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Ꮶ-9 ᏢᏒᎾjᎬᏟᏆ ᏒᎬbᎾᎾᏆ - sᎥᎶᏁuᏢs
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Posted: Tue, 28/02/2023 02:04 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Tue, 28/02/2023 15:49 (1 Year ago)
Colette is accepted! Poor girl, she deserves the world and more :((
Posted: Wed, 01/03/2023 00:27 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Wed, 01/03/2023 23:10 (1 Year ago)
Kunikuzushi is accepted! I'm excited to see him in the roleplay!!
Posted: Thu, 02/03/2023 01:08 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Wed, 08/03/2023 15:57 (1 Year ago)
"I hope, in another life, you can forgive my actions and see that they were right"
ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ / RaRaRasputin
ɴᴀᴍᴇ / Lumen
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ / None
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ / She/her
ᴀɢᴇ / 4 years
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ / Gray fox
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / None
ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / Bisexual
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ / Skittish, she dislikes being put in a place that is filled with large dogs. She is easily frightened but gets angry when others point it out. She can be cruel and blunt but always does things with good intentions. She does care about the other canines- even the scary androids, who she pities, but she doesn't show it since she usually hides from them. Despite her being a pup killer, she is a pacifist by nature (I swear xD).
—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ / Being up high or hiding in tight spaces, napping in the sun, seafood.
—ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ / Pups, she will kill them when given the chance- but only so they don't have to continue living in the organization, (it's also how she got her scars)
She dislikes the organization in general. She hates larger dogs and will usually try to hide from them. Loud noises are also frightening to her.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ / She is small, so she isn't a threat to larger dogs, unless she can take them by surprise and get very, very, lucky.
ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ / Larger dogs, loud noises, the androids.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ / A small fox that is more black than pale. It's difficult to make out the distinct silver line across her back and tail amongst her dark coat. The tip of her ear, muzzle, neck, stomach, and one paw is pale while the rest of her fur is a mix of blacks and dark grays. Her eyes are dark brown. She has deep scars on her left hip and neck from nearly being killed by larger dogs.
ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ / She has never once known freedom. She was born at a zoo and lived most of her life there. Perhaps she would've lived her whole life there. Happy, carefree, surrounded by friends. Until a hyena took it away from her.
Perhaps it was a sick joke that they brought back a fox along with a hyena. Maybe she was meant to be a simple snack to the bigger dogs. Regardless, she found a calling for her, even in a place like this. She could live by hiding and survive by extinguishing new life before it has a chance to be corrupted. She will do whatever it takes to give these pups something she never had- freedom.
ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ / None
ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(ꜱ) / None
ᴋɪɴ / Her family, to her knowledge, is still alive at the zoo
ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ / Apparently, gray foxes can climb trees. So she'll be cat-like, sitting up high so others can't easily "get" her.
ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀᴅ / Yes
Posted: Sat, 11/03/2023 04:54 (1 Year ago)
She's accepted!! Sorry I hadn't seen this :')
Posted: Sun, 26/03/2023 20:32 (1 Year ago)
" Whether a choice arrives or not, all possibilities must be considered.. That being said, I'll still have to kill you. "
ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ / The_Silvertongue
ɴᴀᴍᴇ / Infigo
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ / "If"
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ - Male / He - Him
ᴀɢᴇ / 7 Years
ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ / Chrysocyon brachyurus - Maned Wolf
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / Asexual
ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / Aromantic
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ / Infigo is a very down-to-earth sort of beast - despite his legs being as long as they are, making up most of his height. His mind works in a strict order, always towards the success and fulfillment of his assignment, duty, or mission... Whether that be investigation, pursuit, or attack. He speaks as though to a friend at all times, even if he fully intends to bite in a few moments. That being said, his voice is smooth and soothing, always just above a whisper until he grows agitated. When he does indeed reach that point, his voice raises to a harsh growl. During these times, he often calms down quickly; unless, of course, he becomes further agitated by a remaining issue. And once he calms down, his voice lowers back to the smooth murmur, calming the nerves of those who hear it. While he's certainly an independent mind, his respect for authority is unmatchable.
ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ / ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ - This maned wolf is a very aggressive sort of quiet, often preferring the silence to noise. Aside from peace and quiet, he likes silent obedience, both to himself and to a mission statement, benevolence to a cause, and the feeling of successfully fulfilling a task. As for what he dislikes, among those are noontime, which he vocally complains about sometimes, repetitive loud sounds, backtalk, disrespect, failure of missions, and failure to comply to an order.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ / The maned wolf is a hunter, and one that skillfully uses its sensitive ears to find small prey animals underground and in thick undergrowth. Due to this, Infigo is difficult to sneak up on... Though easy to disorient with loud, piercing sounds. In addition, sudden bright lights can cause the maned wolf to flinch and panic until his eyes properly adjust. In addition, the maned wolf is fast - reaching up to 45 Miles Per Hours or about 72.5 Kilometers Per Hour - but only for a short distance before needing to stop and rest. Due to this, Infigo only ever sprints when he needs to; otherwise, he walks, trots, or jogs.
ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ / Infigo is terrified of not being awake of his surroundings. His senses, so sharpened as they are, often fend off this fear. Though every moment, he worries that he may not be able to detect a surprise attack. As an extension of this, he often jumps in surprise when another creature is standing just around a corner, out of sight, and when he notices something he didn't expect, such as a hiding beast. Otherwise, he's quite paranoid, always glancing over his shoulder and up at the ceiling or skyline to ensure he isn't caught off guard and unprepared.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ / Infigo is a common coloration of the maned wolf - with a black mane along his neck, upper back, and snout as well as upon his paws and lower legs. His face, flanks, lower back, upper tail, and upper face are all a rusty red color, while his tailtip and underbelly are furred white. Aside from fur, he bears a single small scar along his upper right lip, which travels from his nose to the corner of his mouth, leaving a pale line along that side of his muzzle.
ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ / Caution is advised in this point of reading, as it speaks heavily of death and disturbance. Infigo was given his name by a figure he never could identify; a silhouette in his mind that whispered a single word to him, which he made his name the moment he awoke from the dream in which he'd heard it. This was after the culling of his recognizable family, his mother and sibling, due to human attack on suspicion of the two attacking livestock. Infigo watched as their corpses were taken to be made into pelts without making a sound... And following behind the hunters, he managed to watch as the small encampment they'd made was raided, and the pelts confiscated by other humans. It didn't take long before he was seized by the mane and brought to a place he dreaded; a place where he was watched every day, and where blinding lights were flashed in his eyes. Where he was restrained and had foul-scented liquids poured into his muzzle. The liquids, he came to learn, were to strengthen him. The restraints, to protect the few that were trying to force his recovery from malnutrition. For several days after he was first captured, he heard whispers of "impressive" and "odd," each comment murmuring about how well he'd managed to survive. The days melted into weeks, into four months, before he was transferred from the confusing, blinding area to a place that felt more like home, where the grasslands and flatlands welcomed him... He wandered for several days, astounded by the familiar strangeness of it all... Before, once again, he was captured, this time by a program intent on teaching him to frighten, to kill, to chase. And, for several years, he stayed there, until at last he was handed off to another program. One of metallic beasts, too robotic to be dogs, too horrific to be alive... A place that taught not aggression, but obedience. Where a mission was the first thing in the mind, and where it would be the last. A place that he felt his talent of stalking in twilight was put to a better use. A place that filled his mind with a brutal appreciation... The place that he is now.
ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ / None
ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(ꜱ) / None
ᴋɪɴ / A late sibling, known only to him by "She" and his parents, who only shared their living range, though lived quite independently of one another
ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ / Infigo; Latin, meaning "Impressive." The word shapes his every notion, his every thought, his every desire...
ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀᴅ / If you would be so kind, I'd greatly appreciate it
Posted: Fri, 31/03/2023 13:48 (1 Year ago)
Infigo is accepted! I'll add you to the Palpad shortly