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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 04:02 (4 Years ago) |
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oh boy, the chiss never knew how close he came. it takes an artist's eye to notice the faint nuances when it came to reading someone. even a master of hiding his facial expression, the shaliz'na knew from the way he tensed that he'd definitely struck a nerve-ending. shock came first, and then such a tide of anger that (fenrys was very glad was not expressed openly.) hackles raising in a very similar manner to how fenrys's had when the stranger had first entered the cell. this was a strange, strange individual. fenrys watched him from behind the oak tips of his wings, dismissing the nearly bored reply as he waited for the first question. why on earth did the officer look so confused? had he not been briefed? fenrys's patience was oddly rewarded when he found the topic shifting towards his carvings on the wall. here, it seemed that the being had finally found something in his league. the prickling in his wings increased. he felt a strange mixture of suspicion and pride as the blue-skinned male fastened his visionaries on the blood-hued lines. "those carvings are supposed to be drabble. nothing serious." and that was honestly speaking. art had used to be ... something more but just as one closes a door on a chapter of their life, he'd closed a door on his art. what was once vibrant was rusty, it's former iridescence shorn of its glow. fenrys found it interesting how the male relaxed just upon seeing the carvings - he must have something special with it in general. he was confined here in this cage, but maybe a new viewport was opening here? the shaliz'na kept one raptor-like optic on the chiss, waiting to see where he wanted to take this conversation. "aimless doodling." fenrys said softly, his tone almost mournful as he stared fixatedly on the ceiling. ▶ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 389 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 19/04/2021 00:03 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 17/04/2021 16:52 (4 Years ago) |
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Meaning Fenrys; a large wolf in scandinavian folklore Voronova; a russian surname meaning 'raven' or 'crow' the prince of birds Nicknames | Age 24 Date of birth July 11st; 12:00 am midnight. Zodiac Cancer Gender Male [ transgender; afab ] Species Shaliz'Na Sexuality Demisexual Status Single; has not yet sought out a relationship. Force allegiance Light. Sworn fealty The rebellion. Appearance Upon first glance, Fenrys is a character that just exudes a solar glow, as if he was the one chosen from birth to embody the sun. He naturally possesses a graceful, collected demeanor, and he is built attractively in a way that doesn't compromise the light-weight and athletic build associated with the shaliz'na. Fenrys is a tall male, coming in at 6'1 and with large, razor-sharp talons crowning his hands, he can seem seriously intimidating. His claws are very similar to an avian's talons, and they possess an unnatural dexterity, even surpassing those of his breed. Scary as he may seem, however, it doesn't take long for this illusion to be dismissed, because unless he feels threatened, he usually has a very warm and open demeanor. Ryn is easy on the eyes, with fair skin, a shy, casual smile, and messy ebony hair. Unlike most of the Shaliz'na, he has not grown his hair to his shoulders, rather cutting it short to his chin. Despite standing in a rather humanoid manner on two feet, he possesses striking alien traits, beyond those of his talons. Notably; deep golden raptor-like eyes, which grant him unnaturally sharp vision compared to humans, a thin layer of russet/mahogany down on most of his body and his massive wings are prime indications of his shaliz'na ancestry. Fenrys's wingspan is colossal, around twenty five feet when fully extended. As expected, his wings can be a huge hassle at times. Not only do they require constant preening so as to remain neat and fit for flight, but it makes it very difficult to get into small spaces without getting torn or ruffled. Moreover, he has to stretch them constantly to avoid pins and needles. But they do add another layer of emotion, and are a lovely sight regardless. In earthen terms, his wings can be compared to those of a northern harrier hawk, a white ghost among birds. His wings are broad and narrow, perfect for flying at high speeds. On the inside, his wings are mostly a very pale grey, they do have a form of dark cinnamon speckling/mottling. There are muted auburn/tawny speckling along the marginal coverts that are similar to his hair color. His secondaries, primaries, and tertials have a dark black-coffee base. On the outside, his wings are a subdued silvery color, with lovely darker grey-brown banding that start along the middle and extend right down along to the tips of each feather. Fenrys has made special adjustments to his gear in order to compensate for his wings. Undoubtedly, Ryn is especially proud of how 'beautiful' his wings have become, and prefers flight over long distance walking or running in many cases. He is very expressive with his wings, and uses a menagerie of gestures to convey emotions. In addition to that, Ryn has a large russet-inked tattoo along his arms resembling wings in nature, symbolizing his pride of his flight. His avian traits grants him a rather hollow and brittle skeleton structure, and as such, he weighs a lot less than what is expected. No one can go into an Imperial prison and come out unscathed; and Fenrys is really no different. Apart from the emotional scars, which he keeps to himself for the most part, he has quite a few ruthlessly honest physical scars. There isn't a reason to hide them. His wings have patches where the feathers look irregular, mostly because guards have attempted to rip out the feathers there. Healing and new bruises are on his back and sides. Fenrys is not the most extravagant character when it comes to apparel, but he too has his fair share of keepsakes and trinkets. In particular, he has a necklace with one half of a starbird crest, that dangles from his neck. The other half of a crest used to belong to his sister, although since her death, he has not been able to retrieve the other half. His clothing tends to be loose and open, with short sleeves and slits in the back for wings. Most of these trinkets have been removed by the Imperials; the starbird necklace is the only thing Fenrys has because he hid it in his boot whenever he has visitors. He refuses to be separated with the thing, especially since it's the only tie to his home that he has left. It goes against the Jedi principle of having no attachments, but no one, Jedi or Imperial, will ever take it from him. Personality Fenrys is someone who - though formerly shining brightly and warmly - has dimmed the lights, drawn the shades to clad himself in an eclipsed light. He isn't the male he once was, though not many people even know what that is. He's become aloof, a quiet presence, if not slightly brooding. He watches the day go by without stating his opinion - at least not out loud - in a surprisingly apathetic manner. Fenrys tends to be very upfront and honest with his opinions, even if his words come across as rather...harsh at times. Known Family [ Father ] Mazen Voronva [ Mother ] Kura-Okami Voronova [ Siblings ] Alouette Voronova Voice Ben Barnes as The Darkling - (xxx) [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 23/03/2021 12:00 (4 Years ago) |
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sariel - one of the seven angels of the earth xiomara - meaning famous in battle age twenty-seven zodiac aries strengths: courageous, determined, confident, enthusiastic, optimistic, honest, passionate weaknesses: impatient, moody, short-tempered, impulsive, aggressive as the first sign in the zodiac, the presence of aries always marks the beginning of something energetic and turbulent. they are continuously looking for dynamic, speed and competition, always being the first in everything - from work to social gatherings. thanks to its ruling planet mars and the fact it belongs to the element of fire, aries is one of the most active zodiac signs. it is in their nature to take action, sometimes before they think about it well. the sun in such high dignity gives them excellent organizational skills, so you'll rarely meet an aries who isn't capable of finishing several things at once, often before lunch break! their challenges show when they get impatient, aggressive and vent anger pointing it to other people. strong personalities born under this sign have a task to fight for their goals, embracing togetherness and teamwork through this incarnation. aries rules the head and leads with the head, often literally walking head first, leaning forwards for speed and focus. Its representatives are naturally brave and rarely afraid of trial and risk. they possess youthful strength and energy, regardless of their age and quickly perform any given tasks. gender cisfemale | she/her/hers sexuality bisexual, male leaning role chieftan of berk appearance     Sariel has an imposing presence, and that isn't just from her brooding aura, it's also from how she looks. This is a female built to withstand the yearly brutal winters that is here to stay within Berk. Her beauty is somewhat rugged, as if she was carved out of earth and rock. She is all edges where some would be soft, and her body is lean, lacking any superfluous fat. Various scars are faintly visible on her visage, although most are faded and faint. The most noticeable scar curves down from the left part of her eye, which remarkably has retained its vision after such a ghastly marring. There is an impressive breadth to her shoulders and personality words voice emily blunt Dragon night fury | rare strike class ➞ a glimpse name: stelmaria name meaning: name etymologically linked to stella maris; another name for the north star. nicknames: stelm gender: cisfemale | dragoness length: 34 feet/1,036.3 cm wingspan: 51 feet (1.5:1 ratio) voice angelina jolie stelmaria is a looming shadow just as imposing as her human partner, possessing brawn and beauty. voice emily blunt [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 23/03/2021 00:15 (4 Years ago) |
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oh is this still going? well . . . Literacy// i consider myself to be literate, despite being a constant victim of writers block. my starters tend to be rather..massive (lets say my shortest one was 500 words?) and then depending on the roleplay, my muse goes up and down. i don't think i write any less than 300 words = and paragraph length depends - but if i feel extremely hyped, don't be surprised to see word counts in the thousands. it really depends on the day. some examples (here) (here) Interests/Genre// Maturity and Romance// Contact// [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 15/03/2021 18:22 (4 Years ago) |
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Name Alastair Silverspring Alastair - ruling angel of midnight. Nicknames Occasionally Al. Age 24 Zodiac Libra Strengths Cooperative, diplomatic, gracious, fair-minded, social Weaknesses Indecisive, avoids confrontations, will carry a grudge, self-pity People born under the sign of Libra are peaceful, fair, and they hate being alone. Partnership is very important for them, as their mirror and someone giving them the ability to be the mirror themselves. These individuals are fascinated by balance and symmetry, they are in a constant chase for justice and equality, realizing through life that the only thing that should be truly important to themselves in their own inner core of personality. This is someone ready to do nearly anything to avoid conflict, keeping the peace whenever possible The sign of Libra is an Air sign, giving these individuals constant mental stimuli, strong intellect and a keen mind. They will be inspired by good books, insurmountable discussions and people who have a lot to say. Each Libra representative has to be careful when talking to other people, for when they are forced to decide about something that is coming their way, or to choose sides, they suddenly realize that they might be in the wrong place and surrounded by wrong people. No partner should make them forget that they have their own opinion. Gender Male [ transgender; biologically female ] Species Shaliz'Na Homeworld Shar'Ack Sexuality Demisexual Status Single; has not yet sought out a relationship. Force allegiance Light. Sworn fealty The burgeoning rebellion. Role Rebel Appearance main profile | wings | eyes Upon first glance, Al is a character that just exudes a solar glow, as if he was the one chosen from birth to embody the sun. He naturally possesses a graceful, collected demeanor, and he is built attractively in a way that doesn't compromise the light-weight and athletic build associated with the shaliz'na. Al is a tall male, coming in at 6'1 and with large, razor-sharp talons crowning his hands, he can seem seriously intimidating. His claws are very similar to an avian's talons, and they possess an unnatural dexterity, even surpassing those of his breed. Scary as he may seem, however, it doesn't take long for this illusion to be dismissed, because unless he feels threatened, he usually has a very warm and open demeanor. Alastair is easy on the eyes, with fair skin, a shy, casual smile, and messy ebony hair. Unlike most of the Shaliz'na, he has not grown his hair to his shoulders, rather cutting it short to his chin. Despite standing in a rather humanoid manner on two feet, he possesses striking alien traits, beyond those of his talons. Notably; deep golden raptor-like eyes, which grant him unnaturally sharp vision compared to humans, a thin layer of dove-grey down on most of his body and his massive wings are prime indications of his shaliz'na ancestry. His wingspan is colossal, around six meters when fully extended. As expected, his wings can be a huge hassle at times. Not only do they require constant preening so as to remain neat and fit for flight, but it makes it very difficult to get into small spaces without getting torn or ruffled. Moreover, he has to stretch them constantly to avoid pins and needles. But they do add another layer of emotion, and are a lovely sight regardless. In earthen terms, Alastair's wings can be compared to those of a northern harrier hawk. His wings are broad and narrow, perfect for flying at high speeds. On the inside, his wings are mostly a very pale grey, they do have a form of dark cinnamon speckling/mottling. There are muted auburn/tawny speckling along the marginal coverts that are similar to his hair color. His secondaries, primaries, and tertials have a dark black-coffee base. On the outside, his wings are a subdued silvery color, with lovely darker grey-brown banding that start along the middle and extend right down along to the tips of each feather. Al has made special adjustments to his gear in order to compensate for his wings. Undoubtedly, Al is especially proud of how 'beautiful' his wings have become, and prefers flight over long distance walking or running in many cases. He is very expressive with his wings, and uses a menagerie of gestures to convey emotions. In addition to that, Alastair has a large russet-inked tattoo resembling wings in nature, symbolizing his pride of his flight. His avian traits grants him a rather hollow and brittle skeleton structure, and as such, he weighs a lot less than what is expected. Alastair is not the most extravagant character when it comes to apparel, but he too has his fair share of keepsakes and trinkets. In particular, he has a necklace with one half of a starbird crest, that dangles from his neck. The other half of a crest used to belong to his sister, although since her death, he has not been able to retrieve the other half. His clothing tends to be loose and open, with short sleeves and slits in the back for wings. About Alastair was a Shilva'Na child of the wind born on Shar'Ack. His wings came at a young age, and grew with him. Even from a very young age, the only thing he loved more than art, was flying. He flew whenever he got the chance, stretching his wings and muscles as much as he could before his mother called him back for lunch. It was as if the entire sky was his playground, from the trees to the canopy to the horizon. This enthusiasm was only shared by one - his older sister Soleil Silverspring. Having only learned how to fly a few days ahead of him, the two could frequently be seen soaring above the trees as fast as their wings would permit. Sometimes, he would even sneak out at night and fly then. To anyone looking, what he was doing was downright reckless, but injuries were somehow minimal. Bruises at worst. However, at the tender age of eight, Alastair's family surrendered him to the Jedi Order, having learned that their son was force-sensitive. It was not a forced affair by any means, but the thought of being torn apart from Soleil was quite a heart-wrenching experience. To this day, Alastair thinks that being separated from his family so early is what dulled his memories of them, since he didn't really get to see his family after that point. However, it was undeniable that the whole new 'world' of the Force was rather intriguing. His skills were rudimentary at best, mostly quick reflexes that helped him to avoid crashing into obstacles while flying. His restlessness often interfered with meditation, making force study difficult. Additionally, his rather clumsy nature - and propensity for knocking things over with his wings - made him the subject of teasing from many other younglings. Not a fun start. Usually, Alastair let them shove him around, having been taught that Jedi were meant to be pacifist users of the Force. WIP Known Family Alastair is the son of Mazen and Catherine Silverspring from Shar'Ack. He had one older sister, named Soleil Silverspring. Inventory Voice Taylor Grey [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 15/03/2021 02:43 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 15/03/2021 02:38 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 14/03/2021 16:50 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 09/03/2021 02:48 (4 Years ago) |
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Name Fallon Tove Fallon - leader Nicknames None. Only goes by her full forname. Moniker Eidolon. Age 29 Zodiac Scorpio Strengths Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn, a true friend Weaknesses Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent Scorpio-born are passionate and assertive people. They are determined and decisive, and will research until they find out the truth. Scorpio is a great leader, always aware of the situation and also features prominently in resourcefulness. Scorpio is a Water sign and lives to experience and express emotions. Although emotions are very important for Scorpio, they manifest them differently than other water signs. In any case, you can be sure that the Scorpio will keep your secrets, whatever they may be. Pluto is the planet of transformation and regeneration, and also the ruler of this zodiac sign. Scorpios are known by their calm and cool behavior, and by their mysterious appearance. People often say that Scorpio-born are fierce, probably because they understand very well the rules of the universe. Some Scorpio-born can look older than they actually are. They are excellent leaders because they are very dedicated to what they do. Scorpios hate dishonesty and they can be very jealous and suspicious, so they need to learn how to adapt more easily to different human behaviors. Scorpios are brave and therefore they have a lot of friends. Gender Female Species Umbaran Sexuality Bisexual closeted Mana allegiance Dark Sworn fealty The Order Role Member of the twelve Appearance (reference) Personality Fallon is a cunning, resourceful female with an apparent penchant for aggressive and violent behaviors and tactics. She has a sharp mind and street-smart instincts that have pushed her through the ranks. Fallon pursues her goal with a dead-set focus that is very nearly obsessive. "Family obsessive" and strong-willed is definitely a great way to describe the cold female for she will use any means necessary to achieve her goal. Fallon is a too cynical and sarcastically inclined female, always wary of others, always alert, and still self-righteously proud. She lacks many of the necessary sympathy components and perhaps other attributes, even deranged and brutish fall short. Despite the charisma and the glamour, Fallon's mind has been riddled with scars; sin and mental illnesses have left their mark on her young mind, and continuously haunt her. She is ambitious, brutish; even deranged doesn't describe her actions and desire to continuously hunt for power. And for good reason. Fallon wears many many faces, many of which play to the innocence that most people would associate with her age. It's even better that she can fake a convincing smile or aura - covering up even the most vile of emotions. Fallon's a snake with honeyed words and bright eyes that seem to stare into one's very soul. This girl isn't noticed often, because she's merely a shadow on the wall to most people. But anyone in their right mind see through her facade - to the crumbling wall guarded by a million silver needles. Nevertheless, Fallon has no difficulty keeping up with their nefarious, troublemaking antics, - despite having only recently graduated from an apprentice - and even excels in specific skills. Fallon is not a female who likes to talk, merely observing in the background. She can blend in to the shadows almost seamlessly, as though she were a ghost, and stay unnoticed for hours on end, even in broad daylight. This has led to her becoming an immensely successful manipulator, only leaving traces that don't become visible until weeks later when her unfortunate victim realizes that what she stole is missing. Backstory wip Known Family [ All deceased; only child. ] Inventory Fallon has an ornate necklace, the last gift from her father before she was surrendered. She also wears a pair of golden gauntlets (xxx). She is never seen without these items. In terms of weapons, Fallon wields a double-bladed lightsaber with a scarlet beam; having bled the crystals from her master's lightsaber, as well as her own. Voice Billie Eilish - All The Good Girls Go to Hell Hex color #374357  Show
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Name Alastair Silverspring Alastair - man's defender. Nicknames Occasionally Al. Age 24 Zodiac Libra Strengths Cooperative, diplomatic, gracious, fair-minded, social Weaknesses Indecisive, avoids confrontations, will carry a grudge, self-pity People born under the sign of Libra are peaceful, fair, and they hate being alone. Partnership is very important for them, as their mirror and someone giving them the ability to be the mirror themselves. These individuals are fascinated by balance and symmetry, they are in a constant chase for justice and equality, realizing through life that the only thing that should be truly important to themselves in their own inner core of personality. This is someone ready to do nearly anything to avoid conflict, keeping the peace whenever possible The sign of Libra is an Air sign, giving these individuals constant mental stimuli, strong intellect and a keen mind. They will be inspired by good books, insurmountable discussions and people who have a lot to say. Each Libra representative has to be careful when talking to other people, for when they are forced to decide about something that is coming their way, or to choose sides, they suddenly realize that they might be in the wrong place and surrounded by wrong people. No partner should make them forget that they have their own opinion. Gender Male [ transgender; biologically female ] Species Shaliz'Na Homeworld Shar'Ack Sexuality Demisexual Status Single; has not yet sought out a relationship. Force allegiance Light. Sworn fealty The burgeoning rebellion. Role Rebel Appearance main profile | wings | eyes Upon first glance, Al is a character that just exudes a solar glow, as if he was the one chosen from birth to embody the sun. He naturally possesses a graceful, collected demeanor, and he is built attractively in a way that doesn't compromise the light-weight and athletic build associated with the shaliz'na. Al is a tall male, coming in at 6'1 and with large, razor-sharp talons crowning his hands, he can seem seriously intimidating. His claws are very similar to an avian's talons, and they possess an unnatural dexterity, even surpassing those of his breed. Scary as he may seem, however, it doesn't take long for this illusion to be dismissed, because unless he feels threatened, he usually has a very warm and open demeanor. Alastair is easy on the eyes, with fair skin, a shy, casual smile, and messy ebony hair. Unlike most of the Shaliz'na, he has not grown his hair to his shoulders, rather cutting it short to his chin. Despite standing in a rather humanoid manner on two feet, he possesses striking alien traits, beyond those of his talons. Notably; deep golden raptor-like eyes, which grant him unnaturally sharp vision compared to humans, a thin layer of dove-grey down on most of his body and his massive wings are prime indications of his shaliz'na ancestry. His wingspan is colossal, around six meters when fully extended. As expected, his wings can be a huge hassle at times. Not only do they require constant preening so as to remain neat and fit for flight, but it makes it very difficult to get into small spaces without getting torn or ruffled. Moreover, he has to stretch them constantly to avoid pins and needles. But they do add another layer of emotion, and are a lovely sight regardless. In earthen terms, Alastair's wings can be compared to those of a northern harrier hawk. His wings are broad and narrow, perfect for flying at high speeds. On the inside, his wings are mostly a very pale grey, they do have a form of dark cinnamon speckling/mottling. There are muted auburn/tawny speckling along the marginal coverts that are similar to his hair color. His secondaries, primaries, and tertials have a dark black-coffee base. On the outside, his wings are a subdued silvery color, with lovely darker grey-brown banding that start along the middle and extend right down along to the tips of each feather. Al has made special adjustments to his gear in order to compensate for his wings. Undoubtedly, Al is especially proud of how 'beautiful' his wings have become, and prefers flight over long distance walking or running in many cases. He is very expressive with his wings, and uses a menagerie of gestures to convey emotions. In addition to that, Alastair has a large russet-inked tattoo resembling wings in nature, symbolizing his pride of his flight. His avian traits grants him a rather hollow and brittle skeleton structure, and as such, he weighs a lot less than what is expected. Alastair is not the most extravagant character when it comes to apparel, but he too has his fair share of keepsakes and trinkets. In particular, he has a necklace with one half of a starbird crest, that dangles from his neck. The other half of a crest used to belong to his sister, although since her death, he has not been able to retrieve the other half. His clothing tends to be loose and open, with short sleeves and slits in the back for wings. About Alastair was a Shilva'Na child of the wind born on Shar'Ack. His wings came at a young age, and grew with him. Even from a very young age, the only thing he loved more than art, was flying. He flew whenever he got the chance, stretching his wings and muscles as much as he could before his mother called him back for lunch. It was as if the entire sky was his playground, from the trees to the canopy to the horizon. This enthusiasm was only shared by one - his older sister Soleil Silverspring. Having only learned how to fly a few days ahead of him, the two could frequently be seen soaring above the trees as fast as their wings would permit. Sometimes, he would even sneak out at night and fly then. To anyone looking, what he was doing was downright reckless, but injuries were somehow minimal. Bruises at worst. However, at the tender age of eight, Alastair's family surrendered him to the Jedi Order, having learned that their son was force-sensitive. It was not a forced affair by any means, but the thought of being torn apart from Soleil was quite a heart-wrenching experience. To this day, Alastair thinks that being separated from his family so early is what dulled his memories of them, since he didn't really get to see his family after that point. Intruiging as it was, however, actually honing his skills was easiser said than done. His skills were rudimentary at best, mostly quick reflexes that helped him to avoid crashing into obstacles while flying. His restlessness often interfered with meditation, making force study difficult. Additionally, his rather clumsy nature - and propensity for knocking things over with his wings - made him the subject of merciless teasing from many other younglings. Not a fun start. For the most part, Alastair let them shove him around, having been taught that Jedi were meant to be pacifist users of the Force. Nevertheless, the combination of frustration and teasing from the other younglings made the Shaliz'Na youngling more and more irritable as each week passed. He would often find solace holed up alone in his room instead of socializing, poring over old Jedi texts or doing basic Force practice. He passed his initiate trials with ease, and was assigned to Master Ryalm. A year into these padawan years, however, one of the other padawans shoved Alastair down a small set of stairs. Expecting the younger boy to simply dust himself off and walk away, he was surprised when the Shaliz'Na tackled him. It was a while before they were separated. Such behavior was inexcusable, but for once, Alastair didn't mind being punished. Known Family Alastair is the son of Mazen and Catherine Silverspring from Shar'Ack. He has one older sister, named Soleil Silverspring. Inventory Voice Taylor Grey [Read more] |
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Character Name: Minerva Arya Clarimond Nickname(s): none. Age: 24 (real age somewhere in the hundreds?) Gender | Pronouns | Orientation: (we don't judge here c':) Appearance:     Personality: (eg. strengths, weaknesses, something unique; A Sin’s true personality can differ from the persona they use during work) Sin: Pride. Position Wanted: (waiter/waitress? bartender? cook? etc; Sins should also have a position!) Background Check: (please don’t leave this blank, even if it’s just a couple of notes about their lifestyle/education/previous job(s)/criminal record, etc) Other: [Read more] |
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chimera - a thing that is hoped or wished for but in fact is illusory or impossible to achieve. Nicknames N/A Age Zodiac Aries Strengths courageous, determined, confident, enthusiastic, optimistic, honest, passionate Weaknesses impatient, moody, short-tempered, impulsive, aggressive As the first sign in the zodiac, the presence of Aries always marks the beginning of something energetic and turbulent. They are continuously looking for dynamic, speed and competition, always being the first in everything - from work to social gatherings. Thanks to its ruling planet Mars and the fact it belongs to the element of Fire (just like Leo and Sagittarius), Aries is one of the most active zodiac signs. It is in their nature to take action, sometimes before they think about it well. The Sun in such high dignity gives them excellent organizational skills, so you'll rarely meet an Aries who isn't capable of finishing several things at once, often before lunch break! Their challenges show when they get impatient, aggressive and vent anger pointing it to other people. Strong personalities born under this sign have a task to fight for their goals, embracing togetherness and teamwork through this incarnation. Gender Male Sexuality Role Survivalist Appearance Personality Backstory wip Known Family [ status ] thoughts Father [mother] thoughts Mother [mother] thoughts Inventory Voice Hex color Daemon Name Boudicca Forms Dark barn owl | Snow leapord Tattoo [Read more] |
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