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Elysium OOC / Open free headshots + one full ref
« on: May 30, 2019, 03:20:46 PM »
sup yall. I'm bored, and need to do something aside from costume making or worrying over stuff. gimme ur chars and I'll doodle em. limit of one (1) full body ref but endless headshots.

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Elysium / Open something that will never come ¤ weekly tasks
« on: May 30, 2019, 03:16:34 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — BABY, YOU'RE SO CLASSIC
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Tis that time again. //

rolling over from her spot in the sun, the tired grumpy tigress rose to her feet after a minute of thought, realizing that there had been no new weekly tasks, and that she should probably encourage someone to do some. well, she was a little too lazy today to do that. so instead, the tigress gave a deep seated roar, "come get your task for the week!"
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & EL. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open better make the shot ¤ weekly tasks
« on: May 08, 2019, 12:07:03 AM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — BABY, YOU'RE SO CLASSIC
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the resident tigress opened her jaws in a mighty yawn, licking her maw before roaring to gather the attention of those gathered in elysium.

"Hey Elysium! Come get your weekly tasks here!"
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & EL. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Uncharted Territories / The Blackguard c'mere, pretty please // weekly tasks (3/12 to 3/19)
« on: March 12, 2019, 10:29:41 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — BABY, YOU'RE SO CLASSIC
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letting out a rippling roar, ariside stood at the top of her den within the city, summoning her fellow roseblooders, the tigress agile despite her weight upon the old building.

"hey ya lazy rat bastards! come get a task!" she roared in good humor.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & EL. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open battle weary heart -- re-intro
« on: February 19, 2019, 05:07:52 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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there was always a sadness, a drifting sorrow. recently though, the sadness had taken many and forced all into a slump. there was little to do, yet too much at the same time. there was not enough energy within all to do these things, everyone was plagued by certain things, exhaustion claiming lives.

the merge hadn't been a surprise, everyone had dropped off the face of the earth, and to their allies, they were silent. yet those who were still there tried to be active, they did. they hosted events and saw nothing more than the empty looks in eyes. one such person who had stuck around through the silence and setting of the sun upon sunhaven was a tigress with a penchant for disasters.

ariside laneces was her name, a woman born from the wreckage of a burnt mansion, from the broken bones of her lover and sister. she was strong than a redwood, and as old as time. she was imperium, power, tamed by her own conscious. she had been a guardian, a world-destroyer once, and had instead turned to protecting the innocent from the monsters in the shadows. even to this day, the taste of hot coals and burnt ashes clung to her mouth and the sounds of popping wood and unnatural screams rang innecessantly within her ears.

she stood in the new territory, her eyes closed as she listened to the world around her and all of the active beings in activity, sorely missing certain sounds she knew she would never embrace again. fresh scars and rips played tag across her pelt as her legs moved, bringing her into a silent prowl around the territory, eyes slowly opening to reveal bright blue orbs that were as could as the ocean depths. she was back, not home, never home, calling it a new house, a new bed, with the same faces.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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The Pitt / Open I am more of a liar // joiner
« on: January 08, 2019, 04:38:28 PM »
MARLE ROE
✯ — WHEN WILL THE PAIN WE FEEL GO AWAY?
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nightmares were not the kind of shit one would want to fuck with. nor the memories of the past. it all equated to something really fucked up. and that something fucked up was his heart and mind, or at least in his eyes.

a tall and brooding male stood in the jungle, silver eyes sweeping over every little detail before him. he was traveling,
tracking after his brother and after a certain someone he had lost, his neice trailing behind him. this probably wasn't the safest place for her to be, but he was trying to find his brother to return his daughter to him. the wolf's head turned left and right, taking in the strange scents around them. it had been a long time since he had been to any group or clan, and he had once said that he would not return to them after leaving three packs behind as part of his legacy. but it seemed like such groups would have to be spoken to in regards of the two he sought.
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✯ — MALE. THE PITT & P.V. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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The Pitt / Open gotta be a martyr // corpse hanging
« on: January 07, 2019, 02:37:25 AM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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this was going a little far, but to be honest? she fucking lived for this type of danger. without the thrill what was life? some wasteful existence, just like the corpse that dangled from the tigress' jaws. poor fucker. not that she cared.

hah. caring. what the hell was that? not something that she did, obviously. stalking into the jungle that reminded her of childhood, she was quick to take to the trees, a loop of rope resting around her chest and shoulder. leaping from tree to tree, up in the highest branches she sought out the largest and most visited tree.

finally finding it, she paused for a moment before snorting a dark type of laugh. how ironic it would be, to hang the corpse of the dead predator in the main center of the pitt. she was almost tempted to do it. no. not the right risk tonight, but maybe something for tomorrow.

focusing back on her task at hand, the mercenary set the corpse on the limb of the tree she stood in, unraveling the rope from her shoulder and securing it around the main part of the bough. tightening the knot with a hard tug, she set to tying it around the body. finally, the female would carelessly kick the tied up corpse down from its bough, the body dancing in the air as it slowly came to swing and finally stop, hanging like a puppet.

a note was tucked into the NPC lion's mouth, his eyes gouged out and tongue missing. there were a few scorch marks along his pelt, cauterized yet open gaping wounds. done by a glowing hot knife, one left to sit in burning coals. the letter was addressed to the pitt in general, but more specifically to the ardent and other high positions. an open threat from an undisclosed enemy, seen as the tigress carried no scent with her, masked by natural surroundings.

'keep your eyes open, there's a cautionary tale to follow. being a martyr sucks. I don't take kindly to snoops in my shop, assholes.'

after watching her work hang, the merc left as she came, silent and without a scent to follow, only leaving deep gouges in the tree next to the body, the sap running dark like blood through the sharp and jagged claw shape and 'AL' scrawled in the tree's bark. a calling card from the killer.

//out// 
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open change of pace // weekly tasks
« on: January 07, 2019, 02:14:39 AM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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the tigress had quickly become tired of the silence floating throughout sunhaven. she understood that some were busy with personal obligations and well, she was one of them too. after the destruction of her forge? she had kind of gone off the radar. to be fair, she was ensuring her forge in the rosebloods was still standing.
on that note, the group was preparing for war, and she did not want to drag sunhaven under with her wartime ties to the place and one of her gang members. best to cut ties and break some hearts, yeah?

taking a deep breath she let out a powerful roar, "HEY SUNHAVEN, ITS TIME TO RISE AND SHINE! I'VE GOT SOME TASKS FOR YOU SLEEPY BUGGERS!"

that should do it. now, to sit back and wait for the first offended victim to show up.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Uncharted Territories / Paradise Valley i'll keep it safe -- joiner
« on: December 27, 2018, 02:16:20 AM »
MARLE ROE
✯ — WHEN WILL THE PAIN WE FEEL GO AWAY?
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darkness was no forgotten being, no lost lover. it was a cold embrace, a reminder of the wars long escaped. it was the kiss of night upon the frigid unforgiving brow of the survivor. darkness was the only thing that would be able to describe the man walking through the lands, his head down, lost without a thought, following some unknown directional path.

he was tall, dark, broody, and what was more? he reeked of primal danger and force. he was strong, there was no question. but there was a longing sadness in the monster who prowled the lands, destroying the untrue and the false who crossed his path. he bore himself like a man who had been raised only to kill, and perhaps he was, yet the authority that leaked off of him was intimidating and frightening. what would such a man as he do with the power he surely had?

he came to a stop finally, having heard rumors of a medical man in this certain area, one famed for his fur and for his skills. he was no shaman, nothing like back home. he came from the destroyed lands of the humans who had walked before him. from the ruins of the house he had lived in as a man many years ago, before he lost his family and was stuck in this body of his.

now, he stood at the border of this unfamiliar place, seeking out the one who wore the old worn ribbon. he sought out the remedy to his broken painful memories, the one who could push away the scars of the past, the one who could help him to soothe the ragged rotting wounds on his heart.
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✯ — MALE. PARADISE VALLEY. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open i thought i saw the devil this morning // forge fire
« on: December 25, 2018, 01:13:06 AM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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ariside was deep in the cups by the time she had stumbled out from her forge, reeking of alcohol just to scramble up onto the rocks lining the drop into the sea, her eyes forlorn and full of aching pain. "hey dj. glow. if you're alive out there somewhere, please know that I am still hunting down the bastard that took your life so many year ago, darling. it's the anniversary of your death tonight. I'm in a different place, a different time now. I hope to see you and our baby one day soon. I'm trying, love. I'm trying to move on." she murmured as she looked up at the clear sky and the halo around the moon, light bouncing off of the ocean.

the cold wind rippled at her fur, catching and waving, a mocking dance of affection from the long dead that she would never see again. tears fell in the crashing violence far below, nothing to be compared to next to the broken and senseless whip of emotions coiled in her chest. she wished that the past would stay dead, but it never worked that way for her. the past kept coming back to drag her back under into the world she had escaped.

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a warped crackling noise came from her forge behind her before the nighttime world exploded in a burst of fire and flame, hot metal glowing hot exploding outwards, accompanied by shards of pottery. she stood there, looking down into the wreckage, in disbelief and shock as she watched the burning carcass of her entire new life, watched as metals glowed like divine eyes of judgement and retribution,
ash settling on her coat.

for that Christmas eve, she had nothing to be thankful for, only that her destroyed life and home were far away from the rest of where she had gone to start anew. if the popping and crying of the fire and super heated metal and wood didnt wake the city of sleeping sunhaveners, perhaps the heart rending cry of ultimate despair and loss, enough to raise the hair on the back of the neck, would haunt the dreams of those sure to rise.

all that she had left, was the fur on her back, the hollow emptiness in her heart and her sword strapped to her side, the ash painting war marks on her face as she dashed down to where her entirety had been. there, she would shed tears, claws dug into the dirt, unaware of the eyes watching from darkness, watching in satisfaction of the hunter's destruction. she had no home here, no lover, no family, no cause. she was alone, drifting, without a tether. for this was who she was: a traveler with no ties, one destined for the empty cries of sirens and the lulling waves of the lost seas.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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The Typhoon / Open begin again // gift for stella
« on: December 20, 2018, 12:54:27 AM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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only a fool would have missed the sadness in the young femme when she had showed up at the secret santa event. ariside had felt her heart go out to the girl, she knew pain well, more intimately than any lover before it.

so now, here she was, carrying a clean cloth in her jaws. within it though? those were the precious items she was bringing with her to give the young lass. there were some sugary treats, and some works from her forge, having cooled off the last while.

clearing her throat, the tigress would clap out in a smoke-thickened voice, "hello! I bring gifts for a certain lass -- is there a stella here?"

she wanted to see the look on the girl's face when she received the gifts that ariside had prepared, and also to adjust one or two things on the gifts as she truly hadn't got the chance to grab the femme's size.

@stella

//woot woot 100 posts lmao//
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open heres to another // flower crowns (wt)
« on: December 19, 2018, 09:00:39 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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sitting in front of one of the colored houses out by the water, kade had assembled a large assortment of flowers and blooms, her eyes filled with amusement.

she sat back from the flat stones she had set the flowers out on, a grin on her lips as she waved her tail once or twice. she was waiting for her first "client" to show up, humored by the idea of weaving blooms together, especially at this time of year.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open it takes more than one // party
« on: December 15, 2018, 11:20:26 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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as of late, ariside's luck had been absolutely lackluster. like, completely. she may have gotten lucky twice but both were one-night stands.

and today? today was the shit on the pie. ymir had been with her for one night of fun, and her emotions were all over the place now. she wanted a simple,  long-term relationship. she was tired of feeling used after every potentially romantic encounter. they always walked away and pretended like it never happened. she was tired of this feeling.

so now, she was outside of her forge with the sun beginning to dip towards the horizon. she gave a tired breath, looking around at her creation. she had set up a few jugs of the liquor she had been given by a friend in the rosebloods, a few jugs of orange juice for the younger ones and the critters that didnt feel like drinking any alcohol. she knew she was going to be wasted before the sun even set.

clearing her throat, she went about setting up some wires and jars with fireflies, most hibernating yet. she had cleaned up the area for safe enjoyment of her peers, a party before Christmas got under way. a last "screw it all" to the rough hand they'd been thrown with the flood and every other hard moment.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Open putting the pieces back together // clean up
« on: December 04, 2018, 02:08:00 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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ariside had went to her forge that she had recently set up, the tigress having told Gordon to meet there to begin the territory cleanup. she let out a roar, blinking as she called, "sunhaveners! if you wish to help clean up the bigger pieces of the debris, gather here!"

@GORDON CIPHER.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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Elysium / Private heart to heart // p. dimitri & donovan
« on: November 29, 2018, 12:45:01 PM »
ARISIDE LANECES
✯ — GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CATCH MY BREATH
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ariside had heard all she needed to know about the birds and the bees, hell, she would have been telling her own kids about them at this time if not for well, that, the painful past. it amused her nonetheless to see some NPC children making faces and tearing away from their parents as if their paws were on fire. she would have liked to see such expressions on her own kids' faces but that was done and past now. it deserved to stay buried.

shaking her head, she turned her attention back to what she was doing -- setting up her forge out on the coast, away from the water enough to avoid the worst of the tides. she had found some old human metals that she would melt down, old banged up things that she could use to make arms or even toys for the young ones. she didnt know how to work wood, but she knew how to make metal sing for her. currently all of her tools sat on a rack made of wood, to be replaced when she had time.

she was aware of any approaching person, but she was rather wrapped up with getting the fire going and coals smoldering to notice anybody's approach, fur glistening with sweat. stepping back successfully, she would take the scarf wound on her tail and dab at the worst of the sweat before taking a brief break to look out at the sea.

@dimitri.
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✯ — FEMALE. RB & SH. MODERATE-HIGH. REF. BIO. — ✯
#psychosocial.

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