May I please reserve myself a male feline shifter?
Meh. Why not. I may as well add my girl human as well. xD
This is a huge WIP, might I add. c;||
Codeword ~ ❝тнe ιɴdιαɴ ѕυммer oғ lιғe ѕнoυld вe α lιттle ѕυɴɴy αɴd α lιттle ѕαd, lιĸe тнe ѕeαѕoɴ, αɴd ιɴғιɴιтe ιɴ weαlтн αɴd ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, вυт ɴever нυѕтled. ❞
“ʝɛαℓσʋƨʏ ιƨ α тιɢɛя тнαт тɛαяƨ иσт σиℓʏ ιтƨ ρяɛʏ вʋт αℓƨσ ιтƨ σωи яαɢιиɢ нɛαят”
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the "яɛƨιℓιɛит" one.
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- "Nice to meet you, too. My name is Liam Alec King." Yeah, I kinda like my name. I mean, it's not the worst name out there. And it kinda suits me. I'll tell you how to pronounce it, even though it's sort of explanatory... Liam is "lee-um". Alec is "al-ik" and King is "kee-ng" Liam means will and desire, also protection shielding. My mom told me that she named me this because she always knew that she would protect me with her life, and that even though I was some mutant freak that had to be attached to a woman for the rest of my life, that I would someday be desired strongly by somebody. Who knows? Maybe I'll be stuck in some dramatic situation when me and my pair are suddenly thrown into some terrible situation and we realize that we desire each other more than anything. Or not. My middle name, Alec, means the defending man. My mom apparently really wanted me to be some sort of protecter. Which sort of suits me, seeing as how I am a tiger and all. Oh, yeah, and I can't move away from my partner, so I'll have to protect her, too. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that I'll somehow find a way to protect. Of course, then there is my last name. King. It means to be a leader, or somebody who rules, which I will never be. I might be able to protect to the best of my ability, but to rule something as important as a king had? I don't think so. "I would hope that you could tell what my gender is..." I don't think that I look much like a girl. I mean, if you really want, you can check. But that'd be weird. So just take my word for it. I'm a guy. || Liam most certainly acts like a guy. Sometimes, he won't be as manly as everybody else, but just look at him - he's a tiger, for Pete's sake! He isn't afraid to get down and dirty, doing whatever he wants with the other guys. Then again, it's kinda hard to do that, seeing as how he is going to spend the rest of his life with a girl. So they feed off of each other, making him the slightest bit of a girl at heart, only to the point in which we are speaking of humor and sensitivity. No, he's not going to go around acting like a woman, shopping his face off and cooing over cute animals. He still knows how to get down and dirty - and he isn't afraid to do it, at that. "I'm eighteen years young." No, I don't drink or smoke like most kids my age do. I'm different than them, okay? Oh, yeah, and I don't want any of your drugs, either. Thanks. || Liam is most definitely not like his friends. Every other kid of his generation is in the race of their lives to grow up, but Lee takes his time and hangs back, holding onto his innocence as if it were his lifeline. He doesn't do most things other kids his age do, for he's seen them go through the torture that turning into an adult gives you. Whenever he is in invited to a party, he plays sick or comes up with some fake excuse to get out of going. Then, he sits home, alone, waiting for the rest of his friends to realize that they were ruining their lives.
- "Um, I am?" I don't think I'm particularly stunning... || Liam is six feet tall, on the dot, weighing in at a healthy one-hundred fifty-two pounds. He's always been just a bit taller than everybody else, and considering how he is still growing, he will most likely gain a few more inches. His father was tall, standing at six feet six inches when he was done growing, but the doctors only expect Liam to be about six foot three. Which he is fine with. It'll still make him taller than most, and with his nice weight and fitted muscles, he's just fine with being tall. Oh, yes, muscle. As you can see, Liam is obviously not on the obese side. Any extra weight that may tip his scale is all hard earned muscle that he has been training years for. He works out six days every week, only giving himself one day as a breather to do whatever he want's. But it pays off. He has rigid biceps, widened chest and a quickly growing four-pack (which is aiming towards a six). Not to mention, he has developed his calves and thighs to their full potential, yet still works harder and harder each day, just to look nice for whatever occasion might become of him. Naturally, for his age, he is in good shape - then again, many other boys are stronger than him. Which is just what keeps him going. Well, moving on, lets get to the looks of Liam, instead of just his brawn and size. Liam has upturned, deep brown hair, just short enough to run his fingers through, yet not so long that he looks like some sort of hobo. Some days, when the sun has gotten the best of him, his hair will be tinted with blonde, making him look younger and more playful - especially when sand has draped all across his skin, sending him shimmering with light. Liam also has very distinctive features - a squared jaw that has every girl cooing, dimples that sends them falling to their knees, and that signature hair flip that he pulls out every so often. His smile is as big as the moon, always showing off his pearly whites as the happiness reaches his deep eyes. Oh, his eyes. As hazel as could be, deep reflective pools of emotion, yet locked behind doors of steel, so nobody can see past the mesmerizing colors. Gold and black dance in specks throughout his eyes, making them explode in brilliance towards whoever may look into them. No doubt, his eyes are unforgettable, even when he is hiding behind thick sunglasses. Other than that, Liam has a fairly average sense of style. Loose white tees, ripped up jeans or old swim trunks, depending on the day. He loves his old sunglasses, and rarely ever leaves the house without them. Liam does have a scar draped over his left bicep, showing a part of his history that will be described later. It is a little pink to the naked eye and raised higher than the rest of his skin, but always hide beneath a layer of clothing. He has an infinity symbol as a tattoo on his right ankle, showing honor to the lost and the forgotten, and how they live on, forevermore. "I have dark hazel eyes and brown hair.""I'm 6'2'' and weigh 143 pounds." "Usually, I just wear jeans and a loose plaid shirt."
- "No. I don't have a crush." And I hate this curse, just to say. "I have no girlfriend." I still don't want one.
- "Yeah. I am one of the five male feline shifters that was born at the same moment in time. I'm a siberian tiger, stuck under the curse of a lifetime." || Hazel golden eyes crowned with streaks of black. Rolling muscles bulging under a well smoothed pelt, one made of creamy orange and pitch sable stripes. Claws larger than any other creature known to man, incisors as hard as stones. Burning passion and ripping flesh - the eyes of a tiger, behold. An amble, thick chest, one that protects a heart of steal, lungs that breath fired iron. Huge paws, one capable of killing with a powerful blow, eyes as light as the sun, yet as dark as the night when they flow and melt away into an expression of nothingness. Brokenness tears through every inch of fur, the capability for the power that he holds is so strong, so amazing, he doesn't know how he could ever keep himself away from ruling all. But he has to. He has somebody to protect, somebody to protect him. And even though he hates this curse, his teeth still prick through the under sides of his lips. Thick and rolling, ready to kill, deep and brooding. But he won't. He wasn't born to be a killer. He was born to break the curse that had been set upon him since the beginning of time.
And even though this curse was set upon him, he loves the fact that he can become this... this monster. This beast. But no. To him, this curse has turned to a blessing, only in the sense that he can be a gorgeous feline, one with rolling muscles and deep black stripes, an expression completely unreadable. And this is all his at the flick of a switch. The only thing that aggravates him - he has to stay within twenty feet of his lady. Hopefully, she will agree to ride upon his back, and they can run and run forever, going someplace where they can hide. But they have to stay with the rest. They are forced into love, which he doesn't really want to have, but something just has to work. If they ever want to save the future generations that will live on below them, they must break this unstoppable curse.
"нɛя ∂яɛαмƨ ɢιʌɛ нɛя ωιиɢƨ αи∂ ƨнɛ ғℓιɛƨ тσ α ρℓαcɛ ωнɛяɛ ƨнɛ ιƨ ℓσʌɛ∂."
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the "sℓʏ" one.
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- "My name is Madeline Ace Moreau." I really like my name. It fits with who I am, I guess. Uh, sure, I'll tell you how to pronounce it all. Madeline is "mad-eh-lin", Ace is kind of self-explanatory, if you ask me.... Oh, and Moreau is a hard one. It's pronounced "mor-oh". Get it? Got it? Good. || Madeline was named this because it means the princess in a high tower. Obviously, she is highly french, and so her parents though this would suit her. They always looked at her as their little princess, saying that she would go far someday. Little did they know that she would have to stay twenty feet within the same man for the rest of her life. Her middle name, Ace, was chosen because, even though Maddie may be the light of their life, their beautiful little princess, they could tell that she could still bite back - stubborn, to say the least. Which is just what Ace says. Think about it - any named Ace is obviously going to be some sort of bada**, which is just what she is. Her last name, Moreau, means the be of the moor. The moor is a wide, open plain - something that doesn't describe her at all. And though her name might now flow amazingly together, she really does love it. Everything about it fits her, even if people say that the meaning of her last name is completely opposite of what she is. She thinks to herself, that she is, somewhere deep in her heart, open. Simple. Yet, original in a way. She live up to her name, she knows it, she just needs a little bit of time. "Of course I am a girl!" And boy, does she show it. Anybody to look at her will automatically know - that is some lady. She loves makeup and shoes, clothes and everything that comes with it. But, surprisingly, on the inside.... she's somewhat of a tomboy. Maddie might look like some adorable teenager that knows everything about style, but she isn't afraid to get down and dirty, to do whatever she wants. She sort of hides this side of her, though, not wanting any of the other girls that she knows to see that she doesn't always wear designer shoes and priceless clothes. She can be as much of a tom-boy as she wants, and you would be surprised to see what she holds. "Eighteen years young." And boy, does she embrace it. Always thinking that when she turned eighteen, she would be as free as free could be - she didn't know, though, that she would've turned into some sort of prisoner that would forever be stuck to the same man for the rest of her life. She's never wanted to settle down, but now she has to. So she can't do what most people can. Forever is she stuck, forced to grow up when all she wants to do is stay young.
- "I know." Oh, yeah, thanks, by the way. || It is extremely easy to say this - Madeline is flawless. Absolutely gorgeous. Just look at her! Perfect hair, smoothed skin, eyes as green as the sea - who could deny the beauty radiating off of her? Nobody. That's just it. But we can get into that, later. For now, just in case you are blind and can't see her, I'll just have to describe her for you, won't I? Of course I will. Maddie is, well, absolutely stunning. With her high cheekbones and pursed lips, wide green eyes and wavy, silky hair, it is hard to deny that she is beautiful. Maddie has a diamond shaped face with a long nose, yet just wide enough to fit nicely right in the center of her face. Her lips are fairly high, but pout out so that they look much larger than they actually are. Her eyes are a bit downturned and almond shaped, but when she smiles, it reaches up directly into her deep green orbs. Madeline is very tall with nice legs and a toned body. All of her life, she has worked on her body image, keeping herself as gorgeous as she possibly can. She has a great half-smile that rarely cracks, though you can tell in those green eyes of hers when that smile is true. She has great, huge eyes that truly define her. You can see how they shine, showing off that fierce, stubborn trait of hers. But, if you look close enough, open her up just the slightest bit, you'll see that creative, soft side to her. Something kind and gentler. Her build is what every woman begs for - amazing figure, curves in all the right places, a brilliant walk that makes her hips sway. The guys drool over her, women rave over her - and everybody fights over her. Just how she likes it. "I have green eyes and light brown hair." I'm 5'7'' and weigh 117 pounds." "Oh, I love makeup." "I think I have a nice sense of style, if I do say so myself."
- "Well, I'm kind of forced to love." But no. I don't have a crush. || And even though she may act like it ~ seducing men, grinning that award-winning smile, flipping her thick hair, winking at any guy that might pass her - she actually... doesn't really want a crush. At all. In fact, loving somebody is the last thing that she wants to do. She wants to stay young and do whatever she wants, not having to stay attached to the same man her entire life. She wants to of places, see things, explore and travel... by herself. Not with somebody else constantly on her mind, ruining her every moment as they rack her memories. But she has no choice, now. She has turned eighteen and the curse has been set upon her, she can't move twenty feet away from her "man". And she hates it. No, no, she doesn't show her utter despise for constantly having to stay with her partner, rather pretends to be loyal, pretends to want to stay with him, merely to save herself from an utter pain. But, does she even want the children that this curse is nearly begging her to bear? Not at all. Just look at her! She doesn't even want to like somebody. Maybe not just for the reasons that you think. Maybe she just is afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of what loving somebody will bring. But, as for now, she hasn't found that "right guy". Not that she has a choice, anyways. And not that she wants to, either. "Like I said, I have to love. But I don't." No boyfriend for me. Thanks for asking, though. || As said above, she might act like she really wants a man in her life that will make her happy, please her until the end of time, but really... she doesn't. She doesn't want a boyfriend, even if he will treat her right. Then again, she has never found that guy that is just right for her. Nobody has ever loved her for her, not just her looks. She has never been cherished, never been called the joy of somebody's life. Everybody just sees her outside, what she looks like, who she should be, but really, there is so much more underneath that layer of makeup. You just have to find out how to get there before you can ever get near her heart.
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