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[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

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Iris Rae
Female | 19 | Lapsos
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Ｎａｍｅ:: My name is Iris Rae.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ:: Some call me Rae. Others call me Iris. I do not prefer either but will answer to both. So you choose but choose wisely.

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ :: I love my hair. It is normally very long and blonde. Naturally blonde that is. My highlights are a little darker and sometimes even a different color. I do not have to brush it often because it stays naturally curly and messy. I love the messy look and adds to my crazy personality. My eyes speak for themselves. An almost sapphire blue color I would say. They almost seem to pop the most with my skin color. A soft tan covers my entire little body. I weigh only a small one hundred and twenty pounds and stand at only five foot six. Seeming small I can pack a punch if I need to. My cloths are simple and easy really. I love jeans and converse shoes. T-shirts and large sweat shirts also fill my closet. I do not have much for color so black and white and a little grey in between.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I guess I could say I have a bit of an attitude. I do things when I want and how I want. Guess that is how I have always been. If you're lucky you can catch on a good day where I am happy and cheerful. But becoming a Lapsos always turns a person in one way or another. I find myself depressed often knowing that many of my friends were able to stay while I was thrown down here. I often see myself showing the entire world my now darkened wings to show that people, or angels as they call us, can be thrown out of heaven. So I use my anger and sadness to portray who I really am. A girl who should not be messed with.

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Mike Long
Male | 19 | The Country Kid
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Ｎａｍｅ:: Howdy, my name is Mike.
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ:: I do not have any nickname. That means do not call me Mikey. I hate that name.
Ａｇｅ:: I was born on February 5, 1994. That makes me nineteen wonderful years old.
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: I am a boy. Born that way and if anything changes I am sure to notice.

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ :: My hair is a dark red brown color but it is hard to tell under my hat. I like to keep my hair just long enough to run my fingers through but short enough to hide under my hat. My eyes are a light brown with a green tint to them. Do not ask about the green, kinda runs in the family. A little unique part of me.I stand at only five foot three in height. Sucks when trying to mount my seventeen hand horse. But once mounted I seem a lot taller. I weigh a small one hundred and thirty pounds. Easier to go flying off a horse, which always hurts. Since I ride horses and have worked with them all my life my short little body has gain lots of muscle. Short and skinny are good then you add muscle and your sexy...haha. But along with my built body, I have scars from many broken bones. I have literally broken every bone in my body for getting stepped on or bucked off. My favorite scars are the hoof shaped ones cause those take the place of a real tattoo.

Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: On my back I have a large tribal tattoo. It has no real meaning to it but being young at the time my father agreed to take me to get one.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I can say that I am pretty laid back. I was taught manners at a young age so I can be very polite. My parents raised me right and we always went to church, so to say I have read the good book and follow its teachings. I do have a small attitude when things are not going how I may like them. Since I do ride horses, that often never goes how I plan. If anyone needs help I am normally first in line to help. It is the better side of me that many seem to like the most. But in competitions I can get pretty competitive. I hate losing but it happens and I move on.

Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ:: Born and raised in the in a small town in Texas, I have been working on a farm all my life. My family was a little on the crazy side when it came to owning a farm. We had everything from a two acre farm with over one hundred cattle to a small chicken pen. My father was a champion bull rider and my mother showed cattle. It was a great life for a young kid. Sadly our finances would not allow us to keep all two hundred acres and all our stock. So we down sized a little selling half our land which also began to separate my family. I was only ten years old when my parents finally called it quits on their marriage. My father kept the farm and my mother moved into the city. I lived mostly with my father during those times only because I had a hard time adjusting to the city life. I have never any day in my life stepped foot in a school. I was taught everything I know from my father. He began to teach me how to bull ride, rope, cut, barrel, team rope, anything. We worked on trucks, tractors, or anything with a motor as a side hobby. I started competing in rodeos at twelve, though young I looked older. I won my first competition and have placed decently since. My father was proud and gave me a young stallion to raise myself. It proved more difficult than bareback at the rodeos.

When I turned fourteen I was competing in many rodeos, manly the bull riding and the cafe roping. I raised my horse Trigger to be a great roping horse and I am currently working with him on cutting. When I turned sixteen, I got the news that my mother had been killed by a drunk driver. Though I had not seen my mother in four years, I still wept and grieved. After which my father continued to help me train and become better, but with his older age it was more difficult for him. Trusting I was doing fine on my own, he found this summer camp for me to train and compete at. Now at nineteen I decided that I would give the camp a try. My only friends have every been in rodeos and the farm hands at home. Now, after years of breaking nearly every bone in my body, scars to prove them as well, I am ready to start a new life a little closer to the city. Cannot believe I would ever move closer to a city but time to start a new life.

Ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ Ｓｔｙｌｅ:: You will always see me in a pair of jeans and boots. That only changes when I wish to go swimming. My shirts are either plaid or plane. Camouflage is just as amazing, anything from hats to shirts. I have a variety of hats, you know the cowboy ones, as well as a variety of ball caps. I have a cross necklace I never take off and a ring that my father wore. In the winter I wear heavy jackets and other warm clothing. But I always have boots.

Ｐｅｔｓ::

I have one crazy little dog. His name is Bullet and he fits the name well. He is a wonderful dog and perfect for working on a ranch. Curiosity always finds this dog as he finds new ways of getting treats. He truly enjoys running and loves when I go on trail rides.

Bullet is a beautiful Husky Wolf mix. He has tones of energy and loves to play. His long, white gray fur makes his light blue eyes seem bright but his personality is what tricks everyone. Yes he is part wolf which is part of the reason I named him Bullet. His favorite thing around the ranch is to herd cattle. He takes of so fast and works the cattle like a pro.

I have had Bullet for almost my entire life. When my father told me about this camp he told me to take Bullet since he and my horse get along so great. The two are hard to separate sometimes but they live threw it. He listens very well and will come to anyone who is not afraid of a half wolf dog.
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[Sergeant Nuggeht]

[ Accepted! Thanks for joining. C: ]

[cygnenoire.]

ooc; i know that it says one images per character, but my form requires at least three. i hope that's alright. x

full name :: cosette geneva-fleur delmore
nicknames :: miss delmore ; lady delmore ; lady france
answers to :: cosette ; geneva ; fleur ; her nicknames
gender and age :: female ; sixteen years old
birth date :: december twenty-fifth

born in :: bordeaux, france
originally from :: paris, france/manchester, england
species :: candidus
nationalities :: french ; swiss ; english ; swedish

father :: gregory joseph delmore
mother :: juliette geneva delmore
brothers :: chandler gregory delmore; twin brother
sisters :: elaine eden delmore; younger sister

hobbies :: writing ; reading ; cooking ; piano
positive traits :: independent ; courageous ; elegant ; intelligent
negative traits :: short tempered ; stubborn ; quiet ; perfectionist
likes :: cats ; winter ; the sound of rain ; writing
dislikes :: painting ; arrogance ; homophobic people ; the heat

sexual orientation :: bisexual; tend to lean more towards males
crushing on :: n/a
secretly admires :: n/a
currently dating :: n/a

engaged to :: n/a
married to :: n/a
children :: currently none

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face claim is jessica brown-findlay. image edited by me. character based on cosette from this story. form is mine.

full name :: joseph wesley mahsters
nicknames :: joey ; wesley ; wes ; mahsters
answers to :: joseph ; mr. mahsters ; his nicknames
gender and age :: male ; nineteen years old
birth date :: july ninth

born in :: manchester, england
originally from :: manchester, england
species :: mortalis
nationalities :: he's pure english

father :: unknown; he grew up in an orphanage
mother :: unknown; he grew up in an orphanage
brothers :: unknown; he grew up in an orphanage
sisters :: unknown; he grew up in an orphanage

hobbies :: drawing ; singing ; painting ; sketching
positive traits :: artistic ; friendly ; overall-sweet ; kind
negative traits :: pushover ; sometimes aggressive ; easily annoyed
likes :: dogs ; the sound of birds ; summer ; daylight
dislikes :: writing ; reading ; cats ; winter/the cold

sexual orientation :: heterosexual
crushing on :: n/a
secretly admires :: n/a
currently dating :: n/a

engaged to :: n/a
married to :: n/a
children :: currently none

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face claim is max schneider. image edited by me. character and form are mine.

[indecisive.]

[ o o c: I've completed my forms, but I feel like there isn't enough on it. If anything needs to be added, please let me know. n. n]

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

{Yay thank you and cant wait to start}

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

[ @red lips. Sure, no problem. You are accepted. I just wanted to stay within the chickensmoothie new rules- but I suppose it's fine.
@-roger rabbit Your forms are absolutely fine! I love the simplicity to them.
Lol, I still need to finish my forms. I guess we can start rolplaying if you guys want to? ]

[cygnenoire.]

[ thanks, and how should we start off? ]

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

[ Since this based in the present day, I guess our characters should be doing normal human-ish stuff. It's morning, I guess, and this is based in a city, like the gif for the mortalis, so normal character stuff! Anyone want to meet up? ]

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

{Ill start if thats ok and I would love to meet up }

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Iris Rae
Female | 19 | Lapsos
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The morning air was cool and nice. A young girl sat on a fence just inside the city park, lost in thought. Breaking herself from though, she looked down to watch as a young family was out for a walk with their dog. With a smile she looked to the sky. Iris could only think what her friends were doing up there in heaven right now. She longed to spread her wings and join them. With her beautiful wings now tainted black, she would never be seen as the angel she used to be but one who had planned to over through the Creator. Looking back to see the family now leaving the park. Hopping down from the fence, Iris stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked out of the park. Feeling the lack of sleep the idea of a cup of coffee sounded amazing and turned on the street towards the coffee shop. Cars filled with people rushed by as Iris stopped on the corned of the street and waited. Looking down at her reflection, she could picture herself spreading her wings and flying away. When the light turned green she walked across the street with her head down. Un-Cautiously she found herself standing in line at the coffee shop and ordering a cup of black coffee. Sitting at a table by the window she watched people rushing to work or rushing their kids to school. Taking a sip of her coffee she leaned back in her chair and stared out the window.

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Mike Long
Male | 19 | The Country Kid
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The annoying sound of beeping woke Mike from a deep sleep. Rolling over he reached for the alarm clock and slammed it. Once the beeping stopped he sat up and looked around the room. Swinging his legs over the bed, his feet found something furry and soft. Looking over the side of the bed, his best friend laid on his back with his tail wagging. Laughing at the dog Mike slide out of bed and sat on the floor next to the dog. "Were ya waitin for me to get up ya crazy dog?" Rubbing the dogs stomach, Mike slowly stood and walked to the small bathroom with Bullet right behind him. Living in the city was a big change for Mike but he was growing to like it. He was able to land a job working on trucks and cars at a shop just down the street. Looking in the mirror, Mike simply brushed his hair and slipped on a pair of jeans and a blue plaid long sleeve. Grabbing his boots by the door, Bullet started running in circles with excitement."Alright, alright, you can come to," Picking up a small leash, Mike clipped it so Bullet's collar and opened the door. Once down the stairs and outside, Mike turned and walked down the street to work.

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

[ Kay! Starting now, I hope the others can start too. C:
I guess we can just meet up. ]

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[ Male ] [ Seventeen ] [ Lapsos ] [ Crushing on... ]

Jake hurried down the street, risking a glance behind him. Two large men, clad in fully black oufits, similar to him, where walking down the street. Their identicle icey gazes drilled into him. He took in an intake of breath, holding it in and biting his lip. dammit. He knew he shouldn't have talked to them about trying to reach any Candidus; they obviously despised them, especially how they got to keep their luminescent wings, while the Lapsos had to have dark feathers shadow them for an eternity. Trembling slightly, Jake shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, trying to stop looking so terrified. Those men were huge compared to him! He was so short and young.
Breathing out, Jake continued to hurry down the footpath, ocasionally looking over his shoulder once again. They were getting closer. He knew they would catch him eventually, he'd already tried to go into large crowds and slip down alleyways, but they always found him.
Just up ahead, a door opened and a girl stepped out. She left the door to drift behind her and Jake caught it and swung himself inside, closing the door and hearing the click of the lock. He then sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and eventually, got to the top of the apartment building. The heavy footsteps from below made Jake's skin crawl and he removed his hands from his pockets, his fingers trembling. There was absolutely nowhere to go; he'd gotten himself stuck.
An idea formed inside his head and his heart raced with new excitement. Jake warily shuffled over to the edge of the building, looking downwards. He stumbled back, the ground was so far down and the world swayed. This time, he crawled over and his fingers gripped the edge, white with the force of his grip. Then Jake turned around and lowered himself down, squeesing his eyes shut and letting go.
Falling again, how cliche. It terrified him, but he endured it until his feet hit a metal surface; the fire escape, yes! The force of the fall sent him sprawling backwards and he heard the door of the roof burst open, clattering onto the concrete surface. A few gruff mumblings reached his ears and then a loud, sharp curse brought a grin on his face.
After then making his way down the stairwell, Jake exited out onto the street. He then continued down the street; instead of hanging his head, he held it up high and meet people's gazes with his own ocean-coloured eyes. Tricking those two men brought back some of his usual self, confidence now coursed through him. Glancing into a window of a small cafe, he stopped in his tracks.
Wait- was that another Lapsos? Surely, not. That girl looked absolutely normal, but Jake's wings tingled inside of him, just proving the point that this girl could be one of him. Maybe they could work together... Jake stood outside the window and stared at her, frozen in place and unsure of what to do next.

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[ Female ] [ Sixteen ] [ Mortalis ] [ Crushing on... ]

Clementine groaned as the realisation of waking aroused her from sleep. She'd been enjoying having a rest for once; it's like her friends never needed to recharge as they would call up at midnight or some ungodly hour. Ugh. The curtains that fell over her frosty window filtered the light and changed it to a warm plum colour on the plush carpet. She sighed and decided to get up, since she was awake anyways, there was no point in trying to get back to sleep. She hauled herself out of bed and blinked her eyes, her senses slowly regaining themselves. When she got onto her feet, she swayed for a second and then moved to her cupboards, pulling on a pair of dark red jeans and her black and white striped, long sleeve top.
Shuffling into the open-plan living room, kitchen and dining area, Clementine sluggishly opened the cupboards, in search of anything for breakfast. She managed to find a bagel and toasted it, munching on it while she retreated to the bathroom. Wow. Her hair looked absolutely horrible! Running her hairbrush through her golden locks, the girl managed to tame her wild curls and pulled them into a thick plait that ran down her shoulder. Placing a woolen beanie ontop of her head, she glimsped at herself in the mirror and escaped her house.
“Hello, Sarah! Hello, Marble!” Clementine gave a small wave to a young girl with a crazy amount of red hair upon her head and a large, chocolate dog. She continued down the street, pulling her hands into her sleeves, the morning air chilling her skin. As she breathed out, her breath made little clouds, bringing a small smile to play along her lips.