Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 1, 2010 9:21:42 GMT -5
Ok, new one! While waiting on these, and in the same line:
PLOT BOARD! Where us non-godly/modly lesser beings can conglomerate to hash out the details of plots that are on sight and pester eachother with inane chatter about via our outlandish conclusions as to what MIGHT be going on. Cause, ya know, it'd be NICE. xD
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Lothyna
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 29, 2010 23:52:22 GMT -5
Player: Name: Lothy Are you 17+?: Yes Contact Information: AIM: Nekonokuroyami Email: Lothyna@gmail.com Past RP Experience: Not listing agaiiiiin. <3
Character: Name: Selene Age: 9 Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Too young to know Occupation: Weyrbrat
Description: Laughter and sunshine made real, Selene is a nymph of a child, if only Pern held the lore of earth. Slim even for a child, the young girl is wispy and almost ethereal at times, her lithe form surprisingly coordinated. Never really having had baby fat, she has become rather delicate in appearance and fine-boned as she grows, although she is far from adulthood yet. While her long limbs lend themselves to being a little monkey, they also fit perfectly with the appearance of someone who is slightly fey-or of careful breeding.
Long lock of a pale, flowing gold, white at birth as children are, have kept near that color by constant time in the sun. Since once she was ‘old enough’ to plead, Selene has refused to let any cut her hair, which hangs wispily at her waist when clean (usually in the morning) and tangles something fierce by nightfall with her daily actions. Neither too thick or thin a head, though, and rather straight, her hair is somewhat fine, unlike the thick curls of some of the Weyr’s candidates whom she envies just a little bit.
Unlike most blonds, however, Selene has startlingly dark brown eyes, which are seemingly always alight with joy at life and love of the animals she’s constantly with, fearless and determined. They dart about constantly as she tries to take her entire world in, always willing to go find a new hide-away, explore that tree, stare in awe at a shiny-breasted fire lizard sunning. When she’s upset, though, those deep brown eyes are tear-filled and accusing, coupled with a pouting lower lip and clenched fists.
Those lips are bound to get her in trouble one day, if she keeps growing as she is, full and thick and just a touch of red on the pale peach. While not vain, or careful about her appearance, she gets plenty of attention for it regardless, when you add in a small dimple, button-nose wrinkled playfully, and a stubborn chin just daring someone to challenge her in any way. Despite her lithe form, Selene has recently hit one of her growth spurts, and now stands at just barely 3 feet, eight inches, though her long legs suggest later height additions too.
Though young, she has already garnered a few small, silver scars, usually the results of long days playing about the Weyr and beaches, where she loves to spend her time exploring under the watchful eyes of dragons or fire lizards-hunting spider-claws, crawlies, and other little things. Of course, small cuts from them are common thusly, but she finds the fun worth it, and isn’t vain enough to be bothered. Instead, those little cuts are badges of honor with others in the creche if she’s ever forced there.
Personality:
An earthy child, Selene is already rather well-developed as a person, and rather precocious, even for a Weyr’s child. Rather more complex that most of the youngsters her age, she has spent much-perhaps too much-time enamored of the draconian kin, learning as much as she can, and trailing her favorite people since she could toddle. Her forays into the world around her have only encouraged it, though her most unique aspect is her rather strong empathic nature, giving her odd insights and a slightly more mature outlook since she could speak.
Fun loving and rather carefree, Selene adores animals like nothing else on Pern, especially dragons, whers, and fire lizards. Any time she can, she’s hanging all over the dragons who are lounging about, splashing at their sides in the ocean, pestering any and all Wherlings to avoid bedtime, and chasing the fairs of fire lizards who watch over her playfully along the beach. Any time there is a clutch, Selene finds her way inside, mounting her own, excited guard over the eggs, more often than not guessing correctly as to what is held inside each, be they dragon, wher, or fire lizard.
As far as non-draconian beings go, her next favorite are the dolphins, whom she spends hours playing alongside when it’s calm and warm enough. Their speech and playfulness fully matches hers, and her bright laugh is often echoed with their squeals. On land, however, Selene has a tendency to adopt any and every small animal, stray, or adult, and will defend them even against full adults if she even hears a hint of cruelty. Felines and canines especially follow her, and she’s now got hope to get a puppy from one of the riders who dote on her, or a fire lizard of her own as she’s approaching ten years of age.
With her rampant curiosity and love of the known and unknown, since she says constantly that each day brings something new, and nothing is the same twice, Selene’s two favorite activities are helping the dragon/wher healers, learning all she can about them and the fire lizards, and gathering herbs and whatnot with them, and creating what is currently somewhat crude art of them. She also loves to gather foodstuffs for the kitchens, and knows that after a chore done well a treat is usually waiting-a fresh piece of juicy redfruit, or a sweet cake, even a taste of dinner to come later at times.
While her bright nature is the most known, little Selene has quite the temper, thorns enough to match more than just her rose. If you harm an innocent animal, insult a friend, or are a bully, she flies off the handle into a righteous near-rage. She cannot stand to see cruelty of any sort, and the others in the crèche have learned not to tease her too much-or others in her hearing, since despite her lithe body, she packs quite a punch.
Willingly friendly to those who are kind, Selene has garnered many favorites at the Weyr among both people and their bonded halves, and if trapped inside by weather or time will often be found curled up, resting at the side of one or another, listening as they speak with rapt curiosity. In fact, her curiosity is the other main point of the young girl, and she always questions everything, never content lest she has some sort of acceptable reason, and hates to hear that she’s too young to known certain things.
Her sweet (for the most part) childish demeanor is tempered, though, by her empathy, and it has often been suggested that she might just be a descendant of Torene, given her strange premonitions at times-her easy nature with animals, and the strange ability to guess rather accurately the clutches, despite the fact that the eggs never tell, aside from the golden queens. She’s even been proven right about some candidates Impressions to come or not at hatchings, though that is more recent and untested beyond being thought a lucky guess.
Though those things temper her, Selene is still a child, untested strongly as to her character. She has her moments of childish exhaustion when the thorns come out, and has yet to experience real loss or love, which is when she will truly show her mettle.
History: A midnight child, Selene was given her name as she was born on a full moon at summer’s start to Benden, after a rather long and painful labor. Though the rider who birthed her hadn’t wanted her, she had not wanted to terminate a pregnancy either, and thus gave her over after naming her to a wet nurse and the crèche for raising. With Thread soon falling constantly, barely more than a turn later, her mother had no time to raise her, nor did the brown-rider who sired her. This was doubly true as it was the beginning of the Pass, and Selene never actually knew her parents, nor minded such, as she was raised knowing it was how the Weyr functioned, similar to the Halls.
Growing up as such, Selene fell in love with her daily life, especially with the guidance of several older riders and Wher Handlers who doted on her, without spoiling her. The little waifs sunny disposition and slight looks enticed many to her, and she even had a few wrapped about her little finger from a very young age. This was especially true as she aged and became fully linguistically capable, and started to devour the records and books thought suitable for a child, begging for stories from riders in the evening, and trailing the dragons and fire lizards everywhere.
Selene was transfered (after much cajoling) to Silver Cove Weyr to grow and learn with her creche-nanny, since there seemed to be a good chance she'd be a rider herself someday. This was her first new home, and she adored it and the people there, excitedly spending her time covering every inch of the new Weyr, and wandering the beaches. When she could, she begged astronomy-craft riders to teach her about the star-shapes, as she called them, and spent many a happy late evening lying on warm sands, hearing made up stories designed to please a young, rambunctious girl.
Unfortunately, those happier times were tinged with the one dark event in her life, as it is for many now-the sickness which struck and killed so many at the Weyr. With how empathic she was, and how many she (audibly-the keening) heard and felt die, it was a wonder she wasn't driven mad, and she often-times was found curled into a tiny ball beneath a crooning dragon whose rider was still healthy, drawing strength from them and the animals she collected about herself. Soon enough, the new Weyr was to be founded, and it was with relief coupled with desperation that Selene begged her way into going there, desperate to escape from the pain of the deaths, even though a reason had been found.
Once at Cerulean, Selene started to recover her normal self, though she had become even more open empathically to others as a result. her time grew from exploring the Weyr itself to aiding the kitchens and the healers, curios as a kitten once more, and no longer shadowed. She hoped, too, to find some of those she remembered when she learned about others, though that was to be some time in coming to the young girl.
Her pleasure in helping others was a blessing, and she soon realized that it also meant she had more freetime once she was done with her chores-and when she enjoyed them, she sometimes drug them out longer. Her favorite excuse to avoid the ones she detested was of ‘helping’ riders bathe their dragons, which really translated to swimming lessons with a wing in reach for safety if she faltered. Thanks to them and the dolphins, she was a rather adept swimmer by age seven, and by then was considered mature enough and smart enough to gather edibles without constant supervision from people-though a fire lizard bonded to someone who knew her was always on guard.
Her love of exploration and curiosity lead her to spending more and more time outside, where she started to experiment with plant-dyes she stumbled on, clay figures, and literal stick figures as art to represent the people she cared for. While too young to stand, she had high hopes of being allowed to once older, though she’d hit the age where she wanted her own pet at least a turn ago, she’s tried to be good about it-especially since she was ‘allowed’ (read: pleaded and begged her way) to keep the animals she raised when she found abandoned-though those really belonged to the Weyr.
Fun Facts: ~Selene is known and somewhat feared for her sweet personality –and- her temper in the crèche. ~Animals are her favorite things, and she often spends her time surrounded by them, ~Selene is extremely empathic, and somewhat prescient.
Bonded Critter(s): Not yet Type: Name: Color: Age: Description:
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Candidates: Not Yet Dragon, Wher, or both: Color Preference: Rider's Shortened Name: General Info: RP Search:
Craftskills: Craft: N/A Level of Proficiency: Specialty: Weakness:
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Lothyna
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Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 28, 2010 23:08:42 GMT -5
Take your time. real life comes before a game-even one as addictive as this. xD good luck on everything!
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 28, 2010 19:22:39 GMT -5
Nuuuuu how could you not let us see? xD tease is right
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 27, 2010 14:40:36 GMT -5
It had been a rather slow morning since he’d sent Shen off with a note-foolhardy at times, he knew, given who he called, but.. He’d finished tanning a new batch of pelts and hides, and was actually looking forward to company. It was simply that the company in question… was her. The crazy, insane friend of his who’d never let him stop knowing her and talking to her, stubborn goat that she was. He definitely felt she and her blue were well matched, that crazy S’ren.
Still, when he’d let his beloved green girl flit Between with a note, he knew it would be a fun, if trying, day. Now he was busy sorting out what he was keeping and what he wanted to sell, standing between several piles. To one side, smaller, neat piles of the hides of various down-covered avians, soft ovine, caprine, and burdenbeast pelts with their luxurious, longer fur when cleaned, the few herdbeasts-he still hunted the wild stock for all of those, even two wild porcine skins, scraped clean and tanned carefully. But the prizes, of course, were the result of his latest hunts with the others, gleaming in several varieties.
A few new ones hung on his walls, and they were usually the best or most intriguing, but he had a decent stack here, ready for use. Should be enough to get decently set for winter and spring-he’d talked to the holders about possibly getting some land to set a garden in, inside the walls, but it would cost. Living at the outskirts, he didn’t want to draw more attention to his cave. Broken from his musings by a wild snort and skittering from Paxars, Sav strode quickly to his beloved equine, stroking his neck.
That kind of reaction could only be a predator, and he grinned, hearing a voice echo down that confirmed it. Patting the young stallions neck gently, Sav turned, and waved as he moved forward to greet S’ren. “Heyla! Where’s the big beasty?” he asked, jovial and open with her as he was with few others. Thankfully, he cry hadn’t echoed too much, given his furs, but still… “Trying to learn to roar, S’ren?” He teased, studying the girl.
“I’m glad you came. I really do need to go sell some of these pelts, and I figured you might want one anyways, before I take them to a gather or a hall.” He teased, eyes bright with mirth. He’d made sure, since moving out here to the southern holds, that he kept something for her every time she came, grateful for the friendship and her willingness-and that of her blues, as well. “When we went out last, we got some lovely pelts, and I found a few burdenbeasts with some nice coloring, too…” he teased, leaving her to pick through them before he’d bundle them.
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 27, 2010 14:09:45 GMT -5
Drawing encouragement from the speed and raw power of the flight, Dysiiliouth trilled his joy and love/lust towards Trith’s darting form, tacking across her air-slip and the currents to either side as he gave chase. This flight was long and powerful, such a good clutch to come from it was sure, nearly-as long as the end equaled the start. Each time the gleaming form darted close, he strained a bit harder, once close enough to try and brush his head to her flank, though soured somewhat moments later as he saw Veneth caressed. A brown! Agile and showy, yes, but brown! Dysiiliouth put more speed to his wings at that, feeling a need-he knew who his real competitors were, now, Veneth and Gareth, the rest faded for the most part.
As Trith dove to the lake and skimmed, Dysiiliouth flipped once more, flying upside down briefly as he tail graced the water, before rolling with a folded wing into another side-current, once more offering a sweet croon. His love and joy of this Flight was apparent to all, but especially to her, flashing so golden ahead, so challenging and even more desirable with her skill from before and now. Following down into a dive in her air-slip sream, V’ton was immeshed in Dysiiliouth’s mind as the bronze rumbled, pure pleasure saturating his thoughts at this game, folding his wings just so, tipping a tail barb here, a pinion there, keeping and gaining speed and momentum as his queen dove.
Seeing her trick coming, V’ton nudged his great bronze, and Dysiiliouth’s thoughts meshed further into his as they both agreed, snapping into a dive as Trith did, wings straining before easing as they took advantage of another current to rise above, instead of following. The rocks and her thrust upwards loomed beneath as the bronze angled again to slip closer, grateful for the trade for the dive to momentum to rise again. The stiff pinions tomorrow would be worth this daring flight, for this test, this joy. Maybe, just maybe, if they managed to win, Trith would deign to fly like this again, Samhara and V’ton too, or just them.
Lost in his bronze, V’ton struggled to keep from loosing himself entirely, gaze locked onto Samhara’s elegantly controlled form, prowling with a grace that made his bones ache in lust as he met her gaze, green eyes nearly black with lust himself, but a fierce sparl of determination as well. As she moved to the middle, V’ton followed, allowing himself to stay close, but not invade, hands clenched and opening briefly at his side as he/Dys strained, aching for her, the her before each of them, and eachother’s as well....
Yet in an instant, V’ton was shocked from his bronze’s mind, and had to scramble mentally to stay in contact as he lunged closer, prepared to catch Samhara as the events in front of Dysiiliouth’s eyes flooded his brain. A strangled cry passed the bronze-rider’s lips, even as Dysiiliouth cried out in anger and shock, a brazen roar filled with challenge screaming down from his open maw at the intruder. The shock of so FILTHY a bronze, trying to take their queen-and to attack! No bronze attacked another, no DRAGON another, lest it was queens rising at the same time!
Eyes tinging yellow, orange, red and purple whirled insanely fast as the young bronze felt the shadow approach, sacrificing his position to avoid a broken with with a side-slipped barrel roll, almost out of control before he –jerked- himself alight, wings snapped with a new purpose as he powered towards the intruder. He wanted Trith, yes, but the concern even now was for his winged breathren, no thought to the deadly injury he had almost sustained.
As the strange bronze took to her side, Dysiiliouth roared again, a note of anguished concern tinging the challenge, neck swerving to avoid the snapping jaws. This was madness! V’ton’s wordless cry echoed his bronze as he swiveled his head, striding to Samhara’s side from his lunge, taking in the other rider’s with fear. If a dragon was killed in this battle…. His wordless fear communicated itself to Dysiiliouth even as he felt something shatter, a bit of hope, perhaps, or a sanity of the bronze that kept him in check most of the time. Rage filled his mind from his partner,
The lack of contact from the bronze’s mind, combined with that red of anger, actually scared the bronze, and he turned all his energy into climbing a spiraling thermal, only to bark in surprise before it became a raw scream of rage, his brassy voice echoing in the landscape around them as his mind reached out. The moment he saw Trith falter, he knew, knew that that interloper, that failure of a bronze, had used his mind to force the catch! Diving down with an angry flip, he used that speed to rake his claws right where the bronze’s hind-quarters were, trying to drive him off before his queen lost too much altitude, lost a chance to recover.
The snapping of the forelimb, though, was the final straw. Before the echoes had faded away, Dysiiliouth realized he’d lost the flight-and felt his bonded’s horror.
DYS! GET UNDER HER! If she can’t right herself when he’s through, she’ll crash! The scream in his mind from his bonded altered the bronzes course as he rose again from his previous strafing run, wings aching. But he could not, would not let his bonded or his queen down. Slipping into position to aid his injured love, for love she was as the Queen, Dysiiliouth did something he’d never done before, with his beloved V’tons full support as he shared thoughts with him.
He could not stop the mating, and the flight was run, but he could, and would, protect his home. Opening his mind to its furthest, the bronze flung his consciousness at the entire Weyr, a sorrowed, raging, desperate voice filling the minds of every dragon, wher, fire lizard, and human, if they would but listen:
RISE! WAKE! TRITH HAS BEEN HARMED! DRAGONS, COME! Wing-mates! She needs aid! He knew that alone, and with others injured, the males and their riders would need the full support of the others, to save her if she fell further, to drive off the bronze-to rescue their Weyr from a seemingly deadly interloper. Strange-bronze has harmed Trith! he bugled, even knowing the Weyr would not hear the vocal counterpart.
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Having had some time to study records, Mikovren had been rather happily ensconced in his rooms, reminiscing more than reading, given the fun of a few nights back-and it certainly wasn't helped by the lust inundating residents of the Weyr. No stranger to the desperate lust felt by all when a Queen rose, the young man had sulked about not currently being tied to anyone, though he'd been pursing someone rather carefully, with an eye to possibly something more permanent... Hence the lost in thought.
Yet his peace was shattered the instant he felt something powerful, massive, in his skull, swamped by the fear and rage before his brain was able to piece together the message behind the emotions. He recognized a bronze by the tone, but wasn't sure who-it had to be one of the younger two, he assumed, even as he scrambled. While his mind was sorting, his training had taken over abruptly, as the chair went flying, his braid whipping about as the young dragon healer spun, grabbing his basket with his surgical kit, and shoving in extras of numbweed, needlethorn, redwort and cat-gut, a stack of heavy reed splints, and bolted.
Feet pounding, he shouted down the infirmary as he raced outside a garbled message of 'hurry it up they might be injured' or something along those lines, heading unerringly towards the flight grounds. The sight of the blooded carcasses gave him pause, before he shook his head, spinning in a tight circle to scan the sky. Where WERE they? What the hells had happened? A strange bronze? But no dragons ever attacked each other lest they were mating queens fighting for males... heart in through, the young healer stared into the sky, breathless with worry, braid twining about him in a hazy mess.
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 27, 2010 0:26:43 GMT -5
Candidate, Smith, Loner with trouble for authority, Hunter and Friend. Strike the gong 19 times, light the blazing fires of his soul. Loyalty in spades, hope in a darkened hole. You pressed your mouth on mine and fed me a star then said "we never can truly know who we are." 0/1 Unequivocal, Unending, Unbreakable.-NAME. Wait for a heart that never lies Let's amend the classic story, close it so beautifully 2/ The ones who bind tight as and tighter than blood.-Z’ch. Remnants of a past here pass like light through dust. {Deceased} -D’el. Memories are bleeding like rain. {Deceased} And our lives look smaller now, And our lives look so small. 1/2 Tried and true, crazy and free-its taken the test of time.-S’ren. We’re tightly bound we’ll chase the ground. -NAME. Why wait til the theatre is empty? So I lie in this field bathed in the light that loves me, with nothing left to lose. 0/3 Let’s live while we still draw breath-NAME. We are all still the same dear. -NAME. I will find it thrilling. -NAME. Let’s watch the night explode. To hurt you is to be despised 0/2 Tumbling the pelts, learning to live.-NAME. Ill make you forget who you are. -NAME. Sweetness, it’s just matter of taste. Simply a look can break your heart. 0/2 The flames are fanned ever higher in denial…-NAME. Fall love give me fire. -NAME. Please hold me now, I’m freezing. This great trial, this self-denial. 0/2 Looking and yearning, unnoticed by him…-NAME. I knew exactly what it took to make you beg and pray. -NAME. Let’s leave unsaid what’s left unspoken. All motion is pantomime 0/ Shadows in the background of life.-NAME. Rare blind recognition rushed in with a breath. Because we are all now in dying days, hear nothing and see no one. 0/2 He’s trained in death, what chance do you really have?-NAME. And they wont even know your name. -NAME. Not even the first time. Application:All my life I’m dancing with strangers: Who, age? Do you remember your last look?: Where you want your character to be on his list and why they would fit there. If you want a new category, just let me know and I'll throw it up there. Where the future went down with the past: What brought them together? Let our history repeat itself : Liked, but not a must. This room is just for one night: Make me, and him, Love you. If you can. <3
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 26, 2010 20:15:49 GMT -5
He NEEDS Dackt for a dose of good sense and self preservation! xD I'd hope so!
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 26, 2010 9:24:51 GMT -5
1] I can understand the age change for standing a clutch-and i did modify that, but I'm leaving the basis of the story the same-and it does state that Fort made the provisio that he had to return to stand at any clutches in order to leave.
2]I thought I found all those. >< My bad.
3] I want to talk to you about this-I'm not changing it yet. Made some minor changes to make it more obvious he's working with groups, including a fun fact about it, and only taking smaller game himself, as well as his cave being a part of a holds' land grant.
4.] not really a point, but, he worked at the Hall under one or two masters only, and only spent time at beast craft with friends occasionally-still enough to learn those two smaller details-nothing about breeding, raising, etc, outside of enough to train his foal. Picking out parents was just because he liked the pair. So I don't see it as a problem.
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 24, 2010 18:25:00 GMT -5
I'm just going to keep updating this list here with crosses outs and new numbers so I don't spam the boards... xD
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1.] Wings page! Who, what, where. -also training schedules/drills and threads for them (maybe earn marks for such?)
2.] a place we can poke admin/mods about updating places on site we notice are past date...? ^_^' Like news areas that are past, or lists that say things are available which are filled-like the fls. etc.
3.] Random Events! We want random silly or serious, minor or severe things! Random thunderstorm blows up from an ocean squall while skipping chores (*cough*F'ren*cough*), trundlebugs attack! Finding a new plant! Or quantities of useable ones!
4.] An extensive NPC list-they're useable in posts and what not, at Oren I had detailed pages where we tracked what threads etc a char appeared in, if they were used in a flight etc, and it helps with tracking wings and making threadfall especially, but other boards as well, interesting.
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 24, 2010 11:58:11 GMT -5
Vraston/V'ton |Just turned 23|Wing Leader|Prankster|Secret Romantic| |Only Drinks Alone|Loves Animals|Dangerous|Stubborn| |Battle hardened|Flirtatious|Loves all things Draconic|What Honor?| |Secrets Untold|Never Slacks|Ingenious and Erotic| Blood? I Chose Mine. 0/2The only ones who know it all.-NAME. It's alllll good. -NAME. Man, I don't know why I bother... That's right, you die without me. Trouble Me Fun 1/3Play It Up and Live It LoudThe Close friends who know and love him. -KEIKO. C'mon Honey, let's dance. -NAME. My sword is mightier than yours! -NAME. Not This Again! I had to save your sorry butt last time! Caught A Tiger? 0/2You know he's yours at night, and it's your dirty secret-NAME. Are you sure you aren't gay? -NAME. Scream it louder! We've Got An Understanding 0/3The friends of time and fun-NAME. Drinks, flirting, chasing tails. Heck yeah -NAME. I've got your back. -NAME What's not to like? You're Familiar....The New Notice-eesParty Time! 0/3Lets Get Drunk!-NAME. I'll see you one, raise you two. -NAME. Light weight! -NAME. C'mon, I've drunk more than that as a babe! Sleep With The Lights On 0/?You'll wish you were dead, when he's doneSomeone Needs A Shower- A COLD One 0/?You just can't not look and want. Keep ya fingers to ya self. -NAME. He's apparently immitating a lightning rod. -NAME. How much laundry does she do? Application:Name & Age: Where & Why: Where you want your character to be on his list and why they would fit there. If you want a new category, just let me know and I'll throw it up there. Remind that Tale: How'd they meet? Short Blurb. You Remember When...: Love this, but you can opt out. Chemistry: If any-why? Make me love you. <3
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 24, 2010 11:40:59 GMT -5
xD I have to be pretty crazy, I mean come on. Let me try and rustle up the original blank one....
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 24, 2010 9:03:22 GMT -5
Mikovren
Dance of Shadows Purloin: 20 Association: Weyr Journeyman Dragon Healer
Calling Card: Loyalty’s My Name, Secrets are My Game I’m the Silent Shadow and the Waiting Foe Walk the Panther’s tread, Catch a Trickster in Your Bed Hidden Heart and Wary Creative Art Passion ‘neath inside, Charades are how I hide Coy Flirtatious Little Games, Dragons’ Pride as Fame
The Few Who Can Stand Beside[/u] The Hidden Ring Of Truth Burns The Sky Down 0/1 You Aren’t Leaving, Are You? Guess We’re Stuck Together-NAME. You Made It Into My Life To Stay-The Hard Way. Surrender Can Be Sweet-If They Pay The Price 0/2 You Earned It, Baby, And You’re True As Can Be-NAME: Seen It All, Loved None the Less. -S'LAIN. Fought The Battle, Won The War. Dance Our Way, Play The Night Away 0/2 The Games Of The Weyr and More To Come-NAME: You’ll Never Be Forgiven THAT Little Joke… -NAME: Done It All Before, But Hey It’s Still A Riot It’s the Wrongs that Make Me Scream Your Name In Silence {Men Only} 0/2 Bed Partners and Flings-NAME. I’ve Got His Card Up My Sleeve, and Honey, It’s A Perfect Fit -NAME. You’ve Never Ridden a Better Animal. Fallen So Deep You’re Swimming In The Sky 0/2 You Fell Hard, and You’re Stuck In Limbo Wanting Him-NAME. Take A Dip In The Deep, Babe. -NAME. She’s Dreaming If She Thinks I’m Dancing That Way. I’m That Shadow You Really Ought To Fear 0/ Because There’s a Knife Waiting In the DarkShow The LoveI’ll Be Screaming This Soon: {Name, Age} You Think You Know Me?: {Where and Why?} Jog It Harder: {Memories and History-Brief is fine, long is loved} Scream it Louder: {Let’s Kick Up A Ruckus Somewhere}
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 24, 2010 9:00:35 GMT -5
xD I hate them so! *grins*
I WANT THAT OMG. Cause I LIKE designing where my chars live. xD <3<3<3<3<3
Mainly for tracking relationships and having fun with them, honestly, less about asking for rp, but having a quick-glance at that helps with keeping things straight IN threads I've found. And fair enough. I'ma post Miko's up, and get V'tons' up later. ^_^
And you should approve that little appy thing at the bottom-more history information! *dies* gods, maybe showing you was a BAD idea... xD
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
Posts: 194
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Post by Lothyna on Sept 24, 2010 6:47:06 GMT -5
Or a request. I have a desire for something I think is lacking to play my characters to their fullest extent, and enable me to play them accurately. /snooty. All joking aside, *grins* I would like to know if we can add an OOC board thing for two things: 1.), and most important to me, is an ooc board to track POSSESSIONS, since putting that on the mark's page is kinda blegh. 2.) and my curiosity, is something taken from what we did at Oren, that was fun and kinda nifty, though it'd need modifications for here i'm sure: a "Write With Me" board area, which was a place to track who our characters knew, how, when, etc, for shits and giggles, with a setup like follows: (i'm using my own here, so leave off teasing, Kira!) Mikovren
Dance of Shadows Purloin: 19 Association: Weyr Journeyman Dragon Healer
Calling Card: Loyalty’s My Name, Secrets are My Game I’m the Silent Shadow and the Waiting Foe Walk the Panther’s tread, Catch a Trickster in Your Bed Hidden Heart and Wary Creative Art Passion ‘neath inside, Charades are how I hide Coy Flirtatious Little Games, Dragons’ Pride as Fame
The Few Who Can Stand Beside[/u] The Hidden Ring Of Truth Burns The Sky Down 0/1 You Aren’t Leaving, Are You? Guess We’re Stuck Together-NAME. You Made It Into My Life To Stay-The Hard Way. Surrender Can Be Sweet-If They Pay The Price 0/2 You Earned It, Baby, And You’re True As Can Be-NAME: Seen It All, Loved None the Less -NAME. Fought The Battle, Won The War Dance Our Way, Play The Night Away 0/2 The Games Of The Weyr and More To Come-NAME: You’ll Never Be Forgiven THAT Little Joke… -NAME: Done It All Before, But Hey It’s Still A Riot It’s the Wrongs that Make Me Scream Your Name In Silence {Men Only} 0/2 Bed Partners and Flings-NAME. I’ve Got His Card Up My Sleeve, and Honey, It’s A Perfect Fit -NAME. You’ve Never Ridden a Better Animal. Fallen So Deep You’re Swimming In The Sky 0/2 You Fell Hard, and You’re Stuck In Limbo Wanting Him-NAME. Take A Dip In The Deep, Babe. -NAME. She’s Dreaming If She Thinks I’m Dancing That Way. I’m That Shadow You Really Ought To Fear 0/ Because There’s a Knife Waiting In the DarkShow The LoveI’ll Be Screaming This Soon: {Name, Age} You Think You Know Me?: {Where and Why?} Jog It Harder: {Memories and History-Brief is fine, long is loved} Scream it Louder: {Let’s Kick Up A Ruckus Somewhere}
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