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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:26 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:36 am
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Name: Sirius
Sex: male
Parents:
Siblings: Brisco
Temper: Crafty
Lifemate: n/a
Breed: Cursed Skinwalker - OC Cosplay (NOT a Cosplay of Sirius Black from Harry Potter)
Familiar: none
Herd: none
Colorist: Sirenz
Co-Owner: No longer co-owned
Obtained: Gift from mint `tea
Sig Image:
Roleplay Color: darkgray
Personality: Once upon a time, Sirius was probably a friendly, easy-going, upstanding stallion. However, that is no longer the case. Upon becoming a skinwalker, the stallion’s personality has changed dramatically. He’s dark, broody, often lost in his own dark mind. The severeness of his affliction waxes and wanes like the moon, ranging his personality from simply a foul, bitter soul to a deranged bloodthirsty monster. For obvious reasons he does not spend much time around other Soquili, for they tend to annoy him, and openly show fear and/or degust towards him.
Even for a skinwalker, Sirius is exceptionally foul; he never cleans himself or the bloody refuse all over his mouth and fur. His pelt is rotting and ratty (though supernaturally stays in tact); often attracting flies and maggots.
History: Sirius doesn't remember his time before he was cursed.
Breeding One: Reserved for Delia
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Breeding Four: OPEN
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Breeding Five: OPEN
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From his previous Teepee:
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:37 am
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Name: Dubh Sidhe
Means "dark fey" in Gaelic
Pronounced "doo - shee"
Sex: female
Parents:
Siblings:
Temper:
Lifemate: enigmatic
Breed: Wildlife - Red-spotted-purple butterfly
Familiar: none
Herd: none
Colorist: littlewerewolfgirl (original), Imp (skinwalker)
Co-Owner: none
Obtained: Custom Slot (original), RP Contest (corpse powder)
Sig Image: [x]
Roleplay Color: darkslateblue
Personality: Mysterious and enneadic, it always seems like there is more going on in her mind that she lets on. She’s generally quiet, but when she speaks its velvety and low. She has an almost disturbing lack of empathy, either unwilling to or unable to relate to most other Soquili. She is pointedly interested in life and death, equally enamored by the sight of a blooming flower as she is by the sight of a decaying carcass. Being a ground Soquili, meat has no appeal to her as a means of food, but the urge to hunt has overcome her a few times. As of yet, she hasn’t acted on it. Due to all this, she has a hard time making friends, as most other Soquili find her creepy, but when they do talk to her, she outwardly seems friendly enough in conversation, though her they may wander into dark subjects quickly if she’s allowed to lead the conversation. Sidhe also perfers twilight and night to the daytime, and tends to sleep during the brightest hours of the day.
History: Sidhe’s memories start when she was a young filly, alone in a field of wildflowers. She remembers nothing before that. She woke up alone, no other Soquili in sight. It was the middle of the night, but the full moon was bright enough that it made the whole field illuminated. She had blood on her hooves and a bit splattered on her body, but no indication about who it was from. She was uninjured herself, and just a small filly, which it make it nearly impossible for her to have been the one inflicted. She went family less from there, staying with a benevolent mare for a week or two at a time before moving on. She’s been drifting ever sense, and long forgotten to care about her life before the field.
Something Wicked This Way Comes... (RP Contest)
Soq's name: Dubh Sidhe
Means "dark fey" in Gaelic
Pronounced "doo - shee"
Soq cert: Cert
Soq uncert:Uncert
Personality pre-cursing:
Mysterious and enigmatic, it always seems like there is more going on in her mind that she lets on. She’s generally quiet, but when she speaks it is velvety and low. She has an almost disturbing lack of empathy, either unwilling to or unable to relate to most other Soquili. She is pointedly interested in life and death, equally enamored by the sight of a blooming flower as she is by the sight of a decaying carcass. Being a ground Soquili, meat has no appeal to her as a means of food, but the urge to hunt has overcome her a few times. As of yet, she hasn’t acted on it. Due to all this, she has a hard time making friends, as most other Soquili find her creepy, but when they do talk to her, she outwardly seems friendly enough in conversation, though her they may wander into dark subjects quickly if she’s allowed to lead the conversation. Sidhe also perfers twilight and night to the daytime, and tends to sleep during the brightest hours of the day.
History pre-cursing:
Sidhe’s memories start when she was a young filly, alone in a field of wildflowers. She remembers nothing before that. She woke up alone, no other Soquili in sight. It was the middle of the night, but the full moon was bright enough that it made the whole field illuminated. She had blood on her hooves and a bit splattered on her body, but no indication about who it was from. She was uninjured herself, and just a small filly, which it make it nearly impossible for her to have been the one inflicted. She went family less from there, staying with a benevolent mare for a week or two at a time before moving on. She’s been drifting ever sense, and long forgotten to care about her life before the field.
What is CuterThanYou?:A fashionable bag lady
Pelt preference: coyote or catwalker (surprise me)
Prompt Response: "A have a story I want to tell you," the mysterious man said to her. Dubh Sidhe had never spoken to a two-legger before, but something about him intrigued her. "You see, this woman had a tame Soquili mare, she had raised since the horse was just a small filly," he started, looking directly into Dubh Sidhe's eyes. "She made blankets, you see... and her Soquili helped her carry them to the village to sell. This mare loved her human so much, she never would complain. She did her duty like any devoted little horse would." Dubh Sidhe shifted her weight on her hooves as she continued to listen. "But the woman, she kept putting more and more blankets on the overworked mare's back. And one day, she said 'please, no more.' The human woman was so angry, she said back to the mare, 'Are you not strong? These blankets weigh hardly more than air.' So the mare succumbed, and let her load more blankets on her." The man paused again, smiling a strange smile at Dubh Sidhe, who was absolutely entranced by the story. "But one day the woman, as she lay yet another blanket on her mare..." SNAP, the man clapped his hands together suddenly and unexpectedly, causing Dubh Sidhe jump. With a satified smile the man continued, "her back snapped, and she died instantly, right there in front of her human."
The metaphor of the story was not lost on Dubh Sidhe. Just a few hours earlier, the lonely mare had approached a handsome young stallion that had wandered near the thicket that she called home. Painfully shy, and socially awkward, the encounter had not gone well. The stallion seemed irritated by her presence, and made a quick retreat. This was rather par for the course for this eccentric and disturbing mare. While beautiful, she had a quality to her - a dark, unnerving aura that caused most Soquili to avoid her. Dubh Sidhe had grown a thick skin over the years, but tonight the stallions rebuff had gotten to her, and she shed her first tears in many years. This is when the dark two-legger had approached her.
She felt an instant connection with this man. He seemed to understand her...she could just feel it. He had answers, and Dubh Sidhe was ever-so-willing to learn them from him. After the story, he offered her a dark gift, and she accepted, without fully understanding exactly what the consequences would be. When the powder had first touched her skin and singed her fur-it hurt. The smell filled her nose and a wave of nausea had overcome her. But as her body reeled it seemed to grow stronger. Lights became brighter, colors more prismatic; smells and sounds painting a chorus of sensations across her brain. And a single thought running through her head - revenge. She was able to track him down - the stallion that who was so quick to brush her off earlier that day - quite easily. Nose to the ground like a beast on the hunt, she found him quickly: lazily grazing in a field amongst his small herd.
Seeing his eyes widen in fear as she charged him was satisfying. Sinking her teeth into his throat was like being reborn. It was if she had never tasted anything before; she had never felt so alive or right about anything before this. The feel of his hot blood spilling over her coat made her shudder in pleasure. She sound of the screams of his family watching was music to her ears. She watched him fall to the ground, his life draining out of him, staining the grass as it pooled around where his throat used to be. By now she didn't even remember why he looked so familiar. And she didn't care, either. Nothing else mattered anymore. She was doing what she was born to be doing. She would fill her belly with his corpse later, for now - her eyes turned to the fleeing herd-members - there were more games to play.
Breeding One: OPEN
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Breeding Four: OPEN
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:49 am
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Name: Rime
Sex: female
Parents:
Siblings: Glacier
Temper: Capricious
Lifemate: n/a
Breed: Cursed Skinwalker - Cat
Familiar:
Herd:
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Co-Owner: none
Obtained: Gift from Sabin
Sig Image:
Roleplay Color: #1E90FF
Personality: Rime is fairly mild-mannered (for a skinwalker) most of the time. Which isn't to say she's friendly by any means, but she won't always murder you at first sight when she's in one of her "good moods". Exceptionally brave Soquili may even be able to hold a conversation with her. However, she's exceptionally capricious, and her mood swings wildly and with little warning. When she's depressed, scared, annoyed, angry, or stressed she will lash out violently and without mercy. She has no special tricks to her hunting: she goes in full-tilt, tearing our her prey' throat.
History: Laikaylah and Glacier both hail from large, prominent families in the far north: a land of much snow, ice and dark, evergreen forests. Most of the Soquili from that area have thick, luxurious coats that are generally spotted like that of the great hunting cats that also call the Forever Winter home. Glacier and Laikaylah were friends since they were foals - along with many of each others' families: Laikaylah was also good friends with one of Glacier's sisters: Rime. Unbeknownst to her, Rime had fallen just in love with Laikaylah as Glacier had. When Glacier finally confessed his feelings for Laikaylah (and she admitted her reciprocation), Rime was heartbroken. She tried to plead with Laikaylah - coming clean about her feels and begging her not to go through her plans to leave with Glacier and travel the world. Though she tried to be diplomatic about as he could, Laikaylah explained she loved Glacier and she didn't ever expect that to change.
Having never been anywhere outside their homelands, the new couple stuck out on their own to travel the world, leaving Rime heartbroken and devastated in the Forever Winter. Unbeknownst to then, Rime eventually succumbed to her devastation and was manipulated into taking corpse powder. Now a cursed skinwalker, she is hunting her brother and his lover - determined to take revenge for what's happened to her.
Breeding One: Reserved for Orpheus - Agreement
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Breeding Four: OPEN
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:25 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:27 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:29 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:38 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:48 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:49 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:53 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 11:55 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:06 pm
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