[kittykore]

username:
name:
gender:
prompt:

[jupiter,]

username: Lovan456PlaysAJ
name: Aaron (or his nickname is arrow) ^^
gender: Male
prompt: When He Has A Friend Nearby, He Will Let Them Do Everything First. He Show So Much Kindness And Is Never Jealous Of Anybody.

[fab!.]

username: fab.
name: Ember (?)
gender: Male
prompt: Ember - or if that's even his real name - is an illusionist, a trickster... and a thief.
Being a wanted criminal isn't so bad - because you can use cheap, dirty tricks to get free -
even if it means adding onto your large bounty. Ember has pretty much stopped caring about
his whole bounty problem - and has a whole array of weaponry and sly tactics up his sleeves.

When in possession of his lucky fang [his magical artifact], he can manipulate small air particles
to his will, meaning that he can create small clouds - distractions, if you will. And that's exactly
what he does. Using smoke (which blends with his darker colours more) Ember temporarily blinds
his victims, and with a malicious precision, he steals whatever he values from them.

Despite his criminal history, Ember chooses to be... kind of a pacifist when it comes to fights - because
hurling a smoke bomb in someones face is better than killing them, right?

But... why does he fight, other than for the value of materialistic things? Not only to sustain a living,
but to protect something. His magical artifact, to be exact. In the kingdom of Narosila, magic was
banned by the cruel queen, Chromia. Most artifacts were destroyed - but few remained, specifically 10.

Out of 100's, maybe thousands, Embers is one of 10. The queens guard is a huge nuisance - with his huge
bounty over his head because of his possession of magic, he has to constantly change his name - and visit
the witch, Nyota, in order to change himself.

The more he is exposed to magic, the more 'embery he becomes' and this is a huge red flag for the guard,
it's extremely hard for him to change identities now - so he finds himself fighting more and more - fighting
to keep his home, his amulet, himself fed. But maybe he'll flee one day.

[endless shelter;;]

username: endless shelter;;
name:
gender:
prompt:
Res!

[otis,]

username: otis
name:
gender: male
prompt: “you said Greys Anatomy was what? if that sentence doesnt end with ‘cinematic masterpeice’ im gonna start swingin”

[Mythicalbeast]

username:Mythicalbeast
name:Noel
gender:Male
prompt: About to Rick out with his band

[mean&gay]

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user; mean&gay name; middleton gender; cis male

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prompt; mid is, to say the least, not the fighting type. he can barely get his opinion heard in petty arguments, let alone do any damage in a physical fight. and it's not that he doesn't have the ability to- he's a fairly strong guy- he just doesn't want to. he's a professor, for christ's sake, he can't exactly go around attacking whoever he fancies. so he tends to avoid conflict at all costs. but there was that one time...

- - -

mid blew out a huff of air, his breath visible in the cool winter atmosphere. it was late, almost too dark to see, but it was still noticeable as he exhaled. he leaned back against the glass pane of the bus stop shelter, sinking further into his thick coat and shielding himself from the chilled wind. the young kal was almost asleep when harsh voices snapped him into defence mode, like prey detecting predator. as he rose slowly from his sitting position, the owners of the voices came into view.

there were four of them, five if you count the poor soul they were kicking about. two of them looked to be about mid's age, maybe down to their late teens. the other pair looked a little younger, perhaps around eleven or twelve. and the little one they were bullying... it was hard to tell at that moment. no older than sixteen, for sure. mid stood his ground, watching silently through the squinted eyes.

as the group fully came into view, mid felt realisation wash over him. such a familiar face... soon enough, he recognised the smallest as a student from his high school. a surge of protectiveness struck him and, all previous fears out of the window, he hopped into action.

"hey!" he called out, careful to keep his voice firm but nonthreatening. the two older attackers paid no attention, but the younger two looked up briefly. a moment of quiet took place as the younger ones ceased their actions, working to grab the elders' attention. soon enough, all their eyes were on mid.

"what's going on?" mid continued, stepping cautiously closer. the four exchanged glances, muttering quietly amongst themselves before chuckling together and returning to their business. mid flinched as a particularly hard blow landed on the youngest's head, and he decided he couldn't stand and watch any longer.

"no, no, no, stop that!" he shouted, approaching the group confidently. when they continued to ignore him, he gripped carefully on one of the elder's shoulder, pushing him aside. immediately, the group turned on him in a flurry of vulgar language and forceful swings, apparently forgetting entirely about their previous victim as the kid scampered away. mid let out a sigh of relief, before yelling out as a paw swiped roughly across his face. he knew he'd be under major fire from the law if he hurt any of these kids, so after throwing a few weak punches, he settled for curling up in a ball until his attackers grew bored. which evidently didn't take long, as mid managed to walk away with no more than a black eye and a sore back.

so, yeah, he lost that one. but he felt better about it when he found a thank you note and an ice pack on his desk the next morning, signed off by the student he'd helped out the previous night.

'dear sir, thank you for stopping those di nasty guys who attacked me the other night. i hope they didn't hurt you too bad, but here's an ice pack just in case! sincerely, luke.'

[pees]

Res with stubbornness/fear of losing or being wrong

[Mima]

oh hey im in love?

username: mima
name: azalea
gender: female
prompt: wip

[faunsie]

Res