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 Sleep π± (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2021-10-15 23:18:28 |
Main Roleplay ThreadPLEASE DO NOT TALK ABOUT ANYTHING HERE, THIS IS FOR CHARACTER SHEETS ONLY, EVERY REPLY WILL NOTIFY A MODERATOR. IF YOU WILL REPLY WITH A NON CHARACTER SHEET, THIS WILL BE TREATED AS SPAM.Rules Β· Roleplayers of any strength can join, there is a minimum of 3 sentences per character per post. Β· High ranks must be approved by me, ranks lower than knight do not need approving. Β· You may have as many characters as you like, but may only start with two high ranking characters. Β· Dogs may have deformities (i.e. blind, missing limbs, dwarfism, etc.) as long as they stay within realistic limits. They cannot have super powers. Β· Dogs, non-dog canids, wild canid-dog hybrids are allowed. No other type of animals. Β· God-modding, mary-sues or unrealistic characters/circumstances are prohibited. If your character dies, it dies. You cannot roleplay other people's characters or "dodge" attacks with your sick 360 skills. Β· Gore, sensitive topics, birthing and mating are to be censored properly or not mentioned at all. Once your characters become mates, they will be given the option of pups after one week. This requires no steamy scenes, sorry. Β· Allow at least two people to reply between your replies. This is not a 1x1 RP. . If you do not respond to the roleplay thread within two weeks your characters will be presumed dead, unless you post in OOC that you will be missing. Β· More rules will be added if needed. Other Roles Monarch: Barnabas. *Closed. The ruling king or queen. Addressed as, "Your Majesty." Royal Consort: Ophelia. *Closed. Spouse of the ruling queen or king. Addressed as, "Your Royal Highness." Prince(s)/Princess(es): Theseus, Persephone, Elisavet, Ambrosia. Helios, Notune, Seth, Resone. *Closed. Children of the ruling monarch. Addressed as, "Your Royal Highness." Duke(s)/Duchess(es): Synopy, Merde. 1x Open. Rulers of districts, oversee barons. Addressed as, "Your grace." Baron(s)/Baroness(es): Jubelian Veldance, Reserved, Asterix, 3x Open. Lords or ladies who oversee taxes, land ownership, the people. Knight(s): Stephan, 4x Open. Special military rank awarded by the king. Addressed as, "Sir" or "Lady". Royal Guard(s): Shadow, Hildibrandr, Unlimited. Royal Staff Member(s): Sadiki, Eira, Mortain, Maggie, Aloise, 4x Open. Cooks, maids, gardeners, etc. Dogs who work in or around the castle. Townsfolk: Nivdione, SigrΓΊn, Marcel, Alaska, Miska. Snickers, Hera, Dexter, Pearlis, Anise. Resin, Jamzmalix, Unlimited. Farmers, craftsmen, blacksmiths, etc. Hireling(s): Nightmare, Ezio De Aldetore, Demetrius, 1x Open. Mercenaries, assassins, hired hands, etc. Traveler(s): Rye, Qiton, Roland Red, Suz, Mateo, Unlimited. Dogs from other lands or travelling merchants, poets, etc. Beggar(s): Elesbeth, Mateo, 1x Open. Poor or ill townsfolk who beg for food/coin. Witch(es): Persephone, Corvus, Ashlyn, Marwa, 2x Open. Mostly non-canid canines who practice witchcraft and live within the forest. Can face death if they are found out to be witches. Outlaw(s): Jezevec, Seth, Xereus, 4x Open. Thieves, criminals, fugitives, on the run from the royal court. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Deceased: Form This is only a template, feel free to add or move things to your liking. Delete everything in parentheses. Name: Gender: Breed(s): Age: Role: Sexuality: Relationships: (Friends, enemies, etc.) Mate: Family: (Relatives and pups.) Personality: Appearance: (Photo or Description.) History: Other:  0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 03/11/21 @ 00:16:36 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 00:30:16 |
 Click image for source. "If this is what grants me more power, more wealth, I will sell my soul." Name: Barnabas. "King Barnabas." or "His majesty, Barnabas." Gender: Male. Breed(s): Rough Collie. Age: 10 yrs. Role: Monarch. Ruling King. Sexuality: Heteroromantic, Pansexual. Voice: Bill Nighy. Relationships: Spoiler to cut down length. Mate: Ophelia - Wedded - Affection/Protective. Perhaps the only dog in the kingdom that Barnabas truly cares for other than himself. He adores Ophelia and is perhaps a bit too protective and controlling over the sweet lady. He, even in their old age, sends her regular gifts. He fears her disapproval and, even greater, fears that she will eventually leave his side. Family: Other: Personality: Greedy, narrow-minded, and pretentious, King Barnabas is a heartless and conniving ruler. He cares little for his subjects, family, or kingdom. His full attention is placed on himself at all times, valuing his own life and livelihood far greater than those around him. He has an odd addiction to wealth, hoarding a vast amount of gold-laden treasure deep within the walls of his castle. Those who argue against his word are quickly cast aside or put into their place, those who push it further will be, even swifter, beheaded and tossed into the streets leading to the castle. He has a no-tolerance policy against insubordination of any kind, and so the canines he surrounds himself with inside the castle are those who will cave to his every whim. Now with his ailing health he rarely makes appearances outside of the castle. He can often times be found wandering aimlessly inside their walls or pacing back and forth within his quarters, eyes glazed from panic. His mind seems to be slipping from the forces of the curse, or perhaps he's begun to drive himself mad from the fear of death. Bouts of extreme fatigue are a daily occurrence, leaving him bedridden for most of the day. At times, his majesty will even suffer a fit or rage or intense terror where it seems he has lost his mind completely. Appearance: Tall and elegant-appearing, Barnabas was once a rather handsome canine in his youth. His coat is flawless, scar-less, and your typical collie appearance. A mix of red, dark brown, and black cover his pelt. His legs and undersides are white, looping around his neck in a bright collar. In the middle of his forehead is a singular spatter of white. His muzzle is beginning to grey from age and his dark-hued brown eyes are glazing over from his ailing state. His typical royal garb is a flashy, red-coloured, royal mantle. It hangs far past his haunches, dragging the ground. It fastens around his neck by a chain of solid gold. He can often times be seen with an assortment of other sashes, jewelry, and crowns, all made from the same gold. History: Spoiler to cut down length. Other: Theme: Blood on My Name - TBB. "Not a spell gonna be broken, With a potion or a priest. When you're cursed you're always hopin', That a prophet would be grieved." Trouble - Adam Jensen. "Is it living or dying that makes me afraid? Or is it that I know my soul can't be saved?"  Click image for source. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 03/11/21 @ 00:58:11 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 01:06:33 |
 Click image for source. "Why so stuffy? Lets go push the duke into the royal fountain." Name: Theseus. "Prince Theseus." or "His royal highness, Theseus." Gender: Male. Breed(s): Shiloh Shepherd x Rough Collie. Age: 3 yrs. Role: Prince. (Illegitimate Heir. Townsfolk, Blacksmith.) Sexuality: Panromantic, Unknown. Voice: Orlando Bloom. "'Bathing in gold' sounds cold, I'd rather bathe in the coals of my forge."  Relationships: Mate: None. Family: Spoiler to cut down length. Other: Personality: Theseus is a stubborn, brazen, carefree, and un-classy cut-up. He finds royal banter stuffy and irritating, anything and everything that reminds him of his father seems to set him off. He loathes the king, going as far as the rip up the formal invitation sent to him only to throw it at the messenger as they ran from his fury. He only begrudgingly came along to the castle in an attempt to mend whatever bond had been shredded from the heartless bastard, though what he was greeted with made him even more unlikely to ever forgive the brute. He has no intentions of actually ever taking over as king, and unless something happens to change his mind, he is content with sitting back and watching as chaos ensues within the royal hierarchy. He is mostly curious about his half-siblings, having never met any of them. He intends to get along with any who can handle his brash personality, and could even teach the younger of his brothers and sisters some un-lordly behavior. Having grown up as a beggar, Theseus is rather street smart. He is well known by the canines in the Trading District, having lived there since a young lad and sold many of his wares over the years. Behind his crude sense of humor is a blazing anger, rarely ever dampened after it's been lit. He isn't above doing something as childish as taunting the royal guards or stealing sweets from the kitchen staff. This pup-like side to him can easily be overlooked by his open and friendly personality, so long as you treat him with respect. Appearance: He is quite collie-like in appearance, save for his larger size and uncharacteristic markings. His face and structure are similar to the elegance of the breed, though perhaps a bit blockier than normal. His coat is a vibrant red in hue, covered over with a dark saddle of black and marked with cream-coloured undersides. Like his father, a light necklace of white wraps around his neck and tarnishes the end of his tail tip. He is rather tall, standing over even his father. He rarely ever wears clothing or jewelry, only occasionally adorning a leather vest in which he keeps in array of knives. His paws and muzzle are scarred from apparent burn marks, hinting at his past experiences crafting weapons. He has many other scars hidden underneath his dense coat, trophies from scuffles and hunting excursions he's lived through. History: Spoiler to cut down length. Other: Theme: Theseus - The Oh Hellos. "It's gonna hurt like hell to become well. But if we set the bone straight, It'll mend, It'll fix, And we'll be well." Second Child, Restless Child - The Oh Hellos. "See, I was born the second child, With a spirit running wild, running free, And they saw trouble in my eyes, They were quick to recognize the devil in me."  Click image for source. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 03/11/21 @ 01:01:45 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunenπ (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 02:42:33 |
 Source "I have no qualms with being called an insensitive witch, so long as I remain an efficient one." Name: Persephone "Your Royal Highness, Persephone" or "Princess Persephone" Alias: Perry, Perse(Purr-Say) Gender: Female Breed(s): Rough Collie(50%) Panda Shepherd(50%) Age: 2 Years Role: Princess (Heiress, Witch) Sexuality: Bi Relationships: Kimaris | Raven | Close Companion Persephone was only a puppy when she found the orphaned raven chick, and Proserpine spoiled her so much that she let her daughter keep it when she returned with him. Kimaris, a rather large raven, had been her closest friend ever since, always by her side and even helping her out with any of her practices in any way he can. He seems to only listen to what Persephone says, and even then he's still very stubborn, and awfully protective of her. Kimaris also enjoys prodding at others and causing mischief, no doubt because of Persephone's influence. Mate: None Family: Personality: Persephone is... one maiden, that's for certain. Perse is well aware that she often falls out of the norm, or what the kingdom-folk considers the norm. She doesn't really attempt to hide her eccentric behaviour, as she fails to really care about others thoughts on her. As long as it doesn't put her in harms way, that is. Persephone, for the most part, is always kept together, and unless you're someone close to her, the most you'd get from her is some polite, admittedly distant, words and gestures, sometimes taking on a vaguely mocking tone to voice. Still, she's relatively friendly and approachable for the most part. Adding to that, an air of eerie, yet somewhat charming grace follows her wherever she goes. That being said, Persephone doesn't take things very seriously, at least it seems like it to others. It's actually the opposite, she just detests the idea of having a panicked outward appearance. Admittedly, Persephone can easily come across as some air-headed, dumb blonde type of lady, she's actually strikingly intelligent, and just as observant. She's always listening, always watching, even if it doesn't seem to be the case. She's also quite nosy, so it's almost a little expected. Persephone has devoted herself to the practice of voodoo and witchcraft, though she keeps this under wraps as she'd much rather not be burned at the stake. Though a very small portion of her does believe she is an instrument to her God's and Goddesses will, she's not crazily religious. Perse holds a great number of curses, spells, potions, and even deadly brews in her knowledge. Persephone is aware of King Barnabas being her sire, and is very much proud of it, giving her a bit of a superiority complex. Luckily, she's not too vocal about it, giving others pointed looks that appear as if she's mocking or judging almost everything about them, but don't get her wrong! She most definitely is. Luckily, Persephone isn't a heartless broad, and like any other mongrel she enjoys spending time with close companions, though she can be a little touchy. Personal space is foreign to her, and if she does know of it, she most likely just doesn't care. Persephone is very much drawn to humor as well. Don't be a rock, basically. That being said, while loyalty does run a long way, and Persephone isn't foreign to such an idea, if something ever goes amiss her utmost concern is always reserved to herself. To her, Persephone's own wellbeing is her top priority. Better to save your own fur rather than waste your time saving another. If you ever do happen to find yourself on Persephone's harsher side, you're most likely going to stay there 'til the end of your days. Unless you kiss her paw and put a ring on it, she's not one to forgive you if wronged her in some way... Unless you actually kiss her paw and put a ring on it, she just might be flattered enough to bless you with her forgiveness. So, be awfully careful when you do manage to piss her off, she might just randomly invite you to have a.. nice drink with her.  Source Appearance: Cast one glance at her and it's not hard to assume who her sire is. Perse holds a great resemblance to Barnabas, standing tall with a slim but toned, effeminate frame. As expected, she carries herself smoothly, moving silently with no effort, a confident, yet eerily elegant air following quick behind her. Her coat is well groomed, feathery and thick, pleasantly soft and warm to the touch, hanging off of her in a way that makes her appear broader than she actually is. Woven into it are flowers and sometimes even vines, and behind her ear can sometimes be yew berries, if she could get them to sit pretty. Her plumage is much longer around her tail, neck and chest, and if were a bit longer it could easily appear as if she had a mane of sorts. Her coat is mainly a golden brown, the hairs turning into darker hues of dark brown and onyx around her cheeks and the base of her tail. White is carved into the golden hues of her pelt around her chest, legs, the tip of her tail, and on a thin white stripe that goes down from her forehead to her nose. Persephone's head is very slender and comes to a point, with a very fox-like face, with short, triangular ears that stand upright. Her eyes are narrow and sultry, the most notable thing about them being their colour. Her right eye is a striking, icy blue, while the other is a deep, dark brown. Her face is set with a relaxed expression, with a small smirk that seems almost permanent on her pretty, fox like features, dotted with two overgrown canines that jut out just slightly from under her lips. The aroma of nettle, and more strongly, sage clings thickly to her pelt, though not pungently so. History: TW: Stillbirth Other/'Fun Facts': Her raven, Kimaris, can only speak a few words in dog language. Because of this, Perse can read his body language fairly easily. This woman LOVES Gossip, and rumors. A part of her knows that her mother is responsible for the apparent curse that is King Barnabas's ailing health, but she keeps it to herself. Her father seems to be quite the asshole, so she doesn't feel bad about it. Full Body Pic 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 04/11/21 @ 08:25:36 by Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunenπ (#188943) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 12:28:17 |
 Click image for credit. "Γ, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth." Name: Rye. Nickname: "Sunshine." Gender: Male. Breed(s): Mixed. 75% Golden Retriever, 20% Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, 5% Great Pyrenees. Age: 3 1/2 years. Role: Traveler. Sexuality: Panromantic, Demisexual. Voice: Michael J. Fox. "Words simply cannot express your beauty."  click image for source. Relationships: Mate: None. Family: Basil - Mother - Adoration Terentius - Father - Adoration He is extraordinarily fond of his parents, and thinks of them frequently. They are still near and dear to his heart, despite no longer knowing where they are. The mention of them fills him with wholesome nostalgia. 7 siblings, unknown whereabouts. Open to siblings, contact me in OOC. Other: Personality: Rye has always been a dreamer, somewhat unrealistic in his perception of the world. He can find the smallest glimmer of hope in the darkest situation, or go on about how lovely a day is while his tawny coat is being drenched with rain. He's aware that is outlook can be a bit too bright, and not everyone shares his over enthusiasm. He doesn't let this bother him too much, nor does it sour his love for his fellow canine. He is enamored with other canines. Candid, aggressive, familiar, strangers- it doesn't seem to matter to Rye. He is seemingly captivated with them and relishes in every moment he gets to spend with another dog. This doesn't mean he's stupid, however. He is fully capable of picking up even the slightest personality cues from others and can sniff out a wolf amongst sheep rather quickly, though those things seem to hold face value to him. He holds his own safety and self-care considerably lower than that of his friends or family's. This has often put him in the midst of dangerous situations. Without sounding too dramatic, he would risk his life for them, and has before. Though he cherishes all lives, his devotion to his friends has forced his hand in the past. If it ever came to their lives, or a stranger's, he would choose theirs every time. Lying just under the surface of his sunny demeanor is a fragile and emotional dog. Tired, thought-ridden, and despairing. He cries relatively easy when overwhelmed, though not usually in front of others. Sporting a "mask", of sorts, is his biggest defense against this gloomy intruder living in his chest. He would rather ignore this inner turmoil for now than have to face it. Appearance: Large, well-built, and stocky, Rye could be an intimidating canine if his personality would allow it. His fur is long, hanging quite low from his body. It is a dark golden in colour, similar to the hue of the plant he was fondly named after. It sports a shiny red tinge, paying homage to the duck tolling retriever in his lineage. His eyes are a similar honey-colour, blending well with his coat. He sports no visible scars on his dark skin. He often wears a loose-fitting white shawl, draped over his shoulders and a leather satchel hanging from around his neck. Upon his head he can be seen wearing assortments of flower crowns, gifted to him by the townsfolk children. Other times, random flowers can be seen poking out of his fur along his ears and neck. History: Rye's history isn't very interesting or action-packed. He grew up in a well-rounded, loving, family with his bright-eyed parents and seven boisterous siblings. His parents, diligent and supportive sheep farmers, paved way for his sunny personality. They would tell him stories about the stars and sing him to sleep at night. They taught him how to care for himself, hunt, defend himself. They gave him a sturdy foundation to grow from, and he did. He spent the most of a year and half with his family in the farming district before setting off to find his own life as a travelling poet. It was different out there on the road, the dogs were different, but their wolfish personalities did little to dampen his own. He enjoyed the simple life and so that is where he stayed, wandering about the kingdom and bestowing gifts of words to other dogs in exchange for coin or company. There was no complicated thoughts to it. Other: Theme: Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos. "There will come a poet, Whose weapon is His word." Two - Sleeping At Last. "I just want to build you up, build you up, 'Til you're good as new, And maybe one day I will get around to fixing myself too." Flaws - Bastille. "You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them up; let's finish what we've started."  Click image for source.  Art is mine. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 03/11/21 @ 01:14:52 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Luxaeus [hiatus] (#78363)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 12:37:15 |
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samaelπͺ½ (#237217)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 12:45:46 |
 Click image for source. "Oh am I fortunate to not be trapped behind barbed wire, my friend." Name: Qiton Gender: Male Breed(s): 75% Siberian Husky, 25% Canadian Eskimo Dog and other mixes Age: 4 y/o Role: Traveler Sexuality: Aro/ace Appearance: Qiton has a tall and slender frame, not exactly the muscular type. He has prominent features that speak loud and clear that he has a husky heritage. He doesn't smile too often, and if he does, it's more nervous than anything. His ears are perked upwards usually and his snout is long. The steps he takes are calculated with precision, and are swift and steady. But nothing too graceful. His fur is a thick and dense coat that insulates heat very well, keeping him on his feet for long journeys throughout the winters. His coat is white and black with hints of brown, the way his coat colors carve into his fur give him a look that is friendlier than he really is. HIs eyes were a pale light sky blue when he was younger, but slowly gave way to a brown color. He smells a lot like the wilderness and woods and often reminds people of the primitive times when dogs use to live in more simpler civilizations. He has many scars that are well concealed by his dense coat, neither does he take shame or take pride in the marks of the past. The traveler is often found in a royal blue robe. He is never seen without wearing a drooping earring of some sort, with a gem or crystal as it's heart. On special occasions he may wear tail bands to glow up his look a bit and choose more fancy looking robes, along with a blue rose as an accessory. ------- A bit deeper Relationships: Open! Ask in OOC or PM me. Mate: N/A Family: Unknown whereabouts. 3x Sibling Slots Open. Personality: Qiton is always on edge with whoever he meets, warily examining their every movement and every word that slithers out of their mouth. He doesn't allow most others to gain his complete trust, whether a friend or a foe. Even if he is heavily careful with his own steps and who he trusts, he is generally laidback. Usually not interfering with others' worries. But if someone has something to say about his own ideas, he is destined to defend them. Not budging at all, most of the time at least. Qiton is highly impulsive, causing him to do things that he wouldn't want to. HIs mind acts too quickly, without thinking or reasoning sometimes. Most of the time they are smaller things, and a few rare times which he completely messes up. It has been a trait he has had since puphood, and he doesn't know why. He's generally alone, travelling far lands without anybody accompanying him. His asocial personality comes along with the difficulty of gaining his trust. He may be introverted, but that doesn't mean he doesn't speak up. He does catch conversations quickly, and only stays quiet when he knows that he has nothing to say or will not make a difference if he says anything. -- History: TBA Other: Theme - Not added yet Not added yet ""  Click image for source. Qiton is a character transferred from another roleplay, Click here to view the CS. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 17/10/21 @ 12:00:02 by Sam-sung Fridge. | π― (#237217) |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 12:53:50 |
 source Name: Ambrosia Gender: Female Breed: Rough Collie Age: 1 year and 4 months Role: Princess Sexuality: Biromantic/Homosexual Relationships: [open to friends and lovers, contact ooc] Family: Personality: Ambrosia is, certainly, a rather romantic dreamer. She tends to constantly fantasize about how her life would be if she'd made a different choice, or what would happen if a chain of events had taken a different turn. She's especially interested in the aspect of being swept away by a gentleman or dame from another land, so that she may be rid of the chaos of family issues. She has no particular interest in taking over her father's duties, as she would much rather not have the responsibilities of a lonesome queen. However, if somebody who had captured her attention would want to rule over the kingdom, then she would not hesitate to compete for the throne. Suiting her unambitious nature, she tends to make a habit of sleeping a bit more often than other royalty, and doesn't put nearly as much effort into her studies. She would rather read fairytales than discover the history of her homelands. Despite this laziness she is very much intelligent, though she may not exhibit this most of the time, causing her to seem like your typical, air-headed princess. Which she is not. Just like any other dog, she can get into terrible moods, which can cause her normally friendly demeanor to ice up and have her saying very impolite things. Behind the sweet and calm faΓ§ade that she keeps up as a wall, Ambrosia is a twisted and shaken dog, due to her inadequate upraising and having only her parents as examples. Appearance: [image] An ugly scar across her throat is hidden by soft, luxurious fur. She avoids drawing attention to it. Wears a fluffy shawl made from the fur of a black fox. She likes to adorn herself in silver jewelry such as necklaces and earrings, but tends to avoid flashy gems.  source History: Ambrosia was born into the royal family with her two other siblings in their father's later years. She was raised by their mother as a proper, polite young lady so that she may one day be able to inherit the throne, or be entrusted to the heir of another kingdom. However, her relationship with her father is less than pleasing. When she was much younger, still just an enthusiastic pup, she had much more energy and was more likely to test her boundaries. Which, unfortunately, led to a distasteful scar being left on her neck. She has seldom left the castle since her birth, only going out to a select few places to meet several suitors. She is not very taken with the idea of becoming a ruler or upping her status as royalty, let alone the ideal of having to marry a complete stranger. As of now, she awaits a lover with no connection to royal families, and is quickly adjusting to the behaviors of her many half siblings. Other:  source 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 20/10/21 @ 14:28:59 by ∞ yoWAi mO ∞ (#238465) |
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samaelπͺ½ (#237217)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 13:45:18 |
 Click image for source. "Oh take advantage of the others, and you will soon gain." Name: Notune "Prince Notune" or "His royal highness, Notune" Gender: Male Breed(s): Collie mix Age: 1 y 4 m Role: Prince Sexuality: Straight Appearance: Notune is a muscular broad, looking intimidating from first glance. A handsome broad, he has many collie-like features that he has gotten from his pure bloodline. His smile usually comes out as a smirk, and if it even resembles a smile in any way it looks as if he is definitely planning something terrible. His snout is long and he has drooping ears that are a clear collie trait. The way he walk is graceful with every step and has clear balance too, almost if he is calculating the movement. Seldom does he ever make a miscalculation. His fur is dense and soft, luxurious at it's finest. Every particle is feathery and soft, leading to the gorgeous and fine red-brown-orange coat he holds pride in. White and darker shades of brown accompany and carve their own edges in his blazing red coat's territory. His eyes are an average size for his breed and are an unusually deep desaturated blue. He smells lots of the royal castle's garden of roses and bushes and greenery of all types, giving him an even more charmingly wicked aroma. A single scar on his leg that he got from childhood is hidden by his dense fur, he is displeased even with the mention of it's presence as it ruins his aura of perfection and glory. Just him alone without any accessories or garments is flashy enough to tell that he is some kind of broad. For his royal garment he will often wear a deep blue mantle that is flashy enough to alert people of his rank, not as if they had forgotten it. He wears a necklace with an azure sapphire as its heart and is often partially shuffled into his fur. He may be found wear other types of jewelry when he wishes such as bands of gold and earrings of all kinds, but mostly on more important occasions. He use to carry a vest of anything he needed but as he grew he soon after learned that he had his own fangs and if he were in need, he would always be accompanied by someone at least. ------- A bit deeper Relationships: Open! Ask in OOC or PM me. Mate: N/A Family: King Barnabas - Father - Dislike Wary of his father, he dislikes him generally and only puts up an act with him. Royal Consort Ophelia - Mother - Respect Notune respects his mother's polite and sweet nature, he sometimes regrets his cold remarks towards her. Ambrosia - Sibling - Neutral, confused Notune finds his sister zoned-out all the time, fantasizing about whatever. He doesn't understand the point of not studying if she wants to know anything really. Her unambitious nature makes him question her lots. Eilsavet - Sibling - Neutral Adding later. Personality: Notune is a cunningly charming fellow, inherited by his father's own charm. He is manipulative and will use others to get his way if he needs to at all, because most will not dare speak against his word. He can easily fool and trick people into believing something or that he is a charming and kind prince. But even with his foolery and cunning ways, he does have a conscience. He often denies that he cares about others but sometimes, truly does. He isn't usually spotted to be lying or concealing his own thoughts because of his ability to fake emotions and quickly cover up anything he needs to. He has gained a god complex due to his royal status. Unbelieving of his own failure and mistakes and believing that he is a beam of perfection and glory. Royalty, wealth, looks, and perfection. What else could he ask for? But if he is ever noticed to have had made a mistake in a single step, he will deny it to his best will. Townsfolk and lower ranks will find the prince intimidating, but soon look up to him because of his charm. He is a favored heir in the royal family and has the advantage of the crowd if he and his siblings ever have to compete for the throne. He will definitely deny it, but truth be told, he is a definite tsundere. Anyone he cares about he will often act as if he doesn't, but still helping them out while putting up the act. Some he manages to fool and others pick right up, he doesn't try too hard to conceal the fact he actually cares about a certain person. -- History: He was born into the royal family in his parents' older times, with two siblings. Being a prince, he grew up in riches and royalty. Treated very well by the kingdom. However, the cries yet say his bond with his greedy father. He loathed the king, but knew he was the only one who held up Notune's high status and royal blood. He was an academic in his puphood and basically was a perfectionist due to his surroundings. Though one night he snuck out to enjoy the clear moon-lit starry night sky in the royal garden but tripped on a twig and had his leg get a wound from a rose bush's thorns. His caretakers quickly noticed and took him back to his chambers for rest and treatment, and all was fine. It was a small accident, but something that made him want to never make a single mistake again. He had kept up that record and still has it today, making sure everything he does is not a accident. The news of his father and the land's curse was a bunch for him to process. He sure wanted to become monarch, although he was still young and would love to continue living a care-free life of a prince. Conflicted and confused, he decided that he might as well try and slow down the process of it all before he was truly ready to become king as he thought that he only had his other two siblings to compete, and maybe a couple half-siblings. But little did he know, there were five half-siblings. By then, he knew that the plan wouldn't work. And all he could do were either to compete for the throne, or watch the drama unfold as he tries to not get involved. Other: Theme - Not added yet Not added yet ""  Click image for source. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 17/10/21 @ 12:00:28 by Sam-sung Fridge. | π― (#237217) |
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yoWAi mO (#238465)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 15:50:45 |
 artist! permission proof "'His Imperial Highness, Prince Roland Red of the Avestrian Empire.' What a mouthful. Just call me Red, or something." Name: Roland Red [or, 'Red Ravager'] Gender: Male Breed: Doberman Pinscher Age: 3 years and 4 months Role: Traveler Sexuality: Homoromantic/Homosexual Relationships: [open to friends and lovers, contact ooc] Family: [open to adopted pups, contact ooc] Personality: Roland is serious, although somewhat sarcastic at times. He does not take well to most strangers and prefers to stay alone. His true emotions about certain subjects are locked behind heavy iron doors, while he shows others very... Freely, without concern for another dog's feelings on the matter. Despite his seemingly unfriendly composition, it is easy for him to form bonds, though he tries to avoid doing so an. He may be serious and have mostly everything locked away, but behind it all, he does actually have a decent sense of humor and a soft spot for pups. He is cocky, but certainly not over-confident. He knows which fights he can and cannot win and will not waste time with those he cannot. Roland can really be described as a tall, unbreakable wall. The only way to get through him is to climb that wall. Understanding his feelings, respecting him as an equal- or a superior-, and not trying too hard may eventually get him to open up. Appearance: [image] There is a sizable scar that runs across his chest, along with a smaller one that crosses over his lips. Wears a cape of fine, white fur with black flecks. When making a royal appearance, he wears several pieces of gold jewelry, mostly necklaces and bracelets.  source History: Roland was born into a royal family that was all work, no play. His father made a point of defeating surrounding kingdoms to make the family name well-known, and was already widely known as a tyrant. His mother put her time into raising all of his father's children and training them so that they may one day be able to be crowned rulers. Roland and his many siblings were never given any time to rough-house or have fun, leading him to be a mostly serious dog who doesn't exactly understand the concept of playing. When Roland was about a year old he was driven away by his father, who did not want him as an heir and knew full well knew that he'd choose to walk down a similar path. He took off on his own and traveled far away, taking on and defeating any dog that may challenge him for his wealth and status- despite being a chased son. This earned him a respected and well-known name as the son of a tyrant; "Red Ravager". He continued this for two years, rarely losing fights and growing in popularity quickly. He recently quit searching for fights, tired of the constant barrages of dogs trying to win a duel with him in return. Roland has stripped himself of his title as a prince, keeping that past far behind him, though he is still proud to be known as somewhat of a brawler. Now, he is constantly on the move so that he can avoid confrontations when possible. Other:  source 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 20/10/21 @ 14:31:22 by ∞ yoWAi mO ∞ (#238465) |
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Ellesmera ( Semi Inactive) (#236564) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 17:43:11 |
 Link " Your past doesn't matter, what you do next does." Name: Ophelia 'Your Royal Highness Ophelia' or Ophie by close friends/Barnabas Gender: Female Breed(s): Rough Collie Age: 9 and ten months. Role: Royal Consort Sexuality: Biromantic, Pansexual Relationships: Mate: Barnabas Family: Personality: Ophelia is a very gentle, warm soul. She can be distant though. She also tends to pull up walls if you try and talk to her about her past. It's a very sensitive topic for her. She gets very upset if she ever gets anything wrong. Ophelia has become a more motherly, caretaker figure as Barnabas ages. She tries to hide the fact that Barnabas is ill to keep him safe. If any of his other children or even his subjects herd about it, he might have reason to fear for his life. Ophelia is lenient and dislikes giving punishments. The worst that a disobedient servant will get is a strong talking to and a slight dock from their pay for a few days. Though she tries to hide it, her memory has been slipping. She'll forget the most simple things, like replying to letters or appearing in court. Appearance: Ophelia is a bit shorter then the average Rough Collie, and her age has turned her snout and paws snowy. Her coat is a beautiful blue merle and always smooth and silky. She has a few scars, but she keeps them hidden away under her coat. Her eyes, which are grey, have stayed mostly the same over the years. She is very soft and her coat is very poofy. Ophelia doesn't wear anything extravagant, she finds it a waste of resources that could be used elsewhere. She wears a small golden tail band that was gifted to her by Barnabas, and if she finds a particularly nice vendor, she'll get a flower crown. History: *Ophelia didn't have the nicest history so it's spoilering on the off chance that it bugs anyone* Other: Still Tweaking. Main Theme: 7 Years by Lukas Graham "Soon, I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold? Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? Soon, I'll be sixty years old Soon, I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold? Or will I have a lot of children who can hold me? Soon, I'll be sixty years old" 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 18/10/21 @ 18:55:22 by Ellesmera ( Lights Off) (#236564) |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 17:45:27 |
GIANT WIP 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 18/10/21 @ 19:43:03 by Murderthistle- π― LightsOff (#230278) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 19:57:29 |
 Click image for credit. "I should be used to it. There have always been lines separating me from the rest of the world, whether they were satin ribbons or iron rails." Name: Jezevec. Nickname(s): "Jez", "Badger" or "Lady Maria". Gender: Androgynous. (He/she/they. Biologically female.) Breed(s): Wolf Hybrid. 75% Mexican Grey Wolf, 25% Belgian Shepherd. Age: 2 years. Role: Outlaw. Sexuality: Panromantic, Pansexual. Voice: PenΓ©lope Cruz. "You soon realize you weren't meant to save the world, you were meant to destroy it."  Click image for source. Relationships: Mate: None. Family: N/a. Other: Personality: A shape-shifting snake, Jezevec can be anything you want. They change their appearance, personality, and entire demeanor in accordance to the current situation and whichever act they choose to put on. One minute they could be a bloodthirsty, bull-headed, brute. The other, an elegant and dim-witted damsel in distress. Truly, deep underneath all of those facades, they are your average canine. They have a rather level head, though sometimes a bit snarky given the chance. If you are a familiar friend, they may let you into this hidden personality. Though, few will ever bear witness to the "true" Jezevec. Quite smart, Jez can quickly turn a situation in their favour if they see the opportunity. They will steal from just about anyone who they deem "rich", but often return these riches to the less fortunate by making regular trips to the farming and trading districts. They have a soft spot for the infirm, old, and young. Despite popular opinion, they are not heartless, and can grow rather attached to canines who come into contact with them regularly, or even those who just interest them in some way. Just as they are cunning, Jez is a curious soul. Their curiosity and unabashed nature have gotten them into quite a few scrapes in the past, all of which they have come out alive but not unscathed. This seems to be a common theme in their life. Not one to be outdone by dramatic flare, Jezevec enjoys putting themselves in the spotlight from time to time. Whether that's by climbing up on tables after a long night of drinking by the fire, or announcing exactly how they're going to rob someone blind moments before they proceed to do so, they always manage to add some sort of theatrical moment into everything they do. They are far from vain, however, and rarely care about their looks or other's appearances for that matter. Although they can appear rather mysterious and cold at first glance, they can be stubborn, sassy, and even irritating in their own right. You only have to grow close to them. Appearance: Jezevec is a tall and looming character, but not terribly lanky. Their features are sharp, elegant, and fox-like. Their pelt is a sooty mix of black and light grey, having grown lighter and lighter over the years. They adorn bright, tangerine-flecked irises, which can appear more amber or yellow in certain lighting. They are quite covered in scars, ranging from small to full-on battle wounds. They display these blemishes proudly, save for a rather nasty looking scar across their flank and hip, which they keep covered by their garb. Almost always wearing a black hooded robe, Jez can appear quite mysterious in the right circumstances. To keep up appearances, they will also occasionally wear noble garb such as robes and shawls made from silk. They have a wide array of other disguises and outfits, the most nefarious being a dark black scarf that they wrap around their face and neck while committing robberies. Around their chest is a leather harness in which they always carry a crude knife as well as an array of other things like a coin purse, smoke bombs, trinkets, and other odds n ends. History: Spoiler to cut down length. Other: Theme: Maria - grandson. "Graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war. She prays to nothing, no one, nobody, no more." The Hand That Feeds - The Crane Wives. "My papa taught me how to howl, How to bare my teeth and growl. He taught me that the hand that feeds, Deserves to be bitten when it beats."  Art is mine. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/10/21 @ 09:56:27 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Ellesmera ( Semi Inactive) (#236564) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-16 23:42:17 |
Name: Seth His Royal Highness Seth Gender: Male Breed(s): Rough Collie Mix Age: 4 Years old Role: Prince/Outlaw Sexuality: Homoromantic, Pansexual Relationships: Jezevec | Frenemies | Maybe Something | Alive Seth knows Jez. Which seems kinda strange but he does, not the "Lady Maria" they is currently playing, but the Jez underneath. Not a lot, but enough. He knows they're secrets and they know his. He isn't particularly there friend, just somewhere close to the neutral yet not in the neutral zone. Mate: (Ask in OOC) Personality: Seth is quite the charmer, but he also manipulates everyone. If they have something that he wants, he'll pretend to like them and get what he wants. Wether it be food, money or clothes. And it's not like he's only doing it to survive, he likes to have people fawn over him. Yeah, he's self assured but really he has every right to be. He's also carrying some pretty dark stuff underneath all of that cocky assurance and grins. He gets so angry, uncontrollably angry. So much so that he blacks out and wakes up hours later with blood on his coat. He tries to keep that down and away from him but he just can't. Appearance: Seth is a tall imposing figure, he is slightly taller then the average Rough Collie and always plays it to his advantage. His colouring is similar to the Bernese Mountain Dogs, and he has the strength of one. His eyes are a curious green colour and stand out from the rest of him. Scars are not a stranger to Seth. He has long ones, short ones, chunks missing from his ears. Seth has a fancy leather vest, no doubt stolen from a rich dog. It is filled with the few coins he has and some assorted weapons. On a dare from one of his few friends, he got a few piercings in his left ear. Just three green pieces of sea glass. History: TW: Death Other: Accidentally murdered some dogs so running from the law. Main Theme: WIP Side Theme: WIP 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 15/11/21 @ 19:01:32 by Ellesmera (#236564) |
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Vespering [SIDE] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-17 00:42:35 |
0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 20/10/21 @ 00:06:02 by α΄ α΄Κα΄ΙͺΙ’α΄ (#33076) |
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Vespering [SIDE] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-17 01:15:20 |
Relationships: 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 20/10/21 @ 00:33:25 by α΄ α΄Κα΄ΙͺΙ’α΄ (#33076) |
