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 Sleep π± (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2021-11-23 22:00:19 |
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.
Β· Minimum of three sentences per character per post. . Unless they're pets, most of these rabbits/hares will have natural names. Β· High ranks must be approved by me, ranks lower than Seer Apprentice do not need approving. Β· You may have as many characters as you like, but may only start with two high ranking characters. Β· Rabbits may have deformities (i.e. blind, missing limbs, dwarfism, etc.) as long as they stay within realistic limits. They cannot have super powers. Β· Only rabbits and hares are allowed, no other species of animal. Β· God-modding, mary-sues, and unrealistic characters/circumstances are prohibited. 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 kits after one week. Β· Allow for at least two people to reply to the thread before posting again. If no one replies within 24 hrs, you may post again. . 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. Roles Leader: Edelweiss. Closed. Leader of the warren. Typically wise and ruthless. Co-Leader(s): Sparrow. Closed. Second in command, usually the leader's mates or closest followers. Seer: Primrose. Closed. Seer Apprentice(s): Sage, Hawthorne. Closed. Rabbits who are knowledgeable in herbalism, healing, and divination. Epsilon(s): Domino, Reserved, 1x Open. Upsilon(s): Lark, Rowan, Buck, Open. Upsilons are soldier rabbits who protect the warren. Epsilons are their superiors who see that they preform their duties. Warren Rabbit(s): Mulberry, Open. Kit(s): AΓ§ai, Elmwood, Reserved, Open. Warren rabbits are normal members of the group who have no real role other than foraging and taking care of kits. Kits are rabbits younger than 6 months. Outskirters: Reserved, 3x Open. Members of the warren who have lost their rank, cause problems, or have yet to gain a rank. Outskirters who have ended up in this rank more than once are marked on their front forearm by a deep gash, having been bitten by an Epsilon or Leader. Rogues: Corvus, Malin, Open. Rabbits with no warren, outcasts, or pets. Deceased: **Once your character(s) die there is no way to revive them. You are welcome to make a new character if you'd like to continue in the rp!** Constantly killing/reviving characters could cause confusion for everyone, and prolonged inactivity can hinder the plot! Thank you for your patience! Predators. (Also known as 'Elil'.) Hedgehog [No Danger.] Otter [Low Danger.] Crow [Low Danger.] Mink [Medium Danger.] Pine Marten [Medium Danger.] Domestic Cat [High Danger.] Red Fox [High Danger.] Badger [Extreme Danger.] Domestic Dog [Extreme Danger.] Humans [Extreme Danger.] Form This is only a template, feel free to add or move things to your liking. Delete everything in parentheses. Name: Gender: Age: Rank: Sexuality: Relationships: (Friends, enemies, etc.) Mate: Family: (Relatives and kits.) Personality: Appearance: (Photo and/or Description.) History: Other:  0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 30/11/21 @ 03:02:42 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-23 23:29:20 |
 (Click image for credit.) "Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you." Name: Edelweiss. Gender: Buck. (Male.) Age: 5 years, 3 months. Rank: Leader. Sexuality: Heteroromantic, Bisexual. Polyamorous. Relationships: Mate(s): None. Ask in OOC. Family: Spoilered to cut down length. Other: Ask in OOC. Personality: A stern and no-nonsense character. Edelweiss, named after a white flower, is far from his namesake. He is a bitter and cold brute but not entirely heartless, his tough love is exhibited almost exclusively through his protectiveness of the warren. This guarding nature also comes with his faith that the members of his group will do as they are told, when they are told, lest they intend for him to become less than cordial. He is a rabbit of few words but one who finds weakness somewhat distasteful, any member of his warren who exhibits some sort of detrimental trait is dealt with, whether it's by him giving them a cold talking to or a quick chomp of his incisors. His gruff exterior and stoic mannerisms do not mean he hasn't dealt with his own hardships. Growing up with a less than ideal handicap by being albino has taught him that any rabbit can survive but they might fight for their lives in the process. He gets along the least with weak-willed characters and finds the more clingy of rabbits quite annoying. He knows his own place in life and that is to lead the warren to safety, and he believes firmly that the needs of the many heavily outweigh the needs of the few. Appearance: Quite larger and heavier than your average wild rabbit, it is clear to see that Edelweiss' roots have been tainted with some sort of domestic breed in the near past. His coat, surprisingly not caused by these petted ancestors, is pure white in colouration. This, along with his pigment-less skin and vividly pink pupils, are a result from albinism. Due to the fact that he was the only kit born of his litter, a tiny runt, there is no telling what genetics caused this mutation to occur. Despite his pristine fur, the quaintness of his appearance ends there. He is quite tattered with scars, most of them on his legs and ears, the most prominent being two apparent bite wounds on his forearms from his past as an outskirter within the warren. His feral yet respected nature is apparent in the way he holds himself, tall and proud but seemingly ready to scatter at a moment's notice. His pelt smells of the earth and wildflowers, and this scent is perhaps the gentlest feature he exhibits. History: TW: Death. Other: Theme: If I had A Heart - Colm Mcguinness. "If I had a heart, I could love you. If I had a voice, I would sing. After the night when I wake up, I'll see what tomorrow brings."  (Click image for credit.) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/11/21 @ 01:42:05 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-24 00:26:59 |
 (Click image for credit.) β...β Name: Sage Gender: Buck. (Male.) Age: 2 years, 11 months. Rank: Seer Apprentice. Sexuality: Unknown. Relationships: Mate(s): None. Family: Spoilered to cut down length. Other: Ask in OOC. Personality: Sage is a mysterious but not unfriendly character. Being both blind and mute he is usually unable to speak his mind, though his familiar, a crow named Sleeper, sometimes speaks for him. However, Sleeper can be quite mouthy and doesn't always correctly translate the rabbit's messages so Sage is rare to rely on him. Being somewhat of a social outcast, Sage spends most of his time away from the other warren members. That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy their company, and he is quite good at listening to another's worries if they feel the need to speak with him. Most see him as a burden, however, and his uncanny way of seemingly being able to 'see' despite his lack of vision can be unsettling to some. He seems to not know what personal space is and will often sit uncomfortably close to another rabbit or occasionally reach out to find where they are. This is purely so that he can keep track of their location, though he is also good at finding them based on sounds and scent alone. Due to his disability he barely manages to keep himself out of the Outskirters role, his knowledge of herbs and medicine are mostly his saving grace. He has, however, had a few brief glimpses of visions in the past. Appearance: A rather bland appearing rabbit, Sage exhibits the typical ruddy-brown fur of a wild rabbit. He is quite average in size and remarkably normal from a distance. Upon closer inspection, however, it is plain to see the dimmed pupils of his blinded eyes. His mouth is almost always kept closed, with a tepid smile stretched across his features. Despite his lack of vision he is, scarily to some, able to track figures and 'see' his surroundings. His head will uncannily follow a rabbit if they stray close enough to catch his attention and he is surprisingly assured on his feet unless water or sand is involved. Once he loses his sense of groundedness he can become panicked very quickly. Other than those rare occasions, his mannerisms are splendidly calm though somewhat eerie to those who aren't familiar with him. His scent is mostly of herbs, specifically the plant he was named after, wood sage. History: Spoilered to cut down length. Other: Both blind and mute. Theme: The Moon Will Sing - Crane Wives. "The moon will sing a song for me. I loved you like the sun, Bore the shadows that you made, With no light of my own."  (Click image for credit.) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 30/11/21 @ 03:09:17 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-24 00:56:53 |
 (Click image for credit.) βIt was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.β Name: Mulberry. Gender: Doe. (Female.) Age: 1 years, 7 months. Rank: Warren Rabbit. Sexuality: Biromantic, Bisexual. Relationships: Mate(s): None. Ask in OOC. Family: AΓ§ai - Daughter - Adores/Protective. TBA. Elmwood - Son - Adores/Protective. TBA. TBA - Kit - TBA. Other: Nettle - NPC - Ex-Mate - Hatred/Sadness. Nettle was Mulberry's former mate and the wild rabbit who convinced her to leave the safety of her human nest. Their relationship only lasted for a short time, however. He grew bored and turned his attention towards another doe, leaving Mulberry and the warren behind. Other: Ask in OOC. Personality: Mulberry is very obviously a domestic rabbit, one who is scorned. She is quite a spitfire when she feels as though she has been wronged and can be a touch vain as well. Arguing is her specialty but she will also whip out the old 'silent treatment' if she feels as though it is more effective in the situation. She is a very tidy doe and doesn't particularly enjoy getting her feet wet, quite literally, and dislikes being dirty in general. Despite her more aggressive side, she is a very motherly figure towards the weak and can be a good shoulder to lean on in a pinch. Don't expect her to keep your worries a secret, however, as she adores gossip of any kind. In the right circumstances she can be a chatterbox and enjoys a good bit of well-placed banter, just as any other rabbit does. Seemingly out of her element, it's apparent that she hasn't been in the wild for very long. She has little to no stranger danger and will often times mimic what others are doing in an attempt to fit in or survive. Her lack of experience has led her into many mishaps so far and it's unlikely that she will learn from her shortcomings anytime soon. Appearance: She is petite in size but round in shape, obviously well taken care of in her early life. Only recently 'wild', it's not uncommon to see her wandering around with confusion on her face. Her coat is a muddle of brown and red, covered over with white piebalding. In texture, her coat is soft to the touch but brushy in appearance. This shaggy fur is good at keeping her warm but terrible for camouflage, not that she's entirely aware of that. She had no blemishes to be seen on her pelt, though her past owner has declawed her and she has no nails at all on her front or back feet. This has rendered her almost defenseless, aside from her teeth. It also means she has a hard time digging or keeping herself upright on slick surfaces. She still carries the scent of humans, which is a bit unsettling, though that smell is slowly leaving her pelt and being replaced by clover, which she enjoys lying in. History: Will work on this later! She was a family/farm pet who was lured away from her human nest by a buck. Soon after she found herself in the warren, her 'mate' abandoned her for a different doe and disappeared. Other: Theme: Shake It Out - Florence + The Machine. "And I've been a fool and I've been blind, I can never leave the past behind."  (Click image for credit.) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 29/11/21 @ 19:44:58 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Cosmic (#40407)
Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-24 20:16:14 |
 (click image for source) Name: Primrose Mate: n/a 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/11/21 @ 07:17:35 by LυΙ±ι (#40407) |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-25 00:20:05 |
 [click image for source] βWhy live in some crowded nightmare of rules and order when you could be outside under the stars.β  Name: Corvus Gender: Marli [Doe] Age: 5 years Rank: Outcast Sexuality: Bisexual Polyamorous Relationships: None, Ask in OOC Mate: None, Open Family: Two sisters and a brother open, contact me in OOC Personality: A true chaotic neutral, and a fierce spirit, Corvus is a wild soul who never felt like she belonged in the colony, and instead travels close, along with multiple corvil that she named herself after. Despite not living or being loyal to the colony, she occasionally helps the other rabbits out, having lived there in her early life. Corvus hangs about on the outskirts of the colony and likes to be around the crows. She has survived a few Elil attacks by being warned by her feathered friends. The huge black birds enjoy Corvusβs company, though she suspects they would eat her should she die somehow. Appearance: A thin, gaunt rabbit with tawny brown and orange fur. She has long, elegant legs and uncanny speed. She has a sleek, bony frame and is built for rough terrain. Corvus sports rather sharp claws and crow feathers that look to be part of her. She has wild brownish red eyes that can intimidate the most fearless of creatures. History: Born and raised in the colony, Corvus hated the close tunnels and such, leaving as soon as she could. She still had ties in the warrens and stayed nearby. A couple times kits managed to run off and her crow companions warned her; allowing her to find and escort them home. After the warrens were ruined Corvus agreed to keep her distance, but stay nearby should anything happen. She and her crow familiars often scout out possible danger, although lately Corvusβs behavior has become more aloof, and she has cared less about her ex-colony. Other: *might add something here, might not :β) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 07/12/21 @ 20:02:13 by Murderthistle, Eater of Kidney (#230278) |
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Ellesmera ( Semi Inactive) (#236564) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-25 23:02:19 |
 clicky " Let's go do that thing that everyone said was a bad idea, it'll be fun!" Name: Hawthorne Thorne to close friends and family Gender: Doe ( Female) Age: 1 year 2 months Rank: Seer Apprentice Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic Relationships: Mate: None (Ask in OOC or DM's) Family: Personality: Hawthorne has a very sweet disposition. She loves to play with the kits and help out around the warren. Though don't think for a second that she is by any means just that. Thorne is very, very curious and is always messing around with things. It does get her in trouble sometimes, but other times it helps out quite a bit. She will also never step down from a challenge and has a very stupid need to prove that she is brave. Eat a random plant? Sure, she'll do it. Run in and out of a human barn. Sounds like fun. She is all fun and games until someone messes with the warren. She is overprotective when it comes down to her friends and family. Hawthorne is also considered reckless but they keep her around for her skills. Appearance: Hawthorne has a very average coat, with the usual grey, brown and slight bit of orange. Her pelt has much more grey than the others but she can still hide with it. She is a little on the smaller side of rabbithood, never having fully grown out of her child stage. In both looks and personality. One of her legs is slightly crocked and she has a barely visible limp from the time she broke it ( Not seriously, just painful and a lesson learnt) jumping off of a rock for a dare. She has some other scars from other stupid things she done, mostly just on her sides and back. History: Other: 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 18/01/22 @ 21:39:27 by Ellesmera (#236564) |
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Cosmic (#40407)
Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-26 15:35:53 |
 (click image for source) Name: Elmwood Mate: n/a
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Folklore (#139547)
Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-29 15:11:37 |
 "You're not pretty enough to be that stupid." Name: Lark. Gender: Doe. Age: 1 year and 8 months. Rank: Upsilon. Sexuality: Polyamorous + Bi Relationships: Mate: n/a Family: Personality: It's easy to see whose personality she inherited. Lark is as hot-headed as the uncle that took her under his wing. There's something combustible about this blonde doe; a powder keg ready to blow. Those cute rounded eyes are often sharpened by a thirst for success and the drive to be right. There's not one bit of her that is relaxed. Even when she's relaxing, she always has something going on. Some sort of self-appointed task. An escape from what she actually feels, perhaps. Lark's siblings didn't quite make it and boy does it show. Spoiled rotten and made excuses for her entire life, she's used to getting what she wants and getting away with more. She's stubborn and easily offended, reacting in anger and is quick to verbally abuse. Lark is typically a lot for most of the Warren, and often commands an entire room whenever she enters. Despite her unbearable attitude, her skillset and reliability are acknowledged and appreciated. She's not all unbearable, though. Lark loves to piece things together and figure things out, and so long as you stay out of her way, she doesn't bother to run you over. As she often says, "you're either at my side or behind me. In front of me, and I will run you over." Lark is more than business, though hasn't been recently. Friends would have noticed a drift in her, noticing how jokes seemed to have faded. Much more serious now that tragedy has struck, it's hard for her to joke about anything that isn't you, and, by extension, at your expense. Appearance: Lark is a sweetly painted doe; wheat-colored with a healthy glow to her. It's clear to see that she was loved beyond belief by her mother. Her underbelly β from her neck to her tail β is a pale cream that meshes wonderfully with her base coat. A strip on her mouth is also pale. Her fluff is immense and as soft as it looks, though she certainly won't let you close enough to touch. Lark is a domestic mix, though it's clear to see that most of her form comes from her wild side. Her body is built for her ranking β something she's been working towards since she was able to dream. She's tall and sturdy with a penchant for bulldozing over those in her way. Her eyes are dark, with hints of honey when in the light, and her ears are a bit wonky, if she's being honest. Tall, but thinner than most, and weirdly shaped. An insecurity that she gets huffy about whenever she remembers what they look like. History. Lark's history is like most that were born to the Warren. Her mother was a sweet doe with a dream for a family. Her father was an unreliable piece of crud that did his best to believe in her dream and take it on as his own. It went well, until there was actually a kit to take care of. He quickly crumbled under the pressure (that was mostly imagined) and bailed, leaving Dice to care for a freshly baked Lark. It was fine, though. Dice had a brother that was willing to be there for her, and Dice had the other warren rabbits to help her care for her bundle of joy. A bundle of joy that quickly turned into a little monster. Lark was always high-energy, but with an impressive drive she got from her mother. Exploring the Warren lead to knowledge, and that knowledge surrounded the roles she would have her pickings of. Warriorhood was looked at with sparkling eyes and a scream that claimed it. "I'm going to be a warrior!" It was a battle cry heard by the entire warren. Soon, those around her got to see just how dedicated she was. She demanded lessons, anything that she could learn to help make her dream a reality. Amused, the warriors conceded and began to give her bits and pieces, just to keep the little Lark from screaming her head off. It would have been a disaster, after all, if the little one had trained herself. Her dream never died. But her mom sure did! It was a terrible thing, watching her mother getting crushed like that. Lark was close enough to see the aftermath, but too far to catch her mother, to rush her to safety. There guilt from that event has begun to fester like an infected wound. After that, her uncle took her under his wing. Now Lark is even more unbearable and has just reached her beloved dream, but the only one she wished to share that with is dead. Other: TBA. Theme: Imagine Dragons β Enemy. "Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy Everybody wants to be my enemy (Look out for yourself) My enemy (look, look, look, look) (Look out for yourself) But I'm ready." 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 01/12/21 @ 13:25:25 by Folklore (#139547) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-29 19:40:43 |
 (Click image for credit.) "It sounds lovely; but when you believe you have everything, you simply lose everything." Name: Rowan. Gender: Buck. (Male.) Age: 3 years, 1 month. Rank: Upsilon. Sexuality: Biromantic, Unknown. Relationships: Mate(s): None. Magpie - NPC - Former Mate - Unknown. Rowan's first mate and long term friend, Magpie took a large chunk of Rowan's personality along with him when he disappeared. They grew up in the warren together and that is the last place Rowan saw him. When the humans came in to rip up the tree they became seperated and, despite lingering around the area for days after the colony had already moved on, he hasn't been able to find him since. He can only presume he is dead. Family: None. Other: Ask in OOC. Personality: Rowan is a quiet and apathetic rabbit, typically avoiding or ignoring the other members of the colony unless he's singled out for something. He doesn't get attached easily and mostly doesn't care of the opinions of others. His mannerisms are slow and methodical, same with the way he speaks. Appearing to never be in a hurry, he goes about life at his own pace and seems to passively move about without bothering over anyone else's lives. During the day he tends to spend most of his time around the outskirts or out of sight from the warren, only really rejoining the group once night falls. This uncaring outlook coupled with his pessimism has gotten him into trouble with the Epsilons in the past and it doesn't appear as though he plans on changing anytime soon. When he does talk his words can come off as abrasive or blunt and he rarely avoids speaking his mind for the sake of someone else. Despite this, he is surprisingly tolerant and can get along with just about anyone no matter how aggressive or needy they may be. He almost never becomes angry or involves himself in a fight, though a look of disappointment or a hefty sigh is usually all it takes to show his displeasure. His size and cold nature can lead many to believing he's a malicious character but this is simply not true. If another rabbit in his colony takes offense with him he will most often sit idly by while being verbally or physically reprimanded. It's against his nature to fight back. Appearance: Rowan is fairly large for a wild rabbit, but by far not the largest buck in the pack. He has a slimmer figure than most and tends to sport bad posture, making him appear shorter than he actually is. His coat is short and soft to the touch, hinting as some domestic breed in his genetics. Ruddy brown in colour and turning darker sable near his ears, paws, and back, his pelt is completely untarnished of scars. His eyes are a rich, dark, brown in hue and he typically has a sullen or blank expression on his face. He carries the scent of juniper and the earth. Other: Theme: The Garden That You Planted - Sea Wolf. "Seems that I'm not suited to being alone, And everyone around me is changed, But the garden that you planted remains." Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf. "Dear fellow traveler under the moon, I think I'm growing weary and I'm hoping you'll come soon."  (Click image for credit.) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 12/12/21 @ 16:20:10 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Vespering [SIDE] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-30 02:00:10 |
S P A R R O W βYou lack animality. You have no integrity. Animals don't behave like men. If they have to fight, they fight. If they have to kill, they kill. But they don't set their wits to devise ways of hurting other creatures.β Age 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Vespering [SIDE] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-30 02:30:14 |
D O M I N O βQUOTEβ Age 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Vespering [SIDE] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-30 02:44:50 |
M A L I N βQUOTEβ Age 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 30/11/21 @ 02:45:56 by α΄ α΄Κα΄ΙͺΙ’α΄ (#33076) |
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Vespering [SIDE] (#33076)
Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-30 02:57:16 |
B U C K βQuit laughin'! I'll have you all know male hares are called Jacks! Suppose it would be just fine if some little feck showed up with that name though, wouldn' it? Uncultured swine, the lot of you.β Age 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Heavenly View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-11-30 03:03:37 |
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murderthistle | they/it/any (#230278) Confused View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-12-07 18:10:00 |
 [click image for source] "She's exactly right. Definitely azure on the inside. I like the way she knits" Name: Obernewtyn [Newt] Gender: Doe Age: 5 months Rank: Kit Sexuality: Unknown "Oh. Look how shiny you are." Relationships: [Open] Mate: None Family: Mulberry| Mother| TBA Açai| Sister| TBA Elmwood| Brother| TBA Personality: A quirky, endearing little kit, who loves to chat, although she seldom makes sense. Her words have been known to make very very little sense to anyone, though some think that Newt's phrases have hidden meaning. Obernewtyn has an uncanny ability to sense others' emotions or even if they are good or bad. Appearance: Cute chile~ History: N/A Other: [Newt has associative synesthesia] 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 14/12/21 @ 16:29:56 by Murderthistle (#230278) |
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