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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:52 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:11 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
What a Piece of Work is a Man
ADVERTISING Day:1
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:29 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:26 pm
Let me know if something needs tweaking/taking out. :3 All the World's a Stage: Username: ChezaRain
SoA's Name: Buibui
Gender: Female
Species: Lion
Stage: Adult
Rank: Noble
Personality: Usually quiet, she's the type who's the butt of foul rumors and heavy suspicions. She thinks lowly of her fellow nobles, and would rather spend her time associating with slaves over her neighbors, not that she wanted to.
History: Born to two very different parents, one of which was had been a member to the pride but had left for her low rank, the other a rogue who had been made into a puppet by his lover's whims. She wanted his dark purple pelt, he wanted to follow her to the ends of the earth, and thusly was Bui and her siblings born. Her mother wasn't fond of them, mostly because they had taken her markings and weren't fully 'noble', as she'd intended, so she abandoned them with their father, who took them back to her pride and expected to find her there, to no avail. He chose to leave, but Bui was the only of her siblings who wished to stay within the pride instead of going with him, seeing what sorrow he was subjecting them to, and grew up under the care of a random lioness.
Description: Base is [1] purple, with a black streak running down her back that forms into [2] lace down her sides that fades. Tips of her ears are black, and there is a black streak that runs under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose made of the lace pattern. CC anything really, not really strict on design, as long as she has a gothic feel. Colors I'll allow: dark purples, black, dark red, flamingo pinks, faded blues, etc etc. Let Tim Burton lead your thoughts? XD
Reference Image(s): [1] [2]
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:49 pm
Advertising, Part the First
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:31 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
Oh, for the lost kids event, can we only enter with lions, or can familiars be entered as well?
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:39 pm
Children With Their Judgment Looked:Name: MoonRazor
SoA: Raziela Liron
Image: Ela
Reason: Raziela's servant, Pan, is a devoted, if overly pessimistic creature. When he hears of these cubs being lost in the woods, his mind will immediately jump to the worst case scenario--what if they get mangled or killed or starved or stabbed or... or...?--and he will be so very worried about these helpless children. Because he thinks of Ela as his savior of sorts and is convinced that she chose to adopt him instead of kill him, he knows she has the kindness and compassion to take care of a kid (and Pan would help a buttload too, of course, so the kid might even end up being more like his than Ela's) and he'll convince her to go and at least try and look for one.
Because Ela believes so firmly in fate, she'll agree and go look, thinking that if she does find one, then it must have been meant to be and if it doesn't, then it wasn't.
Will you be able to participate in a group RP?: Yup.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:42 pm
They don't have to be lions, but no familiars. <3
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 12:06 am
All the World's a Stage:Username: MoonRazor
SoA's Name: Derasan (Armenian for "actor")
Gender: Male
Species: Lion
Stage: Adult
Rank: Player
Personality: A born actor, Derasan is a lion of many faces. He very much enjoys the challenge of inhabiting alternative personas, and strives to be the most convincing actor on the stage.
Empathetic and caring, Derasan wants only the best for everybody. He is everybody's best friend, and always wants to be in the know. He seems to know everything about everybody, and is always up to date with the latest pride gossip. For Derasan, though, it's more than just gossip. He tends to become so caught up in the news that he gets that he often takes it to be his business as well - if two friends of his are arguing about something that doesn't concern him, you can still be sure that Derasan will be there to play peacemaker.
The world is, in fact, a stage for Derasan. Everything seems more dramatic to him than for most, more extreme and wild than perhaps they actually are. He has a tendency to blow small things out of proportion, and reacts to everything as though it was the end of the world or the best thing in the world.
History: The eldest son of a pair of players, Derasan grew up in the world of entertainment. Even as a child, he very much loved the spirit and joie de vivre that surrounded his parents and their friends. There was such happiness in their way of life that he couldn't imagine anything otherwise.
As a cub, Derasan often took small roles in plays whenever he could, and slowly grew from being a child actor to a more mature one. The depth of his experiences in the theater have made him aware of all the subtle nuances of his trade, and this understanding has only made him more determined to become better at what he does.
Description: CC patterns
Reference Image(s): Palette!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:37 am
The Stranger
Username: Mei silja
Name of The Stranger: Tien
Name Meaning: Fairy, or spirit
Prompt: 1/2
History: Tien was born to a little group of rouges who were making a small pride just for themselves. Gentle and soft all of them, they would sing and go about work. Their children were raised with gentle and kind words and were told stories of places far off. They were all a kind and warm hearted bunch. Tien was named by the elder who saw in him something unlikely to be found in their group. Someone who had a love for more than song and story. He had a large love for everything the past him and the elder foresaw him unable to hate anything for his whole life. So Tien he was given a soft simple name of a fairy or spirit. Someone who loves but that love is too odd and far away to be warm. It was as the elder said, Tien loved any all in the small pride and those who pasted it. However they could not ever tell if his love was something they wanted or not.
It was when Tien reached adolescents, tragedy struck the small pride hard. Their opening paws and welcoming smiles beckoned the wrong sort closer. Another band trying to dig out a territory for themselves to call home. At first the new band seemed relaxed and calm and Tien’s family welcomed them as they did with everyone else. However it was when everyone slept that this band attacked. Tien had been away, watching the stars and thinking of becoming an adult. When he returned he saw all the deaths and something in him closed softly and silently. The band saw him, they were covered in his parents blood, his siblings his elders. However they only stared at him. They expect him to attack, or cry, but all the got was a wispy stare, then Tien turned and left without a word.
Had the band asked, Tien’s little pride would have smiled and moved off to let them have the territory. That was how they were, but they had simply killed them in their sleep. Tien did not blame anyone, he only regretted their foolishness. Foolishness for his smiling warm pride, and those of the band who killed them where there was no need. So it was Tien moved off to wonder alone, not minding the solitude for he knew his whole pride watched him and were smiling from those stars so far off. From adolescents to adulthood he found little of trouble, he hunted and fed well and slept alone where he found shelter. All this time though, he never spoke to anyone who past him. He smiled and nodded, gestured and bowed; but no song story or word passed from him in the seasons. Then came a day he saw an odd mismatched group talking and laughing excitedly about going to another pride. That decided his path, when whispers of a story of fairy reached his ears.
Prompt: (While you were wandering the rogue lands, you noticed a group of lions traveling together. What brings you to the decision to follow this group? You may over-hear them talking about the pride, as the leader seems to know all about it, or there may be another reason entirely. Just lonely, perhaps?)
It was early in the morning, the sun rose pink in the sky and the mist coated the grass blades and his mane. It rolled past his fur and his his skin wake him with cold drops of water. He had gone for a drink, and as he did he heard many voices. One rose higher than the others, a lemon yellow male who was speaking to another male of a pride of lions who like to sing and spin stories of great things. They dress themselves in hides and feathers, beads and anything that seemed colorful. They are a marry bunch that seemed the perfect place to be. Tien would have turned and left them, but his ears caught him more of the pride. Another bunch off into the forest is the same but they play jokes and pranks, laugh and party all the time. They believe fairies live in the trees to cause trouble for missing things.
Tien remembered his own pride with fondness and so instead of turning away he silently moved to follow the group. None turned to see him, and so he simply walked and slept a bit away but still part of the group. It was after many suns that he was noticed at all, and then there was some confusion. However he was not asked to leave and Tien smiled and started to silently help them in small things. When others slept he stayed awake, watching the cubs fondly. He liked children, they were so bright and sweet and their love so warm and gentle. Time kept moving, and he watched the wanderers silently and loved softly each one even if they didn’t know it. They were hopeful, and though some seemed to be possibly lying and not trusting each other they still worked to go on.
Then it was when they arrived at the pride Tien was forgotten, but it suited him fine. Many ears and eyes that did not see him spoke and acted as they normally would. So as he moved through the pride like a white shadow he learned of ranks and those silent ranks none ever spoke about. Purple lions it seemed were in high regard, yet he had heard rumor the queen was an almost pure white lioness. This was puzzling, but his time was suddenly cut short to see things unseen himself. He was soon noticed and he was surprised to see he was met with hostility in some areas. They did not trust him it seemed. He could not understand why, oh he knew his pelt was not purple but that did not account for all the mistrust to be placed on him.
He found he enjoyed the pride bustling activity; he had yet to step to the forest but here seemed so bright and alive here. It was his pride all over again though with less gentle care to full strangers. Here was a place he could see to call home, and know if he left to look at stars; they would still be there when he returned. His musing of it being home was soon stopped, as a purple lion came to the pride. It seemed many knew him, and many more did not fully trust or understand why it was he returned. Tien wondered to, but he silently kept watching. Here was something going on, he could feel the whole pride get unsettled by the purple male showing up. Still he vowed to watch, and he already knew he did love this pride for their colors and their upraised voices for play or for anger. This could be a lovely home, and a second chance to learn what his elders said he lacked in his love.
He could tell the King loved his pride and everyone in it, but was it the kind of love that was meant to be kingly and warm; or was it like his? So distant that it was cold.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:28 am
Advertising on this second day!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:52 am
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 7:03 am
Advertising Day 1
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 7:38 am
question?
do you have to pay Custom Contest?
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