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{ V E N N E N U M } ~ Characters and RP Info

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:32 pm

ROLEPLAY INFORMATION:
  • I do only Literate Roleplays. If you can hit 150 words or more (preferably more), I am willing to try out an RP with you.
  • If you fail to use proper grammar, I will not be replying.
  • I don't mind doing group RPs, however, I find it difficult to catch up on fast-paced roleplays. If you want me to do one with you, please have turns and/or up to 4 people within the RP.
  • Forum, email or PM only. Preferably Forums.
  • I will do any sort of roleplays, except for werewolf and vampires.
  • My muse dies easily. Try and write something I can at least respond to.
  • If I don't reply within a month, I probably lost interest. (Yes, a month. That is how patient you must be with me.)
  • I am willing to (and will often) adjust or create a character to fit the roleplay.
  • If you give me two sentences to my several paragraphs, I will drop that roleplay immediately.


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[size=135][b]THE BASICS:[/b][/size]

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[size=135][b]PHYSICALITIES:[/b][/size]

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[b]Race/Species:[/b]
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[b]Language:[/b]
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[size=135][b]RELATIONSHIPS:[/b][/size]
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[*][b]Other[/b] - [i]Relation[/i] Description[/list]
[b]Siblings:[/b]
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[b]Enemies:[/b]
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[*][b]George Doret[/b] - [i]Relation/Job Title.[/i] Description.
[*][b]Traycee Parker[/b] - [i]Relation/Job Title.[/i] Description.[/list][/list]
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[size=135][b]MENTALITIES:[/b][/size]
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[size=135][b]HISTORY:[/b][/size]
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Halt Arretez -- wolf/human rps

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:33 pm


《《 ♞ ᕼ~ᗩ~ᒪ~Ŧᗩ~ᖇ~ᖇ~ᗴ~Ŧ~ᗴ~Ƶ ♜ 》》

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      canine: 4 years || human: 30+ years (variable)

    Species:
      canine: Belgian Malinois

    Appearance:
      canine:
        [Click] -- Halt is a short, stocky canine, standing at approximately 88 centimeters shoulder height. His pelt is shaggy and coarse, its black hair tinged with flecks of light grey, complete with all sorts of swirls and stripes. A small scar dots the brow area above his left eye, the result of an accidental poke from an exploration of a thornbush. His eyes are a steely grey, usually displaying little to no emotion. There are no other marks of importance along his body.
      human:
        [Click] -- A grizzled, middle-aged man. His hair is a mass of gray shades, with little uniformity across. It gives the look of a very peppery and spastic appearance. It is hardly trimmed, instead chopped using whatever blade he gets his hand on. He is also considerably short, standing at a height of 5 ft, 1 in. Despite his small stature, his body is incredibly powerful. Trained and well-muscled, he is capable of delivering very painful blows should anything piss him off.

    Personality:
      Halt displays a gruff and grim personality about ninety percent of the time. Another five percent is complete sarcasm. Although he tries not to show it, he does care deeply about his friends and is quick to take offense if any of them are insulted. It is only to his most intimate that he displays any sort of emotion and allows any type of teasing. Others who try to ridicule him are made to regret doing so. Halt is extremely meek when it comes to dealing with the opposite gender, especially those with a stern or bad attitude.

    Abilities/Extras:
      A camouflage cloak is always donned abroad his shoulders, with the hood just barely covering his eyes to prohibit others from observing what he is. This cloak allows him to blend into his surroundings, changing colors to suit whatever environment he is in.

      He does have a few uncanny abilities. Halt is excellent at stealth, usually able to creep up on his victim without being noticed. His claws and fangs were altered to be able to inject poison, which range from paralysis to kill, if he pumps in enough venom (though he usually doesn't).

      He has an owl companion named Chouette. She is an Eurasian Eagle-Owl with golden plummage that is striped brown and tipped black.

    History:
      Halt, like the typical Ranger dog, was raised to be able survive on his own. Bred from the top lines of the species, the humans who trained him expected much improvement in skill, a goal he easily accomplished. Like all Rangers, he had two names: the one for dog use, and the one for human recall. His dog name was "Arretez", and his human name was simply "Halt".

      At the age of eight weeks, he was removed from his parents’s care and put into the hands of a trainer who was responsible for his well-being for the next eight months of his life. This trainer, Sam, was not the most patient of trainers, and for a serious puppy, a sharp snap only made Halt exert all the more effort toward his training. But his training progressed much faster than the other pups his age. By the time he had reached the graduating age of Year 1, he was already working on the more advanced techniques required of a Ranger.

      After their first year, the Pups that passed the Assessment became known as Trainees. They received their own quiver filled with arrows with their trainer’s insignia on it and a crossbow that they could load fairly easily. These Trainees were released into a secluded forest where their trainers could keep an eye on them without having to give aid. The Releasing was another test to see if the recruits were able to survive individually without having to refer to another constantly for guidance. This process often eliminated over seventy-five percent of Trainees, providing a much smaller group to choose from. However, the year this process was used, however, more than ninety percent of the Trainees eradicated.

      Halt’s rival, Filloj (human name is Nis), was a savage beast who wanted no other competition and proceeded to use this survival test to destroy almost all Trainees that got in his way. Filloj, having a full comprehension of wolf anatomy, easily targeted his opponents’ weak spots and brought them down. Halt, of course, was marked to be one of Filloj’s main victims. Not surprisingly, Halt’s talent and wit got him out of trouble. With honed claws and a few poison darts, Halt had sent Filloj fidgeting on the ground, paralyzed and wounded.

      So only Halt and four others graduated that year, with special medals made for each of them. Each medal was in the shape of a leaf, each one different, representing the strengths of their characters. Receiving the oak leaf, Halt was regarded as their best recruit, with the other recruits saying the same. So from then, he was appointed to be a Royal Spy, considered to be one of the best positions for a Ranger. He served for the recommended minimum of two years, before he resigned and decided to travel the world.

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Thomassen -- wolf/fantasy wolf rps

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:35 pm


≼≼ T~H~O~M~A~S~S~E~NL~E~V~O~R~A ≽≽

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      4 winters

    Species:
      Volcano wolf -- canis vulcanis (species (c) me. Ask before using)


    Appearance:
      fantasy wolf:
        [Click] -- A massive wolf of 50 inches (130 cm) in height. He has a very thick coat, colored a dark grey. A bright red "hood" masks his forehead, in stark contrast to his greyness. The red runs all the way down his back, and goes on to tip the ends of his three tails. Underneath his eyes is are black checkmarks, alongside a black nose and ears.

      realistic wolf:
        A charcoal black wolf with bright golden eyes.

    Personality:
      When he turns happy or sad is unknown, as his temper can flip in a matter of seconds. And yet, as much as he tries to hide it, Thom manages to emit a bit of how he is feeling. Little wisps of flame may flicker from his fur when he feels irritated. And with three tails, at least one of them may betray some bit of the joy he feels. Positive feelings are short-lived with him, however. He is quick to anger, and does not hesitate to drop his stoicism to rage at the wrongdoer.

      Thom is the sort of guy to leave when he feels like it. Loyalty and dedication is something reserved for those he deems worthy. He could care less if he abandoned someone in the middle of the woods. Guilt would be felt, but not enough to turn him around. To him, giving someone a responsibility of some secrets is one story. Putting his life in their hands is something else entirely.

      Once he is sure he can rely on another character, Thom becomes the best friend he can be. And though his language becomes bit less refined by this time, he never intends any harm. When a friend faces trouble, it takes little hesitation for him to pop in and help -- assuming the friend wants his assistance.


    Abilities/Extras:
      Incredibly large, muscular, and bulky. Great arsenal of stamina; lingers on the slow side during chases. He is capable of lighting his spine, paws, and tails on fire. He can "cast" the fire from his body through swinging it towards whatever he wants to alight.


    History:
      Thom was born during a harsh winter to a pair of Alphas, as the oldest pup in his parents' first litter. He received the ability to "play with fire" as was desired for every new pup that blessed the pack -- although he had trouble controlling this magic at first. This rare ability brought to him much attention and amazement. He was very popular among his pack.

      Unbeknownst to Thom, his brother Samulen was becoming increasingly jealous of the attention he received. Over the course of a few years, Samulen slowly built a cult out of those who were not the Alphas' supporters, which increased each passing season. The pack, located in a very barren landscape compared to their rivals, constantly faced starvation, and was close to dying out. He spread further lies about the Alphas, speaking what the anti-Alphas wanted to hear. Samulen also started some rumours about Thom and his behavior, and soon the three were viewed negatively amongst the pack.

      A few months after reaching the age of three, the tension spilled. Samulen launched his revolt. Wanting more of the attention, Samulen planned to have the Alphas assassinated so he could steal the throne. Luring their father and mother out into the woods, Samulen had him surrounded by his opponents and mercilessly slaughtered. Thom, hearing about the uproar from a former Rebel, had gone as fast as he could to the assassination site. However, he arrived too late, and instead found Samulen gloating over their parents' deaths.

      The two brothers got into a spat. At this time, Thom's fire blazed out from his spine and paws. But blind with grief and rage, he took a wrong step and stumbled into a boulder. Samulen, now bursting with joy, managed to inflict a severe wound to Thom's paw, ripping open the flesh until blood stained the entire foot. The paw-fire burned the redness permanently into his fur.
      Now defeated and temporarily disabled, Thom conceded defeat. Samulen at first wanted to press Thom into servitude. But protests from the Rebels -- such as Thom being able to burn them to avoid tasks -- won over.

      Thom was then banished, forbidden ever to return to his homeland.

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Seth Chrysaor Ptolemy -- human/cougar/shifter roleplays

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:36 pm


[[•S~E~T~HC~H~R~Y~S~A~O~RP~T~O~L~E~M~Y•]]

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      3 years

    Species:
      Human/Cougar Shapeshifter

    Appearance:
      human:
        Seth stands at a height of six feet. He towers over most people, which intimidates them. He has sandy brown hair streaked with blonde. He has a habit of rubbing his hair, so it always looks like he just climbed out of bed. His eyes are a steel greyish-color. It grows dark or light in intensity depending on his mood. Seth weighs approximately 170 pounds. He has a muscular build, with short, dynamo-punch arms. He is a strong, speedy fellow. Because of an injury from a backfired mission, Seth has a missing finger on his left hand and a limp in his right leg.
        A somewhat stocky male. Cliche short and spiked, toussled, blond hair. White guy.
      Cougar:
        Muscular, grey pelt with reddish tint around the ears and spine. [/size]

    Personality:
      A man with misanthropic intentions. He does everything he absolutely can to avoid contact with anyone else. His missing middle finger and bad limp helps keep others away, and he likes it. He can stand minimal amounts of conversation and tends not to like others from the start. However, any contact and any excessive conversations easily blow his fuse.

    Abilities/Extras:
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    History:
      Seth lived in military families his entire life. When he was six years old, his father, a private, was killed in action. His mother was destroyed by militants, who hated the Americans stationed in Russia. The Brigade General of the Army found the poor boy wandering the streets near the military barracks and adopted him a few days later.

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Bandicoot -- wolf rp

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:40 pm


[[•B~A~N~D~I~C~O~O~T•]]

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      10 years

    Species:
      Gray wolf

    Appearance:
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    Personality:
      A very grumpy wolf, but a lovable goof. Despises demanding characters and fights.

    Abilities/Extras:
      A decent fighter and hunter. Socially awkward.


    History:
      The little pup watched in horror as his pack was felled one by one. He swore the raiders had bright, bright eyes that glowed with maliciousness. One appeared to his right, where Milla stood to guard him. She had no chance against the ferocious male. She was a new birth mother, still recovering from the litter she had borne not too long ago. White teeth flashed. And she was down. He whimpered as the killer approached him, teeth exposed in a wild grin.

      “I haven’t had this much fun in ages!” he sneered. The pup shrank to the ground, quaking with fear. His eyes were squeezed shut, wishing desperately for it all to end. He could see the flashing teeth even then, coming slowly towards him, ready to end his short life. Sharp spikes of teeth fastened into his flanks, and he lost contact with the ground. The pup opened his eyes to find himself dangling from a wolf's jaws. However much he wriggled, he was unable to escape the firm and painful grasp. He watched as the trees passed by. They were making their way around the battleground now, stepping over the fallen bodies of his comrades. He howled his rage and his disgust at the treatment of his pack, but he received nothing but laughter and mockery from his captor's colleagues.

      As he was hauled off to who-knows-where, the enemies made good use of him as a toy. He was bitten, nipped, pulled, and harassed to the point of tears. The shining coat of glory he was once proud of was now nothing more than a bloody mat of fur stuck to his skin. The assault only grew more painful as he cried with each bite. It wasn't until his wails died down to quiet whimpers that the game slowly dragged to a halt. A short time after, he was dropped in front of an immobile body. His mother.

      Her eyes were gradually dulling, though a small spark flared within their irises when they recognized their young son. "Bandicoot," his mother whispered, "be brave, my child. May the Trio guard you with their blessings." The little pup whined when her tongue rasped across his aching body.

      A snarl from above startled Bandicoot. He pressed closer into the ground when a massive black wolf appeared over him, jowls exposed in fury. "You see, boy," he growled. "This is what happens when my orders are not followed. Your parents paid dearly, and so shall you."

      The frightening wolf grabbed Bandicoot in the same painful manner as Milla's killer. Now too terrified to even utter a sound, Bandicoot could only watch as multiple wolves descended upon his mother. They were none to gentle, grabbing her fur in their jaws and tearing off the clumps. Unable to defend herself as she was held down, they slowly ripped her to shreds. Her shrieks and howls sounded almost unreal to Bandicoot as he was whisked away from his home. Everything he had considered a blessing was now a living nightmare.

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Shriek in the Wind -- fantasy wolf rp

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:42 pm


[[•S~H~R~I~E~KI~NT~H~EW~I~N~D•]]

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      2 years

    Species:
      Winged wolf

    Appearance:
      [Click] -- He sports a small, lithe body coated with sleek, black fur. The size of the average coyote, he stands a little less than 1.5 feet (~45 cm) tall. His eyes are a warm gold, sporting large, round pupils for increased vision. To account for his retracting claws, his paws are somewhat larger, but this grants him better grip on the ground. He also sports a somewhat longer tail to aid in balance when he has to make a sharp turn. His broad, eagle-shaped wings (10 ft span) are strong and powerful, and coupled with his smallness and lightweightedness, transforms him into a dangerous predator.

    Personality:
      A very bitter, but very ambitious creature. Shriek has built a mental wall around him in his attempt to shield himself from hurtful others. He treats everyone with contempt, especially those who are unable to care for themselves. To him, strength, power, and victory is everything. Anything but is a loss. He is difficult to get along with and tends to oppose everything just because.

    Abilities/Extras:
    • Large, broad wings with a span of ten feet
    • Retractable, hooked, and enlarged claws to easily grab and puncture prey. Retracted to prevent tearing while running.


    History:
      Freak lowered himself closer to the ground, his small size accommodating him greatly in this land of tall grasses. He was about as tall as they were. A laugh nearly escaped his maw. Tall? If one of his fellow wolves looked at him, they would scoff and count him for a coyote. Nearly half his encounters involved him turning tail and fleeing for the mistaken observation. He knew coyotes and wolves didn't mix. But he craved the daily interaction of a pack. The silent signals sent to each other to make a kill, the skilled maneuvering as they ran down the elks and deers of the valleys and plains. The bonding howl destined to bring the pack together as they sung midnight drearies. But no.

      His bright golden eyes focused in on the rabbit he had been stalking. It nibbled at the grass, sniffing out and pulling at the most delicious stalks. Here it was, so carefree, like there was nothing in the grass about to slice it open. It was right -- in a sense. Few creatures wandered out at such times. Besides, they often feasted on the other larger prey. Freak scoffed at the irony. He was supposed to be the one acting without a care in the world. But no! A rabbit had less issues than him! He sprang forward. Bad idea. Whooosh! His wings had opened instinctually, slowing down his descent. The movement had caused the stalks of grass to rustle and the sudden current of air did nothing to silence his existence to his supposed victim. His paws hit nothing but dirt.

      An enraged roar ripped from his throat. He was hungry and tired. He wanted something to go his way for once. The rabbit was supposed to be food. But no, he couldn't even find a mouse. He was going to have to go home empty-pawed, and he was not going to like the result.

      When he returned, it was his father standing there at the burrow entrance, along with the rest of his siblings, who jeered and laughed when they saw his empty mouth. Freak lowered his head in guilt. He had tried to find other trails on the route home, but there hadn't even been a hint. He had even tried taking to the skies to see if he could find /anything/.

      A heavy paw lashed across his face. Freak stumbled to the side, and met another paw. His head was now spinning.

      "Father, please," he begged. He wanted to let his father know that he had tried, that nothing he did worked.

      "Silence!" roared the looming figure. Freak shrank back in fear, ears and tail lowered. "Why should I listen to you? You're nothing but a freak!" Freak flinched. His father had a point. It wasn't every day a wolf sprouted wings and cat claws. On top of that, he was miniscule and hardly able to match up to a real wolf. "We're rendezvousing to our summer den and you can't even feed yourself, much less the whole pack! You are a disgrace!"

      His father turned around, leaving a cowering Freak behind. "Don't even bother coming with us," he snarled. "No one wants a useless rat hanging around."

      And so, the next morning, Freak awoke to find his parents and siblings gone. An immediate anger rose out of his chest. Why?! Why him? Why was he given the useless wings? They didn't fit in any sort of hunting style that the wolves used. He stormed out of the burrow in a huff, his breath forced.

      It took him a long time to regain his mentality. He spent the majority of the morning and afternoon wandering through the plains, no set destination in mind. In his daze, Freak hadn't realized he had gone so far as to meet a forest.

      Not used to having such large obstacles in his way, Freak was a little amazed at first, seeing something that was so much taller than even a wolf. A shrill cry above him caused him to title his head upward. An eagle? Its feathers glistened in the afternoon sun as it swiveled circles above him. It seemed like it was enjoying itself. Freak was in awe. So wings could be good things after all! Seeing the eagle in action allowed him to assess his own self. His own wings opened up and he studied them. They were similar in shape to the eagle's, the feathers gradually increasing in size as they ran from bone to cartilage. Freak flapped them a few times, feeling the air immediately rushing under each time he lifted them.

      His paws pushed him off from the ground as he beat his wings and he was soon in the air. Freak found himself enjoying his flight for once, having been prohibited from doing such "Freak" shows prior. The eagle shrieked again, amazed at Freak's transformation.

      "Father abandoned me..." Freak mused. "But that doesn't mean I have to abandon myself." He decided he would drop all traces of his past, including this odd name. Instead, he was going to be cool. Shriek would be perfect. And so thus he began his journey, learning his own ways to hunt and fend for himself. The need of a pack was now no longer necessary.
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Smokepelt -- cat/feline roleplay

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:43 pm


[[•S~M~O~K~E~P~E~L~T•]]

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      6 years ~ 76 moons

    Species:
      feral cat

    Appearance:
      Smokepelt is a very large male, about 10-15 pounds. His eyes are an icy-cold blue pierces straight into the mind. His lame right paw happened with an accident of getting his paw caught under a falling rock. His torn left ear was from a battle between a fierce rogue. His coat is a dark smokey gray, like the smoke from a fire. His fur is very soft, and his tail is a thin strip of hair and flesh that easily slides through grass. His body frame is somewhat big and bulky, which diminishes his speed capabilities by a miniscule fraction. However, the muscle build does give him a slight boost in stamina, allowing him to continue fighting after others have tired.

    Personality:
      Smokepelt helps wherever he needs to. He treats most kittens like little warriors and plays with them often, earning him a special favour among the little kits. He is incredibly patient during training and helps wherever the trainee does not understand. It is rare that he loses his temper, but people around his age or older have seen the old tomcat angry once in a while. When the tom is holding a conversation with someone outside his clan, he becomes more cautious and easily agitated. He believes that everything that is done wrong must be righted and does not hesitate to speak out against the idea.

      Smokepelt is a different cat in battle. Battling is like a part of him. He is one of the better fighters in the Clan, and kittens and apprentices look up to him for fighting help. He has developed a lot of different techniques to be used in battle to fit his lithe, slippery body and combines his agility, speed, and litheness to attack or defend against the opponent. Some moves, he comes up entirely on his own during battle. Moves that he finds useful, he passes on to his trainees.

    Abilities/Extras:
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    History:
      Smokepelt was the fourth and last kit from the litter of Darkfur and Sparrowfoot. Being the smallest, he was pushed aside constantly, so he always had to fight to get a meal. He never got along with his littermates. His siblings always exclude him from games, so he spends the time with warriors or apprentices. He soon got along with a gentle elder named Scraptail. Scraptail would tell Smokekit stories of the big cats, their ancestors, and fill his mind with great warriors and their legacies. The two would often go for a short walk around the camp. The walk helped strengthen the little kitten's lungs and he soon became better. On one of these walks, Scraptail decided to teach Smokekit some basic battle moves like the paw swipe and the gripping bite. They would often race together, young kit and aging elder. Scraptail even taught Smokekit how to hunt, the proper way to stalk prey, and how to flex his back to lengthen his strides.

      One day, after Smokekit came back from a walk, he saw his siblings sharing a rabbit. He boasted to them that he could catch one. They dared him to, and he walked back out of camp. He caught a rabbit easily, but then a warrior patrol spotted him. His parents (and the leader) were in it. Just as his parents were about to think of a punishment for him, the leader intervened.

      "How long have you been hunting, Smokekit?" he asked.

      "This is my first catch," Smokekit said.

      The leader gazed at Smokekit for a moment, then drew himself up. "This kit is advanced, Darkfur. Should we begin his apprenticeship?"

      "But he is only 5 moons," said Sparrowfoot.

      "He already knows how to catch a rabbit," said the leader. "I've made up my mind."

      The next day, Smokekit was presented as an apprentice, ahead of his littermates. He was to be mentored by Gingerclaw. Gingerclaw was not ginger at all. He was a ferocious cat who taught Smokepaw the ways of the warrior. Being a better fighter than hunter, Gingerclaw pushed Smokepaw to the limits, often to the point where he had to rest for an entire day. But Smokepaw simply grew stronger under Gingerclaw's guidance and became only more powerful than his fellow apprentices. Smokepaw was dribbled constantly in strengthening his forepaw swipes and strikes, increasing his jaw snap strength, and especially his speed, jumping, and balance. He eventually got to the point where he could throw a twig high in the air, leap after it, snap it in half before it started falling, and land neatly on his paws. During spars, apprentices found it hard to catch up to him, much less unbalance him. The moment they pinpointed him, he had hit them hard and was gone. Warriors praised him, and even his own siblings were jealous of his skill.

      Before he was given his warrior naming ceremony, Smokepaw was involved in a major battle between WindClan and RiverClan. He managed to send off several of their warriors with simple bites and blows. On that day, the fog was heavy and hard to see through. But Gingerclaw had made sure to include low-visibility training in his course. Smokepaw was able to smell and hear his opponent before seeing him, always keeping him one step ahead of his opponent. Taking advantage of the environment, Smokepaw allowed himself to blend in with the fog. His opponents found it impossible to see Smokepaw clearly and keep up with his extreme speed. Smokepaw’s effective use of his skills helped determine the outcome of the battle.

      Smokepelt was thus named. During his naming ceremony, the leader proclaimed him as a strong, quick-witted, and fleet-footed warrior.

      Smokepelt has tried his best to keep to the good and make sure he did not use his skills for his own benefit. He treats all the kittens born as his own, not wanting them to feel rejected like he had been. He believes that early education will make a good warrior, just like Scraptail had earlier taught him the simple moves needed for adulthood.

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Turqion Velor -- dragon roleplay

Postby Vennenum » Mon Dec 26, 2016 5:43 pm


[[•T~U~R~Q~I~O~NV~E~L~O~R•]]

    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      Youth/Adolescent

    Species:
      Oriental Dragon

    Appearance:
      A magnificent creature with glowing silver scales that almost reflect its surroundings. He is thin, lithe, and moderate in size -- a perfect fit for his keen agility and speed. Charcoal gray, spiked crests grow along his spine, from nose to tail, gradually increasing, then decreasing in size. His eyes shine with a golden essence. Massive black talons tip the ends of his claws, used for gripping or gouging at his enemies. Slightly darker wings grow from his shoulders, complete with a mass of powerful muscles that thrust him high into the sky with only a few beats.

    Personality:
      A very playful, carefree fellow. Turqion loves fun more than anything, believing everything happens for a reason. He finds positivity in every event. As such, he is incredibly gullible and is terrible at sensing any form of sarcasm or jeer. He is not above teasing and making fun of others for his own pleasure, and doesn't mind when others do the same to him. He wants everybody to be his friend, always wanting to find common ground with them so they can relate more easily. He is incredibly patient, a skill polished through his track & ambush style of hunting.

    Abilities/Extras:
    • Incredibly speedy and agile, capable of executing incredible maneuvers with only a few wingbeats.
    • He is not as powerful or as heavily defended as most dragons.
    • utilizes his speed and cunning to outwit his opponent.
    • has some decent endurance, built up with his style of hunting.

      Hunting Style: Track & Ambush
        Turqion will stake out the area that he knows an animal or a herd may be travelling through. He will often remain atop thick branches with decent foliage. When they pass through, he will attack and give chase if necessary. He prefers hanging out around lakes or oceans, where his scales will blend in with the water.


    History:
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Harlan Ackermann -- human/Pokemon RPs

Postby Vennenum » Tue Dec 27, 2016 1:33 am


[[•H~A~R~L~A~NA~C~K~E~R~M~A~N~N•]]

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    Gender:
      Male

    Age:
      varies, generally over 20

    Species:
      Homo sapiens

    Appearance:
      A tall, well-built man, Harlan stands at 5'11. His black, half-moon-shaped eyes hold a firm, assertive gaze that command those around him. Atop his head lies a well-trimmed cut of purple hair, with small sideburns and a little tip hanging down on his forehead. He prefers wearing combinations of red and black, often donning a red hooded shirts and black utility pants. He is quite athletic, with slight muscle filling out his arms and legs.

    Personality:
      An ambitious young man with vast amounts of determination. He desires power and will do everything in his power to attain it, so long it does not offend his honor. He tries to fulfill his objectives to full completion, plus some, though he sees different advantages in failed tasks as well. He respects those people who can hold their own against him.

    Abilities/Extras:
      Pokemon:
      • Houndoom - named Charcoal
      • Mightyena - "Crisis"
      • Sneasel
      • Umbreon
      • Cacturne
      • Greninja

    History:
      The son of some wealthy barons of Kalos, Harlan grew up a stiff and uneventful life. Pinning their hopes on their only son, his parents chose him to become the heir to their massive company. Knowing that that was not the life he wished to leave, Harlan begged to be allowed on his Pokemon journey like other kids his age. That only made his parents sterner. His lessons became longer. Sick of the boredom and dying for freedom, Harlan eloped. He was aged 16.

      His first obtained Pokemon was a Houndour, who he got along instantly. Their relationship was awkward at first, with Harlan having only been around servant's Pokemon and being forbidden to speak to them. Gradually, their bond grew stronger, and along with the other Pokemon friends they've caught, they managed to land a spot in the Kalos League. They battled their way to the top, winning the finals and challenging the champion. They lost against the champion, much to Harlan's distaste. But their efforts caught the attention of a particular person in the Hoenn region: Maxie, of Team Magma.

      Maxie believed Harlan had great potential, with his rich man's education and drive to succeed. As Harlan had no set goal in mind after his failed attempt at the League, Maxie persuaded him to divert his goals to assist mankind instead. So Harlan traveled to Hoenn. He told Maxie he wanted to get to know the place first, see if it was a place he would be willing to settle in and stay to help with the plans. Maxie agreed, knowing Harlan would find the place matched his interests: plenty of different Pokemon to befriend and distance from his family who had been demanding his return home after the Kalos league. He was also given the task of documenting possible locations of the legendary Pokemon Groudon.

      During this time of exploration, he met a feisty young woman named Shelly. They met while exploring Meteor Falls, both investigating their respective Pokemon (Harlan = Groudon, Shelly = Kyogre). Not yet donning the uniforms of their respective teams, the two enjoyed a brief Pokemon battle. Harlan and Shelly agreed to become rivals then, not knowing that soon they would be pitted against each other in a feud.

      Their respective teams grew. Harlan had been a good choice to add to the team, with ambition and confidence inspiring others to join. Team Aqua expanded under the demise of being "charitable", and the striking looks of Shelly and her boss Archie helped recruit others who either wanted to be like them, had a crush on them, or wanted to learn from them. The two teams, especially Shelly and Harlan, constantly waged their feuds, often having similar plans of action in places of investigation.

      Team Magma and Team Aqua's plans had almost succeeded until the involvement of several trainers. Harlan, admitting that the trainers had good rebuttals to what would happen should they expand land or sea, agreed to back down and surrender. He spent time in jail for his crimes, and after decided to remain in Hoenn and run a ranch and gym on Celandon Village, a town located of the coast of northern Hoenn.

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Re: { V E N N E N U M } ~ Characters and RP Info

Postby Vennenum » Tue Dec 27, 2016 1:40 am

"Name; Vennenum

Gender: Male

Age: 8 years"

"Appearance: A cheeky wolf with a constant somber expression. His coat is a shaggy mess of whites and grays, complete with matted fur and tangled hairs. It's a condition, really, and the tangles have been so bothersome he doesn't deal with them anymore. He is blind in one eye and almost deaf in both ears. He can hear, but it requires shouting at close range."


"Personality: You might think he's patient because of his disability, but actually, he gets snappy relatively quickly. He desperately wants others to understand him and to be able to understand others. Vennenum speaks in riddles, adding to the confusion.

He is extremely unforgiving, grudging on others who cause him pain, whether it's psychological or physiological. A bit of disrespect may stem from his words, along with his pessimistic attitude. But as much as he shows off his sarcasm and pessimism, he is willing to support his closest friends."

History:
Vennenum was born as a quiet but loving pup, with fully functional ears and eyes. His three siblings were larger than him and picked on him, but they all understood that it was purely love and friendship between them. As he got older his eyesight in his left eye was fading and he grew more sober in his daily life. He lost his love for romping about with his siblings and the other wolves in the pack, and preferred to sit alone and contemplate things. One day, he discovered a river, full of small fish, and thought it would be an aid to the pack to be able to provide food. However, he was hindered by his eye and instead of catching food, fell into the river. The water was dangerously cold, and though he survived, he lost his hearing, and one of his siblings drowned in the effort to save him. This caused him unbearable misery, along with pessimism and anger. The guilt over his brother's death made him hate himself, and others who tried to comfort him. He began to snap at other wolves who tried befriending him, and sarcastic and rude. As a result, he was mostly left alone. He is now wary of others who speak to him, and partly worried that he will hurt them in the long run, and worried that becoming too close to them will hurt him somehow as well.
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