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ＨＥＬＤ ＹＯＵ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＡＲＭＳ ＯＮＥ ＴＩＭＥ, tri-wizard trn
tri-wizard tou ＬＯＳＴ ＹＯＵ ＪＵＳＴ ＴＨＥ ＳＡＭＥ!

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full form goes to - carrie dee. image and character goes to me.

ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ ｉｎ
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ＮＡＭＥ ;; her name is mistypool, though first mistykit, then mistypaw
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ;; female, she-cat, lady, woman, etc
ＡＧＥ ;; twenty eight moons and still counting
ＲＡＮＫ ;; she is currently a warrior of breezeclan.

ＨＥＩＧＨＴ & ＷＥＩＧＨＴ ;; 1 feet, 6 inches; 14 pounds
ＦＵＲ ;; she has a natural dusty, creamy, and olivish tan.
ＥＹＥＳ ;; her eyes are delicate pools of grey clouds.
ＢＯＤＹ ;; mistypool is generally a very, very distinct cat to recognize. she's unnaturally thin and petite in stature, stance, everything. her tiny head, narrow shoulders, and slender body make her seem very childish and soft. she's certainly not the tough and rugged type, shown clearly. she hasn't much strength but much, much speed and stealth.

ＦＩＲＳＴ ＩＭＰＲＥＳＳＩＯＮ ;; like wind: hard to really capture
ＧＯＯＤ ;; clever, sophisticated, honest, mysterious, realistic
ＢＡＤ ;; distant, faithless, blunt, two-faced, distracting
ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ;; mistykit, swallowkit, and cinderkit were forced into their parents world a little too early. so early in fact that poor swallowkit died before she was even fully entered into the world. cinderkit too, almost died. mistykit was the strongest of the three. morningstar of rushclan had to run soon after giving birth, and with the help of her mate juniperstrike, they managed to get their two remaining kits up in the tree and out of the flood waters. rushclan was destroyed entirely, dozens of cats dead. the remaining cats split up and went off on their own. juniperstrike lead his family for weeks until finally finding breezeclan. they were welcomed right in. when morningstar, now morninglight, juniperstrike, and cinderpaw all went out one windy evening, they drowned in the raging river just in oakclan's borders. mistypaw raised herself and as a sort of tribute to her family and past clanmates who all died by water, she added "pool" as the suffix of her name. mistypool is now a strong and very kind warrior.
ＣＲＵＳＨ ;; aspenfeather.

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ＳＨＥ'Ｓ ＮＯＴ ＯＮＥ ＴＯ

ｂａｃｋ ｄｏｗｎ ｆｒｏｍ ａ ｆｉｇｈｔ！

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the outside
current name: quailstreak
warrior name: quailstreak
gender: she-cat, female
age: twenty four moons
rank: proud warrior

fur: dark ginger and cream
eyes: ivy green irises
build: lean and leggy

the inside
main traits: alluring,
sarcastic, passionate
likes: climbing trees
dislikes: anything wet
dreams: to be leader
fears: drowning
secrets: her fear
family: all perished
crush(es): tba

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ｂａｃｋ ｄｏｗｎ ｆｒｏｍ ａ ｆｉｇｈｔ！

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the outside
current name: dustyedge
warrior name: dustyedge
gender: tom-cat, male
age: twenty four moons
rank: proud deputy

fur: dark grey and white
eyes: cedar brown irises
build: thick and lean

the inside
main traits: noble, brave,
sarcastic, passionate
likes: anything wet
dislikes: the dark
dreams: to be leader
fears: slow death
secrets: none
family: all perished
crush(es): tba

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full name: waverly vega
gender: female
age: seventeen
pack: sam uley's pack
rank: subordinate

first impression: too vain
best trait: dependable
worst trait: passive aggressive
dream: find mr. right
fears: cause of death

relationships: none atm
crush: to be appointed
family: cousin to sam
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name: hollis marie rine.
nickname: hollie.
gender: female.
age: seventeen years old.
birthdate: december 12th.
species: a panther.

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hair: coal black.
eyes: storm blue.
height: 5'8 ft.
weight: 121 lbs.
built: lithe; slender.

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good traits: observant, witty,
independent, respectful.
bad traits: introverted, shy,
prideful, opinionated, curt.

format to thorne.

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▬ ｃｈｅｒｏｋｅｅ ｔｒａｉｌｓ. ▬
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ＷＩＮＤ ＳＴＡＢＬＥ

▬▬ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＴＨＥＭ. ▬▬

meet astrid magnolia stele. at seventeen years old she is a bit of a trouble maker for her parents, the owners of zephyr winds stables. she has a tendency to ruin things for herself and basically light afire anything and anyone she loves, burning and scarring them to the crisp. she has a mare named cherokee trails, named for his native american patterns across his pelt. her barn name is rokee and she stands approximatly sixteen hands high and six years old. she is quite laid back compared to her rider.
astrid is a very competitive and flashy girl. she isn't the type to take responsibility for her actions. she is very unreliable except for cases in which involve horses. she is very passionate about what she loves and quite naive to life outside the ranch world in texas. her dream is to go live in the city and be independent. however, everyone but her knows its not the right lifestyle for her. terrified of commitment, astrid has never been the type to like being held down. she's a bit of a vixen. when it comes to her event of choice, cattle cutting, she is amazing at it, reaching high intermediate level.

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▬ ｌａｓｓｏ ｄｏｄｇｅｒ. ▬
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▬▬ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＴＨＥＭ. ▬▬

meet foster ryan blackthorn. at seventeen years old he is a bit of an obnoxious fool much like his parents, the owners of bitter creek stables. he has a tendency to speak out of turn and without thinking or sympathy, though he's given props for honesty. he has a stallion named lasso dodger, named for his ability to free himself of any rope hold. his barn name is dodger and he stands approximatly seventeen hands high and four years old. in comparison to his rider, there isn't much difference. they both are attention seekers with high prides and low tolerances.
foster is a very arrogant and cocky guy. he isn't the type to take realization of others feelings. he is very blunt except for cases in which involve those who hold a place in his heart. he is very sensitive about what he loves and quite guarded to other people because of his poor family situation. his dream is to have a new family, however its not likely to happen at all. terrified of losing people, foster has never been the type to open up to others. [color=#808080]when it comes to his event of choice, rodeo, he's pretty good, reaching high intermediate level.

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ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ

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and my aim is steady and true
as it's been right from the start

• millie rae fray
{ eighteen • damaged }
❝ there's difficulty in dealing with me.

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✶ - - - ❝ come now, a little bit closer. ❞

full name: millie rae fray
pronunciation: mill-ee/ ray/ fr-ayy
meanings: millie means 'gentle and
brave strength a name that suits her
perfectly.' rae means 'ewe' which is a
full grown female sheep. fray means a
disorderly fight or struggle.
goes by: mill, m, lee
gender: female
age: seventeen years old.
sexuality: straight

✶ - - - ❝ look into my eyes, my soul. ❞

weight: one-hundred and
twenty-four pounds { 124 lbs }
height: five feet, seven inches { 5'7 }
hair color: millie's hair is cropped chest
length and it is naturally straight, but
she wears it with loose curls. it is a
dark, oakey, mahogany brown shade.
eye color: millie's eyes are a delicate
hazel, lightening up like sand upon a
beach around her dark, empty pupils
that are almost always dialated.
there is a feeling of warmth that one
gets when looking in her eyes, though.
skin color: her skin is an olive tone,
soft and silk looking.

✶ - - - ❝ my life, forever in riddles. ❞

positive traits: gentle, elegant, mature,
determined, hopeful, insightful
negative traits: empty, distant, curt,
lonely, self-absorbed, aggressive
bad habits: quick to assume the worst,
poor listener, lies too often
good habits: keeps promises, doesn't
curse, loves with whole heart
fears: her parent's actions and how
they'll affect and have affected her.
dreams: her parents has been one of
many people who are taking advantage
of the system and innocent people. they
rule the city. millie has had enough of
watching her parents and many others
ruin other's lives and now dreams of
having just enough courage to stand
up and do something about it.
secret: her secret? her parents are one
of the biggest powers in the city of new
york. they've husseled and killed and
taken advantage of everything and
everyone and she's been apart of it as
well. they used her and manipulated
her into thinking she was doing the
right thing in protecting her family.
and now, she's doing everything she
can to get revenge against her family
and make up for her wrongs as well
as their's. and she wont stop.

✶ - - - ❝ never fiddle with love. ❞

past relationships: three, both in
which changed her forever.
current relationship(s): not now.
crush(es): tba
family: her parents, isadora and elias
fray; her younger sister, hailee.

Ｉｎ ｃｏｍｅｓ Ｍｉｌｌｉｅ.

--------ｒｅｇｒｅｔｓ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｏｌｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ，

ｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｒｅｌｉｖｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｄａｒｋｅｓｔ ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ.

[ millie rae fray ] - [ seventeen ] - [ female ] - [ indefinite, ]

-------"and as for your child, our family has no shortage of enemies, isadora. and she will no doubt inherit them all." isadora fray waved her hand, dismissing her brother's warning as unimportant. she saw no reason to fret.
-------"perhaps, yes. but no one would bother with millie! she's a meer infant, no threat at all." isadora placed her hands gently on the wall of the crib, turning her gaze from her brother standing in the doorway onto her month old daughter. same square face and cheekbones as her father's, same nose and lips as herself. isadora was half convincing herself that she was right; part of her believed her brother, made her want to get up and run like he said. but she didnt show this on her face at all. living in this city taught her to never portray any feeling of grief or apprehension, but only confidence.
-------"oh, yes she will. leverage, isadora, leverage! they'll kidnap her, i guarantee, just to get you to make a deal to benefit their company, squeeze a bit more money out of you. they'll come in ski masks, breaking through the garage door, getting past your high quality security, and take her, but not without putting a few bullet holes through some innocent people first."
-------isadora whirled to face her brother, a wild look in her eyes. "you sound so sure, james, as if your planning this yourself!" she froze for a moment, glancing down at her sleeping child once more. millie had only winched at the sudden shout, but then drifted back peacefully. isadora sighed, hardening her glare again as her hazel eyes turned back upon her brother. "you may leave now james. you've made your visit, given your warning, and i've chosen not to take it."
-------james shook his head in disbelief. "it's not as if you haven't got the money to get up and leave. you're one of the wealthiest families in this god awful city! staying here will murder your child, izzy. her blood will be on your hands, your fault." but isadora pushed those thoughts away because she could not handle them. just like you can not run from a war as large and destructive as this one.

Ｌｉｆｅ ｉｎ ｓｏｃｉｅｔｙ.

------ｉ ｃａｎ ｓｅｅ ｎｏ ｗａｙ， ｉ ｃａｎ ｓｅｅ ｎｏ ｗａｙ;
--------------------ａｎｄ ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｇｈｏｕｌｓ ｃｏｍｅ ｏｕｔ ｔｏ ｐｌａｙ.

[ classy ] - [ elegant ] - [ empty ] - [ distant ]

-------millie bit her tongue. she would not scream. wip

Ｆａｃｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｇｅｒｓ.

--------ａｎｄ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｄｅｍｏｎ ｗａｎｔｓ ｈｉｓ ｐｏｕｎｄ ｏｆ ｆｌｅｓｈ,

ｂｕｔ ｉ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ ｓｏｍｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｔｏ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ.

[ mocha hair ] - [ hazel eyes ] - [ 5 feet, 7 inches ] - [ 124 pounds ]

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*idea for top image formatting goes to vixen;.
format belongs to carrie dee.

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partial format to carrie dee.

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maeve is a selkie. unlike her sister, the mermaid, she is never
a half-anything; instead transforming on land, her true form
visible only in the cold rushes of the sea. peaceful, tranquil,
mysterious, she disappears into the depths of the ocean, both
curious and cautious when encountering humans. her fable is
often melancholy, for humankind fall in love with her beauty,
and will keep her from her form. thus she remains entrapped,
forever longing for the call of the sea, for her pinniped family.
taken advantage of, the selkie mirrors the true depravity of
humanity, her story whispered in the salt of the sea breeze,
embellished in legend and myth.
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name: maeve sutton rulee.
nickname: mae, vee.
gender: female.
age: seventeen years old.
birthdate: september 21st.
species: a selkie.

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hair: dark, golden brunette.
eyes: seaweed green-blue.
height: 5'7 ft.
weight: 109 lbs.
built: lithe; slender and nimble
skin: light, golden tan

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regal, intuitive, irrational, spirited, blunt, independent, witty

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her parents were bigshots, riding all across the country
on their trusty motorcycles and such. they've traveled
everywhere, seen everything, witnessed alot. they
learned to trust no one but themselves and their bikes,
harley davidson's limited edition of course. when it was
realized they were going to have a newborn, they were
forced to sell their rides, and settle down in the nearest
city: peakwater, california. it wasnt much, but savannah
and humphrey werent complainers and were desperate
for an established settlement. on august 15, 1993, their
little bundle arrived, smiles and all. what better to name
their daughter after the machine that carried them across
the country to no fail? harley. it seemed the perfect fit
for the bright eyed blonde. harley took on many things
head on, and has the scars to prove it. but there was one
particular thing harley took on that led to many surprises.
she tried it out all on her own, riding her bike into town on
the day after her seventh birthday. her parents had bought
her a movie about a surfer who succeeds in riding a wave of
historic size. much like any child her age, they see some-
thing in a movie, they begin this obsession. they prance
about the house, asking to be called by the main character's
name, watch the movie so many times they say the lines in
their sleep, and often dress like them. harley's case was
excessive. she'd literally snuck out of the house under her
parent's careful watch to go down to the beach and watch
the amateurs in their efforts. a teen by the name of billy
carmichael noticed her visits, on on her fifth one he said to
her, 'you know how to surf?" of course, the fiery spirit replied,
"if i did, i'd be out there, duh." after that, they'd meet up
every day and billy would teach her how to surf. when she
caught her first wave, she knew there would never be an end
to this obsession, that it would go on for as long as she was
able to smell the saltwater in the air, balence apon the board,
and see the waves crash before her. her parents were shocked
she realized her dream on her own, and at such a young age.
they'd eventually planned to have her be a motorcycle kid just
like they had grown up to be. they'd planned to eventually sell
the house, buy motorcycles, preferable harley davidson, and
ride across the country just like before harley was born, but
their dreams crashed while harley's swelled up. she'd found her
love, her passion. she had true saltwater in her veins.
sidebar goes to carrie dee.

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name: harley rae halsten
pronounced: harr-lee/ ray/ hal-st-ton.
meanings: she wasn't named for it's meaning, but because of her parent's bike of choice when they went driving across the states. so to them, the meaning of harley is "resilience, trustworthiness, and beauty".
nicknames: her dad calls her chief
age: eighteen years old and desperate to be older, like any teenager her age.
gender: female, obviously.
religion: atheist; she thinks that when you die, you die. that's it.

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weight: 129 pounds. she's not the skinniest but she's not overweight either.
height: 5 feet, 7 inches. she's all legs, i assure you.
hair: harley's hair is a light, sunkissed blonde, all natural of course. it will undoubtedly get more and more brunette as she ages - the same went for her parents' blonde locks, but for now it's safe thanks to the sun. it's naturally straight, something she dispises, as she sees other girls walking about with their natural waves. her hair is long, reaching past her chest in the front and stretching down towards the small of her back.
eyes: her eyes are naturally green with brown flecks dotted this way and that around her pupil. she particularly loves her eyes because she's never seen anything like them before.
skin: she's always been on the beach and has never seen her skin in any shade but a peachy tan. she has a birthmark, a dark blob, on the back of her leg just below her kneecap.
modifications: she has her ears pierced twice: cartilage and regular. she also has a boat buoy tattoo along her left side.

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first impression: she was born going fast.
personality traits: she is a very strong girl. harley never weapt on her first day of school, never clung to her father's leg and sobbed. she ran right into the kindergarden classroom and shouted over those who were crying, ''when's lunch?'' she didnt whimper the first time a bully tried to take her lunch money. she simply kicked him in the shins, pantsed him, and then skipped away. she didnt whine when she got her first ''f'' on a school assignment. she just took out a pen and changed it to an ''a''. you see, from the start harley's always been free-spirited, strong-willed, and a total hard-*ss. they say, you are who your parents are, and this is oh, so, evident.
fears: her fears are very irrational. she's terrified of the circus.
secrets: nothing really. she's not one for secret keeping, whether they're hers or someone else's.
random fact: harley has this strange facination with the sea, and because of this it results down onto her affection towards turtles and her love of surfing. if you give her anything that involves a turtle, she'd be a happy camper, but sea turtles only. if you say the word 'surfing' she'll hear it from a mile away and be the first to catch the first wave. if only she were that dedicated to her schoolwork.

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theme song: wild one by faith hill
favorite color: she's always gravitated towards deep sea blue.
favorite book: in the time of the butterflies by julia alvarez.
favorite song: drunk last night by eli young band.
favorite movie: the movie the way way back has always been a favorite.
favorite food: fritos and bean dip.
favorite drink: richie's diner's strawberry lemonade.
skills: harley has always been good at surfing. it didn't come naturally, she worked at it. on a deeper note, harley is a very persuasive person. with just a few bats of her eyes and smiles, she can convince anyone to let her have her way.

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past relationships: she's always been a hard one to hold on to. all of her past relationships never truly lasted - they were too short to even mention them here.
current relationship(s): just with the ocean.
crush(es): she thinks kai is cute.
best friend(s): as of right now she's a lone wolf.
past friends: so many, unfortunately. she's lost too many friends, it seems.
family: she only has a mother and a father, no siblings, no grandparents, no distant relatives. her mom's name is savannah halsten and her father is humphrey halsten.
pet(s): harley's parents would do anything for their daughter. literally anything. when she relinquished her love of sea turtles, it was ironic how moments later they found a baby one tangled in fishing nets. they rescued it, transformed the pool in their backyard into a turtle's oasis, and cured him back to perfection. kermit, harley eventually named him, was so young then, but now, he's all grown up. he still lives in her pool, being treated better than any turtle could hope to be.