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Frozen Falls 5

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 11:39:40 PST

Taken at Looking Glass Falls in Transylvania Co., NC.

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Frozen Falls 3

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 11:32:55 PST

Taken at Looking Glass Falls in Transylvania Co., NC.

Frozen Falls 1

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 11:28:05 PST

Taken at Looking Glass Falls in Transylvania Co., NC.

It reminds me of the song:"Too Late- Frozen" by Type O Negative....

"Where are the frost giants I begged for protection..."

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Falls 4

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 09:10:36 PDT

Photographer: *morgie39

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Shutter Speed, Aperture, ISO

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 05:59:53 PDT

Here's a quick overview of aperture and shutter speed and the ways which you can use them. It's written for those who may not understand how they work, so I'm sure many of you would be familiar with most if not all of this information.

Aperture.

Inside each lens are a series of blades that can open or close. This lets the camera adjust the size of the hole that the light comes through when it enters the camera. This hole is called the aperture. (For an idea what they look like, watch the movie "Alien". When Dallas is crawling around in the air vents, you see the tube close behind him. The aperture in a camera lens works exactly the same way.) A small aperture doesn't let much light in (which is good for when it's bright), and a wide open aperture lets in lots of light, which is good for when it is dim.

The aperture is measured in F stops. When you see a number like f5.6, that is telling you the aperture. The smaller the number, the wider the aperture is, so f2.8 lets more light in than f5.6.

You'll also notice there is a pattern to the numbers: f2.8, f4, f5.6, f8, f11, f16, f22. As you go to the next higher number, you are letting in half as much light. So, f5.6 lets in half the light that f4 does. This works in reverse: f8 lets in twice as much light as f11.

The way the f stop value is determined is simple. It's a ratio of the diameter of the aperture to the focal length of the lens. In fact, the F in f stop refers to the focal length of the lens. Just replace the F with the focal length of the lens. Thus, f8 on an 80mm lens works out to 80/8, or 10mm - the diameter of the aperture is 10mm. On the same lens, f2.8 is the same as 80/2.8, which gives a diameter of almost 29mm.

Aperture is often used to describe how "fast" a lens is. if a lens can open to a wider aperture (lower f stop number), it can capture the same amount of light as a small aperture (higher f stop number) in a faster time. The wider the aperture can get, the faster the lens.

Shutter speed

The shutter speed is simply a measure of how long the film (or sensor in a digital camera) is actually exposed to light. The shutter is at the back of the camera, right in front of the film or sensor. It usually consist of two parts that work kind of like the curtains that you get on stage in a theatre (the kind that goes up and down, not the kind in your home that go side to side).

When the camera is ready to take the picture, the first "curtain" is covering the film so no light can reach the film. When you press the button to take the picture, the first curtain is moved down. Now the light coming through the lens can reach the film, and the film is exposed. Then, when the exposure is finished, the second curtain drops down, so once again the light can't reach the film. Then, when the film is wound on, the shutter curtains are reset to their original positions so the whole thing can happen again for the next photo.

The shutter speed tells you how long there is between the first curtain moving out of the way and the second curtain from dropping down to cover the film again. If the shutter speed is, say, 1/60 of a second, then the second curtain drops down 1/60 of a second after the first curtain has moved, so the film is exposed to the light for 1/60 of a second.

Again, you'll notice there is a pattern to the shutter speeds. There's 1 second, 1/2 a second, 1/8, 1/16, 1/30, 1/60, 1/120, 1/250, 1/500, 1/1000, 1/2000, 1/4000. Just as with the aperture, each of these lets in half as much light as the shutter speed before it, and twice as much light as the shutter speed after it: 1/1000 lets in twice as much light as 1/2000, but only half the light of 1/500.

Also note that very often there are shutter speeds which are in between the ones I have mentioned. Also note that the shutter speed is often displayed without the 1/ in it, so 1/250 would be displayed on the LCD screen as 250.

ISO

The ISO is a measure of how sensitive the film is to light - the higher the number, the more sensitive it is. And there's a pattern to the numbers, just as with aperture and shutter speed - 100, 200, 400, 800, 1600, 3200. Again, the difference between each is a stop.

In film, the ISO is determined by the size of the crystal in the film. Larger crystals are more sensitive to light. This means that they give a grainier look, which can be very effective in certain types of photos. In digital photography, the ISO is increased by amplifying the signal from each pixel on the sensor. However, this has the effect of increasing digial noise as well, giving a digital image shot at a high ISO the same grainy look as a high ISO film.

The ISO rating is often used to describe how "fast" a film or sensor is. because a high ISO film can get the same exposure as a lower ISO film with a faster exposure, the higher ISO film is said to be "Faster" than the film with the low ISO.

Using Manual Mode, Aperture Priority, Shutter Priority and Program AE.

Now, you'll notice that both aperture and shutter speed can double the exposure (the amount of light that reaches the film), or halve the amount of light. This doubling or halving of light is called a "stop" - doubling the amount of light is increasing the exposure by a stop, and halving the amount of light is decreasing the exposure by a stop.

So, if you had a picture at 1/125 for your shutter speed and f5.6 as your aperture, you can increase the aperture by a stop to f4. This as increased the total exposure by a stop. You can then decrease the shutter speed by a stop to 1/250, bring the total exposure back to what it was before. So, 1/125 f5.6 gives you the same exposure as 1/250 f4.

When the camera is in manual mode, you have to set both of these values yourself, both shutter speed and aperture. However, there are three other modes available - Aperture priority, shutter priority and Program.

In Aperture priority (on Canon cameras, this is indicated by the letters Av for Aperture Value on the mode dial, and an A on Nikons), you can set whatever aperture you want, and the camera measures the brightness to figure out what shutter speed is required to give you a properly exposed photo.

Shutter priority (indicated by a Tv on Canon cameras for Time value, and an S on Nikons) is the opposite - you can choose the shutter speed and the camera figure out what aperture to use.

Program AE mode (indicated by a P on the mode dial in both Canon and Nikon) works out both the aperture and shutter speed, so you really only have to point and shoot.

Using Shutterspeed, aperture and ISO to adjust exposure.

You may be asking, "Why are there three ways of adjusting the exposure when they all do the same job?"

There are reasons why you'd want to adjust the exposure by aperture sometimes, and by shutterspeed other times and by ISO other times.

Let's say you're taking a photo of sports. it's fast and action packed, so you use a fast shutter speed to "Freeze" the action. This works because the people playing the sport won't be able to move very much in 1/1000 of a second, but they can move much more in 1/30 of a second. The fast shutter speed lets you freeze the action. But if it's dark, you need to increase the exposure. because you want to keep the action frozen, you can't use a slower shutter speed, because this will leave movement blur behind in the photo. But you can open the aperture up to get a better exposure. In this situation, use shutter priority mode, so you can tell the camera to use a fast shutter speed (to freeze the action), and the camera will figure out the aperture by itself.

On the other hand, let's say you're taking a portrait of someone. You want to use a wide open aperture (because this lets you put the background out of focus due to depth of field - I'll explain about that in a moment), but the wide aperture means the photo is too bright. You can make the aperture smaller, but then you'll lose your nicely blurred background, so instead, you can increase the shutter speed to prevent the photo from being too bright. In this case, use the aperture priority mode so you can keep the camera at a wide aperture, and the camera works out the shutter speed.

Finally, you can use the ISO to alter the exposure if you have a particular shutter speed to freeze the action, a particular aperture to acheive a specific depth of field, but don't have the correct exposure. Increase the ISO will increase the exposure and make the image brighter (if the shutter speed and aperture you want leave the image dark), and decreasing it will decrease the exposure, making it darker (if the shutter speed and aperture you want leave the image over exposed).

Depth of field.

Depth of field is also sometimes called "selective focusing", which perhaps describes it better. When you focus on something, you are focusing at a certain distance from the camera. For example, if you focus on something that 6 feet away from the camera, then everything in the photo that is 6 feet away will be in focus. but something that is 6 feet and 1 inch isn't going to be completely out of focus. It will be only slightly out of focus. And as you get further away from the 6 foot point, things will get more and more out of focus.

But you can decide how quickly the focus will fall off by using your aperture. A wide aperture (say f1.4 or f1.8) will mean that the focus falls off very quickly - something at 10 feet will be out of focus if you have focused on something 6 feet away. But a very small aperture (say f16) will mean that the focus falls off much slower, and something ten feet away will still be in focus.

This is good because you can use a wide aperture to make the background out of focus, which is very effective in portraits. But in landscapes, you can use a small aperture to make sure that the mountains in the distance are in focus and the tree in the foreground are in focus as well.

Depth of field is a bit trickier than this, because the "window" of focus gets smaller the closer the object is to the camera, and it also depends on what lens you are using. But the basic rule is that a wide aperture (low f number) gives you a shallower depth of field (so the focus falls off faster) and a small aperture (higher f number) gives you a greater depth of field.

Well, that's the basics of shutter speed and aperture, and a bit more as well.

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Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:24:08 PDT

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A shot straight onto the waterfall, close up, showing the water falling and the frozen, icy rocks behind it. A neat texture, I thought, and then some - I think it would make an amazing background, and if it was done right, it could even look like a river rushing forwards.

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Frozen Falls 4

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 11:37:01 PST

Taken at Looking Glass Falls in Transylvania Co., NC.

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Frozen Falls 2

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 11:30:27 PST

Taken at Looking Glass Falls in Transylvania Co., NC.

This was the river running from the water falls. It was beautiful in its own right. Very slippery and very dangerous, as well.

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Frozen Waterfall 2

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 18:08:10 PST

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Pokemon Resort: Kuyo

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 13:48:37 PST

Deviantart. Stop telling me to sell this as a print. Thank you.

Anyway. This is Kuyo. And he's a douche according to *KingMiyo . I'll try to be active from now on, I had to sort
out some real life shit first. Sorry for my lack of presence.. orz

Also before someone points this out: I'm not taking up two pokemon. I only have the Zoroark so uh.. no Ninetales claimed here. Thank you for your understanding. o/
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Basic Information:

Name: Kuyo

Nicknames: Kuya (by Mina); other than that he isn't very fond of nicknames. Just call him Kuyo.

Age: 26

Sex: male

Height/Weight: 6'1" (185 cm) / 178.8 lbs (81.1 kg)

Sexual Orientation: straight

Relationship Status: - too hard to impress. Know your place, peasant. -

Pokemon: #571 Zoroark

Type:

Ability: Illusion - _{Illusion will not activate if the Pokemon in last place is the same species or is fainted. The effect is aesthetic only; Illusion does not change the Pokemon's type or moves.. Any direct attack (i.e. not entry hazards, weather conditions etc) will break the illusion.}

Moveset (4 Moves):

Punishment - _{Punishment deals varying damage based on the opponent's stat increases. It starts at base power 60 and increases by 20 for every net stat boost of the opponent, up to a maximum of 200.}

Scary Face - _{Scary Face lowers the target's Speed by two stages.}

Frustration - _{The power of Frustration is higher when the Pokemon likes its trainer less. The base power varies between 1 (maximum happiness) and 102 (minimum happiness). _{In Kuyo's case it's the amount of how much he hates himself and his surroundings.}}

Nasty Plot - _{Nasty Plot raises the user's Special Attack by two stages.}

Personality:
-mature
-caring(if you manage to be accepted by him)
-calm
-narcisstic
-hateful
-sly
-oversensitive
-arrogant
-materialistic

Likes/Dislikes:
+ sake | himself | mirrors | traditional clothes | obedience | playing chess
- sun | dirt | people in general | unworthy stuff/things/people | himself | observing others

Birthday: unknown

Job or Reason why Visiting: Co-Owner of the Casino

Family: (Cousin)

Biography: Kuyo was born into a family of wealthy excorcists, learning to enjoythe livestyle of the rich from a few age. As the first born he grew up as the most loved son and soon developed narcisstic personality treats, to the point that he thinks there isn't someone that can surpass him, no one that is worthy to be even looked at.
He learned about excorcism as an early age and was meant to be the next successor of the family branch. One day his father came to him and told him he'd have to marry a girl from another family soon. Kuyo didn't liked that at all. He deemed the girl to be unworthy and packed his stuff. He'd rather not stay at the family estate anymore as being seen with an unworthy being. Since then he had been travelling around and eventually ended up at the Resort Island. Although he wasn't very fond of the sun that seemed to always shine there he was pretty sure he was safe. He settled down there and after some years he met Ziada and together they opened the island's casino. Kuyo may not have an affinity for card games at all but he loves money a lot. That alone made him want to co-own the Casino and help Ziada with everything.

Trivia:
- doesn't like to be touched and isn't afraid to slap you for doing so, doesn't matter if you're a girl or a boy.
- thinks of himself as a higher being and thus he's 'always right'.
- has long claw-like fingernails that are as red as those Zoroark has.
- expect an 'I told you so.' if you messed up and asked for his advice.
- it might be hard to get along with him since he usually likes to keep to himself / hates all people in general.
- if you manage to get close to him: good luck with that. You'll need it.
- Kuyo often has mental breakdowns when he's alone. You won't notice any of this unless you're veeeeery close to him.
- the Chingling on his shoulder is called Snappy. It's Kuyo's pet and follows him everywhere. Likes to bite others a lot.
Kuyo only kept it because it gives off a nice soothing sound whenever he shakes it.

Illusion Form:

Kuyo prefers to not show his real self in front of those he deems unworthy. He also dislikes the sun because he's pretty much
prone to sunburns. In order to avoid that he started using his illusion ability to transform himself. His favorite form is Ninetales.

His illusions are usually powerful enough to create a very real take on the chosen pokemon. He is even able to create illusions
of the chosen pokemon's attacks. These attacks usually don't do any harm but they might fool the eye whenever Kuyo performs
them, making you believe that they are indeed real.

Still. There are things Kuyo is not able to change: His eyes usually are the same he has in his usual form, including the marks around them. Height and weight are the same as well.

His illusions might be powerful, yes, but as soon as you touch his skin they dissolve and he's in his normal form again. The illusions' effect also
fades slowly when he's poisoned, paralyzed, burned or frozen. He usually cannot keep up the illusion for long when he falls asleep so he never sleeps
in the presence of others.

To prevent others from touching him he first tells them that he doesn't like it. If they still intend to touch him he uses the excuse of a curse Ninetales
may curse others with when their tails are touched. Kuyo usually tells that he'll curse others with an unfortunate future if they do touch him against his will.
He's even wearing gloves so his illusion doesn't break in case he touches others.

Pokemon Information:

Pokemon: #38 Ninetales

Type:

Ability: Flash Fire - _{When a Pokemon with Flash Fire is hit by a Fire-type move, it does not deal damage but instead raises the power of the bearer's Fire-type moves by 50%. Subsequent hits do not raise the power even more, but the effect remains while the ability-bearer is in battle.}

Moveset (4 Moves):

Will-O-Wisp - _{Burns opponent. (100% chance)}

Confuse Ray - _{Confuse Ray causes the target to become confused.}

Tail Whip - _{Tail Whip lowers the target's Defense by one stage.}

Fire Spin - _{Fire Spin inflicts damage on the first turn then traps the opponent, causing them to lose 1⁄16 of their maximum HP after each turn, for 4-5 turns. If the user holds a Grip Claw then it is always 5 turns.}

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General Rules For Getting Along With Kuyo:

- Do not touch him.
- Don't tell him he's ugly.
- Do not touch him.
- Do not touch him.
- DO NOT TOUCH HIM.

Kay. I'm done. thanks for reading!

.: oSaC - Swiftstar Reference Sheet :.

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 22:48:41 PST

~~Other stuff later. Just enjoy the pretty picture <3333~~

Got some infos up finally ;o;

{{ S I M P L E I N F O R M A T I O N }}

^{{Name}Swiftkit | Swiftpaw | Swiftleap | Swiftstar
{Gender} Tom
{Clan} TidalClan
{Rank} Leader
{Age} 36 Moons}

{{ I N T O D E T A I L }}
^{{Breed}

Father// American Longhair Cross
Mother// Flame-Point Siamese

{Pelt}

Texture// Soft, smooth
Length// Short
Main Colours// Reddish ginger
Detail// With a cream base, Swiftstar's fur has a large patch of bright red-ginger on his back. He even has stripes coming from a dorsal stripe. His toes are dotted with a nearly-white cream.

{Other Features}

Eyes// Duo coloured, one blue and one yellowy-amber.
Nose// Dark red
Scars// No visible scars. All are too small to be seen.
Tail// Long
Ears// Tall and pointy}

{{G E T T I N G P E R S O N A L }}
^{{Personality}

[ Strong | Intelligent | Over-Protective | Humourous | Stubborn ]

Strong// "He is strong both physically and mentally. But its his mental strength that makes him up. If something upsetting occurs, such as a death of a close friend or clan mate, he stays strong, even if he is falling apart inside. But after a while of bottling up his emotions, he can easily break and start to get emotional.He doesn't back down from a challenge, but unlike others he will retaliate with words, but not enough to make his challenger attack with blind anger. If it does come to tooth-and-claw fights, he tries his best to dodge and not swipe. To harm his opponent is usually his last resort."
Intelligent// "He is often looked at as a wise and knowledgeable cat, even though it probably comes with his age. Having this trait, he usually has a lot of techneques on hand. If its leafbare, he has many tactics to trying to catch more prey, if his current ideas don't work, he thinks up more ideas until they get a decent amount of prey. He also thinks about decisions thoroughly before announcing them. His intellignce also also him to get creative too.This creativity helps him with new techniques, tactics and even ways to get allies during times of war. He is also very intelligent when it comes to battle strategies, but even some of his ideas can be flawed..."
Over-Protective// "He is very protective over his clan and those he loves. Some would say that he is over protective, and it is true, even if he denies it himself. Although it might make him impossible to work with if your someone he tresures, it helps a lot when it comes to decision making for his clan. If he didn't have this trait, he would probably make reckless decisions that could harm his clan in the worst ways. With his over-protection, he tends to keep an eyes onthose he thinks could cause trouble for the clan, or himself, and he will question them until he knows for sure if they will harm his loved ones or not."
Humourous// "He loves a bit of humour, even during a tough and serious time. He believes it lightens that mood. But he doesn't like humour getting too far, especially if its a prank that may harm an induvidual. He tends to say the odd joke here and there, maybe even during a clan meeting if it is the right moment. He enjoys teasing others here and there, but he tries to make sure it won't offend them. This part of the trait(teasing) is only ever shown to close friends of his."
Stubborn// "Swiftstar can get quite stubborn. If he is told to do something, he will refuse to do it. And it is very hard to change his decision on something once he has decided on what he is going to do. This makes it hard for others to get their point across to him, because he will refuse to listen to them once he has his mind set on something."

Extra// "INFO HERE"

{History}

A Simple Start||Swiftkit was born to Wildfire, the deputy of that time, and Bluegaze. Both of his parent's were senior warriors, and he and his sister, Runningkit, were to be their last litter. Swiftkit, being the biggest and strongest kit in the nursery, made a small gang out of a few of his den-mates. They called this little gang, "Tidal Fighters" and they were well known throughout the clan, as they caused a lot of nusence and often got punished by Wildfire. Swiftkit and Runningkit were often spoiled by Bluegaze, often given their favourite food, trout. But Swiftkit soon decided that he didn't want to be mothered over anymore and declared thet he would sleep in his own nest. He offered to make it big enough for both him and Runningkit, but his little sister couldn't bare the though of nights without their mother's warm body next to them. Although at the start, Swiftkit disapproved, he soon shrugged it off. Then, when he turned 6 moons old, he finally became an apprentice.
Not So Cool||Swiftpaw was very stubborn at this age. He was givena mentor, He didn't listen to his mentor much and refused to not train without the rest of the Tidal Fighters. But this behaviour started to change dramatically when we noticed Coralpaw, his sister Runningpaw's best friend, for the first time. Of course, he knew she existed, but he never really payed full attention to her. Coralpaw, an only-kit and daughter to Frozenstar, the leader at the time, and a kind she-cat Yellowberry, was always good and never got into trouble like the members of the Tidal Fighters. Soon enough, Swiftpaw started to grow effection for this she-cat, but he was blind to the fact that she was not interested in him, but in a lower-ranked Tidal-Fighter, who joined the group only to look tough, but instead he was a coward. But after many attempts to catch Coralpaw's attention by making stupid jokes(which she didnt like) and many attempts of flirting, he realised that, after a huge arguement with Coralpaw, she didnt like him because of his recklessness and constant need to be right. It was that night he vowed to himself that he would change this behaviour, and not be so stubborn and rude. It was not before long when Swiftpaw was ready for his warrior ceremony.
Hit From Reality|| The newly named Swiftleap was very proud of his new name, as Frozenstar named him after his "quickness in hunting and eagerness for battle." For a day Swiftleap forgot about his silent vow, and he showed off, and was acting as stubborn as he has ever had. This made Coralpaw, now named Coralbloom, confused as she swore he had been drifting away from his stubborness. But that night he remembered. Deperate to prove himself again, the next morning he quickly offered himself up for a hunting patrol, lead by his father. The morning was long and tiring as they fished for some prey. Once they caught a few fish, they decided to try for some land prey. Of course, it was Swiftleaps suggestion, but not out of stubborness that they were getting no where, but because when he was placing a catch ina they small pile on the sand, he saw a vole shoot out of the bushes, and quickly caught it without hesitiation. Then, he realised there must be more food on land. Agreeing, Wildfire lead the patrol to the cluster of forest on their territory, and told each other to split up, which meant the four cats would become two. Wildfire and Swiftleap quickly caught a few land-prey and decided it was a good idea to start heading back. That was when Swiftleap scented badger. Alarmed, Wildfire, quickly raced back to where they said they would meet the other two. He quickly informed the two about the badger, and that they would have to leave the freshkill, in order to keep the camp's where about safe from the predator. When the four cats reached the camp, Wildfire immediately told Frozenstar of their issue. As if he already knew about the badger, Frozenstar started to shoot out orders to different cats who still remained in the camp. The he made a patrol consisting of himself, Wildfire, Bluegaze, Swiftleap, Runningfire(once Runningpaw) and Coralbloom. They quickly and silently raced to the forest and sure enough the stench of badger hit their nose as they reached the place where the last patrol had left their prey. Like they had expected, the fod was gone. The badger had eaten some and taken the rest to its set. Frozen star looked at his companions as they reached the set and whispered urgent instructions, "Wildfire, Runningfire and Bluegaze, you take the right side. Swiftleap, Coralbloom and I will take the left. I will then call into the set and hail the badger out of the den." Swiftleap was about to agree when, to his horror, Wildfire interjected with the plan. "Frozenstar. You are on your last life. We can not risk you dying today. I will call out the beast. Much to The rest of the patrol's dismay, Frozenstar agreed, though hesitantly. They carried out the plan, and when everyone was set, Wildfire stepped infront of the set and yowled, "Come out here, fox breath! You stole our food, so its time you pay! Come out here, coward!" But this badger was not a coward. Nearly as soon as Wildfire had finished meowing, the beast came thundering out, his jaws outstretched, ready to bite the closest cat. And thats what it did. Jaws clamped down onto Wildfire's spine, and Swiftleap heard a sickening snap. Wildfire was dead. He let out a mournful wail before jumping at the badger, but, Frozenstar pushed him out of the way before he even touched the beast. Greif stricken, Swiftleap ran to his mother's side, and they both mourned for Wildfire's unfortunate death.
Sudden Realization|| A few moons after his father's death, Swiftleap had started to continue on with his duties again. The last two moons he had been moping around, and sitting by his father's grave. But Russetleaf, the new deputy, encouraged him to start with his duties once more, as "Wildfire wouldn't want you to greive for him your whole life, but to live a good life." Swiftleap decided to start his duties again, but he was sloppy in hunting and in fighting practice, he always ended up on the losing side. The cats of his clan noticed this change of personality, and they had come to the conclusion that he was in a depression state. Swiftleap's mother, Bluegaze would always stay by her son's side, shooing of cats who looked like they were about to cause trouble. But Swiftleap grew sick of her motherliness. He told her to leave him be, and walked off onto the beach.
That was when he saw Coralbloom with the former coward Tidal Fighter, Gorseheart. The two were now mates, and Coralbloom was expecting the speckle brown tom's kits. Swiftleap grew jealous of the couple, and began to hate himself for being so rude all those moons ago.
It was a few weeks later when Coralbloom started to give birth. But it didn't go smoothly. She gave birth to two stillborn tom-kits, and one weak she-kit. Coralbloom herself passed away that night. Distraught, Swiftleap left the camp, with his sister at his tail. They had a long talk about it, and soon came to the conclusion that Coralbloom and Swiftleap just weren't meant to be, and this was always the path set out for the two. When they returned back to the Beach Cave, Fozenstar informed Swiftleap that Goreheart had disowned the surviving kit as soon as the selfish tom realised his mate was dead.
"This is your time to show Coralbloom just how much she meant to you." Runningfire told Swiftleap.
With Swiftleap giving her a confused looked, she continued, "Look after the kit. Give her a family. Love her, cherish her. Show Coralbloom you care."
Now understanding, Swiftleap headed into the nursery, and slept with the crying she-kit.
Time To Try|| For a while Coralbloom's daughter didn't have a name, as Swiftleap was afriad of getting too attatched to her, as she was very weak and sickly. But after two moons she started to show signs of improvement. He named her Endlesskit, as dispite her illness, she was always happy and rarely ever got upset. He watched proudly as Endlesskit grew. But when she was at her fifth moon something terrible happened. She started to gow weak once more, and her breathing became shallow. Then, overnight, she passed away. The she-cat who adopted her, Shadefire, told him the news that morning.
This time he didn't leave the camp. He had been expecting something like this happen to his adopted daughter. He only wished that Endlesskit was
now with her mother, and that Coralbloom understood that he had done all he could.
Unexpected Decision||A few moons after Endlesskit's death, the deputy of TidalClan, Russetleaf decided to retire and become an elder. The clan was nervous about who Frozenstar would chose for the next deputy. Then, at Moonhigh, Frozenstar announced his choice. Swiftleap had his decision set that the leader was going to choose a senior warrior but the name called out was "Swiftleap."
Swiftleap was suprised because he had never had an appretnice before. But then Frozenstar went on and made Charredkit, kit of Shadefire and Cinderpath, an appretice. Charredkit, now Charredpaw, was assigned to Swiftstar to train.
A few moons later, a fire started in the forest by the RaggedClan-TidalClan border. Swiftleap had counted the clan mates and realised three cats were missing. He left the camp to find them and ended up going into the blaze himself.
He saw the bodies of Shadefire and Cinderpath, and moved them from the flames. He heard wails of fear and ran to help. It was Charredpaw. He got her out of the fire, and told her of the tradgety. About the death of her parents.
But then the coversation moved to what the apprentice was doing alone in the first place. Charredpaw told him about wanting to join RaggedClan, because she disliked her birthclan. Although disappointed and angry, Swiftleap respected her decision and let her go.
Simple Continuation|| It wasn't long until Frozenstar died of Greencough, and being deputy, it meant that Swiftleap had to take the white leader's place. He received his nine live lives and new name from StarClan, accompanied by the newly named medicine cat, Kindlestep. This is where his history ends, and his future begins.

{Family}

Mother// Bluegaze | NPC
Father// Wildfire | Deceased

Brother(s)// N/A
Sister(s)// Runningfire | NPC

Other Members//
Ivorypaw | Neice | *KitsaniCat
Ripkit | Nephew | *Zaabu
Kelpkit | Neice | =KellzFire
Brinekit | Neice | *Allizia}

{{ O T H E R }}

^{{Relationships}
See Meme Here - To Be Made

{Roleplay??}

If you with to roleplay with me, just comment below and I will tell you whether I am open or not. If so, please tell me which way you best roleplay in.

SEE WHERE I AM OPEN;
Notes// Open
Chats// Closed(Forever)
Skype// Current Contacts/Friends Only
Forum// Open

{Roleplay Example}
^{Information// #The-Projects, with ~MungosLittleTeazer and =palkiaridinonacookie
Charis stared at the man, trying her best to ignore his taunts. Girlfriend? Cian is NOT her boyfriend! She stared at the sand-man intensely as she thought of a way to get rid of him.. Jane is stuck.. with Finnigan.. 13 injured..

Red Arrow are bad...Bear in the forest.. bear.. BEAR IN THE FOREST!
She stepped towards Cian and tugged his jumper. "Hold on! I'm going to do something!"
She told him quickly before racing off as quickly as she could.
As she ran, she concentrated on her surroundings. Where was the bear now.. where.. THERE! She turned and saw the bear in a clearing, eating berries from a juniper bush. She stood still and concentrated, her mind set only on the bear.

She resisted the urge to run away, as her fear for these beasts were strong. But she didn't run. Her best friends were in danger. She concentrated, the same sentence said over and over in her mind... "I command you to follow me.. I

command you to follow me..."
Soon, her eyes were glowing a blinding white and the bear stopped eating the berries. It wandered up to Charis and looked down at her. "Your wish is my command." It rumbled.
Charis jumped on its back cautiously, as she could not see at this moment because of the light. She rumbled in bear-speak. "Find the man, boy and girl in the stone cage."
The bear nodded and raced towards to fight. Soon enough it came crashing in, roaring ferociously.
Charis jumped down, feeling the bear's soft fur as she landed. "I'm not the little girl you thought I was, Cian. I can protect myself."}

{{ C R E D I T S }}

Original design bought from =Seasonfluff
Character, artwork(c)=Jayflop
App Sheet, Group(c)=KellzFire}

Frozen Falls Fantasy Pack

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SoC Application--- Sylvia

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 02:17:42 PDT

My application for (Background/Border also belongs to them.)

Updated: 09.16.2012 Text Profile; more details added to just about everything... Sorry for the wall; it's twice as big now.

Updated: 1.7.2013 Faction Change; Image Change; Text Updated.

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General Information

Name:
Nickname: Sylvia (given to her by the Arean army), Opalice (Given to her by Krystallos)
Technically she doesn't have a name, and is usually called by what she is. ~~Most of the time she fails to remember and respond to her nicknames.~~
Age: Nearly 1800 years old.
Maybe. Her memory only goes back that far, though it's quite possible that she's older.
Gender: Female
Race / Species: Snow Maiden (Yuki-Onna) | Demon Spirit | UNCONFIRMED
As a Snow Maiden, there are some who believe she is a spirit, and some others that believe she is a demon. In all reality, she is both.
Height: 5'5''
Eyes: Light Blue Iris, Red Pupil
Hair Long; white that fades to light blue ends.
Faction: Earthra; still "loyal" to Ares even if she no longer takes orders from them.
Occupation:
In the Army: Field Militant
Other: Self-Employed Ice-Weapon Specialist
Area of Residence: Amahara Gardens; she has transplanted a Winillow (a large "winter willow"; magic infused tree) near the lake that separates Amahara Gardens and Fahlenwood. The magical tree snows beneath it's branches at night, and Sylvia has had a small home/cabin constructed nearby.

~~Deep within the Ganbaata Tundra; in an area that most deem too cold to travel to.~~

Faction Change. Area of Residence Change.

Sylvia's feelings concerning the faction change are complex. She is normally unfeeling of many things, so the change has left her confused by the torn feelings she got in result of going to Earthra. She still feels strongly about Ares beliefs and reasons for the war but at the same time she wants peace.

Abilities:

Snow Transformation | |: A transformation she only does when she feels her life is in danger. Although anyone can easily see the snow she disperses into; those who can see the dead would also be able to see that she is actually in the form of a spirit/ghost, appearing almost completely transparent when she is surrounded by snow. This transformation is completely draining though, and typically takes anywhere from two to four days for her to regain the energy to transform back into her human form, trusted that she is in an area with large amount of water and/or snow.

If she emerges from a fight with serious wounds or injuries, she will also transform into this form. Depending on how serious the injury is, it could take weeks or longer before she returns to her usual form.

Water Transformation | LIABILITY |: An "ability" she ultimately can't control, and a weakness. When she gets too hot, or she becomes overly embarrassed, she will quite literally melt into a puddle; an animated puddle. While in this form, she loses all senses other then her natural sense of clinging to the nearest water/ice/snow source, even someone with a colder body temperature much like her own. Unlike her Snow Transformation, once she comes in contact with a large source of water/ice/snow, she can transform back to her original form immediately; this is because her energy is not used when she melts...

When and if she melts in a place that has no water sources(ex: a desert), the puddle she transforms into will typically cling to her ice-weapon that gives off a cold aura. If by small chance she doesn't have this weapon on her, she will eventually just evaporate. This won't kill her; but she would have to wait until she is rained back down to regain her form.

Snow / Ice Manipulation | |: As the ability implies, she is able to manipulate snow and ice, and water only to the extent of transforming it into one of it's frozen cousins. Her ice abilities include the forming of all-ice weapons to use against enemies. Her favorites include; extending ice along her fingers in the shape of claws and sometimes in more serious situations engulfing her entire arms into large ice appendages, and blocking with large walls of ice when defending from large-scale attacks.

*see italics Aurora Illusions | |: Done with her Snow Manipulation. She will use this ability when she is playing with her enemy or trying to determine how much of a danger they are to her. She'll use this to trick the enemy into fighting multiple illusions of herself while she watches from afar, or will use it on the surroundings, usually sending whoever is lost in it in circles until they freeze or starve to death. The latter illusion was once her favorite to use on locals when she was bored, but after a millennia and change of heart, she now only uses it on threats.

Update: Name Changed | + | Because of the lack of snow in her new faction, she needed to train herself better in the use of her illusions that at one point had mostly been successful because of the vast amount of snow in her original home to make things "transparent". Instead of depending on the snowy biome, she now uses her ice to shift/manipulate the colors around her to form the illusions.

Levitation | |: A natural ability she was born with. Being part spirit, it is of no difficulty to her nor does it have any advantages or disadvantages, it's just a normal way of transporting for her. It's not flying though, and she can only levitate so high (five feet), but she does use it to boost her jumping skills, and it also enables her to use her more graceful movements on the battlefield.

Inventory / Weapon(s):

She'll mainly use her ice manipulation to get the job done, but when the weather is too hot for her, she is fighting a fire user, or there is a lack in water/ice/snow resources, she often can't use her powers properly and is forced to use her weapons instead. Passive Skills are created when Sylvia places special components into her weapons.

Glacious | Ice Sword | Passive Skills: Unmeltable; Hardened Ice |: One of the many ice-weapon's she has created; Glacious being the third she's ever made. She keeps this weapon with her at all times when she's traveling around Zion. It serves the purpose of two things; it's main purpose being to fend off enemies when she is fighting outside her snow biome, or away from a water source. The other being an emergency cold source in case she were to melt.

Unnamed | Bow | Passive Skills: None |: Just a normal bow.

Unnamed | Ice Arrows | Passive Skills: Unmeltable |: Along with the bow above, she uses these for long-range fighting in the war. The arrow tips are pre-made with her ice manipulation and given components to prevent them from melting. Upon being impaled with one of these arrows, that area of the body will then crystallize and freeze from the inside out. She often uses these arrows to freeze the ground around the enemies, leaving them more prone to slip and fall, thus rendering them open for attack.

Ice/Crystal Pendant | Accessory | Passive Skills: Stores Energy |: She no longer uses her Glacious sword, and in exchange she now keeps this necklace on her at all times. She "charges" it with energy during her downtime and in turn it keeps her body temperature at a cooler level no matter where she is, and thus makes it easier for her to manipulate her ice transformation in any biome(still weak in deserts/volcanic areas). At "full charge" it will last five days on "idle", shorter amount of time depending on the length of battle and energy she is using.

History:

Secret Past ;will only be made public if I get far enough in an rp for her past to effect the character development.

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Nameless

Since the beginning of Sylvia's time or... as long as she could remember, she had been alone, her first memory being when she awoke in the frozen Ganbaata Tundra with no clues as to who she was, what she was, or why she was in the frozen land. She attempted to leave the frozen lands, but quickly found discomfort in straying too far, so she turned back and remained in the tundra to fend for herself. The first person to come across her was a middle aged man, in the midst of traveling through Zion for components for the creation of magic items. He had found her curled up in the cave he originally stopped in for shelter from the snowstorm brewing outside, and had given her his spare set of clothes, something she had woken up in the tundra without. As the storm went on for days, he talked to her about anything and everything that came to mind; his adventures, his occupation, but he mostly spoke of his wife and sons, a family he adored more then anything in the world. What few questions he did ask her was often answered with silence, and it didn't take him long to figure out that she wasn't just silent, she just didn't know. In a small attempt to help the quiet girl, he spoke of stories of Snow Maiden's, a being he believed her to be. Eventually the snowstorm let up, and the man whose name she never got left to return to his family, leaving her with a small pat on the head, a smile, and a promise that he would someday return and visit her, something that warmed her heart.

Opalice

Years would go by though, and the longer it took him to return, the harder it was for her to remember those few days she spent with him. She often kept herself entertained outside in the snow, spending the time with the small snow creatures that inhabited the snow biome with her, or experimenting with her small amount of snow/ice magic. This was what she was doing when her second encounter happened; two demons with ill-intentions on the mind approached her. She had no experience with anyone outside of the man who once visited her, so she didn't sense the hostility coming from them. Ironically, this was also the third encounter, when the snow whipped around the two demons, freezing their feet to the ground almost instantly. A third man appeared between them and quickly disposed of the two demons, leaving their bodies and the pure snow bloodstained.

When the man turned to her wearing a smirk, she could do nothing but stare curiously at him until he extended his arm down to her and spoke one word; "Come.". She looked at the hand curiously, then down at her own before obeying and placing her hand in his own. She would learn that his name was Krystallos, and that like her, had the ability to manipulate snow and ice. After saving her, he took her under his wing and taught her what she needed to know in order to survive, her powers, but also informing her that she should trust no one but him. Her cruel nature was no doubt formed because of this man, even though she only spent a few years with him before he would disappear.

Because she trusted that man, she would follow his words and trust no one else. She would find enjoyment in tricking poor adventurer's who had wandered into her snowy domain and torturing them with below-zero chills, illusions that would send them in circles, and finally killing them when she grew bored of them. She was the 'Spirit of the Tundra', a mere ghost of an existence, and the locals knew nothing about her other then knowing they should stay away.

Eventually a few hundred more years would pass though, and she no longer got a thrill out of tricking the weaklings that wandered into her self-claimed domain. Krystallos would only briefly visit her before disappearing again, but other then that, the teenagers treated her area as a test of courage, the power-hungry demons sought out her powers, and on very few occasions, even her. Few of these people ever left alive, she often left the snow stained in their blood as a warning for future intruders. It never lasted long after the new snowfall. The intruders would keep coming, and satisfaction never came with them. Eventually she would stop humoring the unwanted guests all together and fall into a peaceful state of solitude.

For the years that lead up to the seal of Ares, Sylvia would entertain herself in multiple ways. Sometimes it was something as simple as carving sculpture's from the ice to decorate her "home" with, or even enhancing her abilities so she could continue to uphold her unofficial 'Spirit of the Tundra' title. Often times she would witness the War from her mountain-top, spending numerous days just staring and questioning to herself the purpose of the fighting. She knew nothing. Krystallos spoke nothing of it, other then telling her that she didn't need to get involved, reminding her that all she needed was there in her snowy biome, that she was a Snow Maiden, a loner, and she should remain that way. Even though she had always trusted his words, she couldn't help but want something different in her life.

Eventually the seal was placed upon Ares and it's people, imprisoning them within the moon. As the rest of Ares was up in chaos, her safe haven was literally glowing with beauty and life. She felt rejuvenated and more alive then she had ever felt before. Even though she knew not the facts herself, her mind couldn't help but race with the possibility that one of the stories she had heard from that man, the one who shared all those stories with her, was true. Had Snow Maiden's really come from the moon to begin with? Despite being a woman of solitude all her life, the thought of there possibly being more people like her on the moon finally enticed her to leave her domain.

Sylvia

In the thousand years that followed though, she found none. Sylvia still took great advantage of her new-found energy from the moon; finally learning of everything her mentor would not speak to her about. She learned of the War, what had brought them to the Moon, learned to fight better, and finally got more involved with her fellow Arean's for once.

When the seal was broken, Sylvia returned to the snowy tundra, only coming down when called for battle, though occasionally seen wandering the city aimlessly.

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Slowly, Sylvia has become more accustomed to her new name and the ways of a Ares soldier, even so far as to participate in the Zion-wide events whenever they were held in hopes of learning how to live properly alongside her fellow Arean's. In the process of this, she has been acquainted with new people, enemies, and possibly even "friends", something she never thought she would have because of lack of a sociable trait. But alas, she was still rather distant and quiet.

It was after Halloween that she had found him, or rather he had found her. A boy, no older then eight had been sitting near her home, an area in the cold region of the Gaabunta Tundra that very few ever visited... much less a child. "I felt the magic, and knew you could help me." This had been the first thing he said to her when she had approached him. She hadn't said anything to prompt it, but the boy was talkative and told her his story easily, all the while following her the rest of the way to her home.

His name was Makaih and he didn't ask if he could stay with her, and she didn't ask if he wanted to stay with her. The two seemingly had some unspoken understanding of each other from the very beginning, and from that point on they were almost inseparable.

It was decided, however, after a rather close call with some more or less dangerous Arean's, that the two would relocate to a safer area of Zion. Because of the difficulties and possible misunderstandings, Sylvia had to make the hard decision of leaving the Arean army and joining Earthra's ranks to fight for a peace that she wanted for the charge she had grown ever so protective of. It hadn't been until she had made the switch that she felt torn by the decision.

Personality:

| Honest | Introverted | Reliable | Mysterious | Classy | Faithful |

Sylvia is a naturally distant person; having spent most of her life in the mountains alone, she secretly craves companionship after finally seeing the world outside the frozen tundra.
Her actions and personality are mainly reflected off the people she spends the most time around. She really doesn't have a personality of her own...
She's usually a passive person until someone provokes her to fight or she is on the battlefield; if that happens she's not afraid to kill them, or make it bloody. She can ultimately sense when there's someone stronger then her. Depending on their approach, she will treat them with the respect they deserve, or simply disperse into her cloud of snow/mist if she feels her life is currently being threatened by them. She values her own life and is not afraid of retreating if she knows her opponent is too strong for her. The only exception being if she is personally ordered to kill someone.
Words don't come easily for her yet, but she speaks with an air of politeness when she does and takes everything in with a calm demeanor. She's very honest because of this, although she can't seem to understand the fine line between "honest" and "rude".
She takes orders and missions very seriously, something else given to her under the influence of Krystallos... she's known to be a little pitiful because of this aspect.
There are some times that she can be happy as well. She mostly enjoys observing other people's happiness, or making other's happy in hopes of acceptance. Possibly another reason she takes her orders and missions so seriously.
She's a little slow when it comes to realizing when people are teasing her, but when she finally figures it out she can easily lose her composure.
When she does trust someone, she is very faithful and more outgoing to that person and will do whatever she can to make sure they are happy.

Like(s):

Cold Treats (ice cream, popsicles, snow cones, etc.) (Weakness)
Reading
~~Art and Beauty (usually in the form of blood and a dead body)~~ Fighting
Affection (Weakness)
Winter and Spring
Fur
Pale Clothing
Pleasing Others

(More to come?)

Dislike(s):

Lying
Failing
Fire (Weakness)
Hot Weather (Weakness)
Being Provoked

(More to come?)

Random Facts:

Creating Weapons and Magic Items is one of her specialties; influenced by the first man she ever met.
She is a graceful fighter despite being a bloody one, her movement in a fight looking more like a dance.
Her diet consists of mainly souls, vegetation, fish, and cold sweets, though she can easily go without eating for years. This doesn't mean she doesn't like to eat though. She can drink blood as well but typically doesn't since she paints the victim and ground with it instead.
It is said that if embarrassed enough, a Snow Maiden can (figuratively) melt into a puddle. Sylvia does this literally, melting into an animated puddle as a form of hiding her embarrassment. She will also melt if she gets too hot.

Relations:

| Makaih |: Her charge/newest companion. Their relationship appears to be similar to a big sister/little brother and mother/son. In reality, Makaih seems to take care of Sylvia more so then she does him. She depends on him in a business aspect, as he takes care of their finances, and does most of the talking between the two. Despite his age, she has a very high respect for him, but she also adores him and makes sure he's happy and having fun no matter what.

| Krystallos |: One of the people she trusts the most, even if she doesn't see him often. She knows almost next to nothing about him, and she knows now that he only keeps her around to manipulate and use her, but doesn't seem to care or let it bother her.

| Exandre |: Hired as an assassin to kill her, he tricked her at first and she now feels more then mistrusting toward him. Unsure of just how strong he was, she avoided the fight and both left unscathed.

|Samira |: (Blossom Festival Event) RP in progress.

| Dorian and Neri |: RP in progress.

ROLEPLAY

| I like quality over quantity. I also like to have a scenario thought up before the start of the RP. |

Roleplay Type:
Chat-Speak; I'm horrible at. I would only try it in the chatroom, and needless to say, don't be surprised if I disappear on you. I tend to lose track of fast-paced rp's like chat-speak, and it will lose my interest quickly.
Semi-Literate; I enjoy this the most as it allows me to be as flexible as I want.
Advanced Literate; possible but expect a wait on replies.

Where?
Skype ( mandii_. )
Notes

Frozen Foliage

Thu, 22 Dec 2011 00:19:22 PST

Stock image, free to use. Enjoy.

Fall is now winter. Dreams of orange are now dreams of ice. Dec 2011.

{oSaC} Mousecry Reference Sheet

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 17:46:35 PST

Say hello to the character that I've spent most of my free time and effort on for the last couple months. She is far from perfect, so any small suggestions and alerts about grammar/spelling are greatly appreciated.

Can't wait to submit to this amazing group on Friday.

Mousecry was brought into my head by this song - [link]. Who thought the Rolling Stones would inspire a Warrior cat RP character?

Also, special shout out to ~Toxic-Innocence! She was a huge help by giving constructive criticism and reading my blabber. Go check out her page, the characters that are there are hard to surpass.

Name: Mousecry (Mousekit, Mousepaw)
Name Breakdown-
Mouse = For her dusty brown coat.
Cry = For her loud opinions.

Age: 26 Moons
Gender: She-cat/Female
Breed: Possible American Short Hair decent.
Appearance: Mousecry is a small and skinny brown tabby with a white mask, paws, tail, and belly. She has a shorter tail than most cats.

Rank: Warrior
Clan: Raggedclan
Skills Overview: It is hard to dispute the power of Mousecry's claws but fairly easy to find flaws in her planning and speed. She has limited knowledge about herbs, wanting to inflict wounds more than treat them, and has always been skeptical about Starclan's power.

Personality: {Proud / Stubborn / Awkward / Competitive / Emotionally Stuck}

{Proud} This Raggedclan warrior often gets in trouble with the Medicine Cat, as she has spent the whole morning walking on a thorn because she wouldn't admit it hurt. Mousecry refuses to accept any sort of defeat or criticism, and turns deaf towards a cat that offer it as an option.

{Stubborn} Mousecry knows how to dig her claws in when it comes to conflict. The brown warrior will keep after an opinion or grudge, no matter how many times she may be proven wrong or told no.

{Competitive} Mousecry will go to the ends of the earth just to prove that she's a better mouser than the next warrior. This habit forces the Raggedclan she-cat's skill to improve, but also pushes her body to the limit.

{Awkward} Don't expect any friendly morning chatter from Mousecry. Direct and to the point, she finds flattery and small talk a confusing concept and a waste of her time. When she does attempt to compliment a fellow feline, it tends to come out in a jumble of stuttering words. This means forming and keeping relationships is a hard task for this tense young warrior.

{Emotionally Stuck} While the tabby warrior's eyesight is keen, when it comes to emotions other than anger, Mousecry may as well be as blind as a mole. Feelings are a scary territory for the normally fearless she-cat, and she will run like a terrified kit if confronted by an upset or sensitive feline.
This behavior does not mean Mousecry has no feelings. She often struggles with her own inner emotions, pushing them away until they explode out in destructive behavior.

History:

Kithood-
Born in Lynxwhisker and Mothdapple's third litter together, Mousekit was in trouble from the start. Despite her easy-going sister, Bramblekit, protesting behind her the dusty brown tabby would find every way to sneak into the leader's den and annoy respected warriors. Mothdapple could often be seen stalking off to a quiet corner of the camp with a sulking kit in tow.
While his mate found their daughter's rude behavior embarrassing, Lynxwhisker saw Mousekit's antics as thoroughly amusing. The tabby kit would often run to her father, knowing the senior warrior would blame either Bramblekit, Mothdapple, other kits, or any other cat in sight. Once the protective force of Lynxwhisker's power even went as far as to accuse the approaching storm clouds for Mousekit's troubles. These incidents put much stress on Lynxwhisker and Mothdapple's already strained relationship.
Although her sister often picked on her size and skills, Bramblekit was never seen over a fox-length away from Mousekit's side. Despite friendly invitations to play from the other kits and coaxing from the nursery queens, the darker tabby she-cat politely declined to leave her feared littermate.

Apprenticeship -

The transition to the apprentice's den, far away from her father's excuses, was a harsh shock for Mousepaw. She found herself eating alone and sleeping on the outskirts of the den, Bramblepaw having finally given into the temptation of having friends. This group of young apprentices refused Mousepaw's awkward, stuttering attempts to say hello and were the first to point out any mistake the tabby made in training. Even though Bramblepaw didn't take part in the teasing and bitterness, she didn't try to stand up for her sister either, which left Mousepaw furious. After a quarter moon of their behavior, the young she-cat stopped trying to please her peers and began ignoring them, but remained terribly lonely.
The crude cats she shared a den with were the least of Mousepaw's troubles. She had been apprenticed to rough warrior named Crowcall, and the smokey tom had no patience for his student's spoiled attitude. The two cats were often found only a few steps away from camp, bristling and spitting foul insults at each other. Lyxwhisker made an attempt to use connections to remove Crowcall as his daughter's mentor but his request was refused, other cats in the clan growing sick of the gray warrior's complaining. This growing distaste from his own clan mates finally gave Mothdapple the courage to finally leave her manipulative mate.
Everything changed for Mousepaw when a tiny ginger tom entered her life. Thrushpaw had been apprenticed three moons late because to his sickly nature, and the nervous cat wasn't well received in the apprentice den due to his size and stutter. At first Mousepaw payed no attention to the twitchy new tom, finding his constant sneezing both disgusting and irritating, but the two outsiders quickly forged an alliance one leaf-bare night. The wind was ruthless and warmth was hard to find if you were curled up on your own. Finally giving into Thrushpaw's requests, offers, and whimpers, Mousepaw allowed the ginger tom to sleep at her side. Instead of falling asleep, the two began to talk and the clan woke up to a sound it had rarely heard before - Mousepaw laughing.
The two apprentices soon appeared inseparable. Mousepaw quickly grew protective of her new friend, snapping harsh words at any cat who dared look at him wrong. To the growing app it felt good to have another cat who cared for her and also needed her. While Thrushpaw was most grateful for the brown she-cat's attitude in the beginning, it became embarrassing to have her stalk over anytime he started a chat with one of his peers. The little tom tried to explain his feelings about the matter to Mousepaw several times, but at the mention of another apprentice the she-cat dove into "How they couldn't catch their own pelts, even if they were grooming themselves!" Thrushpaw feeling uncomfortable around the sharp she-cat's negative comments about other cats and began to find excuses to stay away from her. This only made Mousepaw's controlling behavior worse because the young she-cat sensed she had somehow pushed her only friend into the paws of her sister.
It was true that Thrushpaw was spending more and more time with Bramblepaw and it was obvious that the two were growing quite close. When the two started to be seen often talking quietly to one another in a undisturbed part of camp, rumors of young love began to fly. Mousepaw was crushed by this talk, but refused to let any cat know of the betrayal and hurt she felt inside. Instead, her temper flared and whenever she approached, kits and younger apprentices scattered. Mousepaw wouldn't even respond to Bramblepaw when she approached to make small talk, but the young she-cat could often be caught sneaking looks towards Thrushpaw.
Early one leaf-bare morning, Mousepaw saw Thrushpaw and Bramblepaw trot out of camp, accompanied by Thrushpaw's mentor, Lizardspots. Crowcall had sent his surly apprentice to the elders den all day to do the routine chores of removing ticks and dirty moss as a punishment for talking back in a training session. Scoffing at how silly her friend and sister looked, Mousepaw entered the musty den with a resentful chuckle. That would be the last time she saw Thrushpaw alive.
Around sunhigh, a broken cry sounded from the entrance of camp. Lizardspots staggered into camp, her shoulder sliced open by a deep cut. The elder warrior's injuries were frightening but the ragged scrap of fur she had dragged into camp made every cat's stomach turn. Thrushpaw's orange tabby pelt was stained red with blood and one side of his usually bright face appeared to be gone. Bramblepaw limped behind her fallen friend with clouded eyes, apparently obvious to her torn back leg and the cries of grief surrounding her.
Mousepaw pushed her way through the shocked crowd into the medicine cat's den to see her injured friend. Even though her eyes and the hushed meows of clammates told her that Thrushpaw was dead, the tabby's heart refused to believe he was truly gone. Crouching down next to the little tom, she began to lick his matted fur and torn face, all the time whispering to him that he was going to be alright and she needed him to stay. When Crowcall attempted to guide his apprentice away from the wrecked body Mousepaw only hissed a warning and pressed herself closer to her fallen friend. Even when Thrushpaw's mother, a gentle queen named Morningstream, arrived to grieve for her son, the dusty she-cat refused to leave and even took a swift strike against the devastated mother's pink nose. In her blind grief, it appeared that Mousepaw was trying to defend Thrushpaw against any predator or threat that dared interrupt his sleep.
When Mothdapple heard of her daughter's distraught behavior across camp, she marched over to the medicine cat's den with a heavy heart. Most Raggedclanners believed that she would scold and drag her child away from Thrushpaw's body, but instead she settled down next to Mousepaw instead. After a few soft licks of her daughter's cheek, the golden queen began to explain in a quiet voice what had happened to the orange apprentice. Lizardspots had sent the two apprentices off to practice team hunting while she herself reviewed the Aspenclan border. Bramblepaw and Thrushpaw were creeping up on a blackbird when the fox had attacked. Starved by a hard Leaf-bare, the tod had lunged toward Thrushpaw first because of his small size and weak appearance. The sick tom struggled violently against the fox's jaws and Bramblepaw fought as hard as she could, but vital damage had already been done. Alerted to the struggle by the painful cries, Lizardspots managed to force the canine backward with powerful swipes and Bramblepaw helped by nipping at it's lower legs. Realizing that the small meal wasn't worth the effort, the fox dropped the mangled Thrushpaw and left with an angry bark.
Once her mother had finished the dreadful tale, Mousepaw let the crushing reality in. Letting out a terrible wail, the tough apprentice pressed to Mothdapple's side for comfort and safety. The experienced queen lead her daughter towards the quiet nursery, where Bramblepaw was staying until her leg healed, so she could grieve in peace. For the first time since their kithood, the sisters curled up to each other for comfort.
The following moon, the two sisters were made warriors in a bittersweet ceremony. After she had received her warrior name, Mousecry swore she saw Thrushpaw sitting in the front row, giving her the silly smile that had always made her laugh. After closing her eyes in the moment of happiness, Mousecry saw that her friend had disappeared from camp.

Warrior -
Mousecry can be deemed a gruff and moody warrior, but no can can deny she works hard for Raggedclan. The dusty cat has slowly begun to settle into a warrior's role, but more than a few complaints about her attitude have arisen over the moons.
The new bond between her and her sister grew even stronger in the moons after their mother died. They make quite a pair when they are together, Mousecry brooding and Bramblebelly content.
At any mention of Thrushpaw, Mousecry turns cold and removes herself from the upsetting situation. It is recommended that you avoid the subject when she's around.

Family:
Father: Lynxwhisker - Fluffy spotted gray tom with long whiskers.

Mother: Mothdapple - Golden tabby queen with bright yellow eyes.

Sisters: Bramblebelly - Amber eyed brown tabby with a very fluffy tail.

Extra Facts:
-Was once beaten in battle by an elderly rouge. Bit of a touchy subject.
-Favorite meal is water vole.
-Holds strong prejudices against other clans, rogues, and loners.
-Despite her tough attitude Mousecry blushes incredibly easily. Beware of a red nose.

Relationship tracker:
- Acquaintance
- Friend
- Close Friend
- Respect
- Crush
- Love
- Dislike/Hate
- Unsure
Windchill -// - "Windchill is strong, stubborn, beautiful, and smart - that makes her a perfect warrior. When we first met, she respected my privacy and held back laughter as I fell into a frozen creek like a kit. If she considers me a friend that...that would be adequate.

Coltskip -/ - "I didn't know such a bizarre cat existed! He appears to have bees behind that charming smile of his."

RP Example:
(From #Clansofthenorth)
Coldkit’s cry of triumph made Minkheart jump, but after scanning the area with apprehensive eyes she found only a playful kit. Fond memories of playing with leaves, snow, and unfortunate butterflies with her brother crept into Minkheart’s mind. Things were simple then. Forgetting the worries about the blackbird and her behavior, the muscular she-cat approached the tiny gray cat with a purr. “Thank Starclan we have a cat brave enough to deal with the leaves, it was becoming an infestation!” Taking a seat close to Coldkit, the black she-cat skillfully hooked a crumbly yellow leaf on a claw. “Pesky things, aren't they?”

(From #Beat-of-the-Stars)
As the Nightclan leader's nose touched her cheek, the fur of Finchspots's distinctive coat began to feel quite warm. Her green eyes, usually narrowed in a scowl, opened in surprise as she felt her heart give an unfamiliar twinge. The medicine cat was able to wrangle the happy expression away in less time than it would take to one stride, but her insides were still continued to do an uncomfortable skip.
"You weren't such a nuisance," the she-cat huffed as she turned away. Picking up the chervil with unskillfully clenched jaws, the prideful calico began to walk away with only a slight swish of her large tail to signal farewell.

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Cypher POTP App

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 18:43:54 PST

I updated his info, and he hurts my heart T.T but I'm FINALLY FREAKING DONE!!!!

Name: Cypher

Gender: Male

Age: 5 years

Breed: Resembles a lion and Norwegian forest cat.

Rank: Paladin

Alliance: Sanguis

Current Path Color: Red || Negative Influence: || Positive Influence: || Total Power: 9

Starting Path Color: Orange

Total No. Of Color Shifts: One

No. Of in group Color Shifts: None

History:

Cypher is the only son of Etomine and Lana, two proud, powerful Sanguis Paladins who had been trying to have cubs for years. The bloodline of both of these families was strong and filled with both physical and mental strength--the ability to fight other Culions and to lead humans to their deaths with their negative pathing powers. They were often unrivaled when it came to strength, but they knew too when to practice restraint. However, whether it was something to do with their two powerful bloodlines, a complication in Lana's fertility, or simply bad luck, each litter of cubs were either miscarried or stillborn. With each attempt, Lana became more withdrawn, and Etomine worked ever harder to bring some joy back to her life. The would-be mother saw herself as a failure--strong in every way, but not enough to bare her and her mate a child to carry on their legacies. For a few months they ceased, losing all hope and resigning themselves back to their duties as Paladins. Etomine still adored his mate, even though Lana had become reserved and distant, mechanical in her duties within the Sanguis, and though he knew that he could not make her happy with a child, he contented himself with slipping away every few days to seek out something of great beauty. Often they were small things--unusually shaped shards, the glimmering body of a wandering Forest Moth, a flower, or a gem. But it required more than a few unusual trinkets to convince his mate that the world still held beauty. The jagged rocks and rivers of lava were home, but they were not beautiful in the way that he believed his mate needed to see.

He coaxed her from her den one night to walk with him, as they often did--half a patrol, and half simply a time for them to speak to one another and sooth their minds. When they reached the edge of the Sanguis territory, Lana made to turn as they normally would, but Etomine simply placed his tail on her shoulder and guided her across the border, into the territory of the humans. Confused, Lana believed that he had brought her there for pathing, but Etomine did not make for the human village, nor for the lands where humans sometimes roamed after dark. Instead, he discreetly entered the territory of their long-time rivals, the Kukiril. They did not venture deep in the territory, but he did not need to take her that far--there was life in this part of the underworld, the beautiful haunting glow of the mushrooms, the eerie plants that clung to the swamp. Etomine's mate was wary, but when she saw the lights that cast their soft glow on the life-filled area of the Kukiril swamp, she felt life begin to stir once again in her own heart. The musky odor hid their scent, and by chance they were not happened upon as they spent the night there, at the edge of the positive-pathers' territory, trying one last time to recreate new life from their own.

Their joy, when they discovered that their final attempt had been successful, was unmatched. After months of waiting and worrying, Lana gave birth to a single cub, whom she named Cypher. He was small and scraggly, weak even by the standards of a cub, but his proud parents could not have loved him more. He was quite spoiled for the first few months of his life, as he learned to walk unsteadily and roughhouse with his father's gentle paw. He was often sickly, but his parents refused to lose the son that they had awaited for so long and kept him close, kept him fed, and kept him well-exercised with play. They kept a watchful eye on him while he played with others his age, and hid their concern about his small size and pitiful strength. Though they were often busy with their own duties, they divided up their duties so one would always remain with him. They were incredibly overprotective, but Cypher was a sweet and gentle kit, and he loved them dearly. Without them, he was as small, weak, and frightened as he appeared to be, but when they were in sight he felt himself to be very large indeed. He did not worry that he was small, not in the first few months of his life, and barely even seemed to notice that he was far behind the other Culion cubs. However, one day be began to realize that he was smaller, weaker, and not as powerful as he should have been. He had grown slowly from his runty size, but he was still awkward, undersized, and timid when it came to play-fighting. When the others his age acquired their Path Signatures one by one, he did not bear the arrow mark, nor the power. Though his parents reassured him that he would bear his own mark soon, and grow to become a respectable, wonderful asset to the Sanguis, more weeks passed and none of these changes occurred. He became very self-conscious, the oldest who remained in the den with the other cubs as they all hoped that soon he would be able to join the ranks of tyros. He was sure that his parents were disappointed in him, and that if he didn't want to be a burden for the rest of his life, he would have to do something to ensure that he was blessed by Equinox.

It took sweet, little Cypher a long time to finally work up the courage to leave the fortress. His mother actually caught him the first time that he tried to slip away, and scolded him until she was satisfied that he would not try again. Could he not see that he was much-loved by almost every Culion within the Sanguis? With his sweet demeanor and his gentle admiration for everyone, there were none who harbored him ill-will or thought him to be a burden. Even without powers, he would surely grow to become strong like his parents and be able to hunt and defend his Alliance. But all Cypher could see was that, for some reason, good fortune and maturity had passed him by, and without some sort of proof that he was worthy of it, he did not think he would ever be able to live up to the expectations he believed were placed upon him. It was that which led him to his second attempt to slip away, one which proved to be successful, much to his astonishment. For the first time in his life, he was outside of the Sanguis fortress and in the world. He did not know anything about this territory, other than the descriptions that he had heard through the years. He had not gone through training, nor had even been shown the limits of the territory. He was sure that he could find his way back to the fortress, for it loomed black and white above everything else in a mass of rocks. So he picked a direction and wandered, fortunately not stumbling into another alliance's territory, but wandering towards that territory which lead even the bravest Culion to caution--the Land of Humans. He did not notice when he crossed the border--he was too preoccupied with his growing confidence, the mysteries that this strange new world presented to him. He pounced after rolling weeds and hopping insects, finding that out here, where there were no other cubs to compare him with, he was very large indeed. Though his movements were clumsy and he caught nothing, he felt brave for the first time in his life.

So it was no surprise that when he came upon the humans, he did not run from them at once. He had been warned that they were dangerous, that they were predators of the Culions and in fact had nearly hunted them to extinction before Equinox had blessed their race with the power of pathing. But as he watched them with wide, golden eyes from the darkness where he hid, he could not see what made them so dangerous. Certainly, they were large, but so were Hellhounds and Monster Birds. Their skin was bare, exposed without fur to keep them safe, their only protection from the elements the pelts that they had stolen from other creatures. They had no horns, and no claws on their long fingers. Their teeth looked worn and dull, and their movements were not quick. He followed them as they crept through the woods, surprisingly quiet for creatures who looked so uncoordinated and weak. They did not look to be the bitter, evil, dangerous creatures that had slaughtered so many of their kind. For a moment, Cypher felt a flicker of pity for the creatures, so out of their element but striving to survive despite the odds that were heavily stacked against them. The humans belonged in their own world--was it so wrong, then, to want to lead them back to where they had come from, as the Kukiril aimed to do? As leading them into the rifts of darkness too cruel a fate? However, what Cypher did not realize was that these humans were hunters, hunting Underworld game (though not Culions specifically) to bring back to their village. As Cypher followed them, one of them suddenly caught sight of the Culion cub and shouted in its harsh, garbled language which bit at his ears. He was petrified as they moved towards him, terrified suddenly of their looming height and clever, bright eyes. He trembled, low to the ground, as the human that had approached him bent down, picking him up roughly by the scruff and holding him in the air for the others to see. Cypher went limp in the man's hand, tucking in his paws just as he would have done if it were his mother holding him by the scruff, not these bizarre creatures with cold, tight fingers. He didn't know what to do, and did not know what they would have done to him, but he was sure that it would be nothing good. For the first time since venturing out from the fortress, Cypher realized how weak he truly was, and how danger had only been lurking at the perimeter of his vision.

When his father, Etomine, came leaping out from the shadows, Cypher thought that it was a monster sent by the darkest deities of the Underworld. The full-grown, lion-like's Culion claws tore through the human holding Cypher, and the cub found himself falling through the air to land hard on his side. He was not injured, though he could not move when he raised his eyes from the ground, transfixed by the image of his father's fury, fighting the humans. What he had not seen before in wake of the humans' apparent weakness now presented itself to his eyes--they held long blades sharper than the claws of even his father, and able to reach longer as well. They had no weapons, and so had created weapons for themselves, just as they created larger pelts to replace the ones that they had been born without. Cypher trembled in the grass as he watched his father fight bravely to defend him, taking down two of the humans and injuring third before their combined might was too much for him. He had not had time to open a rift, not for all of them at once, and in desperation had done the only thing he could to save his only child from these hunters--he attacked them head-on, even though he knew it was a lost cause, that their might was too much for him. And so Cypher watched his father fall, watched them spark a fire and tend to their wounded, watched them lift Etomine and carry him back to their village. Cypher trembled in the shadows, forgotten by all, until hours after they had left. He finally worked up the willpower to stand, to stumble back the way he had come in wide-eyed, silent shock. He knew only that he was headed for his home, the Sanguis fortress, where his mother would be waiting to comfort and scold him, where his father surely was waiting to bat him with a gentle paw, for what had just occurred could not be anything more than a dream.

But when he returned to the fortress, the cold reality struck him like claws. His mother flocked to him at once, scolding him in her worry, grooming the dirt from his pelt as he clung to her in fear. He finally managed to stammer out what had happened, and as he spoke, Lana's caresses ceased. She was as frozen and shocked as Cypher himself had been as he'd stumbled home. "Mother!" he had cried, pressing his face into her fur. "Mother I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." But Lana had no response for him. The grief, the memories of all the beauty and love that her mate had provided her and the startling devastation of its sudden loss had broken her. While the story soon spread through the rest of the Alliance, the other members attempted to comfort her, but she could not be consoled. There was no funeral, for the Sanguis did not have a body to bury, but Lana still left, disappearing for days at a time and returning without a word to anyone. She had lost her voice, lost the luster of her coat. She had fallen back into the depression that had built up over the years of miscarriages and stillbirths, and this time she did not have Etomine to guide her through it. She was lost, and Cypher was only a reminder of what had happened, for the cub came to her often for comfort. She did not have comfort that she could give him. Broken, she spent most of her time leading humans through dark rifts until she collapsed from exhaustion, getting up when she had regained enough strength to lead yet another through. After one of these times, she simply did not return, and though the Sanguis scoured both the human territory and their own, there was no trace of her to be found. Her scent simply ended, abruptly cut off as it mingled with one of the humans. The accepted story was that upon leading a human through a negative rift, she simply followed him through, leaving the world of the Culions behind her.

Without even a shell of a mother to press himself to for comfort, Cypher grieved alone in the shadows of the Sanguis fortress. It was not apparent until now how few true friendships he had made with other cubs, for his parents had always kept him close, and he'd had no need for others other than the occasional chaperoned play-fight. He snapped at those who approached him offering their sympathy, lost to his grief, cursing the humans for what they had taken from him. It was only a few days after his mother had been confirmed dead when his own Path Signature appeared on his left hind leg. To the surprise of almost everyone, it was bright orange, an uncommon color for a Tyro to start with, though not unheard of. The loss of both his parents in such a short time, after being dependent upon them for so long, had darkened Cypher, throwing him starkly to the negative side of pathing even before he matured. Within him, the grief had turned to rage. He hated the humans for what they had taken from the world, how they had been responsible for the deaths of both his parents. Once he learned to find and create a rift, he never hesitated to lead a human to it to be lost into oblivion. He grew--oh yes, he grew. The days of him being small and sickly were over, and though he was a late bloomer, he grew to inherit the strength and size of his parents: his father's similarity to a lion, and his mother's curled ears and studded horns. Fur grew as a dark mane and a light badder streaming from his tail, and though his powers as a Paladin were still shaky and weaker than some, his strength and endurance were unquestionable. He reached full Paladin status before even some who had received their marks before he had.

Some time after receiving full status as a Paladin, Cypher met a Kukiril cat while leading a human to a negative rift. His rival was a much stronger pather than he was, and a firm believer that the humans should not have to pay for the past mistakes of others. Though Cypher fought with all his strength to try to keep the human he was leading on his own path, the Kukiril cay succeeded in turning the human from Cypher and leading it into a positive rift. Cypher was furious, the rage which had been bubbling deep within him suddenly exploding outward in full force. He fought the enemy cat and did not hesitate to bring him down, killing him while in the grip of his anger even though the other cat had already surrendered to him. When he came to his senses and realized that his anger had gotten the better of him, he panicked. He dragged the body of the cat he had killed to the river of lava where it was lost to the fire, and washed the scent and blood from his body. The color of his path shifted from orange to red at that moment, but he felt no satisfaction from the huge mistake he had made--in fact, the guilt gripped him once again, leaving him to withdraw even further from his fellow Sanguis Culions. He was never discovered--he never found out who the other cat was, and although the Kukiril accused the Sanguis of the other cat's death, there was never any definite proof. That, perhaps was the worst part of it, as well as the secret that Cypher carries with him at all times along with the scar that he acquired in the fight, a constant reminder of the greatest mistake of his life.

Cypher never ceased hating the humans, for it was the simplest lie that he could tell himself--that they were responsible for the deaths of Etomine and Lana. It was a lie simply because he had never stopped believing the alternative in his heart, even though he fought daily to reject it: that it was his own fault that they were killed, that his father had died in response to his foolishness and weakness, and his mother had succumbed to grief soon afterwards. An anger lies deep within this rugged, dark tom, but the anger does not make up his core. He seems to be angry at a great number of things, though in truth he is really only angry at himself--angry for being too weak as a cub, angry at himself for letting go and killing another cat who did not deserve to die. He fears the day that someone will find out what he has done. But although he does not know it, he longs for that day as well--the day where he can finally be seen for what he really is and judged, since the guilt has been eating him away little by little. He refuses contact with others because of this confusion. He knows that cats will hate him not only for what he has done, but for the dark Culion that he believes himself to be. But this is not who he wants to be, and it was not who he was born to be. He pushes everyone away, wishing for them to hate him because making a connection with someone and losing them to a hatred which he did not intend for them to have is what he truly fears. Within him is still a gentle soul, when he is not angry, this unfortunate Paladin too weighed down by grief, anger, and guilt to know himself to be good.

Personality: Overall type: Tsundere

| Hot-tempered | Stubborn | Strong | Quick to Judge | Dark | Inwardly Gentle | Self-Incriminating | Lost |

| Hot-tempered | Cypher appears to be either angry or irritable at all times. He has quite a temper which is easy to spark and explosive when lit, pent up from the unbearable boil of guilt that he feels for things that were both his fault and that which her perhaps has no control of but blames himself for, anyway. Though he appears to be angry at everything and everyone, in whatever circumstance he comes across them under, really the only one who he is angry at is himself. He takes it out on anyone who ruffles his fur the wrong way or even just says something that he doesn't particularly like. This hot temper is also a sort of defense mechanism, for he believes that if he allows himself to get too attached to another they will hate him while he is not prepared for it--that alone may be enough to break him entirely.

| Stubborn | Cypher rarely takes another's advice into consideration, especially when he is in an irritable mood. He will almost never change his opinion once he has it formed, despite what another cat says, unless there is overwhelming evidence to support that he is wrong. He will also never accept help from another cat, and usually his cutting words is enough to deter anyone from trying to help him. He has a slight sense of pride, though this stubborn streak comes mostly from his irritable attitude and his fear of connecting with another cat. However, there are times when this can be an asset--he doesn't give up easily. Whether it is injury or illness or simply an impossible task, Cypher is too stubborn to be a quitter. When he puts his mind to a task, he will see it through or else die drying.

| Strong | Cypher is both strong of body and of will. He will not be swayed by the words of another cat unless they are extremely good at manipulation, and as mentioned before, he does not give in easily. He is also incredibly powerful in physical strength, able to endure many blows as well as crush an opponent with brute strength. His bulk leaves him without much room to be fast or agile, but he sees no real need to be either of these things. He is content in his strength, knowing that with his build, attempting to be fast or clever in his attacks would only backfire and make him become weaker in the end. So he plays to his strength--which is, in fact, his strength. He does not slack off when it comes to duty, and keeps himself in shape at all times, knowing that this is almost all of what he can count on in a fight.

|Quick to Judge | Along with being incredibly stubborn, Cypher is very quick to judge another cat, or even a situation. He will stand by first impressions almost entirely, and it takes a lot to get him to change his opinion into another. It leaves him to dislike many cats on the spot and to feel insecure around most, which is much of the reason why he never opens up to anyone. He is cynical, doubting much more than he trusts and leaving little room for another to do anything but the same to him.

| Dark | Cypher is, unfortunately, an incredibly dark cat. The combination of all the traits mentioned above along with his inclination to remain isolated from anyone else leaves him too much time to brood, to regret things that he's done even though doing so will only increase his anger and guilt. It is a vicious cycle, and one where Cypher will lose no matter what he does. He cannot break free from it, for the anger is the only thing that stands between him and accepting the fact that he is the reason his parents lost their lives, and that he personally took the life of another and left them to disappear without a body for their friends to mourn over, just as he had no bodies to put to rest after the death of Etomine and Lana.

| Inwardly Gentle | Beneath it all--the guilt, the anger, the suspicion of others--Cypher has a gentle nature that has survived his dark path from cubhood. It is rare to see him when this part shows through, but it is not impossible. He shows compassion when the anger is not threatening to consume him, and he shows kindness. It is the cat that he wishes himself to be but does not believe himself to be, and in not believing it, he only pushes it further away as a reality. But catch Cypher on a day where prey is abundant, where peace has tentatively struck between alliances, and when his spirit is at peace for a few moments. The image, compared to that which he lets himself be known for, is stunning.

| Self-Incriminating | Cypher takes a lot personally. Though he tries to convince himself that he does not accept responsibility for the things he has done, in reality he blames himself for much more than what only he has done. He takes a lot personally, which is a part of his gentle nature which has mixed badly with the type of Culion he grew to be. When he feels guilt, it haunts him, eats away at him and makes him withdraw from others even more than he already does. He believes himself to be an evil cat, though that is not the case. There are times where he has to fight his better nature simply because he believes that he is not capable of that better nature. It is proof that he is not completely a lost cause, though the very proof of this is what is driving him further and further towards a fate of either violence or madness.

| Lost | Cypher is not quite sure who he is, or what anything in the world means. He doesn't trust very easily, but he still longs to trust another and let that trust be returned. When he is not outwardly angry, he is sitting somewhere by himself, wishing for nothing more than for another to sit beside him but knowing that, if one does approach him, he will drive them away. He is afraid of being judged in a way that he does not understand, and so creates the only form of control that he can--to make others see him as angry and unstable, in turn making him actually angry and unstable. He is confused, and utterly lost, unable to fully identify himself with his anger because of his guilt, and unable to express his gentle nature because of the anger that refuses to dissipate. He is slowly burning himself out, leaving only emptiness in its wake

Family:

Etomine || Father || Deceased
Lana || Mother || Deceased

Notes:

He loves cubs, but he does not trust himself with them.
Though he is satisfied with his strength, he still remembers the time when he was a sickly, runty cub, and secretly roots for the underdog
His backstory is way too dramatic, and Riv needs to make some well-balanced characters for once
He never really developed a sense of humor
When he's in one of his rare good moods, his sometimes forgets how big he is and gets a little clumsy
His memory is fantastic, almost photographic--he can remember places, scents, and whole conversations clearly
He just needs a hug

Theme Songs

CASTLE OF GLASS by Linkin Park [link]
Flawed Design by Stabilo [link]
Where are you Going? by Dave Matthews Band [link]
Undisclosed Desires by Muse [link]
Six Weeks by Of Monsters and Men [link]

Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Acquaintance
Respect
Friend
Good Friend
Famiy
Crush
Love

None yet

RP example: From #The-Golden-Butterfly with ~Toadfoal

It was in the middle of the night when D'ialia slipped back into the Warriors Den. She had been absent a lot from camp lately--more distant than usual towards whoever tried to talk to her, and even to Cenek. It had started even during the journey from the old home to the new, as between her unwillingness and her still-recovering body, she had lagged terribly behind the rest of the group as they moved from Nandryx to their new home. Her only companion--a small kit, barely old enough to be an apprentice, from Light Tribe, who D'ialia knew as Raine. The little healer had soothed her injuries whenever D'ialia allowed it and had been almost annoying in her encouragement, but D'ialia had borne it stoically. The journey had taken its toll on her, though it had not been her injuries so much as it had been that unsettling, deep feeling of reentering the place where she had wandered so aimlessly for the better part of her life. Her first encounter with the Sinkhole had been the first slap in the face, for she remembered the wary instincts that rang in her head as she skirted its breadth, knowing instinctively not to go near the thing. Time after time, even more so than she thought that she would, she remembered places that she stumbled across. Usually it was no more than a feeling--a memory of an emotion or a scent, the blurring of images that she had not thought to remember back during her more savage days. It was as she had feared indeed, though she knew this land was one of several that she had spent time in. She had known places far more north--mountains, strange scents, places and creatures that she knew no better now than she knew then. But it was enough.
So she had been absent, often and inexplicably. She spent little time in camp, often returning only to drop prey on the fresh-kill pile. She was improving as a hunter to the point of being deadly--hidden in the shadows, able to warp even the largest and most unformed to do her bidding and frighten creatures straight into her paws, though she knew better than to rely entirely on her powers for such a menial task. But even still, it had seemed that her irrational fear did, in fact, have a certain rationality to it. As she spent less and less time in camp, cats began to wonder if she would leave the clans entirely and live out her life back in the territory. Sojir had returned one day saying she had encountered D'ialia lurking deep in Nightwatch Forest, at the edge of what was now widely considered to be the Kingdom territory. Often when she returned to camp, strange scents clung to her fur: Pheasant Woods, Air Tribe, the Breathing Caldera... as if she had scoured every inch of territory to its very edges. Perhaps she was lost already--perhaps she had been lost ever since they left Nandryx, and it had only been a matter of time before she left the life that she had been landed in so suddenly with the other returning exiles. That was what some said, at least. Too odd, too uncomfortable around others and uncomfortable to be around at all. But now, at least, she had returned. The dead of night, with the half-moon rising over the still and frozen air of the winter landscape, she slipped down into the tunnels, eyes shining bright and violet as she followed Cenek's scent. There were plenty of tunnels now--enough to where there was not just one den for warriors, one for apprentices, and so on, but one for several friends to sleep together or for some to sleep alone. She came across Cenek's white, sleeping form, as eerily silent as she always was, and prodded his shoulder with one paw to wake him.

S-S : Naklin Huo

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 01:03:36 PST

One out of two apps for _{Thanks again for the invite Boxie~ ♥}

What in the hell did I make? I feel like he needs boobs and a kira kira sign. // choke
I tried to make a 'desu' character. Forgive me, I don't know how to make those.
This is Naklin Huo. Bathhouse owner of Borlene. Be careful when talking to him.

He's really weird.

I will put up info later. I feel like I'm dying so--
I'm gonna drink all this soda, read some BL, and hope I can sedate myself to sleep tonight. ♥

So-- No sleep for me yet. Maybe in ten more minutes. But here--
I finished his info. I hope the background isn't too long or too weird?
And that the rest of the information isn't too weird as well? . _ .
If so I'll-- Fix it somehow. Sometime. Yeah. // lays

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_{Name: Naklin Huo

Age: 29

Gender: Male (Yeah—He’s a boy.)

Species: Hybrid - Penguin

Job: Bathouse Owner (Bolrene)

Country: Bolrene

Personality: Enthusiastic | Energetic | Pestering | Persistent | Stubborn |Straightforward | Fearless | Curious | Touchy Feely | Annoying as hell

Naklin was probably dropped on his head several times throughout his life. In fact—He actually has. The penguin boy seems too lack a lot of basic and necessary emotions. He has no tact, is too straightforward and will often blurt out whatever is on his mind whether it may be inappropriate or not. The guy gets too excited easily and when interested in someone or something—His eyes will get wide and he’ll stare almost inappropriately for extended periods of time without blinking.

When he wants to be friends with someone, he will demand their attention. Whether you say you hate him or think he’s annoying—If he has his eyes set on building a friendship with you, he will not stop until you at least falsely admit you’ll be his friend. Naklin especially loves people he finds interesting and will go to the point of being stalker-ish. He does not understand the concept of the personal bubble either. He will touch and poke and body hug whoever he wants and no one can do anything to stop him. Although he’s in his late twenties—Naklin acts more like he’s five.

Despite his overall creepy and annoying behavior, Naklin is a generally happy person. Always enthusiastic and joyful, he’s hardly ever visibly sad. He truly loves to make other people happy and because he is hardly intimidated by others, Naklin tries quite hard to please everyone he meets. Even if he has to make them hate him first.

History: Klin Akitla grew up high in the mountains with only his grandmother. He couldn’t remember what had happened to his parents exactly, and neither did his aging grandmother. The two never brought up that subject often. As the two lived quite isolated from anyone else, Klin was often the one to go up and down the mountain to gather firewood and hopefully run into some hunters in the forest in order to steal the animals they had hunted for food. He was quite content with his life, isolated in the mountains.

Soon enough, the old woman began to lose her memory. Perhaps developing Alzheimer’s as she had started calling Klin by completely different names. Waking up one morning, the old woman was nowhere to be found. Frantically, Klin searched with his eyes, climbing up and down his trail on the mountain searching for her. Panicking, he went to the other side of the mountain. Careless, he slipped and fell.

The boy woke up to see the sky above him, snow falling gently. He felt cold, realizing he was laying on ice that had frozen over a lake. Klin’s body was weak and numb and he could hardly move. His eyes widened when he heard something that must’ve been a small animal step onto the ice. The ice made a loud cracking noise, Klin sinking into the water, eventually feeling his consciousness slip away. He was shocked awake when he felt himself being held by someone extremely warm. Weakly, Klin looked around to find himself on a fishing boat.

The person who had saved him introduced himself as Yong Zhen. After exchanging explanations to one another, Yong Zhen explained that he had found Klin’s grandmother. She had fallen on her head and died before he had gotten to her. Klin was taken in by Yong Zhen and his parents, taking the time to heal his body and grief. Eventually, Klin was finally taken in as part of the family— Changing his name to Naklin Huo. Even taking their last name as his own. While searching for a job, he found that Bolrene’s bathhouse needed a new owner. He applied, hoping he would get the job and start his life over again.

Talents/Skills:

♦ Does hair AKA make everyone look “pretty”
♦ Is able to soak and swim in extremely cold water long periods of time (Cause he’s a penguin)
♦ Tolerant of even the coldest temperatures
♦ Can talk constantly for perhaps 30 minutes straight without stopping (May God have mercy on your soul)
♦ He can paint your nails and toes all fancy like. With a tiny paintbrush.

Likes:

• Washing others’ backs
• Braiding people’s hair
• Talking to interesting people
• Cooking for Yong Zhen (Even though he sucks)
• Dancing
• Salmon

Dislikes:

• Silence
• Goats
• Burning things
• Doing anything alone
• People touching his tail

Relation status: None except for Yong Zhen. (Cause he’s too creepy to have anyone else. Hee hee. ♥)

Additional Information:

Klin = Remembered Snow
Naklin = Forgotten Snow
Huo = 火 Fire (Chinese)
Akitla = Snow falling on water

♦ Naklin is probably extremely gay. I mean look at him. Since he hasn't met anyone yet though-- This may be subject to change.}

t.G.O App .: Dwalin :.

Tue, 15 May 2012 12:19:58 PDT

EDIT: Updated his image! 26/08/2012
ALSO! Ask him a question on Tumblr! [link]
EDIT2: Redone his reff, AGAIN XD 05/09/2012

Name: Dwalin Frozenpool _{(Known by friends/family as 'Wally')}

Gender: Male

Breed: Turkish Angora X Tabby Mix

Chaw: Dabble

Magic:

Job: Heir to the Throne

Faction: None

Home #: North Sector ; The Frozen Palace

Talents:
Hand-to-Paw co-ordination:
Has a knack for stringed instruments, and often acompanies his elder brother Haden when he is telling his tales.

Personality:

[Devoted][Caring][Honourable][Charming]

Devoted :
Dwalin is a very loyal tom, as once he has set his mind on something, he will finish it. Perhaps this is due to being the youngest of his family, as he always strives to be the best and prove himself to his family.

Caring:
This prince is extremelly caring, he always looks out for people and making sure everyone is alright. He seems like a big tough guy on the outside, but he is really a big softie inside. He enjoys looking after people and keeping his friends company.

Honourable:
Dwalin never lets anything harm people, which links into caring, and swears to protect everybody in the kingdom. This can sometimes make him a bit proud and uptight, but it is quite rare.

Charming:
A trait which is shared in his family, Dwalin can be very charming and gentleman-like, and a part of his personality loves to snag a pretty she-cat every now and then. He is respectful to females however, and treats them with alot of sincerity and makes them feel like princesses.

History:

...Another boy!:

Dwalin was born into a rather torn family. His mother died soon after his birth, and he was seen as a sort of cause of her death, though no-one ever mentioned it. He never seen much of his brothers as a young tom, as Haven was never around, Haven was slinking around Gods know where, and Haden was buisy training as the next in line.
He spent most of his time fighting with his toys, _{Mainly a huge teddy he never admits of keeping}, and was alone 80% of the time. The only real social time he had was when his father paid him visits or when his sitters came to play with him.
As he reached 6 months, he soon became tired of hardly seeing his siblings and found himself pestering them alot, especially if he had nothing better to do.
At this age he discovered his albino sibling's illness, as he was pretty unaware before, and soon made a habit of making sure that he packed extra meds for Haven, incase he forgot his own, or simply didn't bother.

The Accident

Dwalin also enjoyed listening to tales
of the humans, which seemed like mythical beasts at the time as he had hardly spent time with them.
That was until he had his little 'accident' with one, of course. The young tom had slipped away from the palace and decided to follow Haden into the human village to have a proper look around. It was sunrise, and unknown to him the humans were beginning to awake from their slumber. Now, being the tom he was, he decided to slip into one of their homes and have a closer look. Unfortunately, this paticular human male was a butcher, and he must of thought that young Dwalin was there to steal some meat and went for him with a small knife-like object and gashed him on the shoulder.
He avoided the human village as much as possible from then on.

True Makings of a Prince

Dwalin's father and many of the Palace workers soon noticed how physically strong the sprouting tom was, and he was also becoming more adventurous and excitable. He was often found in the market place, talking to the members of the kingdom and enjoying himself. Dispite his age, Dwalin loved to spend his spare time training and devoting himself to becoming a excellent fighter. He was inspired by many of his ancestors, and even members of the military as he drilled himself to be at the best of his abiity.
He also strived to become more sociable with his brothers, often just pretty much annoying them (Especially Haven) Until they responded. He also found a love of music, and enjoyed seranading she-cats by sitting on walls and playing his instrument, often with a smile on his face. His older brother Haden discovered him one day doing this, and invited him to play with him when he was creating his bards.

Will add more as time passes...

Additional Info:
His wepon is a strong metal Axe, which he sometimes holds in a sling over his back.
Cares for his older brother, and always carries around some spare meds if he ever forgets his.
Earned his scar over his eye after experiancing a rather nasty fall down the hills.
Has a secret teddy bear which he stashes in his room.
Relationships:

Respect
Family
Crush
Love
Mate
Dislike/Envy
Friend
Aquaitance
Hatred
Fear
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His Brothers _{(Haven, Haden)}
' Ah, my brothers. I love them both so much, both of them have been my role models all my life, and Haden will become a briliant king!'

Paige
'I adore this female, she is amazing. She always knows what to say and she can put up with my nonsense. I hope that one day we will be together.'

Schillings
180

Roleplay Sample:
Taken from

" Qhuinn!" the young grey tom yelled, his bright golden eyes gleaming excitedly. His tail flicked side to side impatiently as he sat outside of his friends house. "Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Typical. The one day Maverick was ready, his friend wasn't. And, even worse, it was on the 'Squirrel Scramble' as he liked to call it. "They're gonna be gone by the time you get your fuzzy butt out 'ere!" he mewed, his voice heavy with irritation. Suddenly, a ball of golden fur flew out towards him knocking him over. Mav laughed and pushed Qhuinn off. "C'mon Twinkle Toes, let'sa go!" They ran across the branches together, before finally arriving at the dense area of canopy. "Three....Two....One...." All of a sudden dozens of squirrels came bursting out of the leaves, filling the air with squeaks and high pitched noises.
"Go Go Go!" Mav yowled, chasing after the rodents with his trusty sidekick behind him.

-tGO- Akelo Nekrimi Reference Sheet

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 09:51:49 PST

_{Yes, I am going to try to bring my Akelo back :3
For #The-Grimalkin-Oath The group isn't open just yet, but I'm ready for when it is ^^

Name
Akelo Nekrimi

Age:
4 1/2 Years old

Gender:
Tom-cat/Male/He

Breed:
American Curl(or equivalient) x Turkish Van

Chaw:
Elite

Magic:
_{If required, I can take him back down to level one on only one thing. Since I left, I wasn't sure if I could keep his stats. He's aged since I left, and I am not pretending he didn't change. See history for edit}

Magic Chart
Summon: Lvl 1
Mind Reading: Lvl 2
Ghost Grasping; Lvl 2

Job: Lord of the Legionary

Faction
None; N/A

Home #
North Quarter; 3

Talents

Dancing | An unknown fact about Akelo is that when he has time off, he prefers going to the marketplace and dancing in the crowds with the other entertainers. While he does this, he tends to wear a cloak that hides most of his markings. Its not a practice he wants others to know, due to his easily embarassed nature.

Swimming | Having a house nearby a stream, just like he wanted, is an advantage to this cat. When he isn't dancing or training, he is swimming. This is for fun and exercise, as it builds up his leg muscles, muscles not normally used.

Song Writing | From his family he gained the talent of writing songs. Usually beginning with playing an instrument and adding words or other sounds, he secretly has a stash of songs he has written that only are heard by those he trusts most, or those lucky few to get that close to him.

Singing| Akelo has an amazing voice that, when he sings, sounds like an instrument in itself. He doesn't notice this, and just likes to sing, mostly the songs he writes himself

Personality:

| ADHD | Protective | Playful | Caring | Embarassed | Oblivious | Paranoid |

ADHD
While his rank calls for a focused individual, Akelo tends to lose his train of thought easily. The only thing he focuses on while training is staying on track. Once training, teaching, and fighting is over, however, his mind returns to its jumpy little nature. When it's not a matter of life or death, this cat can be seen wandering into one room, determined to do something, then the next second he is leaving, off to do something else. When he was given the rank he has now, he knew he had to fix this. He has techniques for himself to remain on task, but give him one distraction and he is off again. The only thing that brings him back is the knowledge that those who listen to him, who he protects, need him, and then he is back on track. He now takes medicine to try to work past this flaw, as it has proved dangerous recently.

Protective
Driven by the need to protect his family, Akelo finds himself going out of his way to do just that. He visits them every day, and if he ever misses a day, makes up for it the next. He gives his mother and adoptive father shillings from his pay when he can, and plays with his younger sisters, though they have begun finding families of their own. Family means everything to this cat, and he does everything in his power to keep that safe. The Emperors family falls under his protective nature as well, especially Haven. Haden and Akelo get along, but Haven and Akelo formed a bond that was closer than mentor and trainee. Haven is family to the Legionary, and as such, gets Akelo's full protection. He is unsure if Haven will accept him back, but even if he does not, he will still wish to protect him from afar.

Playful
Give this cat a chance, he will be right there in the square, dancing, cheering, and having fun. He prefers a life of fun to a life of duties, but wouldn't give up his current life for anything but what he has. Those fleeting moments of play are like heaven to Akelo. He looks forward to them. When training others, he makes it fun, in his own way. He prefers an easy, fun approach to a 'beat in their heads till they understand' one. The strength of this trait has faded slightly over the months previous, but he still tries to put an effort forwards.

Caring
Such is the tom-cat raised to love others. Akelo longs to love a family of his own one day, children, or even just a mate to come home to. He cares about others, and often puts his life in danger to help another. It isn't below this cat to give his food to a beggar, to let a homeless cat rest in his guest room for a day or so. He does what he can to help others, and feels bad if he is forced to do otherwise. He is still likely to care, but he takes a few more cautious measures before giving his care to a stranger.

Embarassed
A blush is easy to cause on this ginger's face. Telltale sign are if his eyes go wide, he adverts his gaze, and his ears go flat. He is embarassed by simple thigns. If he hiccups, he blushes. If someone compliments him, he blushes. If he speaks with someone he likes? He blushes, and he goes silent. Embarassment is a bad habit for this tom, one that will never be fixed. But who would want him to? He is so cute when he is blushing, one may find it hard to keep from smiling. Hasn't changed

Oblivious
Just as it say. Akelo has an open mind, but at times, his eyes seem to be closed. He has passed on many mates just because he didn't notice their interest. He is oblivious to how his words affect others as well. A simple smile from him may make a she-cat stutter, and he would think she is sick. He cares, and as such, he is blind.

Paranoid
Since he returned from his trip, he finds himself always looking over his shoulder, studying his surroundings, and making note of objects and people of interest. He fears for his life now, and for those around him. His eyes always seem to be moving, and when he finally relaxes, either a weapon is nearby, or his magic is on the tip of his fingers. He trusts still, but not without proof of being a friendly.

History:

Time of birth...

Akelo was born to a single mother, along with three sisters. The kittens father had left some time after the four were conceived. A wanderer, no one really knew who he was, or where he went. No one expected him to come back. The four kittens were raised by their mother alone. Their mother, Elisa, was a fortune-teller. She earned money this way, and kept her family alive. There were bad times though. Pirates raided the Marketplace, and near here was where the family lived. During the raid, all the supplies, Schillings, and even somethinG important to them. Two of Akelo's sisters were kitnapped, and this broke Elisa's heart. She lost hope in her ability to raise the family. Suri, Akelo's last sister, perished during a cold night, from a sickness that had been taking members of the lower class for weeks. Akelo was 7 months at this time, still a very impressionalble age, and Elisa gathered her strength. She started working again, gaining more Schillings, more food, and they moved into a house of their own, instead of a hollow in the streets.

Around 8 months old, a new face appeared in Akelo's life. Ripur, a wanderer that had ventured into the empire, had stopped by to have his fortune told by Elisa. Akelo had been allowed to watch, for the first time, and he saw the way his mother looked at the tom, the way the male returned those looks. A month passed, and Elisa was acting different. She was happier, letting Akelo out more, shooing him out actually. Ripur spent the night a lot, and his wandering seemed to be over. The three did things together, went fishing, dancing, and Akelo began playing with others his own age. He was learning the ways to make a living as an entertainer.

Moment of Realization...

Elisa and Ripur became mates when Akelo was 11 months old, and Elisa became pregnant a little after. Unable to earn money for her growing family, Ripur and Akelo took over this role. They became a team. Ripur would sing, Akelo would dance. This combination of talents brought in a lot of Schillings for the family, and they moved to a bigger house, beter suited for the family to come. Ripur, however, wasn't a young cat. His voice began to sound scratchy, and the income fell. Without a singer, Akelo had nothign to dance to. Ripur taught him to play multiple instruments, but Akelo foudn himself bored by the sonds that repeated all the time in the marketplace. So one day, he was playing a lute, and he began to make up his own words. No preperation, no hesitation. A brandnew song flowed from his mouth without warning. That night he earned enough money to get his adopted father some medicine for his weary body. That night, he also attracted the attention of some palace staff who had been wandering out of boredom. The word spread, and his talents became known to the Emperor.

Akelo continued his newfound hobby, and soon was the sole provider in his family. Elisa gave birth to three healty she-kits, and Akelo was awestruck. His mother seemed to glow, his younger sisters seemed to radiate joy. Even the high pitched mews and squeals didn't bother the tom. As he looked at his new family, he was struck, hard. Last time, his family was taken from him. He wouldn't let that happen again.

Life Altering...

At 1 year old, Akelo discovered he had a special ability. He discovered this mearly by accident, but it opened a whole new door for him. He had the long tail of an elite, but the rounded ears of a Dark. No one expected him to have any magical abilities. During a performance one day, pirates attacked. The crowd scattered, and Akelo was left staring face to face with death. Figuratively, of course. Realistically, three pirates were bearing down on him. One had a whip, the other, swords. Akelo turned, and he bolted. He was not a fighter. He lead the three away from his home, away from his family. He wanted no harm to come to them. A chase occurred, and Akelo began using his knowledge to his advantage. He leaped into the river at one point, and, thanks to his strong legs, managed to get across. One of the pirates wasn't lucky, and was swept away. The other two crossed, with effort, and continued.

This went on for an hour or so, with Akelo causing the two pain or harm in some manner or another. Reaching a dead end, he turned to go back, but found a group had blocked him in. The tom cat was terrified as the pain on him began. The pirates no longer wanted him dead. They wanted to punish him for the pain he had caused them. The pain of exhaustion was apparently much worse than the pain of losing family, than the pain of heart break. This infuriated Akelo, and as blow after blow struck, slice after slice was made, his body felt hotter and hotter. His blood spilled that night, but the pirates found themselves pushed back by a sudden force. Akelo found himself alone, the group slammed against nearby walls. He didn't understand why, but before he could leave, he passed out.

Akelo woke up, finding himself in an unfamiliar place. Surrounded by unfamiliar people. A large female spoke softly to him. Told him palace staff had found him, and brought him back to be treated. His voice had been what brought them there, and the nurse informed him that he would be okay. Akelo thanked her, and passed out again. Upon waking the next time, he was face to face with Emperor Jasper. Shocked, he blushed and pulled the sheet up to cover himself. This earned a chuckle from the high male, and with that, Akelo found his way into good graces.

Steady as it goes...

Akelo's family moved closer to the frozen palace, and Akelo began learning more about his skill. He learned his collapse was somewhat due to his wounds, but mostly to the sudden use of magic. His body, while elite in nature, hadn't been used to that. With practice, he would be able to use it with ease. The young adult began training under elder Elites, and honed his skill. His family grew stronger, and so did Akelo. After informing the Emperor of his familys past, he was granted permission to learn basic fighting techniques. A knife was given to him, and he thanked the wise male gratefully.

Holding his first weapon in his paw, Akelo felt better. He felt like he could protect his life so much better, protect the lives of his family. Training began. It was hard, and many others gae up. But the soft tom struggled forwards. He struggeld to learn, struggled to become stronger. He struggled, and he prevailed. At the age of 2 years, he was no longer a weak cat. He had basic skills in magic, basic strengths, and was well on his way to becoming even stronger.

This was his life for another year. His daily routine was steady, complete. He was 3 years old when he met the heirs to the throne for the first time. He had been training all day when he spotted the royal family leaving. Or rather, rushing. He didn't know it at the time, but they were hurring to find Nurses for the empress, who was about to give birth. The pure white male following the emperor caught Akelo's eye and, as was the way of the male, he lost focus. A strike to his flank tore a yelp from his mouth, and he fell to the floor. The white tom looked up as Akelo glared up at the legionary duke and apologized. Akelo was unaware that he had been spotted, as he had resumed training.

The following day, Akelo had off. He was sitting near the river side, humming to himself. He had heard news of the birth and deaths of royal family. Everyone had off that day to mourn. Akelo was doing as he did when he felt any loss. He was singing. A new song he had come up with for the occasion, it wsa mournful, and his voice carried the loss of the life, loss of his family, loss of the father he never met. While he was singing, this was when a white cat came upon him. Akelo went silent when he heard a twig break behind him and he snatched up his strip of leather he had taken up carrying. A knife never suiting him, he had learned to control a thin fabric in battle. He almost struck out before realizing who it was. Embarassed, he leapt into the water and swam away.

Training the next day, he found himself watched by Haven, the white royal son. He couldn't run this time, and soon the older male found the younger male walking towards him. The two spoke for a time, and Akelo was released from training to visit with Emperor Jasper. He sang his song for the male, and when he was finished, the emperor was in tears. Before long Haven had convinced Akelo to sing more. This lasted all day, and when Akelo returned home, he felt lighter.

He was late the next day, having been sent to the marketplace by his mother. When he returned, he found a battle had been started outside the empire. Akelo rushed there, and found a terrible sight. Outnumbered, the military was being pushed back, beaten and abused. Many lay dead or were dying. Akelo couldn't believe it. He surveyed the area and formulated a plan. Rushing to the Lord of Legionary, he spoke his plan. THe elder cat was unsure, but they had no other options. The miltary retreated, and sent in one member to inform the pirates of their surrender. Akelo.

Life or Death...

Akelo was terrified. But he knew he was doing this for his family. For the Emperor, for the emperors family. He walked calmly up to the pirate leader and bowed his head. A sword was placed to his throat, and he smiled. Confused, the pirates were unprepared for the sudden push against their bodies. Most of the attackers flew backwards, off the cliffsides. The remaining were dazed. Akelo fell to the ground, as he knew he would. Weak, he was helpless at the military began atacking again. He was picked up and brought back to the backend, where he recovered. The legionary Duke scolded him harshly for his actions, and struck his face. Paw lifted to strike again, the Lord of the Legionary stopped him. 'This boy saved us. You should hold your judgement next time'

Future Holds...

Word reached Emperor Jasper, and Akelo found himself being taught by the Lord of Legionary himself. He found himself face to face with Haven and Haden much more, not just to Akelo's surprise. Haven seemed unamused at first that the singer was training him in combat, but over time, the two formed a connection. It became customary for the two to go on a walk after training, and for the two to take a swim on hotter days. 4 years old, and the Lord of Legionary passed on due to old age. Akelo hadn't been aware he was training to take his place, but this fact was informed to him after the mourning of his mentor. He was nervous, so many things could go wrong. But the Emperor had faith in him.

"If one such as you can put your life in the hands of another, to save so many, one such as me can put the lives of those people in your paws"

Over the hill...

It wasn't long before the peace was shattered. Not long after the heirs crowning festival, Akelo found himself at a loss of words. When he had returned home after escorting Anastasia, he had found a strange tom at his door. The tom had introduced himself as Thomas, Akelo's biological father. The two talked, and Akelo soon learned that Thomas needed his help. He had heard of the entertainer who raised to a high position, and upon learning it was his son, sole survivor of his litter, he had rushed to ask for help.

Thomas was in trouble, trouble with a band of pirates. It wasn't any of the guilds, these pirates were just bandits of the land. Thomas had been attacked and had his companion taken from him. Akelo wasn't sure wbout this, but offered to help. So the two left. Akelo had left a message for the Emperor, but was unaware whether the message had reached the ears of the high tom.

The two set out, and a week later found themselves in the midst of the bandits. Tomas fought alongside Akelo, and the two suffered wounds, though they delivered more. They won that battle, and as they nursed their wounds, found Thomas's companion. Akelo was shocked to discover that Thomas and this she-cat were together. The she-cat, Restina, was heavily pregnant with kits. Akelo promised to protect them until they were sure the bandits were gone. A month went by, and the kits were born, two healthy toms, Akelo was named their godfather, and he was happy to watch over them.

One day, Restina and Thomas did't come back from a hunt, so Akelo took the two kits with him to go find them. He had no choice. As he walked, he heard shuffling and used his powers to lift the kits to a tree out of harms way. Just in time, for he was ambushed by the two cats he had been helping. He fought as best he can, but he was constantly distracted by the two kits in the tree. His ADHD was winning out, and helping his attackers. A few terrible hits were landed, and one managed to clip an ear, while the other stepped back. Akelo knocked Thomas out just as Restina lifted her arms, and Akelo soon learned that the she-cat was an elite just like him.

Flames shot from her fingertips, and he lifted his arms to protect his face. He could feel the flames licking at his fur, so using the last bit of his strength, he shoved the she-cat back with magic of his own. A he ran, he felt a small body hit against him. One of the kits had leapt from the tree, landing on his back. Distracted once again, he tried to send him back, but the crackle of flames gave him a warning. He grabbed the child and held him close to his chest, using his body to sheild him. Fire burned against his back and when it ceased, he ran. He took the child with him, and ran.

Times of healing

Akelo found himself lost, and wounded. He struggled to take care of himself as well as the kit, but soon collapsed. He was found by a stranger, and taken to a village to heal. He discovered he was in the Empire a moon later, when his fever broke, and he was finally able to understand his surroundings. The kit had been taken care of by the same cat who had helped him. He thanked him, gave him all the shillings he had except for a handful, and left, returning to the Emperor to inform him of his return, and to hope that he was still able to resume his duties. Only now he had a new mouth to feed. He took the kit, Gisnet, to the orphanage, but he never lets anyone adopt him. He can't care or him as it is now, but he can keep an eye on him and protect him, giving him family that he needs.

*Unless someone wants to rp Gisnet, he will become an NPC if I am accepted back into the group*

Additional Info:

Dislikes
Medicine, Pirates, Thieves, Knives

Likes
Flowers, Music, Kittens, Water, Reading

Preferences
Small cats, bright colored eyes, Silence, Solitude, Snow to Rain, younger cats

Sexual Orientations
Swings both ways. He's never had a relationship with either sex, having been too busy to form anything other than friendship. He does have crushes on occasion, and has realized he has attractions to both sexes.

Misc
Carries around a Journal on which is recorded battle techniques, moves, key notes, song lyrics, and so much more. If this book were to fall into paws other than his, he would be too embarassed to show his face, as it holds his secrets too.

Burn scars cover his forearms and his back. He hids the ones on his arms with bandages wrapped around, and he is lucky enough that his fur on his back is long enough to cover the scars there. Unless you look closely or lift the fur, you cant see the scared skin underneath.

Thomas and Restina are still out there, and he worries they may return to either finish him off or to take back Gisnet.

Akelo has explained the situation and was granted custody of Gisnet, the boy just lives at the orphanage until Akelo has secured his place in the empire once more.

The gems on his jewelry once belongs to Thomas, but when he left, he gave the gems to Akelo's mother, who then gave them to her son.

Relationships:

= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Confusion
= Family
= Dislike
= Hate

/ Haven | Haven is like a little brother to me. I will protect him with my life. He knows most if not all of my secrets, and I trust him completely. I worry that he will hate me for my abcense, but I hope he will forgive me and understand

/ Anastasia | She's part of the Blue Bloods. A pirate. But at the same time...Oh this she-cat. I don't understand these feelings. I haven't dealt with this before. What do I do now? It's harder now...She hasn't seen me in months, I doubt she will remember me, much less have missed me.

Leif | My best bud. We have fun. We joke. He can cause trouble but for the most part, we are perfect friends. I know as soon as I find him, we will resume our antics.

/ Gisnet | My godson. He lives at the orphanage for now, but I love him, no matter the heritage he came from.

Roleplay Sample:

Akelo let his legs dangle in the water. Sitting on the dock, he was leaning back on his 'elbows', letting the sun soak into his ginger colored fur coat. On a day off, one might find him doing just this. Eyes closed, the off-duty tom cat was humming to himself. An older melody, but still unknown to all others. A rustling was heard, and he opened his eyes to spot a white flare against the green of the bushes. "Hello Haven" He purred, sitting stright up and letting his paws rest in his lap. "What brings you here today?" He smiled at the tom cat as he had already guessed. Few knew of the Legionary's love of song, and he had confided in Haven when his secret had been discovered over a year ago. Now it was almost habit for the tom to come by when he was feeling particulaly moody. Akelo held out his paw and smiled as the male took it in his. The two slid into the river and struck off upstream. Swimming against the current built up muscles, stamina, and took focus. This helped anyone let go of worries for some time, and Akelo did it daily. It took time to get to the bridge upstream but once they did, they headed back to Akelo's home. There Akelo would let the heir pick a song, and the two would go over it together. Analyzing it before Akelo would sing it for the younger male. By then, it was dark. Training began the next day, and Akelo said goodnight to the male. As he headed upstairs to bed, ready for an early morning, a smile was on his face. His family had grown a little more, without any blood needed to connect them.}

::Gorsestep {T.B.T Application}::

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 16:23:26 PST

^{Name:
Gorsestep
Age:
26 moons
Gender:
Tom/Male
Clan:
SkyClan
Rank:
Medicine Cat
Breed:
American Shorthair
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Appearance:
Gorsestep isn't as big as he might appear. In fact, he is just around the average height for a cat of his age. The tom has always just had a tendency to appear more on the bulky side of things. With a short and smooth coat, he isn't offered much protection from the cold either. This coat is mostly white, but he head dark patches of an orange tabby pattern on his lower back and along his back right paws. A light orange streak runs across his face, and his dark green eyes stand out well against their-lightly colored backdrop. His most apparent feature, however, is his missing tail, which he lost in an accident while he was still an apprentice.
Personality:
Active▐ Awkward▐Dauntless▐Impulsive

●Active
When it comes to his duties as a medicine cat, Gorsestep takes them very seriously. He will get involved in every single little thing in hopes that what is being done is the correct thing to do, even if what he is suggesting isn't the right thing. He likes to take a firsthand approach to what he does and will make sure he is where he is needed day in and day out. This might make him appear to be a micro-manager, but this hasn't failed him yet, and so he sticks to it.

●Awkward
Gorsestep is far from a smooth talker. Being stuck up in a medicine cat den all day has it's appeal to him after all. He finds the peace and quiet to be relaxing. Having to think of something to say to others all of a sudden will make him very flustered. Things will come out of his mouth that are either very amusing or very weird too if he can't think of anything to say, so his mouth will usually stay shut to avoid this if he can.

●Dauntless
Even if a task set before him is something that is so far from achievement that it seems foolish to pursue, you'll usually see Gorsestep going right into the fray to settle things out. He doesn't really have a perception of what is good and what is bad, so to him he sees this as a pretty acceptable thing to do. This is part of the reason why he no longer has a tail.

●Impulsive
Gorsetep is not one to really think things through before acting. He trusts his own heart more than his logic and will instead do what his feelings tell him to do. There have been multiple times where this sort of thing caused more harm than good, but he had yet to shake the habit. Who said some good couldn't potentially come out of this?

Brief History:
Gorsekit-
Gorsekit was born to Plumtail and Hazelflower, the only son in a litter of four. You can imagine how crazy this must have been, but he cared little about it. From a young age though, he sought quiet places away from his sisters to think. They were usually much more rambunctious than he could ever dream to be, and they never shut-up. His father, Plumtail, was probably his closest friend during these days. It was his encouragement that would soon lead him to become a medicine cat.

Sickness soon struck the nursery though. Both his mother and three sisters were killed by disease during a particularly harsh leafbare, leaving him alone with just his father. Plumtail was not one to let his feelings go, and so he sunk into a deep depression, spending little time with Gorsetep during the rest of his kithood.

Gorsepaw-
When Gorsepaw finally became a medicine cat apprentice,he was rather weary of Acorntail, who was the current medicine cat and his mentor. She was a bit odd, and he never really understood her many ways of thinking, but he tried his hardest to keep up with her. Eventually he started to learn a lot from her. Acorntail might have been a bit odd, but there was no doubts that she was a fine teacher. Eager to learn, Gorsepaw took in as much information as he could.

Gorsepaw kept his apprentice name until he was around seventeen moons old. Acorntail had watched him grow and learn and felt certain that he was ready to be a full medicine cat. He welcomed his ceremony with pride, and he soon met up again with his father, who spoke with him animatedly and seemed to have come out of his depression to congratulate his very own son.

Gorsestep-
The earliest days of Gorsestep's full medicine cat status were simple ones. He still followed the guidance of Acorntail, but he was free to be much more independent. He loved being able to treat his clanmates on his own now and took a great deal of personal pride in this. He still likes to say that these were by far the best days of his life so far.

One day, however, he was out with Acorntail when tragedy struck. They were searching for herbs when a hunting trap clamped down on Acorntail, killing her instantly. Gorsestep, crazy with sadness and anger, tried freeing his mentor from the trap himself though he did not know how they worked. While doing so, he got his very own tail caught and it eventually was torn off, leaving him with the stump that he has today. To this day he still feels an immense loss over Acorntail, but he has tried his hardest to stay strong and continue his duties like he normally would.

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Relationships:

Father- Plumtail
Mother- Hazelflower
Littermates- Three Unnamed She-cats
Siblings- Three Unnamed She-cats
Mate- No One Yet
Kits- None Yet

Neutral
Acquaintance
Friend
Good friend
Crush
Love
Family
Disliked/Despised
Deceased

(To be filled out later...)
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Roleplay Sample:
From #WarriorsValleyStream
"Already? You'll get there soon enough. It's not easy. That was actually the only fish I was able to even catch today," Falconheart replied, gazing across the boundary like towards Crestedpaw.

"Your mentor is a very good one though, especially if they can help you catch a fish so soon. I was falling into the stream until I was almost a warrior if you would believe it, and it's harder to swim when you have as much fur as those weird sheep near the twoleg dens far off."

Deciding that it would be a good idea to demonstrate when it most likely wouldn't, the StreamClan tom walked until he found a more deeply frozen portion of the stream and then made his way onto the sheet of ice. "I think the only good thing might be that you can walk on it above the fish. It makes me feel-"

There was a loud crunching noise and soon the ice split. Falconheart scrambled towards the edge of the stream, clinging to the edge of the muddy earth. With a wild look in his eyes he tried pushing himself up by kicking his legs against the side of the stream, but the water made it harder to do so, leaving him to cling on for dear life.

Time Zone:
Eastern Standard Time (EST)

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Character and Art(c) =Amitta}

tGO : SD | Ailana Marksmen the Witch

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 19:05:52 PDT

_{Throws the old info on this description and waits to update it later

General
Name : Ailana Marksmen
Nicknames : Lana, That Stupid Witch
Age : 2 ½ years
Gender : Female
Breed : Pixie Bob X Maine Coon
Orientation : Straight

Appearance
Build : Ailana has a pretty regular build. Her limbs are long and lanky making her tall and slightly awkward looking some times. She has a nice amount of muscle, but not a whole lot. She’s not exactly the strongest cat alive. She has a little bit of meat to her too. She’s not really skinny. [Even though the picture kinda looks like it] She’s definitely got some curves to her, especially around her hips.
Key Features :

-Fur
Lana has quite a lot of fur. It’s usually bunched up in areas. Her face has the most fur around it. She has long bangs and cheek fur. This is mostly due to her breed. She also has a lot of fur on her limbs around the joint Areas. This usually gets in the way a lot, but looks very nice when she decides she wants to dance!

-Markings
Ailana has very beautiful fur. Not only is it incredibly soft, but it also has a very nice color and pattern to it. She loves her fur a lot, and prides herself in making sure it’s nice and taken care of. Most of the time she keeps it very clean and straight, brushing it often.

-Rabbit Tail
Her tail is pretty short. Not only is it short it’s really REALLY fluffy. Most of the time she resembles a rabbit with that really fluffy cream tail of hers. After she takes a bath and fluffs out her fur her tail does make her look a lot like a rabbit.

Height : Tall
Weight : Medium-ish
Accessories :

-Witch Hat
Ailana made that hat all by herself! It was once a regular old witch hat, but she didn’t like that one a lot. It needed a lot of work in her opinion. So she went out to her closet and cut up some of her robes and sewed it into the hat. That’s why it has the strange patches of fabric. Then she added the sash around the top, and put a nice gold ring that she stole from someone on it. She didn’t feel like it was finished though, so she looked around in her potion brewing supplies and found a perfect larkspur flower. She used some sort of magic potion on the flower, and now it shall never die! So the flower is real! She doesn’t like going places without her little hat, but going into town with it on, is just a little bit short of suicide.

Jewelry :
-The Necklace
Lana also crafted her necklace herself. It’s nothing more than a string made out of sheep intestine with some small procaine trinkets on it. It was all painted herself. She made sure it looked nice with her hat before she ever dubbed it worthy of wearing! She even spent a while trying to get the paint for the flower the exact same color as her Larkspur.

-The Bracelet
Or the Gauntlet, as she calls it. It really isn’t a gauntlet. She just likes to think it is to look slightly stronger. It was a gift from her mother who was also a witch. It has no magical properties but it has a small purple gem weaved into the center. Ailana’s favorite color is purple, so she couldn’t turn down the gift!

tGO Information
Chaw : Dark
Magic :
[Sleep Casting] Lv. 1
Job : Witch
Faction : N/A
Home Number : W - Witch’s Hallow
Ailana’s House is a small shack she got from her mother hidden in the woods. It‘s so tiny that it‘s hard to walk in, but the biggest thing about the shack is that it has a larger basement underneath it. She keeps most of her ‘witchy’ items in the basement, including her caldron. The bottom floor has lots of shelves and storage, and only she knows how to open the door that leads to the basement, unless she shows you that is, but that won’t happen any time soon! The upstairs just looks like a really poor person’s house. She has a small bed, and a make-shift kitchen, but it lacks a bathroom. There is a latrine outside though.

Personal
Talents :
-Magic Brewing
Ailana lives for making potions and experimenting. It’s what she would spend her whole life doing, if it was possible. She’s pretty skilled but probably not as skilled as she could be, since she’s still pretty young and new it being a witch. The different types of potions she can brew are listed below!
-Transmutation Potion- Turns the person who drinks it into a random small animal like a squirrel or rabbit for maybe about thirty minutes or so.
-Fire Starter- A simple potion that works a lot like gasoline. It can act as a fire starter in the right conditions.
-Meal in a Bottle- A potion that can make you feel like you’ve eaten a whole feast!
-Smoke Bomb- A concoction of different sorts of ingredients that disperse when the bottle is shattered! It works a lot like a smoke bomb and creates a shroud of cover for a quick escape!
-Memory Wipe- Her strongest Potion, a recipe received from her mother. It’s a potion that can wipe parts of a person’s memory from the last couple of hours. It’s slightly faulty and in some cases people have forgotten what they did in the last couple of days. Ailana uses this potion after anyone buys something from her shop. She can’t have someone going back and getting her murdered, can she?

-She is always working on new potions, but only has those few for a little while! Anyone willing to be her potion tester is welcome to come try! She‘s not liable for your death though ;o
I‘m also not even sure if she can sell things like this? XD; but if she can that would be really neat ;w;

-Crafting-
Ailana is a very creative person! She is always crafting something. She loves to sew, and make clothes. She’s never actually done much with it, but if she could be anything other than a witch she would have been a clothing maker. She works with fabric almost as well as she works with potions. She’s just that good at it! She tends to like to make blankets and such to give to people, especially the poor!

-Fishing
The main thing Ailana eats is fish. She travels to the nearest body of water each day to fish with the rod her father gave her. She’s pretty skilled at it, too. Fish is pretty much her favorite food in the world, so it’s good to have her be able to catch her favorite food. Sometimes she even goes to town to buy a nicer larger piece of fish for an occasion like her mother’s birthday!

Likes :
The Color Purple
Children
Brewing
Cooking
Herself
Dark Things
Money
Fish
Silence
Toms
Flowers

Dislikes :
Really Loud People
Smiley people
Most She-cats
People touching her hat
Being looked down on for being a witch
Really froofy stuff
Myths
The King

Personality :
[Trickster] [Flirty] [Kind] [Saleswoman]

-Trickster-
Ailana is a huge Trickster. She definitely got this trait from her mother. Being a witch pretty much forces you to be pretty crafty and tricky right? Not everyone wants to just buy a dangerous potion with terrible side effects. You’ve got to trick them into it. You also have to trick people to test some of your potions, am I right? All part of the job! She enjoys being tricky too, it’s one of her favorite things to do.

-Flirty-
Lana definitely knows how to get a guy. Not that she’d ever want one. Thought some guys she wouldn’t mind bringing back to her house just to slaughter them for ingredients, not that she’d ever do that! ;D She loves flirting too. It’s about the only reason she goes to town. So she can stay at the bars and flirt with the toms. She did try flirting with she-cats before, but that was just awkward and didn’t work out at all. Due to her flirty nature, she never really wants to get in a relationship. She just wants little flings of course.

-Kind-
Underneath all the tricks and flirting nature, Lana can actually be pretty darn nice. Once you prove to her that you’re a really good friend she’ll definitely be nice to you. She tends to ask for favors too, but she’ll always pay you back, no matter what! She’s actually a pretty nice person. She loves children too, and loves to just go over to the orphanage and play with the children. If she could adopt them all she probably would, who would give an Orphan to a witch though?

-Saleswoman-
Ailana could probably sell you a dead rat and get your soul in return. She’s a pretty amazing saleswoman. Up-selling things is always her best perk, and she also has really awesome haggling skills. She hates paying full price for anything. The only thing she ever paid full price for was probably her hat. She only did that to get it quickly, but if you ask her she’ll tell you she got it half off for being awesome.

-Hateful towards Royalty-
Ailana cannot stand the empire. She thinks they are rude destructive people with no other intention than to steal from those who are poor or unfortunate. She feels they are the reason that many people want her dead. She’s just practicing magic like they do! The feeling she has towards them cannot be expressed in many words. She would most likely spit on a Royal member if she ever came in contact with them Even if they were hansom!

-Robin Hood-
Even though Ailana’s never stolen from anyone, well no she has, but she’s never pick pocketed someone. She wishes she would have! there are too many poor people in the city, and too many unfortunate children that are cold and hungry for those stupid fat people to be living it up like they are. She wishes that she could help them out some other way, and be like the story of robin hood. She heard that was some sort of guild that did that and she’d love to join… but why would they accept a witch?

History :

[Her Parents]

Ailana’s mother went by the name of Morgana, named after Morgan Le Fay from Wicca legend. She was a solid black she-cat. An omen to many humans and a sign of bad luck. She was a beloved pet to a hated human witch. Morgana cherished her human greatly, and barely ever left her side, but at night when her human would slumber the jet black feline would find her way below the city. She would work here as a potion saleswoman, otherwise known as a witch. She had a quiet life. Living in solitude with only her books and brewery. When the sun would rise she would quickly make her way back to her owner.

Ailana’s father was a fancied cat by the name of Darcel. One who lived a lavish life with everything he had ever wanted. He was a spoiled rotten creature of habit and pride. He cared for no one but himself and his fortune. Never once did he pay attention to the poor or the homeless. He lived in Gweillan as a distant relative of the royal family. Extremely distant, but his father had made a fortune selling land in a far away country, and when he died Darcel inherited everything. Especially the money.

Darcel was sick. Everyone said he was going to die. He couldn’t figure out how he had gotten so sick, but he was and he wasn’t ever going to make it. If he died, all of his money would have been sent to his no good brother, who would have wasted it away on charity and helping the poor! What a fend that sibling was. Darcel needed someone he could pass his money down to, and he needed whoever that was quickly.

Morgana never wanted to meet Darcel she had a strict policy of not serving to the rich. She dispised most of them for trying to kill her owner up in the human world. One day a Main Coon by the name of Darcel came to her small hut. She was very intrigued by him, maybe it was because of the way he came in shrouded in a coat, or maybe it was the color of his bright blue eyes. He quickly ordered only one thing.

A love potion.

She refused at first, but once he offered her a hefty amount of money, She couldn’t refuse. She concocted the creation. A mixture of cherry blossoms, newt’s eye, falcon talons, and Darcel’s hair was made. It was a powerful potion, and Morgana warned Darcel of its properties. She said to use it only on someone he really wanted. Morgana handed over the potion bottle to him.

He threw it straight at her as soon as he could.

Morgana fell to the ground and clenched her faces with her claws, hissing and yelling curses at Darcel. He walked over towards her and stood up looking down at her. She looked back up at him with an blank expression, which morphed quickly into something much like lust. Darcel took his money from her and she didn’t even mind. Her own potion had become her downfall as Darcel claimed her to bare his child. No one understood why he would choose such a strange cat. No one had ever seen this cat in town before. She was amazingly beautiful, though. Many toms were jealous. He took her away to live at his estate until he had his kits.

The spell didn’t wear off until Morgana was already pregnant. Before she left she decided to lay one last curse on Darcel for tricking her. She laid a curse upon him, so that his sickness would get to it’s worst point and stop. It would never kill him, but it would leave him in terrible condition until he just gave Morgana an apology which is all she really wanted from him. She fled in the night and ran back to the upper world to find her human.

Morgana’s human, her witch, her guardian, had be brutally murdered one night while Morgana was out with Darcel. She had be hanged for practicing magic and witch craft. Morgana was heart broken at this! How could she have just let her human get murdered like that. She spent many days later after that morning in the human world. Once she had finally gotten her head back on she made her way back down to the cat world and decided to live there and raise her children, or child as it seemed.

Ailana was born on a cold winter day in the house she lives in now.

[The fall of teacher]

Ailana was a quiet child, didn’t do much. She just kept quiet for her mother’s sake and watched her do her witchcraft. Morgana was a strict mother, but a kind one. She made sure to tell Ailana about how terrible people where. Ailana didn’t ever listen, though. The main thing she wanted to do as a child was make friends. Morgana wouldn’t let her leave the hut, so she never did.

Ailana’s only friend became her mother and a book of Wicca traditions. Morgana taught Ailana absolutely everything she knows. The two became inseparable. Ailana never really wanted to be a witch though. She always wanted to work in town and be a clothing maker. Morgana thought that was just plain silly though.

The two practiced everyday and every night. Ailana became the two’s food supplier. She brought them home fresh fish everyday. It was a simple life, but every time Morgana got a customer she would make Ailana hide, for fear of her safety. Morgana had become quite untrusting of most people, while Ailana just wanted to meet someone.

About a year went by and Ailana was now pretty much full grown, with an array of potion knowledge. She knew just about everything. She was out collecting ingredients and such when she heard a commotion from her little hut. She had carefully made her way back when she saw some people dragging away her mother from a near by stream where she had been collecting water. Morgana looked terrible like they had beaten her with something. Ailana hid in the bushes and attempted to do something, when Morgana hissed out at her forcing her to keep hiding.

Ailana followed the people and her mother all the way back into the town. Many were shouting ‘burn the witch!’ and ‘hang her!’ Ailana was shocked! Her mother had done absolutely nothing wrong! What was happening. She was panicking as they tied Morgana’s hand behind her back and shoved her up on a stage-looking place. Ailana called out to try and get them to stop, but her efforts were futile.

Morgana gave Ailana one last look and a small nod before they stuck the noose around her neck and hung her.

Just like her old human owner.

Ailana was so shocked what had just happened! How could this had happened! Why did she let it happen! She could have done something. She backed out of the crowd and shrunk to the shadows her blue eyes were ablaze with shock and hurt.

A man stepped up on the platform. He looked sickly yet pretty young.

“I am Darcel, leader of the witch hunters!” The crowd cheered as he spoke, and Ailana’s sadness turned into rage quickly. Darcel was the name of her father. She clenched her fists and looked up at him straight in the eyes. “We have prevailed aga-again--” Darcel clenched his chest and started coughing quickly. His followers tried to help him but his collapsed and was long gone dead.

Ailana had killed him with a look and an unspoken spell.

[The rise of a witch]

After the death of her mother, and her damned father, Ailana decided what her destiny was. She was going to be a witch, just like her mother, and she was going to avenge her name. Not by getting revenge, but by changing the slander witches everywhere had received.

Ailana would change that and this was her destiny!

Family:
Morgana - Mother - Death by Hanging
Darcel - Father - Death by Heart attack.

Mate : N/A
Kits : N/A

Relationships :

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Feeling | Name - Occupation - Roleplayer

- | Misto - Fortune Teller - ~IcyReflections

"TBA"

- | Paige - Page - ~Solfeesh

"TBA"

- | Piper - Orphan - ~Roozul

"TBA"

Extras :
Ailana has always wanted a pet bird, but hasn’t ever had enough money.
She plans on joining the Flamed Dagers Eventually
She does go into town, but when she does she keeps a low profile and tries not to talk to many people
She can be a heavy drinker
She appreciates people who Appreciate her.

Art of Ailana :
By me!
Her shop

By others!
None yet!

Role Play Example :

[From #Fourth-Wall-Vacation]
“Yeah this is a lot worse. I’m never going to be able to feel my shoulder again.” He said and just kept up the pace trying to outrun something that wasn’t even there. He stopped at one point and flung Aeon back over into the front of him and held her bridal style again. “Complain all you want, but this is so much easier.” He muttered and kept his eyes peeled on what was ahead. “Oh yeah I’m sure they were. Maybe they’ll be afraid of the color red. That would be really convenient.” He said and saw another flash of black from the corner of his eye. He jumped this time and almost lost his balance. His eyes darted around one more time as he noticed some of the shadows of the trees were… twitching? “A-Aeon…” He muttered but never said anything after that for the shadow started to move. The hair on his neck stood on end as a chill swept through his body. He was frozen in place staring at what was probably the thing that was trying to kill Aeon earlier. From the shadows it arose. It had jet black skin without a wound on it, piercing, white, pupiless eyes, and a gapping maw filled with more teeth than Heatedstar had seen throughout his whole life. It was probably as big as a small car and easily outsized both Aeon and HS. The creature let out some sort of high pitched noise, almost like a small child’s laugh. HS turned on his heels and ran away as fast as he possibly could clinging Aeon so hard it probably was causing her even more pain. The shadow monster let out a screech and came running after them each of its steps sounded too quiet for its size. Heatedstar was dreadfully aware of the monster getting closer and closer towards them. His panic increased immensely as he struggled to run faster and keep his footing. One mess up and Aeon and he would be lunch. Suddenly he dashed out into an open field and the monster stopped at the edge of the tree line. HS tripped and fell into the much too tall grass accidentally dropping Aeon. He got to his feet quickly and looked around panicked. His heart was beating so hard it was causing him pain. The shadow monster seemed to just be sitting and waiting at the edge of the tree line for something. The ginger cat had no idea what was even happening, and then he realized that he had just totally launched Aeon out of his arms when he fell. He spotted the navy colored Creatura and ran over to her saying sorry over and over again. “Y-your friends found us…” He said shakily

[And this is an intro post for an OC story of mine and =Frightling's!]
Ah, what a nice day it was! Not a cloud in the sky to shroud the perfect sun rise that cast a orangey-pink glow over all of Inland. Will was super excited too, today was a day for a information mission. No one else really cared for these missions because they said they were ‘too boring’ or ‘shouldn’t even be called missions cause you can’t fight’ or something like that. Will loved them though. There weren’t any chances that someone would get hurt if it was a no combat mission. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost a teammate. He flung on his scarf and fixed it in the mirror in his room. This was work, and he wasn’t going to go to work looking unmade. He unclipped the small metal feather off his other scarf and clipped it onto the one he was wearing. After he slipped on his mask and adjusted the rest of his uniform. Time to go give the mission to everyone. Hopefully Jessi would be at this meeting. Last time he spent like twenty minutes of the meeting trying to find some paper when she could have just poofed some up. He made his way up to the top floor and grabbed himself a cup of coffee. Gosh where was everyone they knew it was time for the meeting. He had specifically told them yesterday that they were going to have a meeting right now at this time in this room and everyone had to drink their coffee. They were messing up his routine. He leaned up against the counter and sipped his coffee, as Kanine came out of the living room. Will nearly blew a gasket. Kanine wasn’t in his uniform his hair was a mess, he looked like he had been sleeping. Did he even listen to his leader’s orders yesterday? “What?” Kanine muttered as he noticed Will getting red and looking like he was about to just beat him over the head with his coffee cup. “I told you that you had to be ready right now at this time. We have a mission to attend to, Kanine!” Will snapped and angrily sipped his coffee. “Oh, right that,” Kanine said, “Ok I’ll go get ready,” He blew off Will’s anger and slowly made his way down to his room to get ready. Will was not pleased. It seemed like only him and Paige respected orders.

Character + Art (C) =Panderoo
App + Group (C) =Raqemo}

ice pile

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 04:16:56 PST

A pile of ice at the bottom of upper Multnomah Falls.

Use it for whatever you like, wherever you like.
If you upload to dA, credit me in the artist's comments.
If you use it off dA, put the credit on the image.
Post a link to the finished work.

One More for the Road

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 18:16:12 PDT

Come on, Tony. Just pin the little pipsqueaks arm and lets get going.

In a second, babe. I just wanna make this little putz suffer a little bit longer then we can get goin.

Suffer? Judgin by the way he looks, Id say that little bugger cant even beat me in armwrestlin.

Haw! I bet yer right, babe! Hey, little man, Im bettin that you cant even beat my old lady yer such a wimp!

The big guy releases the bearded, smaller mans hand and the woman slides in behind him and locks grips with him. Tony releases both of their hands and they start their match. Sweat is pouring down the brow of the man who is several inches shorter than even the biker chick. After a few seconds, she decides that enough is enough and pins his arms to the table with a loud thud. The bar roars in approval as the man grips his arm in pain.

And this guy calls hisself the Mighty Herakles! Haw haw haw! Thats a good one! Cant even beat a woman!

From behind the bar, the owner of The Olympia, Mikos Metropolis, makes a special call as he watches the humiliation that is unfolding before him. Hopefully help will come in time to aid this man who had once been the best patron of the bar and restaurant. Nothing illegal has happened yet but one cannot take any chances but since Mikos has opened his establishment, he has seen his share of strange occurrences and he has developed a sixth sense when it comes to things like this. Better to nip the situation in the bud before things get out of hand. He nods his head as he listens to the voice on the other end of the line before hanging up.

Herakles continues to drown his sorrows with the best spirits that the tavern has to offer. His constitution, however, is nowhere near what it was and he is very tipsy in his actions, barely able to remain seated upright.

After about an hour, the front door to The Olympia opens and in strides a rather large woman. Very muscular with a short, black haircut wearing cutoff blue jeans and a shirt that is cut short revealing her very solid abdomen, there was no doubt that this was the Soviet Superwoman. She pauses for a second, steadying herself as she sees all the alcohol being consumed by the many patrons of the establishment. She starts talking into her Guardians communicator. I have arrived at The Olympia, Poly, but I do not see Herakles yet.

Oh my gosh, he has to be there somewhere! The bartender contacted me and told me that he was there! This confirms what Thunder Woman had told me that Herakles had lost his powers and how she couldnt get him to stop drinking and she was hoping that you might have some success at convincing him to stop since youve had a history well, you know... Oh, sorry.

Da, Poly. It is true and there is nothing for you to be sorry for. I shall confront him if he is here and try my best to stop him from consuming more.

Do or not do there is no try! Poly alters her voice to sound more cartoonish.

What?

Oh, nothing. Something that FireBrandi has been trying to get me to do. Nevermind.

Very well. Sometimes your American mannerisms confuse me, Poly. SSW out.

The bartender sees Olga and waves her over and points to the arm-wrestling tables where Herakles is sitting along with the blowhard. Olga moves swiftly towards the table as the man starts to berate the former godling.

The Mighty Herakles!

Stop calling me the Mighty Herakles.

The Mighty Herakles!

Herakles tries to stand up but is very slow in doing so and is very wobbly. Trying to accost the loud man with a wild swing that misses badly, he almost topples to the ground on his own. The man punches Herakles in the jaw with a strong punch and moves in quickly to finish him off. He starts to deliver the final blow when his fist is stopped in mid-swing by the Soviet Superwomans hand. She squeezes his hand slightly and a crunching sound is heard even above the din of the bar. The man grabs his hand with his free hand and looks into Olgas eyes.

She glares at him very intently. I would suggest that you leave immediately before something else is broken, comrade.

The mans eyes widen as he recognizes her and hurries very quickly out the door in a full sprint.

Olga helps Herakles walk over to a more private booth towards the back of the bar. She slowly sits him back down into his seat before taking a seat for herself on the opposite side.

Just leave me alone. I dont need your help. Give me another drink, barkeep.

Nyet. I am here to help break you out of this dangerous binge.

Herakles looks at Olgas face and studies it. Youre not from around here, are you?

I could say the same for you, comrade.

Ha! What do you know about whats happened to me. I used to be the Prince of Olympia, the god of strength, the son of the all-father Zeus. You know nothing of me or my situation. How could you know?

Nyet. I, too, have known the helplessness of losing powers. But it was only temporary. The real problem was that I began to drink heavily to escape from my problems. I had been trapped out of my home dimension never to return. I had seen my old lover brought back to life and serving my most hated enemy in revenge against me. There was an incident at Sajmite which changed my life profoundly.

I allowed my doubts and fears to consume me and make me forget who I really was. I buried myself in alcohol to make the pain go away But they never went away. When I would wake up the next morning, the pain and the problems were still there only now I had a hangover to go along with it.

But you have to find yourself as I did. You have friends and family who love you and you must use that as an anchor to hold on to yourself. You must confront those inner demons and defeat them. All of these things I used to build up my resolve to help me overcome my shortcomings and doubts, to summon up my inner strength and remember who I really was, why I was given these abilities, and make myself a better person. I would face my problems and not run away from them. I did it and so can you. With all of your friends, we can face your problems together but you must want to be helped.

Meanwhile at the other end of town, a lone man enters the condo entrance where Alexandra Xenos resides. His name is Mark and he is the cameraman for Alex or rather he was until she never showed up for work for several straight days. He has decided to check up on the rookie reporter for WAFS to make sure that shes okay. He has heard rumors that were floating around the office about something happening to her but he has dismissed them as just that.

He approaches the entranceway for the front of the condo and as he turns the corner he sees that the front door is off of its hinges. The stairs leading up the front door have indentations on them as if someone pounded a huge pillar down on them.

Now he is definitely worried about her. He cautiously enters the front entrance and looks around the living area. Alex? Are you in here? He spies the refrigerator in the kitchen, its door completely off and lying next to it. A pair of handprints are depressed into each side of the door.

He carefully moves down the hallway towards her bedroom. Peering inside another crushed doorway he sees that her bed has collapsed as though something very heavy tried to sit on it. Her telephone on the nightstand is crushed beyond repair and lay in pieces scattered over the stand and the floor.

He quickly moves back towards the living room. Alex? Are you alright? I thought that I would check up on you since no one has seen you since your last interview with Herakles.

Leave me alone. I dont need your help.

Oh, come on, Alex. I can help you with whatever problem that you may have His voice trails off as he sees Alexandra sitting in the middle of the floor. A huge, muscular female body with the head of Alex placed upon its shoulders. She is wearing nothing but a white robe since nothing she owns will fit her. Beneath her appears to be the remains of a chair crushed beyond belief. The silence is deafening as Marks mouth is agape for what seems like a long time but in reality only a few seconds until he finally regains his senses. What has happened, Alex?

Well, when I went to help Herakles, I ran into some goddess named Apate who was upset that she couldnt have him and tried to use me to get back at him. She somehow made me do what she wanted but then I snapped out of it then he ran into some kind of villain who was trying to steal his powers, then I had some kind of artifact and tried to stop her then there was an explosion and here I am looking like some kind of super bodybuilder who has no control over her body.

She finally stops rambling and catches her breath waiting to see what kind of reaction that Mark would have. She looks up at him but sees none. He appears to be completely frozen and not even breathing at all! As she starts to question her sanity, a familiar figure appears out of the wall of her condo.

I bid thee greetings, fair Alexandra. Twould seem that we meet again and with a male. My, thou art rather handsome for a mortal. The rather short, white-haired woman is still wearing her dress slit down to her naval and the back is opened halfway down to the waist with her bare legs having complete movement. The belt of skulls still hung loosely around her waist. Her bare legs accented by her fur-lined boots. Her black lipstick makes her smile look even more sinister against her pale skin.

I hath watched thee from afar and observed thy plight. Out of the kindness of mine own heart, I shalt help thee in thy hour of need.

Apate! Youre the reason that Im in this mess! Get out of here! I will not listen to your lies any longer! Alex swings her fist at the goddess but it strikes nothing as it travels straight through her into the wall creating a large hole.

The Goddess of Discord lets forth a hearty laugh. Dost thou think I wouldst leave myself vulnerable to thee? I think not! However, I shalt forgive thy transgression since thou canst control thine own actions. However, I hold the key to Herakles and thy plight. Swear allegiance to me and I shalt cure thee of thy ills. Een now, he doth sit at that Olympic bar drowning his sorrows with the pathetic ales that are contained therein.

I shalt neer join you, Apate! Ack! Whats happening with my speech?

Thou art slowly starting to speak like a true Olympian. The irony in this I find most delicious. But know this, Alexandra! I can restore Herakles to his former glory, mortal. If not for him, think of thyself. Thou dost not wish to remain like this.

I need not thy help your help. Arrggh! With that, Alex rushes out of her condo and into the streets, speeding as quickly as her powerful legs can carry her, towards The Olympia bar.

Back at the condo, laughter is heard inside. And the wheels hath started to turn in a fashion that only I desire. Apate vanishes leaving the now-unfrozen cameraman to himself with a very puzzled look on his face.

Back at The Olympia, Herakles stares at the mug of ale thinking to himself. An image starts to form inside the glass and where the foam once was now had an image of Apate smiling back at him.

Hail, Herakles, former god of strength! Tis sad that thou art but a shadow of thy former self. Swear fidelity to me and I shalt rectify thy situation and restore thy vitality.

Nay, witch! Thou shalt not spin thy web of lies to me no more! Herakles throws the mug towards the wall splashing some of the patrons nearby. Olga looks at him as though he were talking to her.

Herakles. There is nothing that I have said that is not true. You must not drink to excess as I once did.

He grabs another pitcher and starts drinking straight from it before finally collapsing to the floor unconscious. Olgas eyes are open wide in shock as she stares at the former god sprawled in an unseemly manner.

A slight laugh is heard behind the Soviet Superwomans shoulder. She turns and sees a white-haired woman wearing a very provocative outfit, sexy but menacing at the same time. This is most serious. If you had something to do with this She grabs the woman near her shoulder as if to shake her.

I wouldst attend to thy friend if I were you, mortal, lest he pass on to the other realm. Mayhap the healers at yon building might be able to save him... Her mouth turns up into a slight grin as she watches the superheroine pick him up and carries him to the nearby hospital. She looks back at the woman and scowls at her before flying him to the emergency room. but I doubt it.

Sometime later at the hospital, Olga sits in a chair by the bedside of the former Scion of Olympia while several machines monitor his progress. He looks so small and fragile with all of those tubes trying to keep him hydrated. I hope that I have not wasted my words on him. I will need to find out who that woman was also. I felt a chill running down my spine after meeting her.

Alexandra finally reaches the hospital room herself with a worried look on her face. Oh, Herakles, what has happened to you?

You must be that reporter Olga looks at the powerful build of Alex who is much taller and powerful looking than even she.

Alexandra. But you can call me Alex. How is he doing?

He is stable but I am afraid that he has alcohol poisoning.

To think, that it would take but the simplest of agreements to make him better.

They both turn to see a beautiful white-haired woman in a nurses outfit. In spite of the uniform, she looks very out of place. Only then do they look at her face and see the visage of the goddess Apate.

The offer doth stand, mortal. Tis in my power to revive him. But until thou dost agree, Herakles shalt be nothing more than a shell.

I shalt never submit to thee to you, Apate! Alex charges at the goddess but phases completely through her body almost colliding with stricken heros bed.

Tsk, tsk. Have a care, mortal. We must not allow our actions to endanger the one we seek to protect. I am only here to strike a bargain. I see now that I must take my leave until a later time when thou art more rational. The goddess fades from view before either woman can react leaving them alone with the unconscious god lying in the bed.

The enormity of the situation finally dawns on Alexandra Xenos as she slumps down on both of her knees at the foot of the bed and starts crying while Olga touches her shoulder with a hand.

***

I finally completed my next chapter of Herakles. It's been a while to get this chapter finished. This has been very emotional for me to write since one of my best buddies died from alcoholism five years ago. This contains a speech that I should've given to my friend, Tom.

The Soviet Superwoman, Olga Yezhov, is the property of and used with permission. Thank you, my friend, for allowing the use of her. It wouldn't have worked as well with any other character.

Polygirl belongs to and used with permission.

FireBrandi is mentioned and is the property of .

Thunder Woman is mentioned and belongs to .

All other characters are my intellectual property.

Events of this story take place within the city limits of .

Z

Tell me why

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 18:17:33 PST

I could see her fall from grace
Like a movie star to old to change her life
With a bottle by her head
Every night she went away
I would pray for someone else to change her life
If she wouldnt change for me

Tell me why. please tell me why. you stole my life

Tired of hearing the same old song
Everytime you came back frozen deep inside
Was it my love that you feared
I was a misfit all the way
Never there to help me grow and change my life
Then you smiled and walked away

All the lil things she said to me
Were broken thoughts and tainted dreams
If she cant take these memories
It doesnt change a thing
Every lil word she said to me
That broke my heart and stayed with me
I wish that she could hear me scream
She never changed a thing

This cant go on!

COLD
Album: different kind of pain

Cinderdawn REF

Sat, 11 May 2013 08:45:55 PDT

Her apprentice is now Rosepaw yes

Clan: MistClan

Parents: Wolfnose and Meadowtail

Relationships: Taken by no one

Mate/Crush: None yet

Personality: Good-natured, calm, friendly, sensitive, serious, anxious, hard-working, empathetic, sometimes snappy, loyal, outgoing, swift, occasionally overzealous and faithful

History: Cinderkit was born with her sister, Ashkit (will post REF for her later), who looks almost exactly identical to her, other than their eye colour with Ashkit having amber eyes instead of green. Her mother is Meadowtail, who is a pretty golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes, while her father is Wolfnose - a brown tabby tom with blue eyes. When she was five moons old, Wolfnose decided to take Cinderkit out for a little walk while her sister and mother were still sleeping. He took her to the Marsh Forest, which interested the grey tabby kit as she stared at the tall, dark trees which stood over them like crows. She was too busy looking around that she didn't notice an old tree quite near to her swaying to its natural demise. Eventually the tree fell, right towards her. Wolfnose noticed this at once and fled towards her, yelling at her to move. Cinderkit was, however, too frozen in fear to move, so the tabby tom had to jump in and throw her out of the way. But he was too slow to move himself out of the falling tree's shadows, and the tree crushed him. Cinderkit watched her father get plummeted by the tree in shock and grief, and blamed herself for her father's death. She has never said anything about her causing Wolfnose's to Meadowtail, who has never mated with another tom again, nor her sister.
When she and Ashkit were apprenticed, she was well known for her ability of easily hunting birds, much to Ashpaw's jealousy. One day Cinderpaw and Ashpaw went training together with their mentors, and had a swimming lesson at Minnow Lake. The sisters dived in together, however, Ashpaw pulled a muscle and almost drowned, but was eventually fished out by her mentor. She was taken to camp and was taken to the medicine cat den, who wasn't allowed to train until her leg was healed, which took about a moon. Cinderpaw felt lonely and depressed, until she was comforted by the other apprentices and her mentor, who would take her hunting and fighting every now and then and unreasonably avoided swimming lessons.
Long after Ashpaw's leg had healed, the sisters were eventually made warriors, with the names of Cinderdawn and Ashfang. Cinderdawn is now happily a warrior with the age of 42 moons old, but she is beginning to notice strange actions of her more determined sister...

Kin: Father - Wolfnose (died of tree fall), Mother - Meadowtail, Sister - Ashfang.

I'll post REFS of Meadowtail and Ashfang soon

though i'm thinking of killing meadowtail off heehehehehe

My application for

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AMOC - Jyotsna

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 22:10:04 PST

View full body here.

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name : Jyotsna
codename : “The Practitioner”
age : 23 years old

level : FROZEN (envoy)
alignment : Kamon
weapon : Mother's heirloom comb
abilities :

||Disfigurement|| Jyotsna has the unique ability to summon binding strings that wrap her enemy tightly, only for them to be greeted by a grotesque shadow that emerges from the ground to seemingly consume the enemy, leaving a time-release curse on their unaware person. After the encounter, individuals are usually traumatized as the shadow's horrifying face is clearly imprinted in their mind.

Due to the high mortality rate of this ability, Jyotsna has not found a need to demonstrate her remaining abilities and as such, Kamon is the only being aware of her true power.

cause of death : Falling down the stairs and breaking the neck

background :

before Koroba._
Jyotsna didn’t remember much of her early youth, aside from some eerie melody that landed her as a 23 year old law degree junior student. Her sharp wits made her ideal for the field in which she could effectively strategize against enemies with similar brain prowess. Being gifted with such talent came at a heavy price: a jealous colleague chose to set her up in order to be the one who truly stood out from the crowd. After being publicly humiliated in front of professors and students alike, Jyotsna was on academic suspension for her “dishonesty”. Contemplating suicide for several days, a letter from her mother encouraged her to move on forward with her life and find a menial job working as a waitress in a café shop at a local mall. Her witty and yet vague remarks attracted customers like flies as they ambled over to hear advice that could improve their lives. Sometime later, Jyotsna obtained an email inviting her to test out a program and intrigued by the presentation; she accepted the request and executed the software. A week later she was found dead, having fallen down a flight of stairs and breaking her neck in the process.

part of the beta._
The next thing she knew was that she was within a world simply known as Koroba, and in it, she had to compete with other individuals for “a second chance at life”. Such a manner of life went on as she gained experience and aligned herself with the patron of mind, Kamon. In a particular battle, an illusionist managed to trick her long enough to strike her face with their weapon, apparently piercing her eyes during the ordeal. After that incident, a bandaged Jyotsna crafted a flawed pair of eyes that were meant to be “all-seeing” and attached them to two belts with the aid of Kamon’s envoy at the time. Jezebel had “accidentally” defeated the previous envoy in the outdated version of the program, which was how she held her current position. She knew that she could be overthrown, and being as proud as she was, she would and could not face anyone without the the fear of being defeated and humiliated in the process. Now that Jyotsna had come into the picture, she was the key to her dethronement without the risk of jeopardizing her name. Jezebel sought out Kamon and asked him to be replaced by a lovely candidate she had found, and after the deed was done, she vanished into an unknown part of Koroba and faded away from memory.

Jyotsna was left with a role she hardly knew anything about, and she was most vunerable now that she no longer had her eyesight, save for her two imperfect eyes. However, she slowly began to see that being under Kamon's influence altered her physical chemistry to the point she could literally use the eyes more effectively as time went on. With this knowledge, she strengthened her defenses to reach the formidable prowess she is now known by. With a mischievous grin, she simply joins the other envoys as they craftily watch the new contestants start to come in droves.

personality :

Outgoing | Impulsive | Knowledgeable | Mysterious | Coquettish

Outgoing and impulsive, she seems to be good company until some of her sayings start to get mysterious and vague due to her “all-seeing” eyes revealing to her particular details someone may not be entirely aware of. She uses this fact to her advantage, dragging out all information from the person who wishes to know what she has just seen. One does not wish to see her angry, for she will not be merciful unless certain circumstances are involved.

Jyotsna’s quite coquettish with either gender, but she simply does such actions for the sake of luring an individual away from their main objective, toying with them, so to speak. Only a few individuals have been able to not fall for her trickery, people she has grown to admire over time.

likes/dislikes :

+ People who can resist her charms
+Watching people get lost in Koroba
- Confined spaces
- Restricted interference

misc :

- Only Kamon is aware of the true nature surrounding Jyotsna's lost eyes.
- She seems to have an affinity for nun-related imagery.

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References: Inspiration 1 | Inspiration 2 | Inspiration 3 | Inspiration 4

Reference

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 18:23:23 PDT

Reference of Vaxir. All information is here and on my Argent Archives page!

Height: 10'6".
Body: Damned muscular! 'Hulkish'.
Personality: Sanity deprived. Blood thirsty. Flesh hungering. Chaos and fear creating.

[link] This is Vaxir. She is insane, truely.

Her full title is Blood Master Vaxir The Wrathful. She is Scourge, forever and ever, and is a Darkfallen, albeit being rather... mutated for her kin (think on a large scale of power consumption, and that being the cause of her claws, teeth, gigantun size and so forth). She commands a group of miscreants she calls Bane. Her marking is a four claw slash she rakes deep into the flesh of a Bane initiate's left breast. She drinks blood, eats flesh and devours souls, greedily so. She tortures and kills creatures on a daily basis.

Sometimes she finds it hard to speak and oftenly is reduced to growls as her insanity is so overwhelming she forgets how to formulate words. She walks with a dominant stride, radiates power from the runes. The air hums with sickening blood energy, the stench of blood and death. Life is destroyed where she walks, it just dies and falls to a black crumbly powder. She specialises in blood, of course.

This is her appearence description: [link] and provides a heavily updated description.

From a distance, one could likely not tell if this mutated beast was of the female or male sex by the physique and ginormous saronite that encloses her body. Vaxir looms over even the tallest of creatures at 10'6" feet tall, her enormous stature curved but not effeminately; far from it. Every contour, every single buxom curvature of this monsters body is lined by knots and clumps of modified bulging muscle, an she lacks breasts. All this leads into the outcome of a highly androgynous looking figure, that and her naturally birthed body lacked obvious hips.

Keep in mind that Vaxir has no breasts, so older pictures are inaccurate on that accord.

The body

Vaxir reference body model: [link]

Her skin colour is dark and is scarred all over, 90% scar tissue (more scars than this): [link]

Another good example of her size and hulkish state: [link]

Her face: [link] with slightly more missing around the cheek.

Her ears are 'bat-like'. The battier the better. Like these styles: [link] [link]

Red eyes, black sclera, constricted black pupil. [link]

Talons instead of fingernails that are the same length as the finger [link] They are not thin nor nail like - they are TALONS.

Armor

Armor: [link]

Her gauntlets only cover the lower arm and not the hand - over the back of the hand is a separate piece of armor, styled like [link] but without the black on the fingers. Her hands are bare except finger armor (read down), and in her palm is embedded a small sheet of saronite, a detailed blood rune carved into it's surface.

Fur comes out of the top of her boots and gauntlets like in [link]

Good armor example: [link]

Good helmet example: [link] Horns are styled like in: [link]

NOTE: While the leg armor and belt has green on it on the Warcraft model, it should be coloured crimson themed instead to match her overall armor. Like this: [link]

Chains are in various places, such as the leg armor. THE LEG ARMOR IS ALL SARONITE unlike the model that is cloth, just like [link]! Her leg armor is a simple basis of saronite leg armor, then with sheets of saronite held in place over it by chains - see the model. Chains are also in various places across her body, chains holding her shoulder armor in place etc. Go wild. She likes chains.

Arm wraps that are under the gauntlets (I may request this instead of arm armor), except they do not wrap around the hand: [link]

Finger armor is like this, but black: [link] Aka simplistic joints. All the edges are razor sharp.

Tabard. Her tabard is now in two parts: [link]

Weapon Armageddon. [link] On the left.

Second weapon Soulbreaker: [link] On the right.

Her cloak is ruined and hangs in shreds, only hanging now to the belt level.

Runes - These have no set design in any picture, really, so go nuts: [link]

A fleshless human jaw hangs around her neck by a chain.

Two left Kaldorei ears are impaled on a hook hanging from her belt on the left.

For modelviewer:

Head: Dragonsteel faceplate.
Shoulder: Burdened Shoulderplates.
Chest: Chestplate of Frozen pain.
Gloves: Zeliek's Gauntlets.
Belt: Belt of Broken bones.
Legs: Leggings of Woven Death.
Boots: Veteran's plate greaves.

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RC: Sharee Avci

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:39:58 PDT

_{[ Name ] Sharee Avci
[ Age ] 19
[ Faction ] Candeloro ( faction leader )
[ Weapon ] Trident ( can be summoned in large numbers or used manually by hand )
[ Attacks ]
- ability to summon a large quantity of tridents and move them at her will
- [ lulling spindle ] thin thread shoots out. anything hit will fall into slumber / frozen, with the exception of witches and magical girls, who become slightly drowsy. the affects are cancelled when she lets go of the thread.
- [ love you not ] rose petals border the teal gem on the trident. when all the petals fall off, the trident will explode.
- [ apfel spear ] up to five poison covered tridents can be summoned. until they are used, the spears spiral around her body, as the poison will affect her as well if she touches it.
- [ ozean spear ] usually used as a final attack, a very large spear is summoned. it is very effective in damage, and dissolves into sea foam when the enemy is hit.
[ History ] Sharee was raised as the middle child by an average family in a low class society, and was happy growing up. Being optimistic and honest, she was always surrounded by a group of friends. She had a fondness of fairy tales, and often bugged her parents or elder sister to tell her one before going to sleep, until she was eleven years old. To this day, she regrets the wish she made.
[ Personality ]
Sharee dislikes serious and / or tense atmospheres, and is often seen joking around, though does know when it's unnecessary. Even through years of bitter work as a magical girl, she can't stand seeing anyone upset or suffering. Despite her status as a faction leader, she treats the faction members like close buddies, addressing them casually, and makes sure the newborn magis feel welcome. However, she's quick to lose her temper, and often regrets what she says when she does so.
She has a bad habit of gambling / taking risks.
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[ Wish ] "I want... to be like a princess!"
[ Status ] Arcangelo ( faction leader )
[ Relations ]
Elder sister: Sharee was quite fond of her when she was young, as she often tutored her and read her bed time stories. While not often, Sharee sometimes still receives calls from her elder sister.
Younger sister: The two often bickered and lectured each other as children. Present day, due to the younger sister's success and enrollment into a high ranked university, they have lost contact with each other.
_tba
[ Additional Information ]
- Despite her financial issues, she often visits casinos and gambles.
- She enjoys alcohol.
- Back of her hair: [link]
- Voice: [link] (0:04 - 0:36)}

omg /// cries what a bad character at least I finally filled out the bio.

The Waterfalls 3

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:05:15 PST

These are the Bridal veil falls... They are the only real waterfalls i know of around here... >> I'll go take some of it frozen later...

Hope they are useful!!

Rules:

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Note me if you use so I can see and fav.
For use ONLY ON DEVIANT ART!!!!! If you would like to use it somewhere else please ask before you use it.

As for prints, I would appreciate if you asked permission before you submit for a print.. for the time being.

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Blade Reference

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 23:26:18 PST

So, guys. I have a LOT of characters you don't know about. I have decided - for the sake of reference purposes - I'll be posting ALL of them here on dA to make my life easier.

**Blade is an All Dogs Go to Heaven fancharacter**

Name: Blade

Gender: Male

Breed: Australian Shepherd x Border Collie [Mutt]

Age: 3 Years

Personality: Quiet and observant, Blade never misses a beat. Hes known as the strong silent type, but that doesnt necessarily mean he doesnt have emotions. Blade would love to believe that hes invincible and that no one in the world can touch him, but sometimes the war hes fought in can haunt his dreams and pass on to his conscious mind. Blade is usually nice unless you give him a reason to fight you. He doesnt go looking for trouble but doesnt have a hard time getting out of it. Hes only fast in average terms of his breeds, but he is very capable of throwing down a dog twice his size merely because of his training. Never underestimate him. It could be your worst mistake.

Strong Points: Doesnt go looking for fights, but he is very capable of winning one. Hes only averagely fast, so although escape is a first response, he chooses to ignore it. Hes extremely quiet most of the time, not due to shyness, but because of an occupied mind and a habit of listening in. Hes smart enough to piece together bits of information and figure things out, and looks the way hed like to feel but doesnt all the time strong.

Weak Points: Blade has a long history of violence, not of his own accord, but because he would have died if he hadnt participated in these events. Hes a bit unpredictable when being brought into topics about fighting, war, violence, or anything of the like. Blade often suffers from something close to Post Traumatic Stress disorder; it hasnt been diagnosed, but hes extremely touchy if you bring up something he doesnt like. A huge example is his past. He may be strong muscular wise, but hes not the lightning fast dog his breeds usually are built for; therefore, escaping a bad situation is pretty much out of the question. He has nightmares often, and tries to pretend everything is okay, but at the end of the day he just stays bottled up with secrets he prefers others not to know.

History:

When Blade was a puppy, he lived with his father and mother close to his two best friends, and cousins, Grace and Rachel. Nearly every day the trio would go outside in the crossroads of their neighborhood street and play together, and that suited Blade just fine until tragedy struck. Grace had been adopted by a man who wanted her to be a show dog, and Rachel seemed very distraught and upset about it. Deciding not to touch the subject, Blade would return home whenever he saw Rachel sulking.

It was during this period of time that a man came into Blades familys makeshift home. His mother and father whispered for the puppies to run and hide with them, but Blade was frozen with fear and couldnt find the strength to move his feet. It was only a matter of grabbing the small mutt now. The man took Blade and threw him into the back of a truck, taking him to a place that would change him forever. His family didnt see him for a long period of time after that.

The place he arrived at was underground. It was humid, sticky, and damp. Blade hated the smell of it because it reminded him of other strays like himself that hed seen on the street who had died from malnourishment. Everywhere he turned the stench was absolutely awful; it was a potent mix of dirty coats, peeled flesh, and blood. He was promptly shoved into a small cage barely big enough to fit him, and waited for what seemed like forever. He got to know a couple dogs there, but few he cared to remember later on, except one who stayed fresh in his memory.

Blade was stuck in his cage growing, and by the time he reached half his full size, he was carelessly flung into the ring with a massive dog who must have weighed three times more than him. He tried dodging the other dogs attacks, but just wasnt quick enough. It angered him that he couldnt get away, until it hit him that it was only one who would get out alive. He was pitted against the other dog for almost an hour before Blade gave up trying to run. He slammed head on into the other dog, making him fall for a split second. He then clung to the other dogs throat, receiving three wide adjacent gashes on his lower right leg as a desperate attempt to get free. Blade hung on, though, and defied all the odds. He had only his remaining baby teeth to thank they were still small but razor sharp too.

The three wounds never fully healed, and Blade faced many more fights before finally meeting his future best friend. A Doberman named Will came strolling into the arena, fighting aimlessly to collect a reward. At first, Blade had pegged him as another greedy dog looking for easy money, but when the Doberman noticed him, they both had a long talk before he finally had to depart. He wasnt bad at all. He had to fight to keep his family alive, and that struck Blade as noble. He never misjudged Will again, but he wished he had the courage to have asked the older dog to let him out.

When it was half a year after Blades first birthday, something remarkable happened. He was saved! A huge group of humans infiltrated the arena, obtaining the men who had neglected them so much. Blade and the other dogs were so thankful to the uniformed officers that they didnt even mind going to the vet for an examination. Blades wound was cleaned of infection and he was fed until his belly was its normal size again. The people there took care of him, and for once he was happy. Then something new happened.

After being examined, it was deemed that he was a remarkably fit dog without much of a temper problem. Many of the others Blade had met in the arena were being put down for being too aggressive. Instead of meeting this fate, Blade was assigned a spot in the army. He took it dutifully, glad to have the fighting ring in the past. An entirely new experience of violence awaited him, though. As he stepped onto the battle field with his assigned partner, he gaped at the awful scene he saw. It was like the fighting ring all over again, except there were humans fighting too, which somehow reassured Blade, and it was open. There were no cages.

It was these two facts alone that kept Blade going, and he managed to keep himself and his partner alive easily until a small incident later on. Blade was met with a black dog, whom he would later learn was named Mack. The black dog lunged at him in an attempt to disarm his partner without Blade, he was at a disadvantage compared to the black dogs human. Blade struck back defiantly, but was marked forever with a gash on his left eye. He managed to push Mack off of him before he could deliver the fatal bite, but Blade didnt get the chance to kill him either. He was still on the ground when he noticed Macks human aiming a thick gun towards his own. He leaped up and got in the way, for once being as fast as was required, and fell to the ground in a sickening thud. Mack and his human ran off to fight someone else after seeing their half failed attempt, while Blades partner ran to his aid.

Blade was put into intensive care after that. Fortunately, the bullet wound only entered his left leg, and he was going to be fine. Although he would have an x shaped mark for the rest of his life from the effects of the surgery, Blade thought that just living was fine enough. They also cleaned up the wound inflicted by Mack on his left eye, and Blades partner refused to let him back on the field. He was retired by his third birthday; his owner said he didnt want to put his dog at further risk. He had saved his life and he owed it to Blade to let him live the rest of his.

So Blade was taken back to San Francisco, his original home, a little further off from where the police had found the dog fighting ring. He wandered purposely until he finally found his old home, abandoned. He looked for his cousins and found them right off the bat. Well, one of them. He noticed Grace seeming sad and came to her and asked her what was wrong and how she had escaped from the greedy man. She replied that she had been kidnapped and held for ransom, but escaped through a hold and never went back. She asked Blade if he could intercept her sister, Rachel, who was still stuck at her old home. He did so without question, and when he and the other two finally came back together, there was a huge joyous reunion taking place. Blade showed his cousins around town, thankful that although nightmares from his past may haunt him forever, at least he had two family members left who he knew he could always trust and love forever.

Relatives: Grace [cousin, belongs to *Saske-Italian-Wolf]; Rachel [cousin, belongs to me]

Other: Constantly has nightmares of his time in the war, and is skeptical of Chandler (belongs to *Saske-Italian-Wolf) at first because he wears the same collar that Mack did when he had fought him. When he learns what really happened, he and Chandler become good friends. He also still visits his old friend, Will (belongs to ~Xemnas555), who still fights but no longer in the old arena Blade grew up in.

Frozen Lake 2

Wed, 12 May 2010 14:54:34 PDT

Frozen Falls At Antietam Lake..last year..

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The Waterfalls 10

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:16:52 PST

bow falls

Mon, 02 Jun 2003 18:31:40 PDT

bow falls mostly frozen over. more from banff national park.

Princess SilverSnow - Victoria Artique

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 13:19:10 PST

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Audition: [link]

Name:
Victoria Artique – Princess SilverSnow

Age:
19

Height:
160cm - 5"3 ( that’s without her heels though )
With her high heels she can easily be around 173cm - 5''8

Background:
Victoria is born in a wealthy family. Her life however has never been carefree. As soon as her mother possibly could she started entering Victoria in pageants. Later as Victoria expressed an interest for figure skating and since she’s to short for modelling work, her mother allowed her too, she started doing that to. This started a life of perfection and competition.

Personality:
Victoria’s mother effectively brainwashed her in believing winning is truly the most important thing in life. Victoria’s is VERY competitive, while most of this is because Victoria loves the attention and glory, beneath it all also lurks a fear of failure and abandonment. She won’t easily share this though… it’s bad to show weakness ( unless it’s absolutely needed. )
When meeting new people she’ll act friendly and polite at first, it’s usually not sincere though… she’s just trying to analyse them hoping that her friendliness will let them lower their guard.
If you’re not considered a threat, she’ll stay nice… in her way… she however will have no problem telling you ( or rubbing it in if she feels like it ) that you’re not a threat.
If you are considered a threat, you’ll find out underneath the smile lies a cool, sassy, bitchy, diva. To judges however Victoria will be sweet, polite, but sometimes she can’t help but throw in a little sas.
Also, growing up with a very critical mother Victoria/SilverSnow has no problem pointing out every flaw she could find in you… there’s a good chance she isn't even necessarily trying to be mean… she’s just… giving tips.

Transformation:
Victoria will hold her snowflake and says: “Glacies et Nives Methamorphosis” ( that’s French for: “Ice and Snow Metamorphose” )
Snow will start falling swirling around her, until she’s completely surrounded by snow, then the snow will become less and less, until Princess SilverSnow appears.
( In case you want to go for the classic naked magical girl transformation… she’s naked when she’s completely surrounded by the snow. )

Powers/Attacks:
SilverSnow has snow and ice based powers, some of her attacks:
- Sol Gelé: ( French = “Frozen ground” ) This attack will cover the ground with a layer of ice, allowing SilverSnow to skate wherever she pretty much want.
- Brûleglace ( French = “Snowblind” ) SilverSnow will create an extremely bright flash of light which will temporarily blind her opponent. If she uses her sceptre she can also concentrate the attack in a beam… it’s still just light though.
- Tempête de Neige ( French = “Snow storm” ) Using her scepter she creates a very power gust of snowy wind.
- Boule à Neige ( French = “Snowglobe” ) A snow globe will appear in SilverSnows hand, she’ll throw it and i twill break at impact freezing everything it touches.
- Avalanche SilverSnow will create a small avalanche. ( It’s still big enough to easily cover a person. ) This attack will take quite some energy though. )
- Zéro absolu ( French = “Absolute Zero” ) _{( Absolute zero or 0 kelvin is the coldest temperature possible, at this temperature no molecule is moving anymore )} With this attack SilverSnow can temporarily cool a person, object, etc. to 0 kelvin, since no molecules are moving you could say she technically stopped time on whatever she attack, this means she can even stop things/persons mid air. It’s quite an exhausting attack though, and SilverSnow will probably only use it in emergencies.

Special Items and Sidekicks:
Lux Victoria’s guardian animal. Lux is an artic fox who Victoria’s found sleeping on her pillow about a year ago. Lux however appears to be suffering from amnesia since he has no clue WHY Victoria had to become a magical girl or what her mission is. Lux is calm, patient and friendly and perhaps a little shy sometimes.

Cristal de Glace : a snowflake jewel Victoria received from Lux, she named it "Cristal de glace" which is french for "Ice crystal" because according to SilverSnow, everything is fancier in French. ( although in casual conversations she might also just refer to it as "snowflake". When Victoria transforms in SilverSnow, the Crustal de Glace takes the form of a hairpin.

Sceptre de Neige ( French = “Snowy Scepter” ) When SilverSnow takes out her hairpin it will change in a sceptre. The point at the end of the sceptre is quite sharp.

Other info:
- Victoria tends to throw random French words in conversations, according to Victoria everything is fancier with French.

- In battle, SilverSnow will try to avoid physical contact, not because she’s magically that strong, she’s just afraid to get injured or get scars… her appearance is extremely important to her.

- Victoria's boots can turn into skates when she's on ice.

Important: None of the art and comics that contain Victoria/SilverSnow that was made BEFORE February 2013, is relevant to Tournament Cosmos!

Yosemite 12

Fri, 27 Jan 2012 01:53:22 PST

Stock art, enjoy.

Here we have a frozen water fall, as seen from Glacier Point in Yosemite National Park. California.

GLAMBERTS UNITE!!!!

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 20:18:17 PDT

x- Yeah, I'm a Glambert XD Problem?

Adam Lambert is just....asdfghjkl: >w< So amazing. His songs are freaking sugar...in your brain and ear canal XD lolz

I spray-painted this last year...in the fall...at 10 at night XD Under a spotlight in front of my house. I had a hood on and I probably looked like a thug or something lmao

Those are my handprints, and my hands were FROZEN by the the time I had finished this! The wind was blowing and it was about 55 degrees outside (I REALLY wanted this done, mkay!?!?) There is flippin' handprint on the sidewalk from where I fell and caught myself (LIKE A BOSS B3 ) so yah...crime scene!!! lolz

Enjoy! ;3

Duality OCT: Allen Roy Wallace

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 07:20:44 PST

For

EDIT: Added more to his history on how he got his scars and his interaction with his father.
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Trainer

Name: Allen Roy Wallace
Age: 22
Height: 5'11"

History: Allen is the sixth child of eight children that were born to his parents Robert Wallace and Elizabeth Wallace, a branch in a family of dragon "tamers" or "riders"--ones who raise and train dragons for combat. Growing up in Opelucid Village, Allen was taught to fight in order to help preserve the family name, sometimes to extreme measures.

However, Allen wasn't the best of fighters, his normal child like self being too soft for his father. Instead of sending his son off to Castellia City to the Warrior's Guild, Robert decided to train Allen himself, wishing to break the boy's soft spirit.

At first Allen was reluctant to do as he was told, Allen's peaceful nature telling him that his father's unmerciful idea of training was wrong. However, because of his hesitation, he made one dragon use its flamethrower attack on him. He finally found himself doing as he was told after a particular training incident where him and his dragonair were facing against his father and his dragonite, and Allen found himself at the mercy of his father's dragonite. Needless to say he had to get his eye removed.

Afterwards, Allen trained as his father told him, not wishing to disappoint and ruin "the family name". Deeming Allen ready, Robert sent his son to Castellia City, allowing him to enter the Warrior's Guild.

Allen has been there ever since.

Personality: Allen is quite the formal, polite, yet serious individual. He is willing to help others if he is asked for help, but if it has anything to do with disappointing his family's "code" or its "name" then he will try to politely refuse. He tries not to show if he doesn't like someone, and has some fear of authority, because if he disappointed them he could get "punished".

The more you get to know Allen, the more he opens up to you. He mostly wishes to find peace,wanting to find ways to stop conflict from spreading. He is quite soft, but he hides it under the serious exterior.

Relations:
TBD when Allen actually has people he knows |D

Misc:
Huge burn scar that is mostly on his back but is also on part of his right shoulder and arm. He can't stretch his right arm out all the way because of this. (Recieved when he was 11)
Because of that incident where he received his huge burn scar, he has a fear of uncontrolled flames that are coming at him, or flames from Pokemon. He has tried to keep it at bay many times, but he would only just stand in place, frozen and scared. This has resulted in many beatings.
His right eye is actually a glass eye. He lost his eye while jousting with his father when he was 15, his father taking it a bit too far by not backing down when his dragon decided to attack Allen's face. The scars on his eye are also due to this incident.
Is completely dense when it comes to romance. You try to tell him a sexual joke? He will not get it. Try to make a move on him? He won't notice. He has no idea what romantic love is and so if he ever falls in love he will be very confused as to why his heart flutters when around said person. (~~Yes guys, this means he's single and a virgin...hahah~~)
Loves music, loves listening to music, he wished that his family would have let him expand on his musical interests but...the family name comes first.

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Pokemon

Name: Raphael
Species: Dragonite
Gender: Male
Ability: Inner Focus
Nature: Brave
Characteristic: Proud of its power
Moveset:
Dragon Rush
Agility
Flamethrower
Fly

Misc:
Allen's first Pokemon.
Mounts him in battle so he can attack from the sky as well as the ground
Raphael is loyal to Allen.

Name: Gabriella
Species: Swablu
Gender: Female
Ability: Natural Cure
Nature: Calm
Characteristic: Strong willed
Moveset:
Mist
Peck
Fury Attack
Safeguard

Misc:
Allen's messenger Pokemon. He uses it to mostly send letters between him and his sister, Eden.
Likes to keep her out of her Pokeball
Mostly is used as a 'mon that will helps defend Allen's team

Name: Uriel
Species: Zweilous
Gender: Male
Ability: Hustle
Nature: Rash
Characteristic: Highly curious
Moveset:
Crunch
Thunder Wave
Body Slam
Dragonbreath

Misc:
Most recent addition
Uriel and Raphael don't get along that well
Allen's main pokemon when fighting on land
Its two heads often fight between themselves.

Frozen Waterfall 1

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 18:05:34 PST

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Frozen Waterfall 3

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 18:10:57 PST

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DAA: Calpurina

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 14:51:34 PDT

Name: Calpurina Siras Aggripa

Race: Human
Class: Mage
Specialization: Demonolgist, Blood Mage (obvs)
Level: Higher than you.
Title: Magister
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8" in flat shoes. She's rather curvy.
Place of Birth: Guess. _Minrathous
How They Spend Their Time: Torturing slaves, chatting with demons, performing magical experiments, fucking up shit, scheming.

Equipment:
A metal staff with a scythe. On the edge of the scythe is a dragon's skull... that probably isn't real. She insists it is, however.
More gold than you.
Lots of jewels and fancy clothes.
Pets: Calpurina hates animals and thinks they're dirty_{(and thinks elves of pretty much the same, albeit more useful.)} She does, however, have a favorite slave that may as well be her pet; a brainwashed eunuch slave named Stitch, named so because his mouth is sewn shut. She also has a bodyguard named Pato.

Personality: Long story short, Calpurina is a bitch. She thinks she's better than everyone and anyone and won't hesitate to tell them such. She's extremely manipulative, and will stop short of nothing to get what she wants. She wouldn't hesitate to crush the skull of a kitten under her heel if it annoyed her, and everything annoys Calpurina. This is your standard magister-bitch turned up to eleven. Calpurina also takes no prisoners._{She eats babies.}

Background: Calpurina, in fact, wasn't born into the high rank she has today, as much as she'd lead everyone to believe so. She climbed the ladder, so to speak, through lying, thieving, seduction, scheming and the occasional murder. In her lifetime she has had numerrous spouses and numerous children _{(Which /can/ be played.)} that she usually neglected or handed off to servants and nurses to raise because they're too much work... and competition.

Religion: Calpurina has assumed a position as a leader of the Urthemiel cult, but she doesn't seem to be as devoted as she might lead on. In secret, Calpurina borderline venerates demons. Though, this could simply be due to sheer megalomania, demons giving her more power than the Old Gods.

Skills:
Coersion (T4)

Abilities:
_{Here we go. /cracks knuckles

Demonologist_{(The more powerful the ability used, the more of Caluprina's mental strength is drained. There is also a chance of her becoming possessed or an abomination.)

Spirit Blast: A bolt of spirit energy is launched at the enemy, causing average damage and having a chance to knock back.
Scream: An inhuman scream is let loose, causing minor spirit damage and stunning all targets, or causing them to run in fear. It also hurts your ears.
Cursed Dance: Inflicts a curse on all nearby enemies. Females are knocked down and take penalties to all resistances. Males cannot heal for a time. Enemies also take spirit damage for a time and fall asleep unless they pass a mental resistance check.
Mana Wave: An explosion of mana bursts from Calpurina, dispelling all effects from opponents in the area and draining them of their mana or stamina.

Blood Mage

Blood Magic: For as long as this mode is active, the caster sacrifices health to power spells instead of expending mana, but effects that heal the blood mage are much less effective than normal.
Sacrifice: The blood mage sucks the life-force from an ally, healing the caster but potentially killing the ally. If the ally dies, the mage is healed fully. This healing is not affected by the healing penalty of Blood Magic.
Blood Wound: The blood of all hostile targets in the area boils within their veins, inflicting severe damage. Targets stand twitching, unable to move unless they pass a physical resistance check. Creatures without blood are immune.
Blood Control: The blood mage forcibly controls the target’s blood, making the target an ally of the caster unless it passes a mental resistance check. If the target resists, it still takes great damage from the manipulation of its blood. Creatures without blood are immune.
Blood Boil: Heating the blood of the target to a boiling level within their veins, targets are stunned and suffer massive damage. This spell must be channeled, and the longer it is held, the more damage it does.
Lash: An extremely odd spell. The blood mage slashes open their wrists and the blood drawn forms long tendrils that grab and attack foes nearby. This spell must also be channeled and deals continual damage to the mage.
Grave Robber: The blood mage consumes the residual life force from nearby enemy corpses, as well as sapping some of the living targets around them, enemy or otherwise, to regain health.

Arcane

Fade Shield: The mage alters steps partway into the Fade, adding a significant chance of resisting hostile spells or evading physical attacks while the spell is active.
Elemental Mastery: The mage has learned to amplify the effects of each of the elements, increasing any elemental damage inflicted by other attacks while this spell is active.
Time Spiral: The mage, through great concentration, is able to alter perception of time, slowing the movement of all those around her. This spell can easily be interrupted and is difficult to cast if being attacked, or in the heat of battle.

Entropy

Disorient: The caster engages in subtle mental manipulation that disorients the target for a short time, making the target a less effective combatant by inflicting penalties to attack and defense.
Horror: The caster forces a target to cower in fear, unable to move, unless it passes a mental resistance check. Targets already asleep when the spell is cast cannot resist its effect and take massive spirit damage.
Sleep: All hostile targets in the targeted area fall asleep unless they pass a mental resistance check, although they wake when hit. Sleeping enemies cannot resist the Horror spell, which will inflict additional damage.
Waking Nightmare: Hostile targets are trapped in a waking nightmare unless they pass a mental resistance check. They are randomly stunned, attack other enemies, or become the caster's ally for the duration of the effect. Enemies that are already asleep cannot resist.

Primal

Flame Blast: The caster's hands erupt with a cone of flame, inflicting fire damage on all targets in the area for a short time. Friendly fire possible.
Fireball: The caster's hands erupt with an explosive ball of flame, inflicting lingering fire damage on all targets in the area as well as knocking them off their feet unless they pass a physical resistance check. Friendly fire possible.
Inferno: The caster summons a huge column of swirling flame. All targets in the area take constant fire damage as they burn. Friendly fire possible.

Winter's Grasp: The caster envelops the target in frost, freezing lower-level targets solid. Those that resist suffer a penalty to movement speed.
Cone of Cold: The caster's hands erupt with a cone of frost, freezing targets solid unless they pass a physical resistance check, and slowing their movement otherwise. Targets frozen solid by Cone of Cold can be shattered with a critical hit. Friendly fire possible.
Blizzard: An ice storm deals continuous cold damage to everyone in the targeted area and slows their movement speed while granting bonuses to defense and fire resistance. Targets can fall or be frozen solid unless they pass a physical resistance check. Friendly fire possible.

Spirit

Mind Blast: The caster projects a wave of telekinetic force that stuns enemies caught in the sphere.
Force Field: The caster erects a telekinetic barrier around a target, who becomes completely immune to damage for the duration of the spell but cannot move. Friendly fire possible.
Crushing Prison: The caster encloses a target in a collapsing cage of telekinetic force inflicting spirit damage for the duration.

Mana Drain: The caster creates a parasitic bond with a spellcasting target, absorbing a small amount of mana from it.
Mana Cleanse: The caster sacrifices personal mana to nullify the mana of enemies in the area. (Less effective, but less risky than Mana Wave)
Spell Might: While in this mode, the caster overflows with magical energy, making spells more powerful, but expending mana rapidly and suffering a penalty to mana regeneration.
Mana Clash: The caster expels a large amount of mana in direct opposition to enemy spellcasters, who are completely drained of mana and suffer spirit damage proportional to the amount of mana they lost.}}

Gill's Tutorial 2

Wed, 21 Jul 2010 13:50:01 PDT

And now that i have all of your attention and found a back door to submission issues i give you my Tutorial now with emotes Ok todays topic *drumroll* Emotes,links and thumbnails What are they and how i use em?

Well most of you have problobly seen an emote by now like this this is one possible type of emote out of 3

Here are the other 2 and ^__^ .

Now Links are just that and there are 3 types of links such as the one here [link] that will link you to the firefox website. then there is this [link] which will take you to the help desk and Faqs and help. lastly theres or *deviant which are multi funtional .

Lastly are Thumbnails or thumbs for short which we will cover last. Gill: You suck!! Me: what was that! * a portal then opens up under Gill to a frozen wasteland and he falls in* Well guess i am gonna do the tutorial alone.

Ok here goes:

!st off emotes or emoticons can be used throughout most of deviantart with some exceptions the 1st being deviations. Sadly emotes cant be used in deviations unless its a drawn piece or created yes i said created. You see an emote is used to convey feelings emotions and more hence the name and most emotes are created by geeks with too much time on hand, a love of emotes and better software than i have at my disposal *beats computer with a baseball bat. " Damit i said back not forward you worthless heap of outdate trash!"* ...Ahem anywaythere are 3 kinds of emotes the 1st is this chainsaw which depicts a maniac about ta kill with his scary chainsaw of fear and conveys an action and feeling this type of emote is made by typing the word between : : for example : evillaugh : - the spaces = Next type of emote of sorts is this yes this is an avatar being used as an emote and is most often a staple amongst "Plz accounts" called such due to ending in PLZ. However eagerpee is one exceptio :iconeagerpea: along with `mollinda lastly is the 3rd type this ^__^ an emote that deviantART does not recognize in any form in this cas a somewhat happy face i suppose Now the 1st type can be found in the Emoticon legend here: [link] however on occassion there will be emotes that arent on the legend as deviantART doesnt update the legend as often as they should Now then the 2nd type of emote can be made by typing : iconemerilplz : Without spaces which equals :iconemerillplz: emerill lagasse renowned Food Network chef. the plz accounts can be looked up here [link] and better described in !synful 's deviation here [link]

Moving on Links are like seen above and i've classified them into 3 types:

1: an offsite link. this will take you to a site off of deviantART. You'll notice this link right away by the deviantART Fella asking you if you want to continue or not. Heres 1 such link [link] which is of course Youtube

2: An on site links such as [link] a link to *deviant 's Gallery also this is a link to his profile and this *deviant this is what i would call a sub link ya see any deviants Avatar doubles a clickable link such as which will connect to $spyed's DA's founder and CEO profile page when clicked and is made once again by : : just type : iconspyed : without spaces to get next is this $Moonbeam13 which essentially is the users avatar in clickable text form but would still take you to her profile page none the less. basically 2 and 3 are the same so i wont list a 3rd for this section as it would be redundant

lastly Thumbnails or Thumbs This is how ya pst a dirrect link to a specific deviation and works similiar to the deviant links but with the key difference being the word THUMB.

Thumbnails only work in a few places around the site. However subscribers are given additional locations to use thumbs. These locations include the following:

For all dA users

* dAmn The dA chatrooms allow thumbnails to be used if the privilege is turned on by an admin of the chatroom

* The Deviation ThumbShare Forum

* Notes

For Subscribers aka PM's, Seniors, moderators and all Site admins

* Journals (but not in the title )
* Custom boxes
* Artist comments
* Polls (but not in the title/question box )
* The Subscribers ThumbShare Forum

ALSO...

Chatroom Scripts:

As chatrooms support the use of thumbcodes for all users, there have been a couple of scripts produced which allow you to use emotes on dAmn by simply typing a code similar to the codes used on the emoticon legend.

For you to be able to use these you must be using the FireFox web browser and have the add-onGreasemonkey installed.

You can then use one of the scripts described in this journal

All deviation are given a thumb code upon submission ie :thumbXXXXXXXX: or : thumb169379135 : which when i remove the spaces produces a picture by :devmastofra: The lovable Zoey or ichigo of Tokyo Mew Mew aka Mew Mew Power as a sad GTS simply click the pick and you will taken to the deviation viewing page. The thumb code can be found under the share tab on the deviation viewing page.

I hope you all have learned how to better use theesse features on deviantart now go be devious and enjoy this site we all love so much and remember deviantART Loves You!! Oh and Emotes and Links are your friends so to the guy who just poured holy water on his PC nice 1 dumbshit but its not evill oh and computer should die in 3..2..1. *some priests computer just dies at the end of this sentence but the swearing is heard for miles. so much for sinning * Well i'm off ta enjoy DA thogh it appears there may be 1 less viewer

Falling/Levitating/Floating Girl

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 19:49:42 PDT

Sorry for the poor quality. I had it on timer, and its hard to focus when your not on the chair... I'm not sure what to call the pose, I was trying to be "struck by lightning/frozen/serene at the same time". As seen here: [link]

Rules of use:
Post the link of where you use it.
Dont claim as you're own.
Enjoy and share.

CanyonLT092

Sun, 17 May 2009 22:18:10 PDT

Skwonk Commandments and Guidelines

1. We are egotistic and vain creatures, with that in mind, give credit where credit is due. Please provide a link back to the stock you have used. All deviations with our stock will be faved and if you are lucky we might feature your piece in a journal entry or news post.

2. Do not upload our stock as your own. This includes creating Photoshop brushes, textures, etc. If this rule is violated, we will report you to the deviantArt Administration and ask you to remove our stock.

3. All our stock can be used for prints. We love starving artists; therefore, there is no need to ask permission. However, please remember our number one commandment and give us credit where credit is due. Did I mention we are vain and egotistic?

4. If you want to use our stock outside of deviantArt please drop us a note. We will review each request on a case by case basis.

5. We want to be of service to the deviantArt community. If you have comments, concerns, questions or requests, don’t hesitate to drop us a note.

Bury Down Deep

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 14:29:46 PDT

Kianti
Taken on their first romp in the paddocks after the snow fall.
All the photos from this day will be the unedited ones...
i may add some edited ones but i figured you guys would want the originals for stock.
see stock rules for terms of use.
*They liked to lick the frozen salt off the mud under the snow

The Waterfalls 15

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:25:23 PST

Application for Wolf RP

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 10:28:28 PDT

I was too lazy to actually draw it. XD

.::About::.
Name: Frozen
Age: Two years old
Element: Ice
Gender: Female
Personality: Brave, Trustworthy, But also sensitive.
Mate: None.

.::~Items~::.
.::~Scarf
.::~Color Changing/Glowing Bracelet. (The color depends on her mood)

.::~Likes~::.
.:~Swimming:.
.:~Winter:.
.:~Being with pack:.
.:~Eating:. (Who doesn't?)
.:~Just hanging out:.

.::~Dislikes~::.
.:~Fights:.
.:~Being depressed:.
.:~Falling:. (Lol, Yeah.)
.:~Warmth:.

Application for
(Heh, Btw, The correct spelling for More-Then-One wolf, Is Wolves. c: Not wolfs)

The Waterfalls 6

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:10:25 PST

partially frozen river 2

Tue, 28 Dec 2010 15:55:15 PST

The snake river in Idaho falls Idaho.
Rules for using my stock can be found in my journal, but basically, credit me, don't post outside of DA without my permission, and link me the result. don't use for images of excessive violence, no nudity, and ABSOLUTELY NO CHILD ABUSE!

partially frozen lake

Tue, 28 Dec 2010 15:51:51 PST

Snow is Falling

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 16:21:39 PST

I pointed the camera up and let the flash so the work... looks like the stars!

More Textures Here
and
Here

Stock packs can be found, Here
and Here

Please comment if you use any.
Or credit to madme03.

Please do not redistribute.

falling out

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 23:38:32 PST

I didn't know what to put this in.
Isn't it the coolest? My mommy pointed it out and I was like "Holy spit! (yup spit.) that's so chill!"
Thus pictures.
I hope you can put it to use, or can just admire it's beauty.
Stock image. Read my rules.

Snow Against a Black Sky

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 16:24:25 PST

Pointed the camera up and took a photo of the falling snow, almost looks like the stars against the night sky instead of snow.

More Textures Here
and
Here

Stock packs can be found, Here
and Here

Please comment if you use any.
Or credit to madme03.

Please do not redistribute.