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[The Lion King]

Kennel: P23
Section: Common Creatures
Name: All Nonsense - Prefers to be called 'Nonsense' for short.
Breed: Scene Dog (In appearance- actually a husky hybrid with a very strong fox background)
Age: Roughly two and a half years in human time, about fifteen or sixteen in dog years.
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I saw him, and things clicked. The bright green, being my favorite color, contrasting with the black, hit a personal note with me. The two together somewhat remind me of this one point in my life, and has given me an excuse to channel the inspiration from that time into something tangible. I plan to use him for many, many pieces of art and stories that I have yearned to write, but never found the right character to place within it. I saw Nonsense, and in a way, I saw myself a tad. Not to call him a fursona, or an honorary fursona for that matter, I see only a few hints of my feelings in his design.
Personailty: It's a clear afternoon, the sun is out and shining over a still lake surrounded by a bustling forest. The area is teaming with life and movement, but the lake remains smooth as glass. The water seems inviting and refreshing, almost as if it is trying to please you.

You slowly extend your foot into the water, but are surprised to find out the temperature is almost freezing at first. Immediately, you yank your foot away, disappointed that the lake wasn't what you expected it be. You turn to leave, the sun now sinking into the sky creating hues of reds, and oranges.

The twilight sky drapes the area around you, and then something catches your eye. Turning around, you see the small glows of fire flies hovering over the surface of the lake, illuminating the dark surface. Frogs and crickets create a soothing rhythm of the night. The once calm lake is now taking its turn to shine.

The water has shed it's seemingly calm, cold exterior, to show its true nature. The real beauty is before your eyes. Sadly, though, most never get to see this face of the lake. Like you once were, they thought that the lake was exactly how they thought it was. Almost as if it wears a mask during the day, to try and please...but only to really conceal itself. Only you have lifted that mask, only you will ever know of the real beauty....Only you..

The above passage is a representation of Nonsense's personality, his feelings, his life. He is aware that he is different from the crowd, and he accepts that fact. What he doesn't understand is how people can look at him, and judge him based on what they see. It's as if they are all children in a way, only seeing what the want to see, never looking beyond the face.

It hurts him deeply, but he wants the ones around him to like him, perhaps love him. So he hides himself, his true feelings, almost everything. It's as if he puts on a different face around peers, a mask if you will. Nonsense knows this is not really the way to solve things, but he is afraid to just be himself.

There is only one other who knows Nonsense for who he really is. A beautiful pure black she-wolf called Kiara serves as Nonsense's only real friend. Sure he has others, but none as special as Kiara, for she was the only one to look far beyond his exterior, to penetrate the mask. She knows of his real self, his real person. For that, Kiara remains a dear friend to Nonsense, someone who he can go to for advice, someone who will understand him.

Dislikes&Likes: Nonsense is a peaceful soul, he likes many things and despises little. His absolute favorite time of day is early evening, that time right after the sun has set and the moon is rising. The time when the sky is painted a beautiful purple color and the air is still.

During this part of day, he prefers to spend it by a body of water, preferably a peaceful lake. Nonsense finds comfort in gazing into the clear surface and looking at the reflection of the sky above. His inspiration dwells in the places and things around him as he takes his time to think, reflect, and paint pictures with his mind.

Another thing he treasures is the rain. The rain, a symbol of life and rebirth, is Nonsense's most favorite form of weather. There's something about the droplets falling from the sky, to his coat, rolling down
his face, and plastering the fur to his skin that makes him joyful. Often, he can be seen just standing the rain, thinking. As his grey fur falls into his brilliant green eyes, soaked, he wonders. Nonsense thinks sad thoughts, and happy ones, but the rain washes all his sorrow away. For that is why some have seen him break into a run and frolick in the rain. The water boosting his energy, showing his real nature, for only a few moments.

There is also the black she-wolf Kiara, that Nonsense loves dearly. Her personality is a total clash with his. Nonsense, a quiet, very willing creature, and Kiara, the loud, challenging one. She believes that Nonsense should shed his guise and show the world who he really is. Of course, he doesn't believe that is the right thing he should do, but Kiara pushes him on. She believes in him. She is the one of the few who knows Nonsense for who he really is, and wants to help him feel accepted by others by forcing him to really be himself. Though her actions sometimes fail, she never gives up on him. Nonsense holds her close and feels she is the most important person in his life because she knows him. She never gave up on him. That is why she will be one of the most treasured things that Nonsense will have ever known.

One of his absolute favorite things are books. Old books, that is. As a habit passed down from his mother, Nonsense loves to read and imagine places and events beyond his. Classics are his preferred material, ones that have been highly praised and read around the world. Some of his personal favorites include 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' by Victor Hugo, 'The Phantom of the Opera' by Gaston Leroux, and his all time- 'To Kill a Mocking Bird' by Harper Lee. The latter was the last book his mother ever read aloud to him, and so it remains special.

Histroy/Backround:

I once remember, back when I was a small pup, my wise mother told me that it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. Of course, I did not understand her words then, for I took them quite literal and didn't see beyond them. My mother loved books, that's where she learned these things, and would often repeat them to me. Still, I did not comprehend.

Every night or so, when the moon rose high into the sky, she would hold me close and read to me from her latest story. There were grand tales from Greek mythology, tragic tales written by Shakespear, and the somewhat strange ones told by Lewis Carrol. I loved to imagine the great scenes in my mind, and pretend I was actually there. Books did for me what no person could ever do, and back then I was truly happy.

Sadly, my mother passed at a somewhat early point in my life, and she too was quite young. My father never got over it, and he blamed me for her death. He claimed that I was the reason she caught the illness that led to her demise, all me. For if I was never born, this never would have happened.

The greatest fault I ever made was believing him. I know now that it is not uncommon for the grieving to blame others to find an easy way to channel their sorrow. I hung on his every word, hated myself, and wondered why I was even here.

I practically had raised myself for the most of my years, after my father had turned away from me. I spent my days alone, masking my self and my feelings from the world. It was like every person was similar to my father. They did not care how I really stood on something. I only had to be what they wanted of me. I was harmless, just wandering around, trying to please, never asking for anything in return.

The things I still had were my books. After my mother passed, I inherited her collection.

Art: A simple sketch:

Full Color Picture I Doodled:

Other:

This form is still a WIP. ^^

[Tiikeria]

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Name: Aurelius
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I love this design!

[Lirrie]

I'd like some critique!
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[ika;]

Kennel: F16
Section: Freak of Nature
Name: Ptolmoc (Put-Ol-Mock) Mock for short
Breed: Silver Thylcaine
Age: Two years
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I've been eyeing him for some time, and can't believe no-one has gone for him. I really, really love him. He'll have a home in my character thread and will be roleplayed and drawn daily.
Personailty:

He is valiant, strong willed and very sweet. He is not shy of being stern and violent when the cause is right. He can be stubborn but his dedication is beyond recognition. He has a deep hidden strength that can rival that of an entire group.

Mock is incredibly complex…and tends to close himself off. He isn’t very talkative and so he usually is just seen staring into space when he is either paying complete attention or is lost in thought. He is very kind and always is the better “man” when under the situation. He also has difficulty speaking with the opposite sex, or rather has the words but nothing usually leaves his mouth giving him the label of the “Strong Silent Type”. However, he also has a violent side.

He often is caught standing up for those who he believes have the right to be protected and in doing so is very violent to whoever is showing aggression. Although he himself has often snapped. He is sometimes caught speaking to himself, or rather in reality, speaking to two entities that reside within him that make up his entire personality altogether. But he quickly protects himself and avoids the conversation if they ask about them.

His personality can be divided into three parts. The one most commonly seen is the one described above, the silent type, and one who seldom is seen. The other is one of anger, one of negativity and hatred, an evil if you will. This, he calls Arken, an entity he says resides within him that controls the negative.

However, he has one on uncanny kindness, one that seems can light up even the deepest and darkest of nights, this he calls Maya, an entity he describes as controlling the positive within him. Together, all three create the animal that those see before them, if they ever get the chance that is. He is now fixated on finding out who he truly is by following a trail that has been made only by the stories he has heard.

Dislikes&Likes:
Likes- Folklore, company, quietness and sensitivity
Dislikes- Loud noises, lies and whining.
Histroy/Backround: Nothing of great interest yet, due to his young age. He was born to a lone mother thyclaine, and his father was not spoken of. Being one of such sensitivity as he, Mock found it hard to speak with others, finding it much easier to talk to himself or his childhood imaginary friends. He is not one without ambition, Mock wants to make it somewhere in the world.
Art: I really, really can't draw
Other:

[Ebonpyre]

Kennel:
P11

Section:
Common Creatures

Names:
Crocifissa is her given name, though many other aliases have been given to her through her years alive. Among these are Cristina (dubbed to her in Venice), Giada (self-given alias), and her mate's nickname for her; Muse.

Nicolina Marino is the sole identity claimed by the younger female.

Breed:
Shapeshifters. I have permission from Vita to change from strictly wolves:


Age:
Nicolina's purely human age equivalent is 23, and Crocifissa's, 27 (though the latter is soon to turn a year older).

Why do you want this animal? & What will you do for this animal?:

I want these animals because they inspire me, because I adore the designs, because I know I will be able to write about them, draw them, and include them in my universe of characters. I will write about them often, and sketches of them will join the others in my sketchpads. Both will also be headmates and much-loved characters.

I have few couples, and I would love this opportunity to have two characters both owned by me as a mutually loving couple.

Personailty:

Crocifissa:

Pensive, analytical, so deep in thought at times that she seems to be completely detached from the world around her. Creative thinker, always trying to challenge the applied rules and methods. Even in the smallest aspects of her life, you can see her strong dislike of monotony; any trip she takes more than once will never be taken on the same route.

Jokes come often when happy, jokes on any situation that comes to mind thought up beforehand to be remembered later. Most of her self-amusement comes from taking things out of context, and her humor is warped enough that it isn't understood easily. Due to that and the fact that she's a terrible story/joke teller is why most of her tactless jokes are kept to herself. Nicolina quickly learned that when a smirk or slight laugh at a private thought came, it was no good asking about it.

She is constantly at war between logic and instinct. Even if she has an intricatly laid out plain, something that her mind tells her couldn't go wrong, if she has just the slightest gut feeling that something will go amiss, she will abandon the idea. During anything, if she loses her cool, she becomes very obviously nervous; sweaty palms, constantly rubbing the back of her neck and glancing behind her shoulders. There are no stealthy getaways then; her mind goes blank and her body screams to run, and to do so as quickly as possible. If she's stuck in an uncomfortable situation, she tends to tap her worn fingernails repeatedly.

Her life is filled with theoretical possibilities, and she is always testing to see how something can be improved, how it can be destroyed, the limits of its capability. This drive to know how everything works, pick everything apart, has existed since she was very young and was the start of her current lifestyle.

Knowledge is her greatest motivation. She is constantly working on a new idea, on how to disprove someone else’s, on how to do anything and everything she wants without getting caught. Every idea, every thought, is approached with equal amounts of enthusiasm and objective criticism.

Crocifissa is not a leader or a follower; if other people respect her and stay out of her way, she couldn't care less who they are or how they think.

Around strangers, she is quite shy. Not suspicious, not attempting to avoid attention, but outright awkward speaking with them. If anyone was to approach her in the street with suspicion and question her behavior, she would be flustered and bolt. Once she knows someone, however, she will speak much and enthusiastically about whatever has caught her interest at the time.

In addition to her multitude of family, she loves her mate very much, even when she can't figure out how to show it. She had a few 'friends' -scarcely more than passing acquaintances- growing up, but for the most part her siblings were what she depended on for support (whenever they weren't at each others' throats, that is).

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Personality wise, Nicolina is the one who would be better placed in her mate's role. She has far more patience than her 'other half', remains calm in stressful situations, and most of all can blend into the crowds. However, she would never consent to helping Crocifissa with an actual kill, far less doing so on her own. She is willing to walk through the cities they travel through and let them tell her their secrets, and does not ask when a bloody figure comes back to her door at midnight after a week's absence. Her mate frustrates her often, but she honestly loves her, despite her initial want to stop her killings and change her.

Emotion is her main method of judging her actions, she is somewhat superstitious and prefers doing things in a traditional fashion. She laughs more than she talks, and is almost always smiling. Constantly strives to put others' happiness and well-being before her own.

One of her strongest traits is her trustworthiness, honest and strongly against lying. She is gentle and sympathetic, willing to be a shoulder to cry on and someone to sit and patiently listen to someone else spill their heart out. By no means would she be considered well bred, and will not flinch away from things easily.

One flaw of hers is that she can be too concerned, and finds it hards at times to stay quiet and just listen instead of imposing her ideas on others. Another is that she can be quite a pushover, and she knows it. It is one of the biggest things that bothers her about herself.

She is old-fashioned, first impressions meaning a lot to her, and feels that people can be judged at first appearance, and that one's eyes are the windows to their souls. This, in addition to her 'intuition' instead of proven logic and facts, exasperates her mate often.

She is sensible, practical, modest, and sensitive, telling others what she honestly feels, and terrible at lying or hiding emotion. It takes a lot for her to lose trust in someone, and when she does, she is deeply affected by it.

Dislikes & Likes:

Crocifissa:

Likes - learning, solving a difficult problem, the wind, fire, studying, being with her family, being with Nicolina, cats, jewelry (often she's seen wearing a simple ring on her left hand, both as a way to make any faked marriages more convincing, and a personal substitute to her own lack of official marriage).

Dislikes- being restricted, deadlines, schedules, boredom, upsetting others, doctors, needles.

Nicolina:

Likes - Rain, the smell of wet concrete, times when her mate can stay at home, pleasing others, feeling like she's doing some good in life, being able to sit alone and simply think.

Dislikes - Having to relocate for various reasons involving her mate's job, the heat, the cold, being put in the spotlight, finding any hints to Crocifissa's job scattered about.

[WIP]

History/Background:

Italy, 1953, another shifter joined an already large family.
Crocifissa was born and raised in the streets of Mogliano Veneto, one of the handful of the large family's members able to shift. The extended family completely lived within and around the area, and even though she has now moved further south, she is still in contact with many of them.

Her father was Italian born and raised, though his own parents of a French descent which was obvious in his actions, and was killed in the Greco-Italian War. Her mother was born and bred Italian, with an assertive nature and pride for her family that was mirrored in her two younger sisters. Crocifissa was the second-to-youngest child, constantly exploring and getting into trouble with the eldest boy and her single younger sibling. The boy was the only one other than herself to shift, and despite their current lack of contact, he had been a replacements, of sorts, for her dead father, and a hero growing up. He has now gone into a similar occupation as hers -contract assassin.

At fifteen she was traveling out more and more, having gone with her mother on a business trip to Venice and discovering a whole new world within the city. Eventually, she took her leave from her family -temporarily, she promised-, and traveled much further.

Italy, 1957, a lone couple at the edge of a valley finally received the child they had wanted so.

Both of her parents she loved, raised to be soft-spoken, appreciative, and sympathetic. Despite her silence she was not one to sit on the sidelines and let the others 'have all the fun' -she worked, and hard, wanting to please her family. Her family relations were good, and during the occasional trips into the surrounding towns she found herself social and eager to interact with others.

Her life was the simple one- living in solitude as she ventured through her rolling country. Often she would venture into the small towns surrounding her, even going miles out of her way to see new people and new places, but for a long time she remained within the borders of the area, and Casentino was the only thing she would call home. Soon, though, her travels would get her entangled into something that would keep her away from her homeland.

Italy, 1968, Balogna is the place where the two young shifters met.

Crossifisa lay carelessly at that time, curled beside the base of the Palazzo d'Accursio in her canine form, watching the people that passed her by with interest. Few bothered to try and shoo what they saw as a stray away, and those that did were quickly nipped on the hand as warning. Soon she had attracted the attention of a second canine -Nicolina, shifting into the form after she had seen the other. It was obvious that the white and blue female was a shifter; she didn't act the way others did, had a tilt to her head that was too human to fool her.

And so the two talked in their canine forms as the sun sunk across the horizon. Both remained in the area for several months, making excuses to themselves to stay around 'a little longer'. Eventually, Crossifisa enquired about where the younger lived, and casually invited her to stay in the small home that she had been calling her own for the last seven months.

Italy, 1980.

The two have been unofficial lovers for five years, and the inevitable misstep happened -Nicolina returned to the place they had been staying, to be met with nothing but the empty hills. She waited; three days, three nights, and on the fourth morn, was met with nothing but a blood red sunrise.

The United States, 1981, the mists begin to rise in the blossoming Maine morning.

It was not overly uncomfortable, she had to admit, for such a curious method of transportation -noisy, large, and disappointingly hard to get out of when in movement, but it could have been far worse. Free to move about if she wished, free to speak if she thought it would do any good...yes, while she was angry for having been caught, she was still undeniably curious.

The man paced still in the middle aisle, the sounds of his footsteps drowned by the noise of the travel. A hand absently brushed away stray hairs falling into his eyes, though he did not attempt to start conversation again. He looked to be in his forties -of European descent, she guessed, though there was no doubt that he was raised in the states.

A second man, with the same dirty-blonde hair of the first and looking half his age, was sitting just a little ways across from her, watching her with noticeably less hostility than the woman at her side.

So many had been sent to watch for a slip-up, and they thought it would take three of them to keep her under control. A slight smirk slipped across her face that she couldn’t contain.

The man standing caught it, stopping his pacing and turning sharply to give her a withering glare. Again he tried to speak, and again the plain syllables meant absolutely nothing to her.

“Non capisco che si-,” she started, but was cut off by an abruptly raised hand.

“Enough!”

The words had little meaning to her, but the tone conveyed plenty enough. She leaned her head back, huffing in frustration. She had no idea what the idioti had in mind, but it was starting to seem more and more likely that the assassin's birthday would be spent on the route to Pennsylvania.


198, Late January. Despite language barriers, there is still a great attempt to enlist the help of Crossifisa's creative mind, while her mate still is searching throughout the country, forced to take up assassinations to find the information she needs.

[Due to time restrictions, I cannot put much here, so I merely hope that the personality areas makes up for it.]

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Being an assassin isn't as glorious as movies and stories make it out to be. Laying slumped over in an alleyway with blood pumping out of multiple wounds across my shoulders and torso, I can attest to that.

Not to mention how hard-to-get all firearms were, how pricey their bullets, how hard it was to cover up the kill...from an early age I learned to improvise. Who needs a pistol when something as common as bleach could be slipped into a drink and do the same job? Messy, yes, but no one could ever track you down, no one could suspect a stranger the victim had never met, whom no one would
guess had stepped foot within the courtyards.

Oh, but it comes with a cost, such that I at times can not help cursing my own unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Nicolina despises it, I know, and I hate that she is left wondering if she will find more than a lifeless body when she next sees me. But I cannot truly say that I hate what I do, what I am... I want to learn, for knowledge is the center of this world, and I will not consent to merely sit and watch it slip through my fingers.

But it will certainly not do to just sit and wait to be found here. Stifling a groan -there's no time for letting a little scratch get to me-, I sit up and eventually manage a slumped position. The foginess from blood loss began to fade, and all the cold facts of the situation fell into my mind again. They would be here...at most, I had fifteen minutes to be gone. Not without a trace, of course- the blood staining the stones of the structure would remain, but she would not allow for herself to be defeated so easily.

Gathering strength, she moved away from the wall, disappearing into the shadows with only a lone, wandering cat to see her go.

Art: Haven't the time to draw at the moment, as I would rather devote my time to improving the form itself.

Other: Nothing.

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Species: Amur Leopard
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