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Sangria OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Mon, 29/10/2018 12:56 (5 Years ago) |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Fri, 26/10/2018 12:52 (5 Years ago) |
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~~~ Tarik turned around, gathering James Pond and Firequacker into his arms. Shielding then from the frantic crowd, he kept walking towards the monster. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Fri, 19/10/2018 20:39 (5 Years ago) |
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• Name - Zion • Age - 17 • Gender - Female • Past (If Any) - All Zion can remember is the post apocalyptic world She now lives in. Some may think this would make her sadder or something, but it’s actually never hindered her. She can’t remember the before, so she has nothing to miss. • Personality - Zion is happy and upbeat. She’s always laughing, always joking. She can’t stop, even when it’s supposed to be serious or solemn. She’s overdramatic and her whole sense of humor is her blowing things way out of proportion. • Appearance - Zion is rather pretty. She has closely cropped short hair that’s dyed silver from boxes of hair dye she steals. Her skin is smooth and very tan. She wears light fabrics in dark colors- burgundy, dark green, purple- and prefers showing skin to hiding it. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Wed, 17/10/2018 21:32 (5 Years ago) |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Sun, 14/10/2018 13:57 (5 Years ago) |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Fri, 05/10/2018 12:11 (5 Years ago) |
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What had just happened? She tried to remember the dream- she had been somewhere, and someone (or was is something?) told her to ‘meet the one with silver scales’ or something. With a yawn she got out of bed, brushing the dream off as practically nothing. She dresses in her favorite outfit- burgundy tank with green short shorts and her trusty leather boots. She grabbed her favorite jewelry as well, placing the gold and silver bracelet on her wrist, her silver and blue ring on her finger, and the long, golden pendant that she wore every day. Making her way outside, she noticed the mist. Strange, she thought. There were no big bodies of water around to create that mist. Then the dragon reared it’s head. It- he? She?- was huge and silvery, just like her hair. Just like her eyes. Just like her dream said. Zion took off running after the dragon, startling birds and bugs as she sprinted towards the town nearby. ~~~~~ Tarik woke up with a splitting headache. That crazy dream did not help the sounds of the party going on downstairs. Checking the time, he realized it was still pretty early- only 6:00 am. Yawning and changing into a pair of jeans and a nicer long sleeve shirt, he moves into the living room to take care of his ducks. He gently takes them out of their enclosure and places them on the floor. They follow him while he does the rest of his morning routine. He nearly trips over them making breakfast, and narrowly avoids getting toothpaste on James Pond (the white one) and had to wrestle with Firequacker (the greenish one) to stop the duck from eating the toothpaste. Eventually he placed the tiny booties and leashes that he got for 50$ each on the ducks and led them out to the city. The first time he had done it, people looked at him like he was crazy. Now it’s just a regular occurrence. The only thing that was abnormal was the snake monster that wormed it’s way though the skies. When Tarik saw it, he knew that this was the monster. He was supposed to be caught by this thing? He sighed and started walking towards the monster, both Firequaker and James Pond oblivious to the situation. He wished he was a duck, too. He wouldn’t have to worry about a strange monster or anything really. He continued walking on despite everything. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Fri, 05/10/2018 01:38 (5 Years ago) |
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ZION’s silver hair blew into her face for the four hundredth time that day. She stood from her spot- lounging on a long, comfy couch with the lamp off- to close the large double glass doors that she kept open for most of the day. She stepped onto the patio outside to behold the view. The sun was sinking into the tree line, hilighting the clouds and small stream that ran though the generous open space of her backyard. A few birds flew here and there, but most were settling down for the night. She lived in a rather nice house in the middle of nowhere. She had gotten it cheap partly because of the location and partly because of a growing local superstition that the world was ending. She hadn’t believed that stuff before and she sure as heck wasn’t going to believe it now. Turning and heading back inside, she shut the doors and grabbed a nearby hair tie to put her silver hair back with. Humming and swishing her hips as she made her way to her bedroom, she didn’t notice the rather foreboding way the sun cast blood red light upon her back. Eventually she sank into her soft bed and fell fast asleep before dreaming a dream she had never dreamt before. ~~~~ Tarik, exhausted and out of breath, finally makes it though the throng of people clustered outside the small apartment building he lived in. He could literally hear the base of some pop song thumping in his chest as he shoved past already inebriated partygoers. He climbed the rickety staircase up, up, up to his small, three room apartment. Flinging open the door, he is faced with a mountain of duck poop on the floor and the wreckage of his living room slash kitchen. In the middle of it all are two ducks- one a creamy white, the other iridescent blackish green. Sighing, he picks up his two pets and places them in their enclosure at one end of the living room before cleaning up the rest. He trashes unnecessary papers, picks up a ratty old pillow And repositions his rocking chair. Absolutely exhausted, he resolves to do everything tomorrow and heads to his bathroom to take a quick, cold shower. Placing a hand on the shower wall, he can still hear and feel the base throbbing through the walls thanks to the party downstairs. He would put up a noise complaint, but nobody ever actually does anything about it. Finishing his shower, he changes into pajamas- old sweatpants and a long sleeve tshirt. Finally he can go to his favorite room in his apartment- his bedroom. There’s barely room for the desk and twin size bed he’s shoved in there, but he makes it work. Flopping onto the bed, he curls up in his two comforters and falls soundly asleep. However, he dreams a dream that he has never dreamt before. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Thu, 04/10/2018 23:03 (5 Years ago) |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Thu, 27/09/2018 21:26 (5 Years ago) |
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Nickname: none Age:14 Gender: Male Appearance: Tarik is of average height, weight, and build. His hair is an unremarkable brown, as are his glasses. His eyes, however, are so a deep dark black that’s plain mesmerizing to look at. He wears heavier clothes, favoring jeans, long sleeves, and leather jackets. His skin is pale, which offsets his eyes nicely. Personality: He’s friendly enough, but kinda boring. He likes to listen to radio programs and his favorite game is chutes and latters. He also enjoys herding ducks. Power and its Element: He can channel his inner duck to make himself liquid-repellent. Element is Water Opposite: Zion Other: Asexual Aromantic, Time And Space ]Name: Zion Age:14 Gender: Female Appearance:Zion has short, fluffy silver hair and dark purple skin. Her eyes are a starting Silver and her hands are smooth, seeing as she is unused to hard labor. She wears darkly colored (burgundy, dark green, navy), lightweight fabrics. She’s a beautiful person, but she’s mostly uninterested in romance. She loves accessories and wears necklaces and bracelets all the time. She also wears a sturdy pair of leather boots. Personality: She has a bunch of nervous quirks- fiddling with her hem, her bracelets, pulling her necklace, etc. She has a rich inner life, weaving her own fantasy worlds where people are nice and everyone gets along. Power: Animate (she can make small inanimate objects come to life) Light Irregular: Tarik Other: Time and Space, Zion is truly Tarik’s opposite, she she is pansexual panromantic [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Mon, 24/09/2018 21:32 (5 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 24/09/2018 12:23 (5 Years ago) |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Sat, 22/09/2018 14:18 (5 Years ago) |
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HERONPELT led the border patrol back into camp. The patrol itself was relatively uninteresting, as they encountered nothing between the camp and the border. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Sat, 22/09/2018 00:20 (5 Years ago) |
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SHALLOWSTAR lurches to her feet, making her way to the nursery. She enters quietly, waving her tail at some of the kits. REEDPOOL has been awake for a while now, and smiles at Shallowstar. “Hey, Shallowstar!” (Note- I might make her some kits later in the rp) [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Fri, 21/09/2018 23:50 (5 Years ago) |
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SHALLOWSTAR smiles as Swiftstream. “I trust you to make those. If you put me on a patrol, tell me. I’ll be visiting the Nursery and checking on the Queens and kits.” [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Fri, 21/09/2018 15:50 (5 Years ago) |
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HERONPELT’s ears prick up at the talk of patrols. He dutifully pads over to his leader, waiting for his assignment. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Wed, 19/09/2018 02:55 (5 Years ago) |
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HERONPELT stood near the enterance of the warrior’s den, still a bit bleary from sleep and worry. You could never be sure when disaster could strike. REEDPOOL shifted in her nest, dreaming of fat, juicy fish. [Read more] |
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Sangria OFFLINE Forum Posts: 14 |
Posted: Mon, 10/09/2018 15:15 (5 Years ago) |
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