Post by Dingo on Mar 15, 2013 20:46:00 GMT -5
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» All of my characters, unless stated otherwise, can see in color as we are able to.
» They are all psychologically relatable to humans, or someone who has grown up in a human society. This means that they perceive actions and ideas in mostly the same way we would (ex. murder generally being morally unacceptable.) They are also able to have emotions and thoughts that lions would not likely have.
» They can cry, laugh, purr, touch their faces, etc. etc.
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» Although I deeply consider and stick to their personalities/experiences while roleplaying them, they are all dynamic characters that are capable of reasoning and thought process. Plus they tend to experience ideas and qualities of myself. Basically, don't be surprised if you see repeating behaviors in many of them or they stray from their personalities somewhat.
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 | Full Name: x Pronunciation: x Informal: x Gender: x Species: x Alignment: x Sexual Orientation: x Age: x Creation: x Human-Related Age: x Partner: x Previous Partner: x Offspring: x Siblings: x Parents: x Grandparents (Father): x Grandparents (Mother): x Group: x Territory: x Occupation: x Previous Prides: x NameHere |
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hey youngblood
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[PTab=aide]
the road we all seem to walk
| Full Name: Aide Pronunciation: EYD Informal: Aide Gender: Male Species: Demonic Lion Hybrid Alignment: Neutral-evil Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Age: 7 ½ years Creation: January 2009 (Creation/adoption) Human-Related Age: Early fifties Partner: Liela Dakasa Previous Partners: Secretive, Superficiality Offspring: Cordelia, Cornelia (-Sodium) Abha, Caden, Validus (-Liela) Siblings: Lucifer, Volkan Parents: Kegan & Tabby Grandparents (Father): Unknown Grandparents (Mother): Abraxas & Unknown Group: Jaaku Clan Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Lieutenant Previous Prides: None Aide |
| stoic | indifferent | passive | cold | apathetic | dry | curious | simple | insensitive | charming | accepting | gruff | blunt |
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Born as a son of Kegan and Tabby, along with his littermates Diablo and Volkan, he came into the world as a normal Jaaku cub as the clan was in it's prime. He lived under the protection of his leaders and relatives until his adult years. He was not one to immediately react in many situations, so he sat on the sidelines as a spectator of these events for most of his life. Aide disliked being parts of large events, and would often take his own path in life rather than be among the clan.
When he was among the clan, he was quiet, on the edge of the crowd, but still a regular attender of gatherings. By doing this, he witnessed many things. Aide, however, did not witness the death of his two brothers, which left him the last surviving member of that particular litter. He never found closeness with anyone else, except for a few females who would later find a place in his life, and then depart from it. The first of these females was one named Superficiality. Finding that the two had much in common, they wandered the land together, two creatures who shared a solemn disposition. The day came that the two went their separate ways, seeing that Aide made frequent trips to Shadow Veldt, as his position as Platoon Leader required that he did so, and this was inconvenient for Superficiality.
After this, Aide traveled back and forth from his pride's lands to other distant places where he could find seclusion. Despite his solitary lifestyle, he seemed to attract several who would follow him and become fairly regular companions. Among them were Leila, Avenue, Clerise, and a few others.
The female who he took as his second mate, Secretive, was like him in many ways as well. He had begun to see her even as he was still mated to Superficiality. They would often meet each other in an area called Playground, where their relationship formed and they attempted to start a family. However, their meetings became much less frequent and eventually stopped altogether for an unknown reason.
It was then when Aide decided to return to his clan for good and live out the rest of his life among his own species as a lieutenant of Jaaku with his recently returned partner, Liela.
i guess i walked it alone
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[PTab=crowther]
this is gospel for the fallen ones
 | Full Name: Crowther Percephone Donovan Pronunciation: kroh-ther | PUR-seh-fohn Informal: Crow Gender: Male Species: Bloodbeast, Vampire, Winged Ivalician Lion Mix Alignment: Dark neutral Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Age: 5 years Creation: November 2009 Human-Related Age: Mid thirties Partner: None Previous Partner: Unknown Offspring: Unknown Siblings: Romy Parents: Maximilian & Ailae Grandparents (Father): Illu & Gutter Grandparents (Mother): Balthier & Flame Group: Meurtrier Pride Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Warrior Previous Prides: Blitzkrieg (v2), unnamed rogue group Crowther |
| ambitious | shady | illusionist | athletic | religious | gambler | unpredictable | engaging | tenacious | reserved | brusque |
Anyone who knew Crowther in his life before rejoining a pride would likely not recognize him. On a first impression, he might come off as shady, sketchy, or reserved. Among strangers, he is a creature of very few words. He tends to keep to himself and wouldn't usually reveal much information about his personal history and travels.
He was once a delinquent, violent with no regard for others. As he grew and experienced several life changing events, he changed completely. He became mature and cautious, but evidence from his past still lingers in his personality. He is unpredictable and obscure. Though he wouldn't admit it, he could probably be temporarily triggered into his violent old ways, but that would take quite a bit of provocation.
Crowther has quite a bit of survival and "street" savoir faire, but lacks in group and pride etiquette, which is why he tends to be aloof. He would rather say nothing than say something wrong, but he still sometimes might come off as rude or curt. He occasionally uses slang or strange slurs he's picked up from a small, trouble making gang he was once in before he was reformed and joined a pride. Though he's careful with his words, he tends to be risky and doesn't seem to regard dangerous situations as a big deal.
On the other hand, Crowther is a good friend and sociable to those who act kindly to him. He's not often one to start conversations, but he's good at carrying them on. He enjoys attention and loves to entertain. He often does this with illusions and tricks he's picked up. He's very enthusiastic about these tricks and likes to impress with them. He realizes that their use in combat would be very limited, but he can can easily make up for it with his powerful wings and physical athleticism.
Crowther values his wings very highly and takes excellent care of them, often preening and exercising them. However, he recognizes that they are not delicate or fragile, and tends to push himself to improve their strength and dexterity.
For the vigor of his wings, his gratitude is aimed towards the deity Noir, a black bird. Crowther is very religious, though it may seem unlikely. However, he puts his faith in a rather unorthodox divinity. Left for dead by previously mentioned gang, he believes he was given a second chance by this entity when his health was restored miraculously. He continues to worship it, though subtly; he knows better than to preach his beliefs. Because of this, he prefers not to hunt or eat aviary creatures, even though he could easily catch them.
Although Crowther may seem shifty and distant at first, he simply wants to prevent history from repeating himself. Being who he is now, he's proven to be someone kind with an interest in illusions, his beliefs, flying, and stabilizing his life.
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Crowther stands above all obstacles that have made him into who he presently is. He believes the hardest part of his life is over and wants to keep it behind him. The events of his past are vague and shady since he tends to keep it to himself. It is said that his name hadn't always been Crowther.
Young Crowther, or Percy as he had once been known as, was born to a bloodline that, at the time, extended far beyond his knowledge. His parents were Maximilian and Ailae, and his only sibling was a sister by the name of Romy. A seemingly average cub at first, not standing out too much until it was clear he was quick to physically develop. Crowther was a strong and athletic cub for his age. He was also quick to take advantage of his gift.
With this new power and vantage, he soon became an unruly and unstable juvenile, often getting involved in things he shouldn't have and disrespecting all he came across. His head swelled with arrogance; this cub was invincible. His parents were suddenly unnecessary, as were rules. He abandoned them both, continuing his reckless ways of causing pain and trouble. His life continued this way for a while, but despite his actions, his conscience quickly caught up with him. He knew he was not a hateful and smug person. His physical advantage, which by now had leveled out, simply caused to him act that way. He tried to reconnect with his family and friends, but he had broken their trust.
At this point, his life was quick to spiral downwards. At a young age, he became cold and malevolent. He shrugged away his conscience, it's efforts in vain. He was unable to cope with his mixed emotions of guilt and anger, so he turned to something that was bigger than him. He feigned interest in healing for a while. It appeared as if he was attempting to redeem himself, but his intentions were far from helpful. His real interest was herbs. Seeking numbness, he consumed herbs to make him sleep and distract his mind from his remorse. His life at this time was lived in a dazed state. He knew it was wrong and that he was wasting his life, but at that time he figured that was the whole point of it. Finally, he was caught doing this after his period of inactivity was noticed. He had lashed out plenty of times before, but this time was violent. Young Crowther was expelled from his birth pride.
Crowther tried to join other groups under a new name, but he was either turned away or left after a few days. He knew little about surviving on his own, but it was also more than obvious that he didn't work well with others. He eventually joined a small gang of rogues much like himself at the time, and his wayward actions started up again. This time, however, the consequences of his delinquency gained on him and nearly destroyed him. The gang found themselves in a particularly dangerous situation during a territorial dispute, and Crowther, unable to escape due to a wing injury, was left for dead.
Crowther never saw the gang who abandoned him ever again; he barely saw the next day. After that near-death experience, he knew he would lay low for a while, but he didn't know his life would take a turn in an entirely different direction. In the days following the attack, Crowther awoke and found himself in a secluded hollow; his location unknown. The first thing he saw upon awakening was a large, black bird standing over him. He angrily ignored it, assuming it to be a hallucination. The second thing he noticed was that his wounds had healed, mended by the same elements he had once abused. The only evidence of his lethal injuries were scars, and his wings appeared stronger than ever. As he left the area, he noticed the black bird following him.
This time in his life held many changes for Crowther. During the months following his incident, he witnessed many miraculous and even magical events. He soon realized that the bird was not a hallucination, but in fact, it was a deity. A deity that could perform divine tricks and miracles with a flap of the wings or a click of the beak. This was a being with a higher purpose, and it had appeared to him. An epiphany was churning within Crowther.
He was certain he had been brought back from perdition, clearly the doings of this godly entity. He was convinced that this was his second chance. It was no longer a coincidence that the black bird had been there just as he awoke, completely healed. Crowther was certain of it's divine intervention. But why him? Surely he was damned for his actions. As Crowther traveled further from his past, he began to think and consider things he hadn't ever before. He knew he had done much wrong as an adolescent, some of it remained unsaid. Crowther figured that perhaps he had a new purpose, something to live for. If he did not take advantage of this second chance, surely he would condemned.
It was during this time when Crowther's mind switched tracks completely. Now, he lived to improve his survival skills and other constructive attributes. He even learned from the black bird, whom he appropriately dubbed Noir. He learned how to fly expertly, and he also learned quite a few tricks. Perhaps some of it's divine power had been bestowed upon him as well, or perhaps it was all just illusions. Either way, Crowther had been reformed.
The black bird god eventually left him once he was stable in both mind and health. Although he continued to worship the deity who had spared his pitiful life, it was now up to Crowther to pave the rest of his path. With this freedom, he decided to seek out affiliation with a pride he could find relations in: The Meurtrier Pride.
It didn't take long for him to find the group, but much had changed in it. There were many familial ties, but he didn't recognize anyone. He assumed his parents and siblings were long gone, but perhaps that was for the better. This was a new start for him, and he would not allow it to go to waste.
confessing their apostasies
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[PTab=cassius]
what am i supposed to be, impressed?
 | Full Name: Cassius Caliver Pronunciation: KASS-ee-uss Informal: Cass Gender: Male Species: Vampiric Lion Mix Alignment: Neutral-evil Sexual Orientation: nobody knows Age: 2 ½ years Creation: June 2012 Human-Related Age: Young adult Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: Brutus, Caity, Calvin, Casey, Cora, Gunner, Zella (-Caylis) Ardesia (-Adopted) Siblings: Braithe, Caitlyn, Harley, Judah, Kururu, Method, Project, Stain Parents: Cocaine & Stella Grandparents (Father): Cigar & KIller Grandparents (Mother): Lethal & Vyrtue Group: Meurtrier Pride Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Warrior Previous Prides: None Cassius |
| subtle | judgmental | surly | finicky | androgynous | petty | sardonic | angsty | ornery | hapless | pessimistic | dubious |
There are some individuals who just can't win. Growing up in a large, powerful pride, one would think that Cassius may reflect on his origins with such a cruel and ambitious personality. However, this is a misleading idea. While he did gain the malice and bitterness that one would expect from a being of his lineage, Cass's spite extends beyond an evil root.
Cassius holds a strong dislike for nearly all entities and all abstractions around him. To put it simply, Cassius hates his life. He hates everyone's lives, plus the idea of it. He hates it in ways that would almost seem comical to an observer. He is nearly always down on his luck, and catching a break is out of the question. His seemingly endless misfortune brings results to his behavior such as snappy or grim responses, sulking, and often wishing he was someone else.
Among others, he is quite judgmental and will pinpoint something to dislike about them. Most of the time, this is out of sheer jealousy. He will do or say whatever he can to bring others down. If he can't be happy, why should anyone else be? However, he tries very much to be subtle, clever, and even manipulative. This may come across as excessive flattery upon layers of petty and spiteful suggestion. As well, Cassius is a shameless, hopeless romantic. As a result of cruel flattery and the idea of out of reach sentiment, the way Cass speaks to those he is acquainted with may cause him to seem of ambiguous sexual preferences. With so much dislike for those around him, it is difficult to imagine him finding a balance of love and hate in his life, and the question of hypocrisy may still rise when traits are compared.
Cassius regards refinement quite highly, although he may say some, or many, things that come off as vulgar or rude. He is quite finicky, and likes to think of himself as having higher standards than those around him. He would think he has little to be proud of, be he still maintains a choke hold of his dignity. Perhaps this is a result of his familial dislike. At the first sign of contempt for them, he found ways to act that would separate himself from them, though perhaps ones considered to be strange. Just as long as he was the odd one out. Despite his well-tuned fighting skills, he would much rather sling mud than press his enemy's face into it. Odd, he would seem, as the only life of his knowing is one where pleasure comes in daydreams. Cassius is indeed strange; androgynous, speaking of gloom yet composure, and having mostly self-afflicted misery.
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Cassius was born in the second litter of Cocaine and Stella, captain and member of the recent Meurtrier pride. He believed he was cursed with a such a personality and doomed to a life that would certainly lead to unyielding misery, which may have twisted him into a state of learned helplessness and contorted his view on life. From the moment it was physically possible, he was engaged in rigorous training alongside his several siblings. Unable to protest this, he would partake in them out of strict obligation. Holding a strong dislike for his parents for pushing him and pitting him against his siblings, he interacted with them and most of his siblings as little as possible. He found more amusement in doing things for himself as well as finding others outside of his family to talk to, including a neighbor named Galil. As a frequent debauchee, he often found himself engaging in small but rebellious activities, such as disregarding directions and littering in the territory of their rivals.
At a young age, he was frequently picked on by a few of his siblings and ignored by others. In turn as he got older, he began avoiding them as well by hiding away to envisage a life other than his own and even skipping training and sparring practices. He cared little for battle, even though he was well equipped for it compared to the average lion, and thought of these practices as irrelevant. Even the more important Meurtrian events were missed out of pure indifference.
A brief taste of relief was granted when Cassius would wander from the territory. Upon doing this, he once visited the lands of his half brother and his family. After seeking out and eventually fighting with his half-brother, Travisque, he was injured and returned to the Shadow Veldt, where he recovered and continued his life with a newly developed hate for even his extended family.
Due to events unbeknownst to Cassius, his father and Captain had insisted that him and his entire immediate family went on vacation to some island. Cassius was very reluctant to go and bitter at the idea of spending that much time with those he grew to dislike. During the vacation, misfortune found him in the form of falling in the water, being terrorized by exotic creatures, and the usual "abuse" from his siblings. Despite all of this, Cassius managed to get to know them better and became more connected with some of his family members. He was almost reluctant to leave the vacation and return to his life in the Shadow Veldt. Upon such return, he found a subtle change in himself that would seem to develop later, but Cassius was soon back to his old ways of sulking around the territory.
Cassius's life in the Shadow Veldt continued as he grew and found himself slightly more active within the pride. He started attending meetings and interacting more with the Veldt's residents. He became acquainted with others members of the group and even sparked mutual friendships with some. Among these friends included some of his relatives as well as one female named Caylis. The female was quick to befriend him and vow her loyalty to him and to protect him, as the two had much in common. Cassius, never before experiencing such kindness and interest from anyone he had met, became infatuated with the female. It was more than clear that she possessed romantic feelings for him, perhaps even stronger than his own.
It appeared as if Cassius had finally found something good in his life, but inexperience and personal fault, among other unfortunate factors, resulted in him not knowing how to keep it. He insisted that it wouldn't work between their two families. Their short romance ended when Caylis revealed that she was leaving Meurtrier, perhaps permanently. Cassius was hurt and angered by this, as the only significant other he thought would always be there for him was now leaving. Her company and protection was no longer available to him. Acting selfishly, he was quick to push her out of his life. Later, however, he would find her upon her return to the pride and bring her back to it, knowing she would do the same for him. Despite this, his trust and romantic feelings for her had gone.
Cassius's wandering increased as his thoughts did. He spent many of his days walking aimlessly around the territory. When this would not suffice, he often left the territory completely. His wandering would take him farther and farther away from the Veldt. Along the way, he encountered Galil and several others once in a while. He also found himself lost in the desert, only to be found by his brother, Method, and taken back to the place where he and his own group resided. Cassius became interested in staying with his sibling, who he grew quite close to during such times, but he returned to the Shadow Veldt for the time being. Cass continued to meet with Method, but his brother insisted that it was putting them at risk. Cassius, however, was adamant about not losing contact with his sibling. Yet again, the enjoyable things in his life seemed to be slipping away, causing Cassius to be stubborn and restless about keeping them. Despite his reluctant loyalty to his pride, he continued to leave the territory more in search of something he had missed in his life. His mind often wandered to the idea of residence outside of his birth pride. When the option of leaving was not available, he found himself interacting with members of the pride who seemed decent to him. He found it to be a better time killer than anything else, but he hadn't abandoned his wandering habits.
and then stuff
you're just another set of bones to lay to rest
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[PTab=bacardi]
i left town with a dime to my name
 | Full Name: Bacardi Pronunciation: buh-KAHR-dee Informal: Bec Gender: Female Species: Pure Forest Demonic Lion Alignment: Evil Sexual Orientation: Undecided Age: 2 years Creation: October 2012 Human-Related Age: Young adult Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: None Siblings: Nixen, Perish Parents: Dax & Nikia Grandparents (Father): Abraxas & Unknown Grandparents (Mother): Unknown Group: None Territory: None Occupation: punkass bitch Previous Prides: Jaaku Clan Bacardi |
| outgoing | profane | mischievous | disrespectful | prying | implusive | scandalous | headstrong | bully | immodest | reckless | wicked |
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The Forest Demonic legacy would live on in Bacardi, one of the last daughters of Dax and Nikia. She born in a littler of three with siblings Nixen and Parish in the lands of the Shadow Veldt. With few expectations and even fewer responsibilities, Bacardi ran wild in her home territory since the day she could walk. Little instruction led her to become obscene, while a high priority for her protection gave her the audacity to partake in whatever activities she liked, even if they were frowned upon. She often caused trouble among those her age and snooped in the business of those who weren't. She developed a rather strong bond with her cousins, Emeris Moi especially, who were born at about the same time as her litter. At times, she would almost patrol the territory for the opportunity to be mischievously social.
As Bacardi grew, her streak of terror peaked. Even when she wasn't doing anything, it seemed as if she was up to no good. She developed an interest in hunting, her prey including a variety of creatures as well as her own neighbors. Her favorite pass times included being a bad influence, frightening children, and smirking wickedly. This was the terrible life of Bacardi. Among this, she also formed a partnership with Draco, whom she often treated as a sort of pawn of hers. Even though the enjoyment she got from their mischief was the thing she thrived off of, a new phase in her life was awakened as the stakes for their antics grew. At some point, it became their lives. Deciding this was too high of a price, she somehow managed to find temperance within herself.
(haha just kidding)
self-righteous pawns in a losing game
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[PTab=toberon]
i was just guessing at numbers and figures
 | Full Name: Toberon Dakasa-Xeiroz Pronunciation: TOH-berr-awn Informal: Toby Gender: Male Species: Unknown Demonic Hellion Quixtio Lion Mix Alignment: Neutral Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Age: 1 ½ year Creation: April 26, 2013 Human-Related Age: Older adolescent Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: None Siblings: Calimine, Farrah, Sepia Parents: Delirious & Tear Grandparents (Father): Ripwave & Merci Grandparents (Mother): Huile & Clerise Group: Jaaku Clan Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Medic Previous Prides: None Toberon |
| daring | inquisitive | loyal | enterprising | scholarly | social | disturbed | practical | cultured | defensive | curious | talkative | studious |
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pulling the puzzles apart
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[PTab=porcelain]
leave all your love and your longing behind
 | Full Name: Porcelain Aurobori-Long Pronunciation: pohrs-ah-lin Informal: Porce Gender: Female Species: Panther Hellion Mix Alignment: Neutral-good Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Age: 1 year Creation: July 18, 2013 Human-Related Age: Teenager Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: None Siblings: Lena Parents: Lothaire Long & Spectre Aurobori Grandparents (Father): Achilles & None Grandparents (Mother): Phantasmagoria & Teohkyn Group: La Morte Territory: Arelth Occupation: Healer Previous Prides: Subrubere, Ahoda Ild Porcelain |
| determined | soft-spoken | passive | timid | gentle | passionate | cautious |
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you can't carry it with you if you want to survive
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[PTab=safranine]
a hurricane in the back of her throat
 | Full Name: Safranine Xemvoi-Crimson Pronunciation: saf-rah-nyne Informal: Saff Gender: Female Species: Shadowed Demonic Bloodbeast/Vampire Alignment: Evil Sexual Orientation: Undefined Age: Few months Creation: November 4th, 2013 Human-Related Age: Child Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: None Siblings: Apollo, Mercer, Xaphan, Zoria Parents: Zalui Da'ei Xemvoi & Viktoria Crimson-Donovan Grandparents (Father): Tainted-Onzal Xemvoi & Calla Da'ei Marie Grandparents (Mother): Jasper Crimson & Asesino Donovan Group: Meurtrier Pride Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Youth Previous Prides: None Safranine |
| fierce | keen | pompous | demanding | manipulative | condescending |
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she thinks she's made of candy
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[PTab=eightball]
these lazy days are way too long
 | Full Name: Eightball Van-Vliet Caliver Pronunciation: eyt-bawl Informal: Eight Gender: Male Species: good question Alignment: Neutral-evil Sexual Orientation: Undefined Age: Few months Creation: November 23rd, 2013 Human-Related Age: Child Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: None Siblings: Slither, Sora Parents: Fracture Van-Vliet Dakasa & Stain Caliver Grandparents (Father): Mental Dakasa & Lana Van-Vliet Grandparents (Mother): Cocaine Caliver & Stella Group: Meurtrier Pride Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Youth Previous Prides: None Eightball |
| callous | eccentric | brash | provocative | dutiful |
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like razor blades under your tongue
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[PTab=loukane]
i'm here to collect your hearts
 | Full Name: Loukane Alkaev Pronunciation: loo-keyn Informal: Lou, Luke Gender: Male Species: Demonic Liger Alignment: Neutral Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Age: Few weeks Creation: Jan 23, 2014 Human-Related Age: Small child Partner: None Previous Partner: None Offspring: None Siblings: Kai, Helena, Riva Parents: Romulus Alkaev & Areta Grandparents (Father): Raegan & Adelaide Grandparents (Mother): Unknown Group: Jaaku Clan Territory: Shadow Veldt Occupation: Cub Previous Prides: None Loukane |
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it's the only reason that i sing
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