoleum. A boy, and a rather cute one at that, was sitting quite near him. His black hair was a dark contrast to his bright eyes and pale skin. Devon was intrigued, despite himself. He recognized the guy from the halls, but didn't know him personally. He had never really noticed the kid before, but was sure he was in the grade beneath him. He tried not to stare as he received his coffee and sipped quietly at it.

~Tracking

This seems pretty cool. x3

OOC: I'm sorry but I would prefer you to be at least semi-advanced. I don't like roleplaying with only one or two sentence replies.

OOC: I think I would enjoy this roleplay, but I'm just wondering, is the guy I'll play going to be a guy who kidnaps her or just someone who she can run into and they develop a friendship/something more and all that?

OOC: Ok then! (: Jw, but do you want him to be human or something else? OH and would he just be kidnapping her just because, or should he kidnap her because he works for someone else or for a group that kidnaps girls for prostitution or something of the like, but then he feels bad and helps her escape?

IC: Devon watched Nyx intently, his golden eyes flashing with longing as she walked away from the school, from him. She had to be the most beautiful thing God had created, the most perfect being. He wasn't obsessed with her, no, but she was the only thing that made his bleak days bright. They had never really had a conversation, only passing "hellos" in the hall or stolen glances during a class. He wanted more. He wanted to know her, everything about her.

☤ Username/What you'd like to be called: Lumia | Anything you want! c:
☤ Name: Naakia [NAH-KEE-AH]
☤ Gender: Femme' | She-kitty
☤ Rank [DON'T SIGN UP FOR HPS!]: Fighter
☤ Understand the Rules?: Crystal clear to me.