Forever and a Day{A TaN RP}

[.kestral]

((I dunno if I could RP Dingo here, I probably could but she would be slightly out of character and I dont like it. Soo for now this is a bookmark))

[Cottleston]

Name:
Sae

Age:
3

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Laid- back, cool, friendly, loyal and loving. He cares for his loved ones so much, some say too much, that he would happily lay down his life for them.

He can sometimes be a little inconsiderate of others and doesn't think about things before they come out of his mouth. And while this can lead him into tricky situations, his charm usually leads him back out of them.

History:
Go here to read: viewtopic.php?f=10&t=117830&p=3224691#p3224691
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Other:
TaN rocks!
I hope his history fits in well enough with the storyline. I didn't want to have to write an entire new one XD

[corgie]

Marking <3

[calphina]

TaN ROCKS

Name:Eyolf
Age: Hes about 21 in human years, only 2 in dog years
Gender:Male
Personality:Eyolf is very shy, he loves to just sit and stare at nature around him, he could lay down on the grass and stare at the clouds for hours
History:Eyolf was always different than the other wolves, his parents were both pitch black..but he came out with stripes. His mother named him Eyolf and told him he was a very lucky pup because he was from a rare breed that ran in his family veins, only a few of his kind are born every year. He did not feel very lucky..he felt tired of being different. Every time he would go out of the cave as a pup the other pups would not want anything to do with him cause of his strange colors..they called him rainbow, which dosent seem like a bad name but to him it hurt. He wished he was never born with these stupid stripes..it made him stand out at night so it was harder to hunt. One thing he learned from his stripes was that it seemed to attract fish, so as he grew up when all the other wolves went to hunt deer in the woods he headed to the lake and just ate fish for dinner.
Eyolf was a very shy wolf as he grew up his colors seemed to pop out of his fur more and more, until it seemed to have a slight glow every time it grew dark. The stripes us to only be small spots, but they grew into stripes as he aged. He didnt seem to mind the stripes that he got from his bloodline, since they helped him catch his food. Eyolf looked out into the distance, he was standing on the edge of the mountain valley that he had lived in his whole life..but he knew there were others out there like him, somewhere beyond the mountain peaks and streams where he catches his fish. There must be others that shine lightly as he does in the night, making it hard for them to hunt their prey as well. He was never aloud to hunt with the pack..even since that one night when he was beside his mother..he stepped on a branch and spooked the buck..the buck turned its head and saw him out of the corner of its eyes..and dissapeared in a cloud of dust, the pack had to search another hour to find a deer large enough to feed everyone. He was sent back to the caves with a younger pup.
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Other:Eyolf's stripes have a soft glow during the nighttime

[iPawki]

Name: Crea
Age:
Hmm... Created in 1943, so she would be 67 years old? But she's a lot younger when you look at her. ;D Because she's a robot type of person.
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Crea, created out of jade and bronze and other precious materials, has a heart of gold. She has such a loving personality, a soul crafted of such deep love and hard-work, it is almost impossible to hold a grudge against her- unless it is the jealousy we all tend to feel deep inside. Crea does not need to rely on others. She has no appetite, no understanding of others except for her creator and others of her species, and, in reality, is not a living thing. She is simply a statue who may move and swim just like any other turtle. Such a beautiful treasure, with such a wonderful profile? Why, she could never understand the evils of the world.
Why one kills, why others seek revenge. Life is simply a cycle of death and birth, an infinite loop. Crea seeks the deep answers, never satisfied with the first layer. She is not fooled by what she sees, and looks within a person, even if she is not clear of whom they may be.

History:
He had blond hair, blue eyes. In the midst of World War 2, it was during 1943 that Crea was created. He was a scientist, living someplace in Europe that no one had yet depicted. He was intelligent, smart, straight-forward, and honest. Yet under that layer of values and virtues, lay a sinful field of evil. He was carving a rich statue of a turtle. The ingredients consisted of gold, bronze, jade, and tiny black pearls for its small, beady eyes.

He had created the perfect plan. She would be the beauty to capture the enemies. She would represent the world. The gold, from North America, the pearls from South America, the jade from Asia, the copper from Europe, and more precious materials from Africa. She would be the symbol of destruction. She would trigger the corruption of France, and England, and perhaps even the United States of America. A grin ran under the plastic fabric that was strapped tightly around his mouth, and the building continued.

Something must have gone wrong with the plan. He had, perhaps, reached too high, gone too far. For when he stared at his finished product, it was not what he had expected.
He had fallen for her beauty, her grace. Certain, almost magical, things inside of her had brought her to life. The eternal hard work he had put into her was giving her the majestic power he had been sure animals could never obtain.
He had fallen deep into the depths of the ocean and their creatures.

He was too entranced to be involved with such a life. The young turtle had soon escaped to the coasts, and into the waters.
Many turtles race for their lives. When they are born, many predators will hunt them down before they may attain the water. Yet Crea had never been troubled by such dangers. Her only enemy had been water.
Her wings were too heavy for such crashing waves. She could not fight against them, until she learned to glide through, slice through, strike.

The turtles around her enjoyed war. They loved fighting for their prey, enjoyed clashing and striking. Crea did not. When the scientist found her again, accidentally, things were not going very well. A year had past, and their encounter had not been meant for.

The builder had been caught, and brought to a small prison by the seashore. Crea had found herself upon the warm sand, soothing her metal wings and allowing the sunlight to speckle the gold that lined her arms. Something, such a feeling, was pulling her towards him, like a metal tracker.

For the young man with such big dreams, his only wishes now were to stay awake, alive. Crea's escape had drove him crazy. His mind was controlled, taken over, and his movements rash. He was so indulged in his own little universe that he would probably not had noticed if he had died.

And soon enough, he did. Crea could do nothing about it. It was simply the bullet of the gun that killed him, simply the monstrous movement of time, passing along nonchalantly.
Crea had pondered about his death. Could it had been revenge who had caused him to be killed? Yet, who would have triggered the revenge? Such a young, inexperienced turtle would not have known. And she would never had known.

Crea drove herself into the pearly ocean, and to this day she still lives there. She simply creates her circle of bubbles by gliding around in the pristine ocean, the azure waters. No one can touch her. She is safe. She is impossible. Yet she has never triggered the destruction of an enemy. Simply the one of a friend.

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Other: TaN rocks!

[Chara Dreemurr]

Name: Amelia, sometimes Earheart
Age: About 2 dog years
Gender: female
Personality: Amelia is a strong-willed stubborn girl. She will reach her goals, and never give up. She works hard for them. Amelia is social and friendly, and she loves meeting people. She is tom-boy, and she will attack, and will hurt if she has to.
History: (her name used to be Amy in the beggining)
They said I could not make it. Ever since I was a pup, my greatest dream was flight. But then I got into an accident. A terrible one.
It all started when I was just a few months old. I talked excitedly to my mom about birds, since it had been the first time I went out. "did you see their grace, mom? The way they could just spread their, their-" I stumbled.
"wings." she said.
"Their wings," I continued ",and how they simply seemed to be unreal? Wow, mom, I want to be a bird! No, I want to fly!" I said happily.
"don't be silly, Amy!" she laughed. "No dog has ever been able to fly! Now, I will go see to your siblings." and she went off. I felt frustrated. I was going to show them!
There was a tree in the backyard. It had low branches and it went high up. I would just have to climb high, then jump down. 'That would work' I thought to myself. I padded to the tall tree. I got to it's roots and looked up. I shivered. It was high. But I had, just had to do it. I bunched up my back legs, and with a great deal of effort, leaped. "Oof" the wind was knocked out of me as fell on the branch. I scrambled up to avoid falling down. I just had to climb up now.
I reached up for the next branch, then with difficulty, pulled myself up. I was surprised at my weight. The next branch was close, so I extended my paw, and grabbed it firmly. I put my next paw, and my next, and my next, until I stood on the thick branch. I continued climbing up a couple of branches (8), until there was only a few left. There was a slight hole in the tree, so I put my back paws there, and flailing for a second, put my front paws on the other branch. It was thin, though. I hauled myself up, and swayed there for a few seconds. This was high enough, so I leaped down.
For a second, all was well. The wind rushing up to get me, the feeling of pure happiness, but then panic started to swell up inside me as I desperately tried to fly, by doing something similar as running in thin air.
I could not fly.
The ground seemed to be threatening me, threatening to kill me. It seemed to fast. My leg twisted under me. I heard a sharp crack. That's when the pain started.
My leg skin was bleeding enormously, and my leg felt on fire. I wimpered. I yelped. I howled and I tried to make as much noise as possible, yet no one was coming. The pain grew increasingly and increasingly hurtful. Then, all I saw was black.
I felt a sharp jab between my ribs. I yiped and opened my eyes in a flash. I tried to stand up, but something was holding me down.
"Woah, little one! Calm down!" a male voice was saying.
"Let her sleep. She needs it, after what she's been through", said a female voice.
I looked up, and was surprised to see two... Cats staring at me. One was a female. She had pretty calico markings, and the male was a stocky brown tabby.
"You should thank us, you know" told the tabby tom. "we saved you. Oh, and by the way, I'm Tiger, and she's Bright."
I tried to stand up. I almost fell, but Tiger steadied me. My back leg was throbbing, and I turned around to look
at it. All that was left was a stump.
"How long was I..." I faltered. "Unconsious?" Bright suggested . "Yes" I said "how long?"
"Ah, a couple of days to a week." Tiger nudged me, but then hurried up to steady me.
"Wh- what about my family?" I suddered
"They never came back to help you." Bright simply replied. They had abandoned me.
"But, how will I live with three legs??" I stamered
"We will teach you. You have learned with four. You can do with three." Tiger replied smartly, then sitting down and licking his paw. "Oh, and what's your name?"
"Amelia." I grinned. New name.

And so they did. For one year, I stayed with them, learning how to cope with three legs, how to hunt, how to survive. I grew bigger than them.
One day, Tiger came back with something golden. "Take this, Amelia. I've often heard you talk about flight, and some people wear these goggles to go fly. They fly in something called an airplane."
A looked, wide eyed, at the gift. I felt happy. Someone else had faith in me. Bright had gaven me some beautiful wing tatoos a couple of days back.
I put them on. They were comfy and nice. I loved them. I told him so.
I still dreamed of flying. I longed to see the world from up high. Feel the joy of freedom.
I went for walk. It was supposed to be a short one, but I never came back to see my friends who had saved me so long ago. Tiger and Bright.
While I was walking, a huge, strong dog came out of no-where and barked "Run here!"
A moment later, a huge car, that was going way too fast, rush just passed me. I yelled and ran. I ran to the big dog, as I felt I could trust him. In my panic, I crashed into him. He stumbled back, and I backed off. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped. "No harm has been done." he replied in a gruff voice "Anyways, what's your name. What's your story? Goggles and tattoos?"
I explained everything up to now about me. Although he was a complete stranger, I felt I could trust him.
"flying." I told him.
"Well, well, well! That turns out great! I have an... An aquantence who knows a person with airplanes."
He showed me the way, in some plains, away from the city, and I gasped at what I saw.
A big, shiny, airplane.
"Hey, Rolo!" I heard a voice
"Rolo!" I snickered playfully "No wonder you did not tell me!"
"Shut up!" he said playfuly "If, that is, you want to go for a ride..."
"Yeah, yeah," I said and silenced
Rolo jumped on the airplane and barked "C'mon!"
The human who had said 'Hey Rolo!' seemed to be surpried as I jumped on, but the big dog, Rolo, simply barked and licked me, to show that I was harmless, and simply a friend.
"Oh," said the human, and shrugged it off. She started the airplane. My anticipation grew as I heard the rumble. She slowly, slowly took off. I pressed my snout on the window, and watched the plain roll under me.
I was flying!

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Other: TaN rocks!

[SilentEcho]

Name:Aries
Age: 2 or 3
Gender: Male
Personality: Witty, grumpy, negative
History: Long story, but in short he was taken out of his natural habitat and put in a circus, he walks around with Bee( a made up charrie)
Picture: by Kamaliah
Other: T.A.N Rocks :3 Can i add a charrie I made up who is virtually ALWAYS with Aries?