[ ❛ ━ ♛ DEADLY SINS ❜ ] DISCUSSION

My gallery · by **artemis,** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:32 pm

accepted.
y'all have such beautiful characters i'm deceased.

My gallery · by **l i o n.** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:37 pm

Money Made Me Do It

Diamonds in my chain gold
Every 20 minutes, change clothes
I had a mil before the label
Just as long as they know, money made me do it
I said rest in peace to Bankroll
You in a better place, dog
You won't ever see me lay low
Start the engine, watch me take off, money made me do it

Kellan Neymar
Pronounciation:Kell in
Nicknames:Kell. Scar.

Gender:cis male
Sexuality:heteroflexible

24 | twenty four years old
Birthdate:February 27th

Money Made Me Do It
Take a ride when we wake up
Hit the gas, melt your face off
Spend the day counting cake up
With a dime who think I changed up
I took the Lincoln down Rodeo
Ran through it like some Drain-o
Lot of bags, can't complain though
We was shopping until they closed

Kellan is a shell of the man he once was, to put it simply. Once full of vivacious life and a thirst for rambunctious adventure, his newest gig has left him a mindless husk. The light has left his once smoldering gaze and he has been reduced to nothing more than a pawn in a war that wasn't his to fight. It makes perfect sense, really, to recruit him; this strapping young man is the product of a disciplined upbringing with a military man as his father. Kellan knows structure, strength, technique, and strategy like the back of his hand. Though typically a more docile creature who is more interested in nurturing others and cracking jokes, the control of his actions brings out the worst parts of him that he'd fought so hard to dampen. His most primal instincts are put on display; kill first, ask questions later. Every now and then he is allowed some clarity, but the realization of the atrocities he's committed only serve to push him further into the clutches of the government. Unable to live with his actions under their control, he allows himself to remain unaware like a coward. An inability to control his actions has left him bitter and cynical.

Likes:tattoos. games of whit.
Dislikes:cliche people. overly friendly creatures.
Fears:being stuck at a desk from 9 to 5.
Dreams:to take back himself.
Hobbies:anything that keeps his mind sharp.

Family:Father- Eowyn
Significant Memories:the death of his father

Best Friend:Anyone willing to put up with his cynical nature.
Crush:N/A
S.O.:TBA
Ex-S.O.:N/A
Enemies:"Without a doubt. It's what I do best."

Height:6'2".
Eye Color. Hair Color.:warm brown. clean shaven.
Weight: About 175.
Body Type:Tall and stocky, like a bull in a china shop. just without the china.

My gallery · by **l i o n.** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:38 pm

artemis, wrote:
accepted, she's lovely. <3

Awww thanks! she's actually some Insta model and I genuinely stalked her for so long after finding her and I'm not even ashamed c:

My gallery · by **d0gteeth** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:39 pm

you're accepted, we're waiting on five more people.

My gallery · by **Kotayle** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:44 pm

Working on forms for 1 Shifter (Male), 1 Pup (female), and 1 Assasian (Male) I believe that's all that's really available =)

My gallery · by **Lᴇᴘᴜs** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:44 pm

artemis, wrote:
accepted.
y'all have such beautiful characters i'm deceased.

I'm deceased as well but mostly because mobile is legit killing me. But thanks! Sorry again for the delay!

My gallery · by **d0gteeth** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 2:59 pm

IMPORTANT

My gallery · by **. nash .** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 5:36 pm

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𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 ！！
𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 ！！
𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 ！！
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kodi has always been
a very goofy guy. he
has never been very
good at taking things
seriously. he is prob-
aby the nicest guy
around though. his
naivity causes him a
lot of issues though.
he trusts too easy
and tends to fall vict
im to other's will po-
wer. kodiak just wish
es to make everyone
around him happy ev
en if that involves sa
crificing himself. it is
a bit of a probem.

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kodiak is also not the bright-
est bulb in the box. he has al
ways been more content to
follow another's rules than to
make up his own. it's probab-
ly the whole reason he in this.

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──────── [ 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. ] ────────

kodiak is generally determi
ned to finish anything he st
arts. he doesn't like to lea-
ve things unfinished. at lea
st the male has that going
for him. you can at least kn
ow he will finish the task.
or maybe that' not good.

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kodiak may be a tick smart
er than he would lead most
to believe. it's quite benefi
cial when everyone thinks
you are dumber than a box
of rocks. of course, he isn't
some genius, just not as stu
pid as many claim him to be.

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𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 xxxx
xxxx𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

001. kodiak robert charter
002. cismale 003. 21 004.
kod or kodi 005. a shifter
006. bisexual panromantic
007. wonders how he even
got into this massive mess.

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the male shifter has always stru
ggled between the idea of right
and wrong. he always seems to
be doing the wrong thing even
if the right way is slapping him
in his face. seriously, he is like
a puppy who needs proper guid
ance or else he is causing issues.

My gallery · by **Kotayle** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 5:56 pm

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Vaereck (Vahr-wreck). He doesn't have a last name, it was taken from him at a young age.

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Male

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Twenty-eight

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Shifter

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"I was born from the shadows of my past. Now I'm back to drown you in them."

When Vaereck was a child, he and his late sister, Kay were placed into foster care quite young due to their parent's untimely death. At the young age of 10, Vaereck was not only in charge of his little sister, but he took the brunt of the pain for most of the other kids in their foster home. Often protecting the smaller kids, he would take the blame and all of the pain that came with it. He would shoulder his little sister's workload without telling her and would shield her from the abuse. When they got food, Vaerick would give Kay anything from his plate that she could eat. The entire time he was suffering, he was smiling. Vaereck had to keep up the act to keep his little sister from turning into a broken shell of a girl. He learned to bear the pain. He came to yearn for it, because he knew it was making him stronger. Every hit that he took was one less aimed at his sister. As he raised Kay in the terror of a loveless childhood, he tried everything he could to keep her from the horrors but one night he wasn't there to save her. After her passing Vaereck slowly slipped towards the edge.

He needed some sort of release, a place to go where he didn't have to be looking out for someone. Late at nights, he would slip away to illegal fight clubs. In the shabby arenas, he could beat his anger and frustration out on others. The injustices could be met with bloody fists. The fighting became an unhealthy addiction that he justified with the money. Sometimes his fights would give him a couple of bucks. The money he spent on food for his sister, never getting enough to save. In the dark recesses of his life, the violence began to grow.

"It was always there, static. Now the poison has something to react to."

When Vaereck was eighteen and old enough to be out of the foster system, he was living on the streets, spending more and more time at the fight rings. It was never enough. The money meant nothing to him and it wasn't enough of an outlet for all of Vaereck's energy and rage. He started running with gangs and worked as an enforcer for loan sharks. On a night Dante will never forget, a gang fight went wrong. They were watching him. Having caused such a commotion in law enforcement, it was only a matter of time before he was found out and under their control.

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Brock O'Hurn__________6 feet, 3 inches__________Blue______________Here._______

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"In this world there are prey and there are predators. I choose the predator... You aren't getting a choice."

Vaereck is two different people. The man he was before, and the thing he is now. Earlier, he was a brother. A protector. He lived up to his job and made every decision and every gesture for Kay. If there was a bully, Vaereck took them out. Now, he is that bully and he has no choice in the manner.

"It's a funny lie that the world tells us. It says that we can pick what we want to be. Who we want to be, but that's the furthest from the truth."
Vaereck can feel a compulsion, an emotion in his soul that is pushing him to act. He's fallen off of the line between animal and human with a landing spot in hell. It isn't as if he is choosing to become the bad guy, he is acting as it. The evil has consumed and replaced him to the point that he isn't the one in control. The darkness has possessed him and beat him down. Vaereck has become the slave to the government.

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It isn't permitted

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Eighteen

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Assassin

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Cunning

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Fennec Fox

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Ketsiah, or Ketsy [if you're close with her] grew up relatively normal, she lived a decently charmed life with no major complications... that was until it came time to interact with the others in the pack. She was always on the small side... they thought her weak for her tiny fennec fox alternate shift, and her much smaller than the normal wolf form. She was bullied countlessly, told she would always be just a pretty face- and she had enough. Determined to prove herself to those around her, Ketisah started to watch the hunters from afar, she took note of their tracking abilities and their methods of being unseen until it was too late.

Next, she watched the warriors, she even trained with them for a time- finding joy in allowing them to get the better of her so she could learn new styles and methods. Ketsiah even tried scouting for patrol... but nothing brought her small size more joy than being the most unsuspected assassin.

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Loren Grey__________5 feet, 2 inches__________Blue______________Here._______

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Ketsiah is intelligent beyond her years, she enjoys spending most of her time with those older than her to learn the best way to approach any situation life may throw at her. Using her seemingly innocent and small appearance she is very good at luring in her targets, and if that fails, there's always the quick and painless method, but what fun is that? Ketsy often plays it calm and cool, she doesn't get overexcited about much and when she bonds with someone it's usually for life as her loyalties are difficult for her to break.

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She hasn't found anyone who can keep up with her just yet.

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Pup

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Dependant

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Snow Leopard

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Emily was being raised by both parents, she was an only child in a nice, but modest home. Her mother and father did not belong to the pack, they were just loners, hiding from the government and hoping their child would never get dragged into the war that was raging between the pack and the shifters. It was only a matter of time though before things would go horribly wrong. The day started out just like any other, Emily had been woken by her mother, and groggily walked her into the kitchen for breakfast. Her father had shortly joined after she sat down, opening his paper and sipping on his coffee when a knock came at the door.

Unaware of any danger, Emily's mother answered the door with a pleasant and usual smile, it hardly had any time to fade as she fell to the floor. There hadn't been a sound to the cause of death, no gunshot, no sound of a blade or sound of struggle... she had just fallen, and that sound enough was enough for Emily's father to pick her up and hide her in a lower cupboard they had always left empty. Emily remembers him telling her to stay quiet and not to be afraid, but the truth was, she was terrified. Her father closed the door, ending everything she had never known of her life.

She heard the storming boots through her kitchen, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor and later the destruction of everything around her. Emily didn't come out for hours- it may have even been a whole day, it needed to be quiet for her to feel safe. As she crawled out of the cabinet, Emily stood in front of a broken down table... shattered glass and stale pancakes scattered about the floor. The house was empty and left and ruin. Stepping back, her back hit the counter and she slid down, using it as support until she was on the floor, knees hugged to her chest. Her parents had been killed by shifters under the government's control, Emily, or as her parent's called her, Emmy, the girl was left to fend for herself, all alone.

Eventually, someone (Open if anyone is open to having a child that's not theirs) from the pack found her, coaxed her out of hiding and brought her in. She hadn't reached out much since she had been rescued, but it was only a matter of time before she got out of her shell a bit more.

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Brighton Sharbino__________3 feet, 11 inches__________Blue______________Here._______

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Emily was a rather rambunctious child, but now she's really only comfortable around those she knows and trusts. At first, the small girl is very timid and shy, unsure of who she can trust and who should and can talk to- especially after her parent's death- so she has adapted to his ways of social communication. Emmy is an extremely kind-hearted young girl, she prefers to help others than to tear them down and when it comes to people she is close with, she works quite hard to not only impress them but keep them proud of her. Working hard until she's exhausted, running as fast as she can, pushing every limit her little body allows, Emily would easily risk her own safety if it meant protecting others in the long run, sometimes it is best to have someone reel her in when she gets out of hand as she definitely has a tendency to overdo things. That was Emily before her parents passing. Now, she is quiet, reserved, more shy and timid, and seemingly helpless to do anything on her own. She craves safety and stability and will latch onto anyone or anything that gives her that.

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Too young to consider what that looks like.

My gallery · by **SunnyJustice** » Fri Jul 20, 2018 8:49 pm

Hey there. :)
I'm Spear of Justice, the co-owner. You can call me Justice or whatever really. Any pronouns are okay too, no real preference. I'm pretty chill and you can approach me with anything.
I play the Alpha Male, the gentleman Gavotte who's always there to support his pack. And the son of the Alphas, Parlando, who is just a calm and chill guy. Both are friendly and approachable, so feel free to build a friendship with them or speak to them or whatever. They don't bite!
I love everybody's characters so far. Very well done.

Apologies for the late introduction, I had to take care of some important family matters. :)