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[sweater]

this is my last bump too for today ahhh
also thank you to the lovely person above me uwu

{am noooot u r a cute bum and an amaze roleplayer ok
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[Hakana]

(I'm Equine's friend. This is a rather old form so just let me know if anything needs changed. )

Ｏｌｉｖｉｅｒ "Ｔｒｉｐｐ" Ｒｉｍｍｏｎ

Birthday? Possibly sometime during an earth spring, cool tinted with a soothing heat. He was born on earth accidentally, it did not affect his angelic status.
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Gender? Male.
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Height? 6'6 nearly 6'7
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Health? He has less healing properties than a typical angel yet still superior to humans, his body tends to loose strength due to being born on earth, it made him weak and sickly as a child. He got stronger with age and patience.
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Eyes? Light blue with flecks of green and brown.
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Hair? Jet black, along with black thick eyelashes and a smooth face.
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Body? He is muscular and well built, being an angel forced his body to tone and burn due to it's need for superiority and strength.
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Addictions? Drinking and smoking,
he took to drinking after loosing a dear friend.
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Tripp is a young Frenchman, from Côte d’Azur; the Mediterranean coastline of southeast France, otherwise known as the French Riviera. His vessel in his own right was merely a commoner, he himself was born in 11 AD, versus his vessel being born in 63 AD and immediately taken over the year of 83 AD leaving him frozen in age and indefinitely locked away with an all powerful being ripping apart at his soul. Tripp was arrogant while younger, aggressive was normal. He was every angels dream yet a beautiful nightmare, his soul tainted with a desire for power. Samuel was sure he could shatter glass just by thinking about it, explode human brains inside their own skull. With his attitude it felt terrifying yet the most intriguing trait. It was spectacular to watch how he mellowed out over a span of hundreds of years, developing insane quirks yet keeping a straight face that was simply begging to be broken. He lacked all principles of simple trust, even if it was gracing another with a smile. He became more aggressive than Samuel could remember from his teen years, though more passive; if he snapped, it was over. He recalled from the beginning that touching the angel's face would be enough to make him uncomfortable, much less anything other then a handshake.

Around 300 AD Tripp had met Samuel, Their friendship had come upon in a strange fashion. Sam nearly had his head bashed in. His wings shredded by a fallen. Despite the depleting condition they were in from his not-too-kind trip to earth. First he remembered the scenes of brutality upon his army of beautiful winged creatures. The broken and burned bodies of their once grand glory, golden grass trampled and stained with dark blood of the heavenly. It was everywhere, eyes lit and trained to death. But there he lay, wide awake with flaxen wings torn beside him. Sam was screaming, sobbing, unable to move out of the paralyzed agony. He could feel his pain, his sadness and desperation that permeated the world around. He could feel his desire for death and the realization that he had been defeated. To defy immortality and sink to the scum of the demons. But there he lay eagle spread and bleeding like a pitiful creature. Tripp knew he would never meet a fate so demoralizing himself, so how could he leave him? Tripp was not suppose to associate with lower rank angels, being of a blue blooded preset security. But there was always that deep curiosity. For a brief moment, Tripp was convinced that this was the right thing to do for him. In the struggle it would generate for both, if he was to die. He would be free of his angelic status, his worries. But his plea called to him, a shrill cry for his name. His assistance. A shattered cry for help that echoed from the shadows and from his feet. "Don't let me die this way, Olivier." He called from the oblivion of disgust his body had wallowed in. Blood, dirt and disgusting open wounds littered and spoiled his once angelic figure. Beautiful green eyes peered from the darkness. How could he leave him to die when he was all he desired to be?
Even after he had patched the man up as a young angel it never seemed to last, even being as naive as Tripp he never was as injured as Samuel always seemed to be; even though he had been fallen for only so long it had taken much patience to not retreat to hell as it would be a step up. Tripp had gone until 405 AD to fall for the first time, the first he was to be cut off from heaven and loose any signs of being royalty; after that he fell under the very thin grid. With a soul bounty on his head, it took hundreds of years to even show his own face to anyone but Samuel. Then he met Kate, a sassy little brunette with a fire on her heels and an archangel status, she was the one to rise him from ashes and make something of the powerless being. She set him as a guardian and he worked to Archangel status quickly. Even in his dept to her she betrayed him after he became infatuated with a young girl by the name of Antoinette; she accused him of treason to the Lord himself. He fell again to the weakest he had been, that was when Samuel realized he was loosing any sign of strength, it took too long to recover. Tripp explained himself in his worst, telling the young fallen of what blasphemy he was. Though it stirred concern, he took to being powerless faster then Samuel, but he relapsed on booze after learning Antoinette had died without him there, by Kate's hand.
Already seasoned with loss and age, Tripp was losing to a bored mind and an anxious Samuel. For weeks Tripp hid away to his own devices, building anything and everything that could kill an angel; though trauma to the soul was seemingly the only way, he kept trying for a physical weapon.
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Tripp disappeared suddenly in 450 AD, loosing all signs of ever being present while recalled to Heaven to install himself into his heritage, gaining his strength and melting away the boredom that was eating away at him. He reached his highest between 500 AD and the 1500s. By the time Samuel saw his face again he was tense and ridden by responsibilities of an A grade Archangel; every breath he took was worshiped by humans, as he possessed a self worth above all else.

[Elemental Rift]

bump! uvu;;
taking to waiting one last day or two - both to let people perfect their forms (including me, bleh), and to see if someone else will join (if they don't i'm totally making one other character hhh).

[sweater]

Ａｌｅｘａｎｄｅｒ  Ｈａｌｅ

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Alex Hale, full name Alexander James Hale, identifies as a capall uisce. He surfaced in the town of H along with the other shapeshifters; where he came from, how he got there and any other details of his past are kept to himself. He may or may not even remember how he came to be; either way, he doesn't intend on sharing his history any time soon. His physical appearance would suggest that he's only around twenty or so years old, but he could be of any age. He might have been alive for hundreds upon thousands of years before he and the other shapeshifters began appearing in H, but since they appeared so suddenly and mysteriously, his age age remains unidentified. His secondary form is a massive equine creature, its pelt the ashy gray color of clouds during a heavy rainstorm and its mouth full of serrated teeth that have the capability of totally mutilating an enemy. His uisce form is about the size of a shire horse, but is built with a much leaner and graceful frame. When in his human form, Alex is, surprisingly, generally a happy person. Despite that the area he lives in has been utterly destroyed and dominated, he manages to be lighthearted. He smiles quite often (he has a nice smile, notably) and likes to make others smile, even in a seemingly hopeless situation. People that are consistently bitter or angry upset and bore him. As a uisce, however, he lacks personality. In fact, shifting is rather unfortunate for him as he will become considerably more violent and impatient. Being more intellectual in this form, Alex has a tendency to harm, injure or evil kill anyone threatening him, whereas he'd at least attempt to work things out as a human. His secondary form is very useful in a serious fight or in many other urgent situations, but is rather inconvenient for him to be forced into shifting; such as when it rains.

{Edited a little! c:}

[sweater]

{One final bump for my favorite buttmunch. c8

Bonus cute kitten for added effect.}

[Elemental Rift]

woof look at this
we'll be starting tomorrow and the first subplot should be up in around four days!!

[lynettetan1]

I will join with a female werehyena. )

Alair

"Often, those that seem the happiest, are the darkest of us all. The prettiest of smiles hide the deepest secrets."

Just a taste.
Name: Alair
Looks:http://supermalade-stock.deviantart.com/art/Free-stock-sleeping-girl-179770865
This picture is not mine, I got it from deviantart, I think it was allowed.
Description: Alair is a simple girl. She is the normal height and weight of a girl of 18, though her limbs look long and defined, making her look taller then she really is. She has fair skin, which tells of a life generally spent in darkness or indoors. What really stands out about her is her shoulder length red hair, which is her normal hair colour. She has dark olive coloured eyes that always seem just a little day dreamy, and always has a grin upon her features. In her werehyena form, she looks like a normal spotted hyena, except much, much larger, and much more bad tempered.
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years old.


Things left unsaid...
Personality: Alair is quite the whimsical being. With a funloving and carefree attitude, she leads others to believe that she is naive, or unknowing of how this world works. Some wonder how she isn't dead yet. However, they cannot be more wrong. Alair knows full well how dangerous this world is, she simply doesn't find it very fun to walk around with your eyes and ears alert all the time. She simply dances through life, and anything that comes her way, she simply accepts it as it is. Perhaps because of how she is a hyena when she changes, she has the ability to eat anything remotely edible and gain nutrients from it, without getting a stomachache such as decaying flesh, or even month old bones. She has a brief knowledge of her werecreature form, but doesn't think much about it. All she really knows is that every full moon she turns into something, then wakes up naked the next morning in god knows where, but usually with a full belly. As such, she has developed quite a large amount of tolerance for randomly ending up butt naked, and often has many clothing articles stashed around town and the surrounding forest, just in case.

History: Alair doesn't really have much of an eventful history. She grew up with her family consisting of three children and their parents, and she had a sister and a brother. Her sister was always obsessed with her looks, so Alair spent most of her time with her brother, learning how to fight and hunt. She didn't really have much of a care for beauty, and even lobbed her hair into a rough, boyish hairstyle, which her mother grieved quite a lot over. Being a bit of a headache for her parents, she continued on with life. One day, when she was about 10 years old, she was sleeping in the woods with her brother, as they were out on a hunting trip. Suddenly, she was awoken by her brother, and when about to complain, he shushed her, just as a large, furred creature came into view. It looked almost grotesque, with sloping shoulders and a large head. But Alair knew it wasn't fashioned for beauty, but more efficiency and strength. It was much larger then both Alair and her twelve year old brother, and spotting them, it ran towards them. Till this day, Alair still wasn't sure what really happened, but she felt teeth clamp over the entire of her right arm(Being that it was a large beast, and she was only ten) before her arm was wrenched out, and she was shoved back as the most blinding pain shot through her right arm, making her scream in agony.

Alair doesn't remember a fight, but there must have been one. When she awoke, she was alive and in the undergrowth, with a healed arm, and an unconscious brother. She doesn't know how, but she hauled him over her left shoulder and ran back. They got her new clothes, and she waited anxiously for her brother to wake up. But when he did, he all but screamed at her, trying to get away from Alair as she stared with wide eyes. From his words, she gathered that she changed into a similar beast, about the same size as the other one(Female spotted hyenas are larger then males, and the other one was older, so they would have been about the same size.) and warded it away, before changing back at dawn. Alair was shocked, and her mother and father just took the boy to be spouting nonsense, but he never went close to Alair again.

But Alair didn't mind. In fact, she was having a lot of self discovery to do. She quickly realised she had a greater physical prowess then she did before, and that she healed more quickly, too. She continued this way, and realised she shifted every full moon, luckily also whilst she was out hunting, so she made a note to always be out on a full moon. When she was fifteen, however, vampires attacked her town whilst she was in her hyena form, and her instinctual self knowing hyenas were bad news, she fled. She ended up in Hyancinth town that morning, further then her hyena had ever taken before, but quickly got to work on making herself comfortable. And so, here she is now, at the age of eighteen.

The little things...
Hates: Vampires. She doesn't know why, but she gets an uneasy feeling when they are around her, perhaps because they are the only thing that can do a lot of damage to her. She also hates it when others underestimate her. She also hates hot weather.
Loves: Nature-its beautiful-, winter -its cold.
Strengths: Better speed and strength then most humans, quick recovery, can eat anything.
Weaknesses: Can't control her shift, too happy go lucky for her own good sometimes, Vampires.

Ties that bind, ties that break.
Family: all dead(though she doesn't know it.), from the vampire attack her hyena saved her from.
Children: None.

Random stuff I couldn't put anywhere else.
Other: Nothing, really.

[Elemental Rift]

woah, lynettetan1; i didn't notice you! ;w;
you can just post your forms in that reply, if you would like!

Paralian's WIP is excused since it includes the information required.

[avanhellica]

{{This looks like a lot of fun I hope you don't mind if I quietly slip a form in before you start tomorrow ^^; Imma make a male vampire that I never got a chance to use :C Would I be allowed to make another character? A shape shifter? I wasn't sure, but I promise I read the rules! I was just a bit confused~

αɠҽ; Looks between 21 and 24. ɠҽɳԃҽɾ; male ʂρҽƈιҽʂ; vampire
Vintello is the kind of vampire to make you crave him and yearn to be with him and learn more about him. He knows the perfect way to talk about himself and act without giving too much information away about himself. Vintello actually seems to have two different personalities, though he's not quite to the point of it being called a disorder. The one side of him is ominous and beautiful and handsome. Being chivalrous and flirtatious towards anyone he pleases. While many vampires go simply on beauty alone, Vintello tries to even the two out, looking for people who are both intelligent and beautiful.

But then there's the more...crazy side. He's incredibly passionate and poetic during these times, but in a dark and foreboding manner. He can be downright moody and pouty in a way that seems to be towards himself only; as if he's not pleased with himself. When this happens he tends to laugh at the most random of things or things that tend to be only going on in his mind. Many people say he is tormented by something, perhaps something regarding his past.

Likes; Cooking/Baking, reading, partying, fire
Dislikes; Rude/ignorant people, the sun {he hates florescent lighting more}, dogs, technology
Skills; Enhanced senses, quick reflexes, can speak multiple languages
Weaknesses/Bad Habits; Tight spaces, smoking, tends to scare people off, the sun, swimming, people he manages to care for

αɠҽ; Twenty-two ɠҽɳԃҽɾ; female ʂρҽƈιҽʂ; shape-shifter
Darkly seductive and completely independent, Raine is a dangerous creature to play with. Upon first meeting Raine one might think of her as coy; reserved. A shy girl that acts like she doesn't know how beautiful she is. She'll get you to trust her with a wink of her eye, drawing people in with her natural charm, talent, and pulse pounding excitement. To put it simply, Raine is a manipulative soul. She's found that hurting people and being an unreliable lover is the only way to get things you want in this world. Raine is quite cunning and witty, with a sharp tongue and a short temper. Easily agitated, she'll normally resolve to a verbal argument as opposed to a physical fight, using a ride arrange of colorful words to express her irritation. On the other hand, she can normally talk her way out of trouble using her irresistibly enticing voice which can turn practically any person's mind to putty causing them to completely forget why they were even arguing with such a magnificent specimen.

Despite her lack of caring, she does actually feel things. She prefers to keep all the emotions that could hurt her in the long run locked away in the recesses of her mind. Rarely does she unlock them and just as uncommonly do the emotions leak and give way on her face. Raine is incredibly gifted at holding grudges, though, and it should be noted that if you make her angry, double-cross her, or do anything to tick her off she will find you and do something twice as bad to you in return. What she decides to do, depends on how angry you've made her. She'll never forget someone that has wronged her, but on the flip side, she will also never forget someone who has done her great good. She just might not act very thankful.

Likes; Church (surprisingly), sweets, caffeine, animals, nature
Dislikes; Pretty much everyone, baths, the cold, rain
Skills; Can pick locks, lying, good at detecting liars
Weaknesses/Bad Habits; Stealing, vanity, cocky, easily jealous

[Elemental Rift]

haha, i didn't notice the hole i left there until you did! uvu;;
yes, of course; you can definitely make a second character! i don't mind a bit (and since i had to, it would be silly of me not to allow you to!)

thank you for the compliment hhh; it's been a while since i've had even a moderately successful roleplay and at first it seemed as if nobody would join!