►Lost and Ɓroken◄►Accepting◄►Shapeshifter◄

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For years, we have fought.
None of us could tell you why, the reason has
been lost to the folds of time.
It is in our blood to battle, though we are no
different.
Brothers are killing brothers.
Sisters are killing sisters.
We have no place.
We are in pieces.
We are the Broken and the Lost.

There are some of us who would much rather see this conflict end, but there are some of us who simply want to come out on top. One way or the other, we are all fighting in our own right. When asked the question of where you stand, what is your answer? Do you stand with the Broken, trying to mend the wrongs done to you? Or do you partner with the Lost, trying to uncover where you belong in the world?



No matter your side, you are a warrior; you are a monster; you are sister or you're a brother; you are unwanted; you are a friend and an enemy; you are different.

You are a shapeshifter. A race of old who can change their form into another creature. The most powerful and fabled of them can shift into whatever they wish. However, that accounts for none of the Broken or the Lost. Each person has one form, their true form, as they call it. Some are unicorns, others thestrals, there are lions and wolves, and even gryphons and hippogryphs.

Our land is shattered, but we fight for a solution. We fight to end suffering.

Our land is one detached from present civilization and culture. Though the time we live in is the present, we can be said to be backwards. None of us quite enjoy the use of firearms, for example. Our land has no electricity or running water. Our homes are erected of what natural supplies we can find: reeds, wood, leaves, grasses, and stone.

We call our home the Shattered Isle. It is an area ever plagued by conflict and fighting. Yet, in this, there is beauty. A magnificent river cuts the island in half, making the two sides clearly distinct, a natural border. In the north, where the Broken find their sanctuary, mountains pierce the landscape. In the south, home to the Lost, there are thick, dense forests. Surrounding it all, of course, an ocean with no end.

There is an area of flatland near to the river in the center. This is where the truth of our reality becomes clear. Bones and discarded weapons line the terrain, left to rot away until they are but faint fragments in the memories of the island’s inhabitants. No life sprouts on these lands as they are so often trampled by the feet of the opposing sides. It is rumored that the lives lost there still haunt the land. It is said that, at nights, the screams of the fallen can be heard, the very screams they gave when their life fled from their body.

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The Lost were the first group of misfits to come to the island. They established the community as a place for those different than the rest of the world to come for safety. Given their long reaching history on the land, they know it better than their opponents and tend to have the home ground advantage. Having their base in the middle of a forest, food is not commonly scarce, but there are often many dangers other than their enemies. Bears, wolves, and cougars roam the woods freely. They are not commonly shifters, but feral beasts. It should also be said that there are a number of poisonous snakes and spiders that crawl the land.

The members of the Lost themselves are of a wide array of personalities. There is no way to characterize them all together as each is their own. However, overall, their military strategy is typically more thought out. They are sneaky rather than bold. Stealth is their friend and the shadows are their home.

I am not afraid of the storm that comes my way
When it hits it shakes me to the core
and makes me stronger than before
It's not a question about trust
but will you stand with us
Can you feel it, make it real

-Ranks-

The leader of the Lost is Damien Montgomery, they can shift into a qilin.

The medic of the Lost is Zaila Terry, they can shift into a qilin.

The lead hunter of the Lost is __open__, they can shift into a _____.

The alpha of the Lost is Alexandria Ryder, they can shift into a hellhound.
If the leader is a wolf, this role becomes beta. Otherwise, the alpha must still obey the leader.

-Species-

The unicorns are a group of magical horses, adorned with a horn atop their head. Included in this group are Pegasuses. Their abilities include, illuminating dark areas, and minor control over earth and small forest creatures.

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Name || Sex || Age || Username
Caelum Argo Leo || Male || Twenty || Stumpy STMP
Istabella || Female || Nineteen || ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ

The wolves are just that. They are like normal Earth wolves, but stand much taller. They are of a similar size to a bear, rather than the typical canine. Among the wolf pack are the hellhounds. These creatures are often either of bone and flesh, or of flame. Wolves have no special abilities aside from their strength and speed. Hellhounds are hardy and have minor control over flame.

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Name || Sex || Age || Rank || Username
Robin Thorne || Male || Twenty-two || Fighter || Revelry
Alexandria Ryder || Female || Seventeen || Alpha Fae || kdougfang
Samael || Male || Twenty-five || Fighter || ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ

The hippogryphs are close relatives to the gryphon. Hippogryphs are best described as a winged horse with the head of an eagle. They are about the size of a large lion. The elders of the species tend to exceed this range. Their special abilities include flying, of course, and increased speed.

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Name || Sex || Age || Username
Valentina Yuri Volkov || Female || Twenty-four || eternally silent

The qilin are an interesting species. They can very greatly from individual to individual. Some are more like a feline, while others share more traits with an equine. One thing that is shared no matter is their dragon-like head. Their abilities are also shared, all qilin can walk on water as well as breathe flames. None of them eat meat and they despise those who would desecrate the natural land.

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Name || Sex || Age || Username
Zaila Terry || Female || Eighteen || Revelry
Damien Montgomery || Male || Twenty || r a i n d r o p s

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The Broken are quite a different group than the Lost. They are relatively new to the land, having come over only a couple of years ago. They chose to settle in the mountains where the danger of attack by other creatures is low. There are no poisonous creatures or plants to fear, no bears or wolves waiting to attack. The only problem therein is that food is short. There is little life other than the Broken. This makes finding food a challenge. There are a few scattered trees, but otherwise a trek to the forest is required for any sort of supplies.

Like the Lost, the Broken vary in personality from individual to individual. Their strategy in battle, on the other hand, is typically more brash and bold. They charge in head first with either distractions ready or tooth and claw flashing. If anyone attacks first, it is typically the Broken.

Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
You're wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

-Ranks-

The leader of the Broken is Darius Barret, they can shift into a gryphon.

The medic of the Broken is Aisling Resora Sares, they can shift into a panther.

The lead hunter of the Broken is Alex Mills, they can shift into a leopard.


-Species-

The thestrals are very similar to pegasuses, with one very distinct difference. Thestrals are rotting. They are the walking dead, to be blunt. Their face is rather birdlike, ending in a small beak. Their ribs and spine can be seen under their skin and their bat wings are often torn. The abilities of a thestral include flying and foresight, meaning they can somewhat view the future.

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Name || Sex || Age || Username
Rosalina LaRoux || Female || Nineteen || r a i n d r o p s

The big cats are a wide array of creatures. They can be lions, tigers, cougars, panthers, lynxes, or any other number of felines. They are the opposite of the wolves of the Lost, however, they are more independent. There is no structure to the group and each tends to be it's own. They have no magical abilities, but they are larger than normal felines, about the size of a large bear.

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Name || Sex || Age || Username
Alex Mills || Male || Eighteen || Ｒａｉｎ.
Aisling Resora Sares || Female || Twenty-one || Stumpy STMP

The gryphons are a noble race. They are the combination of any number of bird and feline. Most commonly they are the mix of a lion and an eagle. They are larger than the big cats and rely either on strength or speed to fight. They can fly and their screech has the ability to disorient those around them.

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Name || Gender || Age || Username
Darius Barret || Male || Twenty-five || Revelry
Aeron || Female || Twenty-three || ＲＥＢＥＬＬＩＯＮ

The karkadanns are close relatives of the unicorns. However, karkadanns are more similar to rhinos than horses. They have a bulkier and stronger build than unicorns. Their speed comes clear in charges. They often ram their opponents with the horn atop their head. Their other ability is apparent in their control over the element of water. They are the best choice when battling a qilin or hellhound.

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Name || Gender || Age || Username
Erika Thorne || Female || Nineteen || Revelry

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-Roleplay Rules- (Must be followed)

⚜ All site rules apply.
If you are not familiar with these by now, please, for your own good, take a few minutes out of your day to go read them. As difficult as it is, no swearing, keep romance relatively clean, and violence away from puke incurring goriness.
⚜ Try to keep genders even.
I am going to ask that, if you are willing, make a character of both sexes. I understand finding it difficult to roleplay as one or the other, but do put in the effort to try. It doesn't hurt, I promise. Take this from a girl who hardly know how to roleplay a guy a year ago and now I mostly roleplay males.
⚜ No fighting OOC.
Please, I mean, we are all here to have fun. Well, perhaps you are here because some goblin is forcing you to or it'll murder your... hamster. If you are in that situation, I greatly apologize. If you need me to call the police I have a phone nearby. In all seriousness, respect each other and have fun. Don't put anyone down or ignore them.
⚜ Make only as many characters as you can handle
I mean this. I don't want someone to have ten characters that they don't use. Hey, if you can handle ten characters then have at it. But, if you can only handle one and you know you can, don't worry about the gender rule. Just stick to however many characters you can keep up with. But, if you do want two characters, please make on male and one female.
⚜ Make an effort with each post.
I understand that everyone is at a different level in writing skill. You may not be able to make much more than a sentence response. And that is perfectly fine. But, I want you to put in effort. Do your best each time you reply. No text talk. Give who your roleplaying with something of substance to respond to.
⚜ Be logical and realistic.
I didn't think this was a problem until I started roleplaying again. Alright. Let's get this out in the air right now. Your character isn't invincible. They cannot dodge every hit or land every strike. No species can run the length of the island in a second. You cannot throw a gryphon. No person will use a weapon in their shifted form (I swear, if I see a unicorn wielding a bow, I will personally strangle you). Just use common sense and I will love you forever.
⚜ If you have suggestions, bring them up.
I will be setting up a discussion forum for these to go. On the topic of the discussion form, the rules for that will be posted there. Please refer to them if you plan to post there.
⚜ Characters are allowed to have pets, to an extent.
I will allow your characters to have a pet if you see it fitting. But, I do not want any tigers or Pegasus pets. Keep it in the realm of possibility, alright? I'm fine with dogs, no wolves, simply because that's weird when we have werewolves already. Small creatures are fine. Don't pick anything that can greatly turn the tide of a battle.

-Clan Rules- (Can be broken at the risk of punishment, determined by the leader)

⚜ There will be no contact with the other side.
If two people from opposing sides are caught together, they will be branded as traitors. Punishment includes banishment, death, or confinement.
⚜ Do not turn on your own brethren.
Do not fight among your tribe or face the punishments as such.
⚜ Do not leave base alone.
This is for your own safety.
⚜ If any person is caught in the battlegrounds before battle, punishment will be swift.

T̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶m̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶p̶l̶y̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶b̶a̶s̶i̶c̶ ̶l̶e̶v̶e̶l̶.̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶n̶t̶a̶s̶t̶i̶c̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶e̶i̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶m̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶p̶l̶y̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶m̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶e̶n̶.̶ ̶P̶u̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶v̶i̶t̶y̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶a̶b̶i̶l̶i̶t̶i̶e̶s̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶m̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶i̶r̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶m̶p̶r̶e̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶.̶

Edited: 5/14/2014
Since this part seems to be so often ignored and people just copy the form willy nilly. I am no longer going to provide a form. Make your own and make it look good. Please don't just center your text or make a few things bold. Add some design, cool symbols, quotes, pictures, etc. I don't care how you do it, just put effort into your form. Do NOT just copy the form of someone else and fill it in with your character's information. That is a surefire shot at being rejected.

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(Reserved just in case ^_^)

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When Rome's in ruins, we are the lions
Free of the coliseums
In poison places, we are anti-venom
We're the beginning of the end

Name>> Darius Barret
Darius is a man with no aliases. He goes by no nickname (as far as he knows). Call him by either his first or last name and he will respond.

Sex>> Male
Darius is a heterosexual male with no wishes to be of the other sex.

Age>> Twenty-five
Darius is at a rather prime age for leading a clan. He is not too foolishly young, nor is he cripplingly old. He has plenty left in him to last the war.

Specie>> Gryphon
The male is a rather intimidating force, especially when he shifts. His gryphon form is rather unique, possessing spikes along it's tail, coming to a blade like tip. He is the largest of the gryphons, one of the few reasons he was set in charge. Heritage had some part in it, but that can be stripped away in a heartbeat if one is not strong enough to secure the position.

Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won

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We are wild, we are like young volcanoes
We are wild, Americana, exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?
Yeah!

Personality>> Bold. Short tempered. Aggressive. Stubborn. Protective. Secretly caring. Dutiful.
Darius is one of those people who has to be taken with a grain of sand. He is bold, not one to bite his tongue and refrain from making his opinion known. If he does not like you, it will be blatantly clear. If he thinks your idea is flawed, he will tell you. Under his rule, it's hard to get away with much of anything. His temper is a short fuse, leading to a massive pile of TNT. When he is set off, which doesn't take much, he erupts. Any small attack to his personal pride or his clan will have him flaming with anger. It is best to stay on his good side lest he decide to make your life as painful as he possibly can.
On the other side of things, Darius is not all bad. He is extremely protective of anyone who manages to get close to him. He would give his life for anyone of his clan. When he is not under the stress and pressure of war, he jokes around a lot. Sarcasm is a big part of the gryphon's attitude. Moreover, those truly close to him know that he is caring. It is a stretch from the harsh ruler he appears, but it is undoubtedly the truth.

History>>
Darius has a rather simple past. He moved to the island with his parents and older brother when he was about the age of five. His father was the pioneer of the Broken, making him the first leader. He was a strong and fair leader, though he was known to be stern when it was needed. Darius was often enthralled in every action made by his father. He dreamed of one day stepping in his shoes. However, his brother would be the one to take the throne. Darius still clung to the hope that he could win over the title from his brother. However, it would come to be that he would not actually have to face his brother.
The day the fighting began was all a fluke. It was a chance encounter between two of the opposing factions that left one dead. The son of the Broken's leader was killed that day. Darius lost a brother. They had never been the closest, rather they had been rivals. Certainly, the gryphon mourned the loss of one of his only friends.
His future as a leader, however, was secured.
He spent his yeas fighting and training, learning to be the best that he could be. Meanwhile, he was a reckless and mischievous soul who often had his nose in trouble. A brush with death quickly brought him to his senses.
There was one particular battle that is remembered by all. It has sense been named the Battle of the Fallen. Both sides lost many warriors, countless souls fell, leaving the dwindled numbers that remain today. Darius was fighting alongside his father when the elder's neck was torn open by a wolf. Only days later, his mother perished of depression and an infected wound. He was thrown into a leadership role much sooner than he anticipated.
That said, he quickly adapted and learned the ropes. He has since become a strong leader, known as a fearsome man.

Come on make it easy, say I never mattered
Run it up the flagpole
We will teach you how to make boys next door
Out of ***holes

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Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won

Clan>> The Broken

Rank>> Leader

Pet>> None

Quotes/Song Lyrics (c) Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy
Face Claim: Max Thieriot

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We were the ones who weren't afraid
We were the broken hearted
We were the scars that wouldn't fade away
How did we let go
how did we forget that we don't have to hide
We won't believe the lies again
We won't be paralyzed

Name>> Erika Thorne
Erika typically only goes by her first name. However, her brother will call her Horse. It is the remnants of a childhood game they had played as children.

Sex>> Female
That is all there is to it. Erika is a heterosexual female.

Age>> Nineteen
Erika is still considered rather young, but she is wise for her age. Her attitude and reactions are typically more developed than those more reckless in her age group.

Specie>> Karkadann
Erika is indeed a karkadann. Her form is a clear mix between a horse and a rhino. She has a braided mane that attests to the horse part of her being, the muscular and tough skinned build of a rhino, and the distinct sword horn of her species. She is, however, most comfortable in her human form and shifts only for travel or battle.

We can be who we are
Now we are alive
We can fight they cannot contain us
It's who we are
We are undying
We are forever

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We won't hide our faces from the light
Eliminate the space between us
It's who we are
We are forever
It's who we are

Personality>> Reserved. Displeased. Rebellious. Strong-willed. Gentle.
Erika is a girl of few words. She doesn't often say what's on her mind and tends to fade to the background on most things. She is never on the front lines of battle, if she is there at all, nor does she give voice to her unhappiness. Erika views the war as pointless. This is generally branched off of her history with the other side. She wishes to be able to see her brother without fear. This said, she is growing more and more rebellious. She does not respect the way Darius leads nor does she intend to stay under his rule for much longer, if she can help it.
When she is tempted out of her quiet shell, she will take a stand for what she believes. If she is provoked, she loses her patience and states her mind. Her will is rarely broken, making her stubborn as a mule. Yet, with all of this, she is gentle. When she speaks, it is softly and calmly. Some refer to her as the clan mother given her delicate demeanor.

History>>
Erika found herself engulfed in the war from a young age. Far too young that she now despises all fighting and does everything in her power to get away from it. She was born into the Lost clan. That is her home, where she belongs. But, along the way, her mother defected to the other side, taking Erika with her, leaving her father and brother behind. Erika had no choice but to go along with the Broken. She had to adapt to their way of life and the stern expectations. It was all so overwhelming for a little girl of her age, that she became introverted and now tends to stick to herself.
At the Battle of the Fallen, she too lost her remaining parent. She lost her mother. It was by that time that she was of the age of fifteen. She was forced to face her brother in battle. Her brother whom she could not recognize or tell apart from the other of his clan. They had nearly killed each other that day. Something stopped both of them, however. Robin let her walk away without an ultimatum.
It was a few weeks later that they encountered each other again. The reunion was bittersweet. They embraced and spoke of all that had happened all with the overhanging reminder that they could be killed for speaking to one another. Since that day, they meet in secret every so often. Their relationship is not known to any of the others.

We were the tears that passion cried
We were the sacrifice
We were the flame that wouldn't die inside
How did we go wrong
We will not forget
We will not be left behind
We won't give up the fight again
We won't be denied

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We will never die
We will never die
We will not deny
Now we are alive

Clan>> The Broken

Rank>> None

Pet>> Sage
Sage is an Irish red and white setter who is only about a year old. She is young and playful, making a good companion for her rather solitary owner. Sage can bring Erika out of her shell quite a bit.

Quotes/Song Lyrics (c) Who We Are - RED

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I need more dreams
And less life
I need that dark
In a little more light
I cried tears you'll never see
So **** you, you can go cry me an ocean
And leave me be

Name>> Zaila Terry
Zaila tends to stick to a nickname rather than her true name. She often asks people to call her Zay when she meets them. She finds it less formal and more friendly.

Sex>> Female
It's hard to imagine Zaila as any other sex than female, given her behavior more often than not.

Age>> Seventeen
Zay is quite young. She shows it as well. Her spirit and energy greatly outweigh those older than her.

Specie>> Qilin
Zay is the epiphany of her species. She fits the stereotype down to the letter. At the sight of any sort of meat, she nearly loses the contents of her stomach. She will not look at, nonetheless, consume a steak or any other carnivorous meal. It is best to stay away from her if you have stepped on a flower or cut down a tree. She will find out if you had done so, one way or another. Her form is nearly pure white, aside from the markings upon her face and the pink tones to her underbelly and tail.

You are what you love
Not who loves you
In a world full of the word 'Yes'
I'm here to scream

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No, no
Wherever I go, go
Trouble seems to follow
I only plugged in to save rock and roll
Rock and roll, no
Wherever I go, go
Trouble seems to follow
I only plugged in to save rock and roll

Personality>> Outgoing. Fiery. Friendly. Sassy. Sarcastic. Stern.
Zay will let no one get away with anything. If one does something that somehow affects her, she will find out and she will tell them off. However, Zaila isn't exactly the most threatening being altogether. Though she has enough spirit for a whole army, she is in a rather small bundle. The qilin is quite short, standing only about 5'5". Compared to the warriors of both clans, she is pint sized. Her attitude makes up for it. Zay will sass you until the end of the world. Her sarcasm is bitter, yet joking, all at once.
Her opposite side is not so hidden as most others would like it to be. So long as you do not give her reason to scold you, she is a very friendly soul. She is sweet as candy and only wants to see everyone else happy. This is the reason for her being a medic. She wants to help people, not bring them harm.

History>>
Zay's past is shrouded in mystery. Even she does not know where she came from. Or, at least, that is what she claims. The earliest memories she says to have are of chasing a deer through the woods as a young girl when she stumbled upon a stranger. This stranger offered her food and a home. She had been young at that age and took the offer readily.
She was brought to the home of the Lost and, after stating that she had no idea where her parents were, was taken under the wing of the doctor of that time. It was at that point that her life was engulfed by lessons, learning herbs and treatments, watching surgeries and check ups. She was to be the best medic, the future of the clan. That she strove to be.
There was little free time in her life, but she did have a chance to get to know some of the others as she grew older. Since then, she has made quite the name for herself. Since she experienced no distinct tragedy, her heart is not weighed down by memories of old.

Blood brothers in desperation
An oath of silence for the voice of our generation

Whoa, how'd it get to be only me?
Like I'm the last **** kid still kicking
That still believes

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I will defend the faith
Going down swinging
I will save the songs
That we can't stop singing

Clan>> The Lost

Rank>> Medic

Pet>> Chester
Chester is a black footed ferret who took to the qilin one day. The cunning critter is known to accompany Zay in pranks and general mischief around the encampment.

Quotes/Song Lyrics (c) Save Rock and Roll - Fall Out Boy

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I know I've got to try to look to better days
Well I don't feel right, yeah you know it's not the same
The weather here was nice but the sun has gone away tell me why those clear skies so suddenly
have changed

Name>> Robin Thorne
The only nickname Robin will respond to is the simple "Rob". Of course, his last name is always an option as well.

Sex>> Male
Straight as a pole, male.

Age>> Twenty-two
Robin rarely acts his age. He is often very playful, only acting as a mature adult when the time calls for it. Battles and debates, he can be well behaved, otherwise, he is just a little pup.

Specie>> Hellhound
If there was a picture definition of hellhound, it would have a photo of Robin. His true form is a massive beast with flame kindled within it, massive claws, and dark tendrils reaching from his mane. He is one of the larger of the hounds, a formidable opponent for sure. However, he has no ranking power. He can talk big all he wants, but he has no desire to be of a higher rank. Within the pack, he is respectful and loyal. There would hardly be a suspicion that he would be breaking any rules.

I don't know where I am going
I just hope I'm not alone
Oh I hope I'm not alone
Cause in this space there's no room for me to be sheltered from the cold
who really knows, who really knows

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Let's forget about the rain
Don't let your worries wash you away
let's forget about the rain
Hold onto the calm before the storm came

Personality>> Joking. Energetic. Protective. Curious. Patient. Sweet.
Robin is a bit of a poster child. He is hardly ever not cracking a joke or poking fun at one thing or another. The hound is best known for his ability to produce a cheesy joke on the spot whenever asked. It seems to be a special ability of his to lighten any situation. Some would say that he never wears out. That would be a lie, but he's very good at hiding it.
A trait that probably stems from his canine side is his curiosity. Robin is very inquisitive and questions everything. If something goes bump in the night, he is the first one to chase after it.
Despite his high energy normalcy, Rob can calm down. He is not one to anger quickly, unless someone he cares about is threatened. It is nearly impossible to damage his pride. Attacks against him, verbally, usually just bounce right off him with a smile. He will not return harsh words. Those that know him, even those not super close to him, know that he is a genuine sweetheart that does what he has to to keep his family safe.

History>>
Most of Robin's history was delved into in his sister's section. However, where their stories differ is when Erika was taken away.
After the girls had run, Robin watched his father take the blame for it all. He claimed that he forced them to leave. He hadn't. He argued that it was all his doing in order to try to save the hides of his, at that point, ex-wife and daughter. This lone act made Robin and his father a pair of despised individuals among the elders of the clan. No matter, Robin trained endlessly to hone his fighting skills. He worked his tail off to make his father proud, to redeem his family name. He did just that.
When the Battle of the Fallen came around, he earned back his name. He lost a father and nearly a sister, but he had regained standing within the clan. He had regained his sister.
Quite frequently, he goes against expectation and sneaks away to meet with his sister. This commonly breaks two rules. He leaves alone and he meets with a member of the other side. He has yet to be caught, to his knowledge, and is ever cautious of what he does.

When the sky overcast the clouds that darkens to gray I remember what I had
Oh I dream of yesterday, so caught up in the past
the memories don't fade, I know this wont last, in the past I can't stay

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Soon the sky will clear and dry up all your tears
and the sun will come to shine on you again
they will disappear and so will all your fears
and the storm that you've been hiding from will end

Clan>> The Lost

Rank>> Fighter

Pet>> Tamoya
Tamoya is a great pyrenees puppy. He is a spunky spirit who isn't so much Robin's dog, but the clan's. He chooses who to spend the day with, though Robin typically steals him away.

Quotes/Song Lyrics (c) Forget About the Rain - Trapt
Face Claim: Sean O'pry

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↳ ( Alexandria Ryder ( 17 ) ( Alpha Hellhound {wolf} ) ↲

— — — on the ballroom floor

naмe :: Alexandria Domique Ryder
nιcκ naмe :: Alex
gendeя :: Female
вιятнday :: July 29

— — — Mirror Mirror on the wall

нeιgнт :: 5 foot, 5 inches
cloтнιиg :: Alex pretty much wears whatever she wants whenever she wants to, thought most of the time she would be wearing lighter colors rather than dark such as sky blue.She never wears a dress as she is a pants kind of girl and most of the time wear regular sneakers.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: Her eyes are known to shift from their light blue color to a stormy ocean color whenever she grows mad which is often.[/url]
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: She only has her ears pierced as she in not into peircing. As for tattoos she does have quite a few which include a pair of wings on right shoulder colored white and black along with a howling wolf on her left shoulder[color]

[color=#404040]— — — Love is a song

cяυsн :: She does not think of crushes as she has other things to worry about
єχ(єѕ) :: None
вeѕт fяιeиds :: She does hang out with those that are park of her pack so I guess you can call them her friend

— — — prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel...

тнeмe ѕong :: The reluctant Heroes
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Straight
яandoм facт :: She is very interested in animals and even have a couple 'wild' animals as pets such as an albino deer she calls Snow that she found as a foal and raised it up to an adult that sometimes manages to track her down whenever it wants to.
ρєяѕonalιту :: Moka wasnt the somewhat well manered person she is today. She is now most of the time serious but she can have her playful moments around her friends.But one thing for sure is that you done ever want to end up on her list or else you better watch your back.
Sub-Species ::Alpha Hellhound [wolf]

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(Love it! Accepted <3)

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(Thanks, I will try to add a male if my computer acts right^^)

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(That would be awesome! But there is no rush~ coming from the one who still hasn't finished her characters)