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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ;; indefinite,


ɴᴀᴍᴇ;; ridgebreak.
ridgebreak was given his name on behalf his parents names. being both his parents had passed as a kit, the surrounding clan cats were at amaze as to what exactly they would name the poor tom. they took little bits from both his parents' names: 'ridge' from ridgeberry, his mother, and 'break' from breakbranch, his father. the prefix and suffix went perfectly together.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;; tom.
ridgebreak is most definitly a tom. any cat who were to lay eyes on those widely built shoulders, broad head and paws,
and hear that thickly voice of his would just be the cherry on top. if you dont believe me, im sure he'd be happy to show you the goods - kidding. just take his word for it.
ᴀɢᴇ;; fourty eight moons.
ridgebreak has just breached his fourty eighth moon of exhistance. for six moons he has been a kit, for six moons he has been an apprentice, and for thirty six moons now he has been a warrior. overall, he isnt the wisest of cats in the clan, nor is he the dumbest. he knows his ways around the life of a warrior and clan cat but he is in no position to be training other cats, for he himself still has alot he needs to work on.

ʀᴀɴᴋ;; warrior.
this tom is a very noble warrior of burntclan. he would easily give his life to another clanmate if necessary. his training for six moons was proven well, in his eyes. he hopes his other clanmates will see it as the same way as well.
ʀᴀɴᴋ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ;; any.
ridgebreak has never been one to complain. he's been known to be the type to step up when necessary and give everything his all. he would be perfectly satisfied in any position given apon him, though i believe deputy would suit him perfectly fine.
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ;; none.
this tom is currently in no position to train an apprentice. he has trained many during his time of being a warrior, all successful, but he currently has none, not because he is deemed unqualifing, but yet he chose to temporarily resign his mentorship abilities so other warriors could benefit from training a younger.



ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;; simple.
history here
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;; imperfect.
personality here.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs;; spare your complaints.
weaknesses here 3 minimum.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs;; of the many.
strengths here 3 minimum.



ᴍᴀᴛᴇ;; none.
ridgebreak has no mate at the moment. he is no ladies man, considering he has no flaunted looks or confident personality. no she-cat seem to have appeared unique or right enough to replace his past mate, willowwind, but he's coped well enough now to not weep over it. he just needs to be ready.
ᴋɪᴛs;; one.
ridgebreak is strongly against the possession of kits unless there is both a living mother and father ready to care for them. this is so because his own mate died while birthing his one and only kit and daughter, larkpaw. he loves her dearly though and hopes she's to be his only kit for the remainder of his lifetime.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ;; none.
no she-cat has caught his eye just yet. he's looking for a she-cat with not beauty, but grace. one that's way of doings would perhaps tweek his own self into becoming more of the relaxed adult he should have already become. he wants a crush or a mate that speaks to him in ways he isnt even able to understand, one that would leave him second guessing himself and all his actions.
ᴋɪɴ;; two .
his mother, ridgeberry and his father, breakbranch, both died relativly close together. his mother during his birth, his father a moon after his being conscieved. his father was attacked by a badger, unfortunatly. both bayflight, his sister, and ridgebreak were the only survivers in their litters, one surviving of three in the first, no survivers of the four in both the second and third, and only two in the last litter, ridgebreak being the only survivor. its not too tramatic though, not so much for ridgebreak but more so for bayflight, simply because she died a moon into becoming a warrior. ridgebreak's daughter, larkpaw, is his only immediate kin, saigeflower is his cousin.



ʙᴜɪʟᴅ;; thickly.
build here
ᴘᴇʟᴛ;; grey white.
pelt here
ᴇʏᴇs;; blue.
eyes here
ғʟᴀᴡs;; none.
he has no appearance flaws what so ever. its mainly in his personality, rather than appearance.
sᴄᴀʀs;; scratches.
just a few minor knicks here and there, but thats normal for any cat living rogue or wild in the forest. they're bound to pick up scratches or get into a small cat fight now and then.
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ;; handsome.
a well struted and structured tom with a thick body line and thick pelt. he has a snow white fur with dark grey patches, river blue eyes to allude within.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ;; handsome.
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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ɢᴀᴜɢᴇ;; i am online numerous times throughout the day. every once in a blue moon i wont come online but thats if im on like a day trip or something, and that will be rare considering school has just started up once again. to sum it up, im on about twice daily.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ;; nope.
nope i think you just about covered it all. i really think this roleplay looks adorable, and cant wait to start roleplaying. i just hope it will keep up and wont die down anytime soon.

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❝Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't see what you don't need,
from me.

Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me
might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I
stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven.❞

song : : 'Drop in the Ocean'
artist : : Ron Pope

. her eyes are like little shovels, digging

| maisey | - | the mermaid | - | seventeen | - | the "shipwreck" |

a drop in the ocean,
a change in the weather.
i was praying that you and me,
might end up together.

" Welcome to my rollercoaster ride of life. No refunds. "

• Full Name • maisey savannah harris.
• Age • seventeen years.
• Gender • female
• Birth Date • may 19, 1993.
• Birth Place • lindon, australia.
• Face Character • annasophia robb.

• Introduction •

Maisey Savannah Harris. Tell me, why does that name seem to suit her like a fish fits the sea? Because her parents knew she'd grow to be the beach bug she is now, sunkissed skin with hair so bleached by the sun it would be considered white. Maisey, for as beautiful and delicate as a flower. Savannah, for his much light she would bring into the world, for how mysterious she'd be for all the paths yet to be taken and vastness of her in whole. And Harris, for she would always be apart of the Harris bloodline and name, for the saltwater within her veins that will always make its presence when combined with the sea. Yes, the name suits her prefectly.

" If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man. "

• Hair Color • beach blonde.
• Eye Color • sea blue.
• Weight • 140 lbs.
• Height • 5'9 feets tall.
• Body Type • slender and lean.
• Tail Scales • golden honey.

• Full Description •
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" Spare my your complaints, please. "

• Outside . . . • sarcastic, introverted.
• Inside . . . • selfconscious, bubbly.
• Secret • despite her refusal to admit
this, maisey refuses to admit the fact
that she is of the mythical character
legends only told in stories. she does
not refuse, however, to cease entering
the ocean and changing forms, she does
not stop swimming with the fish and
dolphins, but she just cant seem to tell
herself what she desperatly wants and
needs to know. she is a mermaid, yes,
but the main secret is that she doesnt
admit it because her father screwed
reality into her head so forceful that
even after he left, she believes in
nothing but realism.
• Likes • swimming, surfing, turtles,
shell collecting, playing the eukilali,
blue and brown, food, fiction, soccer,
and quiet.
• Dislikes • loud, cats, herself,
pink, bugs, crabs, pie, technology,
winter, gatorade, oranges, reality.
• Fears • failure, judgement, being
underestimated, losing herself
to fear itself, being discovered,
love and other drugs.
• Dreams • becoming a professional
soccer player, being known as brave,
moving to america.

• Personality •

Maisey. One might thing of a delicate flower when hearing such a name, but what is she truely like? A ship wreck. It kind of suits her, don't you think? She's like the last piece of driftwood from the boat's bow flowing in the ocean's waves. Occassionally it will bob beneath the surface, drowing under the white water, but it always manages to break the surface once more, floating apon the top, supporting life that sits apon it, and waiting until the next wave comes to try to drown it. She's brave, yes. Strong? She's fighting to be. wip

• Background •

In all her glory, Courtney Rein was missing something short of her lifestyle, inspite having more than the average human. To be a mermaid was anyone's direst dream, but if anything, Courtney longed for that connection with a man as she saw in movies or all around her. Samuel Harris proved to be the cherry on top of her life. And the sprinkles? Her two children, Maisey and Hudson. Now Maisey was given the same gift as her mother, that of being a mermaid, but it doesnt mean she opens it with such full arms as her mother did. Maisey has no solid relationship with anyone in her family, except for her brother. Her brother is older, 20 years old and still living with the family. He's the father figure that never seemed to clique to Maisey, considering Samuel was always out on the boat gone fishing. Courtney tried to reach her daughter through their gift, but it seems Maisey refused. She's had an only real connection with her clown fish, Moby, and her chocolate labrador retriever Indie Ocean. She's only been a mermaid for about a year now and is still learning the ropes, considering she's shunned it out for months on end. When she finally did accept a part of it, she took it as a getaway car. She left Lindon, Australia and swam the endless seas. She couldnt find it in herself to stay there any longer. She was gone for a week, surviving by stealing fishermen's catches, one in perticular. Finn Marquee, a fine sailor apon his vessel. He wasnt a fisherman, but the day Maisey happened by he was hauling up a net full of salmon. Maisey wasnt careful enough, and Finn caught sight of her snatching a fish from his net. Luckily, Finn was a dreamer. He had his dreams of sailing over the open sea all alone for months on end and he was a fan of fiction. He agreed to keep her secret. They've become fast friends, and with Finn in knowledge of her secret, she returned home to keep a closer eye to make sure he held his word.

" Love seems to have a new meaning these days. "

• Crush • she wasnt looking for it, but
she's grown a soft spot for finn marquee.
its the friendship and trust thing she's so
fond of, im sure of it.
• Relationship Status • no, not currently.
• Ex(s) • none. she's never dated and
doesn't plan on doing so for a long while
ahead.

• What Is Love •

Love is a soft subject for May. She's never once dated, never been asked out. She's never felt what she hears so much about, but she's seen it and she has a pretty good idea of how its supposed to go. She rarely gives out love. Hudson, her brother, and her dog seem to be the only one remotly capable of feeling affection towards her, and maybe a little bit for her mother. Nothing toward her father. To her, love isnt what it used to be and she knows it. Her parents? Their light in their relationship was blown out long ago and theres no match to light it up again. The adrehnaline is gone, and Maisey believes if something as magical as love between a man and a thing of fiction has vanished, what would ever be in store for her?

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❦ ❦ . ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx.

[ n e s s i e ] - [ f e m a l e ] - [ f o u r ] - [ the ' i n t r e v e r t e d ' one ]

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ lockness monster.

☞ "Please, call me Nessie."
☛ Secret was searching for a unique name for the pup she salvaged from a bush on a stormy night. She wanted a name that would be remembered, well known amongst the other wolves within the wonderous forest. She'd always liked the name 'Nessie' when she heard a tale about a dog with that name, but she liked the famous myth 'Lockness Monster' better.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ seven years.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Secret never truely knew the pup's exact age, but after asking some peers who had experienced pups before, it was said she was around four weeks of age. Looking back on it all, Nessie doesnt really recall her exact age either, so she just goes with being told she's four years old. She strongly believes though that such an older age doesnt mean she cant do anything less an older dog could do, and she'll happily prove it.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ female.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Lockness has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her age, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful wolf, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｓｃｏｒｅ ▸
------ eighty nine percential.

☞ "I find myself of the highest intermediate level."
☛ The moment Nessie first stepped out into the forest alone, it showed she was a wolf with skills. She has been one of the strongest and sharpest she could possibly be. Scout could be at the top of her game, but she's as stubborn as a mule and doesnt take to trying new things lightly. If it werent for this slight flaw in the art of effort, she wouldnt be an eighty nine percentage, but yet perhaps even in the higher nineties?

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ intreverted.

☞ "I find myself more interesting than others."
☛ Nessie was found alone, she trained alone {besides Secret of course}, and in her mind, she will forever be alone. She is a rather intreverted canine, seperating herself from others a great deal of the time. This is my her own choosing, of course. She seems to find that she can intertain herself more than she needs others to intertain her. Because of this, she is very quick to think, having many time to do it. At a single moment in time, she could craft up some sort of infathimous scheme, play it all out in her head, and set her body to work right after. She's strong willed like that, built and ready to take on any task at hand, an for many, she is admired for such a heroic attribute. Its not common with wolves such as herself. She's really a sarcastic type, most of her jeers purposly meant to sting just a bit, but all in all she's a real jokester if you play your cards right with her. Also unlike other wolves, she hasnt a soft side within that hard shell of hers. Its all buff and beast that comes within her, and she shows no way of trying to tone it down. It comes in handy though, just as she does within battle. Inspite her aggrivating exposure, she's a wolf you want to keep around in your life.

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Who needs a male in the picture?"
☛ Nessie doesn believe in that sort of love. The only love she feels is towards her life as a wolf, oddly enough; I guess its a freedom thing. She's never experienced such a thing, nor plans to in the near future. It isnt some sort of 'hidden past' type of thing, nor is it a tale of a broken heart, just her mind set that she doesnt need anybody but herself and her goals to complete her life.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Never knew 'em."
☛ No one, not even Lockness Monster herself knows of her history. She doesnt really mind though. She more of a 'the past is in the past' type of gal anyways. But because of all that, she doesnt know of any living or dead kin. She figures she obviously had a mother and father, and perhaps even a couple siblings, considering she is a large breed wolf and they have larger litters, but she's seen no familiar faces or names. Like I said though, she doesnt really mind by it all. She focused on her work.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I like this roleplay, I really do. Its unique, not something I've ever seen or heard about. I cant wait for it to get started. I only wish though that its the real type of semi-literate, the two paragraphs, rather than the three line type. I'd hate to quit because its too little for me to work with.

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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ;; indefinite,


ɴᴀᴍᴇ;; shiftbreeze.
shiftbreeze was given his name on behalf his parents names. being both his parents had passed as a kit, the surrounding clan cats were at amaze as to what exactly they would name the poor tom. they took little bits from both his parents' names: 'shift' from shiftwaters, his father, and 'breeze' from briskbreeze, his mother. the prefix and suffix went perfectly together.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;; tom.
shiftbreeze is most definitly a tom. any cat who were to lay eyes on those widely built shoulders, broad head and paws,
and hear that thickly voice of his would just be the cherry on top. if you dont believe me, im sure he'd be happy to show you the goods - kidding. just take his word for it.
ᴀɢᴇ;; fourty eight moons.
shiftbreeze has just breached his fourty eighth moon of exhistance. for six moons he has been a kit, for six moons he has been an apprentice, and for thirty six moons now he has been a warrior. overall, he isnt the wisest of cats in the clan, nor is he the dumbest. he knows his ways around the life of a warrior and clan cat but he is in no position to be training other cats, for he himself still has alot he needs to work on.

ʀᴀɴᴋ;; warrior.
this tom is a very noble warrior of ruinclan. he would easily give his life to another clanmate if necessary. his training for six moons was proven well, in his eyes. he hopes his other clanmates will see it as the same way as well.
ʀᴀɴᴋ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ;; any.
shiftbreeze has never been one to complain. he's been known to be the type to step up when necessary and give everything his all. he would be perfectly satisfied in any position given apon him, though i believe leader would suit him perfectly fine.
ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ;; none.
this tom is currently in no position to train an apprentice. he has trained many during his time of being a warrior, all successful, but he currently has none, not because he is deemed unqualifing, but yet he chose to temporarily resign his mentorship abilities so other warriors could benefit from training a younger.



ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;; simple.
history here
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;; imperfect.
personality here.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs;; spare your complaints.
weaknesses here 3 minimum.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs;; of the many.
strengths here 3 minimum.



ᴍᴀᴛᴇ;; none.
shiftbreeze has no mate at the moment. he is no ladies man, considering he has no flaunted looks or confident personality. no she-cat seem to have appeared unique or right enough to replace his past mate, willowwind, but he's coped well enough now to not weep over it. he just needs to be ready.
ᴋɪᴛs;; none.
shiftbreeze is strongly against the possession of kits unless there is both a living mother and father ready to care for them. this is so because his own mate died while birthing his one and only kit and daughter, riverpaw. he loves her dearly though and hopes she's to be his only kit for the remainder of his lifetime.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ;; none.
no she-cat has caught his eye just yet. he's looking for a she-cat with not beauty, but grace. one that's way of doings would perhaps tweek his own self into becoming more of the relaxed adult he should have already become. he wants a crush or a mate that speaks to him in ways he isnt even able to understand, one that would leave him second guessing himself and all his actions.
ᴋɪɴ;; riverpaw.
his mother, briskbreeze and his father, shiftwaters, both died relativly close together. his mother during his birth, his father a moon after his being conscieved. his father was attacked by a badger, unfortunatly. both bayberry, his sister, and shiftbreeze were the only survivers in their litters, one surviving of three in the first, no survivers of the four in both the second and third, and only two in the last litter, shiftbreeze being the only survivor. its not too tramatic though, not so much for shiftbreeze but more so for bayberry, simply because she died a moon into becoming a warrior. shiftbreeze's daughter, riverpaw, is his only kin.



ʙᴜɪʟᴅ;; thickly.
build here
ᴘᴇʟᴛ;; tabby.
pelt here
ᴇʏᴇs;; amber.
eyes here
ғʟᴀᴡs;; none.
he has no appearance flaws what so ever. its mainly in his personality, rather than appearance.
sᴄᴀʀs;; scratches.
just a few minor knicks here and there, but thats normal for any cat living rogue or wild in the forest. they're bound to pick up scratches or get into a small cat fight now and then.
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ;; handsome.
a well struted and structured tom with a thick body line and thin pelt. he has a snow white underbelly with bracken tabby fur, amber eyes to allude within.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ;; handsome.
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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ɢᴀᴜɢᴇ;; i am online numerous times throughout the day. every once in a blue moon i wont come online but thats if im on like a day trip or something, and that will be rare considering school has just started up once again. to sum it up, im on about twice daily.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ;; nope.
nope i think you just about covered it all. i really think this roleplay looks adorable, and cant wait to start roleplaying. i just hope it will be up to the literacy standard as advertised and as i am hoping. id hate to quit.

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