Posts by ~Hidden Angel~

Cool, cool. You're accepted. ^^

ooc--Yeah, I reread the message just recent and realized my mistake, just didn't go around to fix it. lol
Alrighty, I'll go and fix it, then.
Also, take your time on responses, I know that struggle.

Edit: My post is ready to go, then.

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Ic:As Dakota waited, she began to become even more so involved with her thoughts. She was rethinking the battle, wondering if it'd be anything to really keep Furiosa away, to fend for Lyulf herself instead of trying to cut corners in the series of saving both damsel in distress and the little nosy pup who the human female utterly treasured--out there, it was a disaster, an utter mess but she couldn't help her mistake. If she had just made her way to prevent the catastrophe of getting stuck with her pack mates frozen in fear of the Feral and made it to a point that Furiosa hadn't needed to make the ultimatum to save the little boy--If the Beta was strong enough to have moved quickly and get what she had needed, then she wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place. She wouldn't have had these deep gashes all over her body, she wouldn't have had to be this angry!
Dakota clenched her jaw, her hands balled up into fists as frustration once again drew all over her. Only then did her ears prick at the annoyed and troubled sigh from across the right, she turned her head and saw Scarlett standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, studying and accessing her. Dakota merely flashed a grin, arcing her eyebrows up in a silent questioning but as the Gamma averted her gaze and her soft voice gave the command to go closer and sit upon the medical beds, the Beta's lips pursed. "Yes Ma'am," The brunette uttered softly, more in a joking way but as her tone veered to one more stiff and annoyed than what was intended, heat rose against her cheeks in slight embarrassment--She was never one for jokes much anyways in both grasping them as well as otherwise. Oh well.
Scarlett began to gather supplies and all Dakota could do was watch her as she sensed a partial anger, a loose sense of focus sharpen the air and the Beta began to hesitate on speaking. She was already awkwardly sitting at the edge of the bed, hands curled tightly and knuckles white upon the pressure yet her mind raced along the lines of concern and knowing irritability. The stench of the humans clouded the workplace, even then Scarlett's scent masked it, too--could it be that's why she's upset? The Gamma was naturally a shy yet caring person, and she normally wasn't so distraught, this was all the more reason to address something, no? "You wanna talk about it?" Dakota said bluntly, cocking her head over just a smidgen as her hazel-azure gaze brightly gleamed in curiosity. "You've never been one to really be like this, so..." She fumbled semi-awkwardly. "What's wrong?"
She mentally hit herself over the head as she then lowered her head in defeat. She should've just stayed quiet from the get go. Such a way of words you have here, do you really need to ask the obvious? The brunette chided herself, holding back a small groan. Kota wasn't ever one to have been part of the social 'in crowd' but now, sitting here as awkwardly as she was, she really wished she was. All she ever did was work, think of the pack, being a strict 'mother hen' of sorts, she liked to think but that wasn't the same if she couldn't even speak right to her fellow pack mates, no, it was a disgrace and a let down--a fatal flaw. Only then did Dakota let out a small, snide chuckle to herself. No wonder no one likes talking to me and fumbles around, She thought to herself, shaking her head softly as she covered her face with her hands. "Oh, I'm such an idiot."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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_{ooc:Nah, you're pretty good--gives me apt plans for the future and it's gonna be fun! :P}

ic:Now this was the tough part for Clara, acting ignorant, and frankly, if she were to be completely honest, she was never ever good enough at it--it didn't sound right in her mind because she knew and sometimes that knowledge bled through her till she was painted into the picture itself. But she had to do this, she had to act naive--she mentally rehearsed herself in every which way possible, and every way she acted more charismatic and suave than usual, more eccentric and impressive...she was delving into a fictional world, really. Clara closed her eyes softly, inhaled a deep breath and then let it go. Her once driving thoughts slipped away and condensed into the cold winds, she was gonna be fine, okay. She had this, She was gonna do--
The door opened just a crack and Clara's posture went from dazed, awkward to casual in stature. Her hands folded into her zipped up leather jacket, her long brunette hair was swept in as her pensive hazel stare flickered towards the crack just so, black pools enraptured and wide as the sparkle in her irises shifted towards curiosity than that of vivid alarm. She then cleared her throat, parted her thick cherry lips to speak and her heart raced--You've got this!--only to stop the moment her ears heard the soft, breathy whisper of a female enter the fray. The person she was addressing was the girl she had just stalked across the clearing, all her confidence swept back and shrank into cowardice.
Her words withered on her tongue the moment she drank in the image of the nervous girl in front of her, seeing the deep blue gaze more or less hazy as her blonde hair was not as well kept, instead shimmered wildly like she had gone through terrors or had woken up just about now--Clara kept back the urge to wince. "Ah, no, actually..." Clara managed to say, to her surprise. "I'm here for you, well, I mean...I wanted to check up on you since you ran out of school in such a panic--we bumped in the hallways and..." The brunette realized she was teetering on her tip toes and rocked back and forth, she wasn't making straight eye contact with her, either--why was she so nervous? So much for a good first impression. "Do you mind if I come inside? It's all sorts of chilly out here and I was sorta hoping we could talk a bit--if you want to, that is. I just thought I'd let you know what we did in class and all, fill you in...see if I can talk you out of first day jitters," She lightly joked among the nervous babble and yet, her mind wandered once more.
More so on the fact that if she did go inside, she'd be entering Tamed territory, and this was a mixed roll of the dice. This girl was certainly important, being a descendant on a well known Tamed spirit, however, she held more than human traits, her naivety on scents and how she stumbled on her terrain without a moment's hesitation--it was rather troublesome. What of her Uncle? Clara bit her lip, wariness aside, she should be focused and composed. She wasn't allowed to act out, she surely wasn't supposed to be a disgrace but if was the Tamed who, indeed, attacked her instead, her Wilds dominance was allowed to spread--but she hoped this wasn't the case.
Rapidly blinking out of her thoughts, Clara then took a step forwards, a gentle look cast upon her features as allowance eagerly shifted into her posture, silently she was asking to be let inside the mansion. "I'm Clara, by the way," She subtly introduced, a half smile formed upon her lips. "In case you were wondering just who I was."
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Alrighty, love. No rush. ^^

Bump!

I'mma just lock this, then...

The creatures of night always attract some people, flipping their once set knowledge of how to spend the days and tastes to simply becoming zombies who come alive in the twilight--they thrill along the club lights and alcohol, they yearn to have fun and once the new blood come in, there's no turning back. Here we have Muse A, a party goer and a full blooded creature of the night who bleeds out charisma and grace, Muse B is the exact opposite--but due to *insert reason here* they decided to try out the new scene, just for kicks. It's no coincidence that Muse A and B meet up after a few drinks--Muse A is cool, collected and sultry, Muse B is anything but, they're nervous and alarmed, unsure of everything. After a few noticeable traits, Muse A realizes they are New Blood and she tries everything to convince them to stay.
Muse B is reluctant on the new attention, not denying it but is a little bitter on the advances, silently becoming hypnotized by Muse A. Muse A is, of course, relentless but it's a mental tug of war between the two as once they become connected, they fly off the deep end. The attraction is present and Muse A is nursing old wounds and hardships of B whilst Muse B is feeding off her wild energy and light. As this was to veer off in a one-night-stand, the next morning, Muse A holds a mark on her arm that wasn't there before and Muse B shares the same.

Okay, so this thread is sorta supernatural, I was gonna go for a club 'one night stand turning into something else' thing but that's sorta cliche--not that this isn't but we do have an interesting twist. So this is kinda gonna be after this mark, which should be there after progression, we can go plot for what happens next. I left it at something that's to be desired, so let's have fun with this eh?

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In a society where people are sent to jail on even minor accords, sentenced for life, mind you, and everyone but Muse A has a person, or mutiple people, assigned to them that is supposed to help them see 'the error of their ways' and help them cope in the prison grounds, be it as a therapist or a friend, nothing more, Muse A is one that is confided in one cell all by her lonesome, been that way since she entered the system, ordered with little contact except perhaps by guards or so due to 'social problems' and various incidences according other prisoners. Many people have different theories on what Muse A is in here for despite her being the main threat. Muse B has been assigned to study Muse A, to try and help her anger issues and be a productive member of society. Between the two of them, Muse A isn't wanting to talk, testing Muse B limits by trying to get into her mind whilst Muse B is stressing out over the new position and job, not entirely happy with her placing--though this could go into a cat and mouse type play, Muse A draws the line in the proverbial sand, not wanting to participate in this little experiment.
Muse B becomes alarmed, now settling in and feels the need to help Muse A. Thus, through little exercises and all, they begin to sorta trust one another or so. Through this, Muse A becomes dependent on her, greedy when Muse B gets other prisoners to help and so forth, finally explaining her inherent attraction and why she's in jail--hoping that Muse B will understand that Muse A has imprinted on her.

This thread was made by me and a friend of mine who quit the site, so I was left with this little plot and wanted to see how it went. After the imprint, I was hoping we'd get into a 'thriller' nature of some sort but I just wanna test how well this'll be before I get too invested into it, y'know?
If it gets to a specific point, then I'll plot with you after to see where we can go from there.

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ic:There were whispers outside her room, she could hear them. They all spoke the same words, no matter how unclear and muffled it was, it didn't matter to her--they asked about her; her levels or how rough the shift was and that made the girl grin. She liked how they did that, as if they were scared of her and it made it all the better, Van liked the fear. She loved how it seeped through the walls of the heavily barricaded metal door and taint the supposedly pure air of the sterile white room she inhabited--it was as if she could smell it and frankly it wouldn't be so bad, she hadn't inhaled a different scent in a while, unless you counted disinfectant. She was trapped into this little cell, unable to leave it unless it were for something special like a meeting for the prisoners or an off chance for a guest to arrive--but that hadn't happened in a while, in fact, not in days...or had it been months, perhaps even years? Van's tongue rolled along her teeth as she took the thought into account, shaking her head softly at the very gall of it roaming inside her brain.
It's not like she craved for attention, affection or human contact, really, it was almost alien to her. She didn't need it if all she really did was imagine them later splayed in some way, something triggering her and then Van went into one of her moods. She was sentenced in Juvie but as she grew of that, they transferred her here--the only problem she had there was the boys wanting to break her. Yet, she had no problem breaking the other girls paired with her in Juvie. Van rubbed her hands together, reminiscing every time the nurses and officers came in to either break her and her little victim of the week away from making out and otherwise or simply to break it up as Nessa was close on the verge to kill her--she knew how to make people uncomfortable and snap in a matter of seconds.
She was supposed to be in college now, if she were a great member of society. Dorms, stressful classes, making friends, making love--things normal people would do but now was wasted away ever since she did her crime in the world at the age of sixteen and all those little things that were to be milestones, well, they were but a fantasy in her mind. School was unneeded, stress was already built and friends were nothing to her, as for lovers, well, she was already dirty; she didn't need to be saved by some man who felt the need to stick himself into her to make amends on their conscious or whatever made them go to sleep at night because she was just what they needed right then and there due to her wild and toxic nature. Women, though, they were nothing but playthings in Juvie--the only she ever yearned for in a 'good citizen' category was the needs to smoke and drink, those left her a long time ago. She still missed it, admittedly. The feel of someone's skin beneath hers, the greasy liquid in her throat and the smoke that left her mouth, the feeling of being high--
The door squeaked and she bursted out of her thoughts immediately, a big well muscular male had strolled in, his brown-hazel eyes glimmered in fiery disappointment and scorn as he stared at her sitting on the messy, cracked tile flooring with legs spread wide to comfort her frame as it lounged against the corners of the wall. All the brunette did was incline her head just a bit, arc a brow in questioning as he snapped his finger--it the guards little signal to stand and get in position. Apparently little Van had a guest and inside, she was mentally scoffing at the astounding knowledge. The guard snapped his finger again, his thick bearded lips curled into a scowl as she took her time standing. "Shite man, this has gotta be a mistake," The female said, her low voice just barely making a whisper into the wind. "I don't get guests,"
Van pressed herself against the wall, right across the bed frame and held her hands over her head. The guard took no delay letting his hands wander over her slender body to make sure she hadn't stolen anything--Ha! As if she could at this point--and then handcuffing her, pulling her out of the cell. Her dark amber eyes widened at the sight of prison, its wide and narrow corridor of cluttered cell doors, bars rusted and hands grasping them and voices echoed through to her ears. Had this always been such a thing? So loud? So big? No, not in her mind.
She swallowed hard, closing her eyes as dizziness swept into her head, she wasn't accustomed to the sounds, the smells, the terrain and it all exploded right in front of her. Fire burned into every inch of her skin as whistles hit her ears, the whispers colliding and they kept saying "Bloody Mary's been released. Fresh Meat's up for grabs." They were wanting her, for stupid protection and wanting to be big--shame she couldn't be around them, yet they made her feel sick. She wasn't Alpha, in fact, she was the deer that the wolves surrounded...No, she was the ghost that they still feared and were fascinated with, a legend no one thought was true until they saw it for themselves.
Van forced her eyes to open, watching as sights of cells plagued and fences ruptured the second story, plethora of people watching her hungrily as if she were a new treasure. Own it. Dominate. She then thought, exerting a sharp air of confidence. She was ready for them. After walking through corridor after corridor, it eventually stopped and Van was forced to a halt. "She in there yet?" The guard behind her asked as surveyors crowded around her, the wolves close to breath on her skin and she inhaled a breath, ready to be ruptured and taken. Who's she? Van thought, feeling the heat rise all over her anxiously but as the officer in front pursed his lips and shook his head, the other prisoner disappeared and she thrust into a room with little warning.
Van whipped back, breaths becoming labored as the sight of her people grew thin and eventually disappearing into oblivion. "No, No, let me out, you f*ckers!" Van shouted, stomping on the metal door in outrage. "It wasn't long enough! Let me out!" Tears then ripped from her eyes, her slim body stopped fighting but muscles stayed tense and she counted up the seconds, her guest was coming soon--all she needed to do once they came in was waste time, then she'd be normal again, if only for a few seconds. Think...Stay Calm... Her mind slipped into the crazed form of power as her thick cherry lips curled into a smirk. Bloody Mary's gonna come out again, just you wait...I won't be fresh meat...no, I'll be the threat. Her mind then wandered to the memories again as she stood there, fists clenched and itching to fight once more.
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I'm so sick, infected with, where I live, let me live without this empty bliss — I'm so Sick by Flyleaf

She has dreams to be an envy so she's starving, you know, Cover Girls eat nothing... — Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

She says "Beauty is pain and beauty is in everything so what's a little bit of hunger? — Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

All the make-up in the world won't make less insecure — Sippy Cup by Melanie Martinez

Your favorite candy's Cotton, that's why all your teeth are rotten, silly girl. — Sippy Cupl by Melanie Martines

Kay Schuyler Wesson
— Kay meaning 'Fire' in most languages but some, like Greek, say it means 'Pure'
— Schuyler meaning 'Scholar'
— Wesson derives from one of the villages called 'Weston' of which there are several examples, and all have the same meaning of the 'tun', which in this case is a single farm or small hamlet, to the west of a larger village.

NICKNAMES Normally she goes by 'K.K' or 'Sky' nothing more than that. She's had other names but they're kinda hurtful.
DATE OF BIRTH August 5th, 1998
AGE Mentally, Kay's in the mix of being an adult as well as childish depending on her moods and craving. Physically, she's about 18 and she's perceived as such.
GENDER Cysgender Female
PRONOUNS She/Her
SEXUALITY She's Bi-sexual and has no preference.
ZODIAC Leo
ROLE Gluttony
FACECLAIM Lyndsey Fonseca

LOVE INTEREST(S) TBP
PARTNER(S) This will be more fleshed out via plotting and RP threads.
PAST PARTNER(S) She's had more crushes than that of 'Partners' and even those were fleeting as it usually is defined in her mind that she's undesirable and not worth the trouble of dating due to how she is.
RELATIVES
Marcus Wesson-Father
Abby Wesson-Mother
Cheyenne Wesson-Older sister

— Kay is normally nervous when it comes to talking to people, or just being around them in general, she hates being judged for her size and weight--though, she's little to nothing despite her rather questioning eating habits--and can be excruciatingly hard on herself for the things she lacks, like talents and quirks that people find attractive or being simply being attractive in general. She's an introvert so when she goes on her little nervous sprees, it's the physicality that come to mind like her absent minded habit to bite her lower lip, mess with her hair and her fidgeting whilst within, she's judging herself on what to say, how to say it and whether or not she could actually do such things without looking like a total idiot.
— Kay can be secretive and sneaky, to a degree that she can either be hiding something physically like a little pickpocket or simply mentally/emotionally to where she avoids topics, layers them and is decent when it comes to keeping track on her lying--she doesn't like to do that as it goes back into a recession of fear, paranoia and doubt. This comes after her loyal nature, when she develops a friend and can be 'capable of keeping a secret' and she's quite clever at avoiding or dancing around subjects, being the 'red heron' whenever needed.
— This being said, Kay isn't a relaxed person, if anything, that's a rare side of her when she 'feels good and comfortable' about herself and is willing to open up from her cocoon. She can be really stressed out on the simplest thing but this is without challenges, and when faced with a trouble, she delves deeper into compulsively eating or otherwise as a way to cope--Kay is soothed by this and there's a noticeable change in pace when that comes to pass. If she is willing to open up, she's still shy and will undoubtedly be the 'quietest person at the lunch table' but can interject and be a joker, cracking slightly sarcastic comments and she'll feel like she's part of the crowd.
—Kay is all about control, to a point that if things don't go her way, her emotions are to a rather uneven level and she gets a little obsessive, attention drawing and she'll repeat things until she gets what she wants like she was a toddler in some cases. In usual events, depending on the amount of it or simply what the situation is that she's not getting her way, Kay can go down to more...violent terms, almost possessive over the person or situation she feels that should be controlled by her and won't back down until they have or it has been given the okay for her to have.
—She's driven. Her mind goes from A to B and will go all the way to find the steps, no matter how challenging and tough they are. She seems to grasp and feast on things but never feeling complete until the goal itself is.
PERSONA TRAITS Nervous/Secretive/Stealthy/Loyal/Introverted/Controlling/Driven/Obsessive (Fickle and quirky/Complex AF)
MBTI TYPE ISFJ
MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutral
TEMPERAMENT Melancholic
DISORDERS For irony's sake and how I set Kay up, specifically: Bulimic/Compulsive Eating Disorder (Basically eating a lot, feeling bad about it and then will try and 'purge' herself.

APPEARANCE
— She's 5'6
— Thick cherry lips
— Long, stringy brunette locks
— Piercing azure eyes
— Milky white
— Due to her disorders, she is skinny to a dangerous point that looks sorta kinda, how you say, unhealthy.
— Loose fitting, baggy casual wear.
— not much else
PHYSICAL DISABILITIESN/A

HEADCANONS
— When nervous, which is a lot, she eats...and then becomes guilty and self-conscious.
— She hates her first name
— She has a lot of weaknesses when it comes to food...her favorite is anything chocolate
— She has a weakness at someone blowing in her ear, it's sorta a turn on.
-- She likes reading fantasy Novels and short stories
-- She likes a lot of cute things and sparkly jewelry. The shiner the better and the more cute something looks, the more of a 'sweetheart' nature appears and she wants to be affectionate it.
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Kay's finished. I originally wanted her as Envy but legit as I was halfway through and posted the WIP, Asa had it so yeee. I'm excited for Gluttony, though, it was my plan B when it came to fc and character. lol

Uhmm...Bump?

Don't mind me bumping this, too. ._.;

Kay's been tweaked. I don't mind you being nit-picky, if anything, it's a help. I've always been terrible at forms, haha. When it comes to breaking down characters I don't necessarily have a grasp of yet, those are the worst. In RP, well, they become natural.
She should be okay, but if you want me to change anything, I'll gladly redo her.

Bump!

Bump!!

Bump!

Bump!

Hey, Babe!!
Thanks for tracking.

Sorry for not getting back to you.
You're accepted!