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By NorthernWolves

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[b Puppetmaster:] [b [#9900ff NorthernWolves]]
[b Name:] [b [#9900ff Skana, Alina]]
[b Nickname:] [b [#9900ff Punk Cat]]
[b Age:] [b [#9900ff 28]]
[b Pride:] [b [#ffd700 The Golden Sea]]
[b Rank:] [b [#9900ff Huntress]]
[b Feline:] [b [#9900ff Lynx]]
[b Human Photo:] [b [#9900ff https://pic8.co/sh/Yf46U1.jpeg]]
[b Feline Photo:] [b [#9900ff https://pic8.co/sh/ewBQnv.jpeg]]
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[b Username:] [b [#ff9900 NorthernWolves]]
[b Character Name:] [b [#ff9900 Vri Natek]]
[b Alias/Nickname:] [b [#ff9900 N/A]]
[b Age (18+):] [b [#ff9900 38]]
[b Gender:] [b [#ff9900 Female]]
[b Species:] [b [#ff9900 Techno-fused Aliens]]
[b Skills:] [b [#ff9900 Hacking, electronics, improvised explosives]]
[b Short Biography:] [#ff9900 Nitra wasn’t anything special from the outside. She was from a small planet with slight biome variations across the planet and a sentient race, but a closer look at this sentient race revealed the unique aspect. They were creatures that had the ability to fuse in and out of technology at will. This was not always so, and because of that, a group existed with the sole purpose of returning to the ways of the old, either with hacking or violence. Vri Natek matured in this upheaved time, even feeling the effects of being helped, which spurred her into joining the anti-hacking force. While protecting her people from nefarious viruses and other malware, Vri noticed certain inconsistencies involving arms shipment from off world to these violent groups. She began setting up a sting operation in finding the source, but each time she thought the creature was located, it turned out someone higher up was involved. Eventually, this constant jumping nailed a certain feline arms dealer and led to her arrest.
Little did Vri know she’d end up training with her. ]
[b Picture URL:] [b [#ff9900 https://pic8.co/sh/9qYxJn.jpeg]]

Sample Writings:
1) [b Will of Shadows]
As with any first experience of a specific drug, the system easily accepted it while the ease of leaving the system was reversely proportional; in other words, it was not so bloody easy. To be fair, Andreana did partake in various hallucinogenic substances, both native and human-made, but never with such a deep sleep potency. While the usual substances of choice left the mind with more space to wander, this substance attached with a heavy weight and literally tugged the mind into the dark depths of unconsciousness.
As with any naturally buoyant item, the mind contained several abilities such as keeping upright and rising back up from the depths and to the surface. With such a potent drug being used on Andreana combined with her mind being completely unprepared for such a potent drug, some lapse of time occurred where the mind slowly realized that it had in fact sunk.
After the pressured and sinking realization that it had in fact sunk, the mind unsurely began slowly ascending towards the surface. Usually ascension from sleep was through clear waters, but a side effect of the drug made the normally clear waters a murky mess. Not only did the drug induce faulty depth perception, it even added some solid things into the already murky concoction. This made the mind bounce around similarly to how the depth charges bounce around submarines, except these objects were meant for the complete opposite. Instead of forcing the mind in faster surfacing, they prevented the surfacing as long as possible.
Usually, the body would respond in a certain way when the mind reached some checkpoint in the ascension, just as how the body would be prepared to wake up when the mind fully ascended. Because of the obstacles thrown in the way, the body responded in a delayed fashion. So, when the mind fully ascended, instead of light and activity, only darkness and total inactivity greeted it.
The mind did send out a probe of frustration from the dark void. It then immediately regretted the action as light and activity burst through. Andreana woke up startled, eyes completely unfocused and breathing accelerated as if waking up from a nightmare. Clutching herself from heightened fear only added more fearful confusion; as she knew the form she touched was herself but felt more of a shell. The eyes kept blinking, the blur slowly resolving into higher quality. This place knew no smell, it smelled of nothingness which meant there were no reference points.
As her eyes cleared up, Andreana could finally use them in establishing her location. Looking downwards established that she lay in bed under pristine white covers. Every other object in this room had a similarly pristine appearance. The walls gleamed with whiteness contrasted with a dark, wooden looking floor. In one of the corners, there stood a desk with a black, wheeled chair pushed into it. To the left, there was a grey couch seemingly sprawled out of the floor, and a multi-tiered bookcase a few feet behind it stocked with many books. The last piece making up this room came in the form of a lightly colored wooden table standing upon a thick, silver cylinder with two chairs facing each other.
Andreana glanced around more than a few times, making sure nothing changed with each glance. With nothing changing, Andreana slowly shifted under the covers and stepped out of the bed. The moment she moved, Andreana felt something else sliding behind her. A quick glance backwards after standing up revealed a tail, her tail to be precise. If the tail showed, then that meant the ears showed as well; for the Blend had dissipated, which solidly confirmed her as non-human to the humans who had to be monitoring their newly acquired specimen.
Before she even turned her head around, a voice filled the room asking how she was. Andreana suspiciously looked around for the source of this voice; finding none, she glared. The voice once again spoke, asking the same question. In retaliation to everything that had occurred, Andreana lifted her arms, crossing them in front of her chest. She winced, feeling a poking pain and soreness in both her shoulders before resuming the glare. A chuckle broke out, then followed by someone screaming and others panicking before an explosion occurred. Whoever had begun talking left the device keyed on, allowing her to listen to various curses and phrases, such as, [i non-human blood] and [i shouldn’t have done that thrown in there]. Lifting up first the left and then the right shirt sleeves, Andreana found patches over skin; and after a painful tug-of-war, the left one revealed slight indents in her skin.
Knowing that someone had suffered made her smile deviously, enjoying the way karma taught an explosive lesson to those nasty humans.

2) [+red Fire Force]
Alica could not tell whether her wanderings were reality or merely embedded into a high-quality dream. Even the silence, which felt alive now, decayed into a corpse. The footsteps radiated outwards, slowly quieting into nothingness with not even the barest echo as a return. The breaths felt off, just enough to be considered chilly but not enough for it to actually be that. As for the eyes, they saw everything the way 20/20 vision eyes should see. But it seemed much more smooth, as if someone had turned the frames per second up a few notches.
Returning back to her scientific nest, Alica deposited the folded blanket and pillow into one of the lab corners, which was never utilized, except for temporary stuff dumping. One never mixed food with science. Meandering over to the small food fridge, Alica opened it. Aside from the cold air that flew out, it seemed two big containers held most of the space for ransom. Both of them were taped up with red numbers and dashes written on top; closer inspection revealed the date being the current one. Alica scratched her head, at a loss as to why she wasted money on two humongous sushi platters for some random, yet specific, date.
But then it all somehow made sense. Dead silence, no one around, an odd noise coming from upstairs, and food marked for today; today was that welcoming party for the new recruits! And she’d almost forgotten about it.
Her hair required a brush-up while the current pieces of clothing were definitely not good enough for a party; both were easy fixes. Five minutes later, with smooth, raven black hair draping backwards over a black t-shirt with a green snake design, which was then tucked into dark blue jeans with a brown leather belt, and a pair of respectable black sneakers, Alica walked out the door with the two dated sushi containers.
Alica strolled into the decked out party room as if she wasn’t obviously late. Spotting the set up bar, she walked over to join Mari and Alfred. After placing the platters and discarding the tape off of them, Alica glanced at the bar selection. Mari was behind the bar, and something in her head was whispering not to trust Mari. It was mostly this whispering which led to Alica walking behind the bar and past Mari. Running her right hand along the various beer bottles and selecting a random bottle, she walked back to the front of the bar and sat down popping open the beer to casually sip from the bottle.
Every now and then, Alica scratched the slightly reddened spot on her neck. She thought she could feel two indents spaced evenly on her neck along with a slight sore, which made turning the head just a wee bit difficult.
Alica shook her head. There was a party going on right now, she could think about what had possibly occurred for her to black out later. Who wanted to see an overly moody person lost in their thoughts after a successful mission in the middle of a cheery party? No one.
Turning her head to greet Mari and Alfred, Alica noticed Mari sliding a glass with blue liquid direction. Even though the voice still whispered not to trust her, it would still be rude to not accept a drink. Picking up the glass, Alica raised it in Mari’s direction before sipping the blue, somewhat salty, alcoholic mix with a smile.
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Puppeteer: NorthernWolves

Character’s Name: Andreana Elenora

Character’s Picture: http://i67.tinypic.com/118ev87.jpg

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Supernatural Race: Wolf Hybrid

Faction: Peace Pact

Personality: Most of the time she's calm, collected, and very thoughtful. But when she's on her spiritual journeys, don't disturb her or else you might find yourself facing a wrathful priestess.

Role in Faction: Andreana is a priestess, who preaches the path of negotiation and non-violence. She has built up a pretty strong following, especially from those who had participated in previous wars and knew what sort of destruction happened during the wars.

Misc: When she goes on her spirit journey, one of her eyes goes to a lilac color while the other one stays the same light blue. She also grows very sharp claws over her fingers.
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[b Name:] [b [#cc00cc Alica Bell]]

[b Pic:] [#cc00cc [b https://pic8.co/sh/mMGL16.png]]

[b Gender:] [b [#cc00cc Female]]

[b Age:] [b [#cc00cc 28]]

[b Height:] [#cc00cc [b 1.67 meters] (5’5”)]

[b Weight:] [#cc00cc [b 72.6 kilograms] (160 lbs)]

[b Abilities:] [#cc00cc Aside from being able to perform the [b Last Rites of an Infernal], Alica doesn’t have any special abilities aside from being a [b first rate medic] and a [b useful scientist]. ]

[b Role(s):] [#cc00cc Her primary role is a [b Sister/Priest]. Her secondary role, while not as good as her first she’s still damn good at, is being a [b Scientist].]
[b [i [#cc00cc Flames are the breaths of souls... And smoke is the souls' release... Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This soul, return to the raging flames. Látom.]]]

[b Personality:]
[b * [#cc00cc Humourless]] [b —] [#cc00cc The inability to find humour in things, and most certainly in themselves]
[b * [#cc00cc Stubborn]] [b —] [#cc00cc Unreasonably, often unyielding; bull-headed: Determined; resolute]
[b * [#cc00cc Apologetic]] [b —] [#cc00cc Apologizes all the time, even when not at fault]
[b * [#cc00cc Blunt]][b —] [#cc00cc Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion]
[b * [#cc00cc Fortitudinous]] [b —] [#cc00cc The courage to stand up for what is right, even in the face of pressure]
[b * [#cc00cc Patient]] [b —] [#cc00cc Remaining calm and not becoming annoyed when dealing with problems or difficult people]
[b * [#cc00cc Philosophical]] [b —] [#cc00cc Showing a calm attitude toward disappointments or difficulties]

[b Background:] [#cc00cc First things first, she ain’t from [b Tokyo]. Hell, she wasn’t even from [b Japan]. Alica’s country of birth was the [b United god damn States of fucking America]. One thing to understand about her, which was her love of playing [b support roles] in video games: specifically [b repairing], whether it was repairing damage to people or inanimate objects. And based on her video game playing preferences Alica decided to make a career out of fixing people. It took a few years, but through stubborn determination she was a [b doctor]. Working in America became a bore, but events in a certain country, [b Japan] to be specific, perked her adventurous curiosity.]
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[b Name:] [#990033 [b Rebecca Gustavus]]

[b Nickname:] [#990033 [b Becca]]

[b Age:] [#990033 [b 28]]

[b Gender:] [#990033 [b Female] - she/her/they]

[b Sexuality:] [#990033 [b Bisexual] - currently single]

[b Occupation:] [#990033 [b Proud owner of a bar]]

[b Likes:] [#990033 [b Airsofting, duck hunting, beer]]

[b Dislikes:] [#990033 [b anything that tastes like cardboard, bar fights, insults or jokes about the origin of her last name]]

[b Personality:]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Callous] - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Humourless] - The inability to find humour in things, and most certainly in themselves]
[b [+grey •]][#990033 [b Stubborn] – Unreasonably, often unyielding; bull-headed: Determined; resolute]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Apologetic] - Apologizes all the time, even when not at fault]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Blunt] – Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Fortitudinous] - The courage to stand up for what is right, even in the face of pressure]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Patient] - Remaining calm and not becoming annoyed when dealing with problems or difficult people]
[b [+grey •]] [#990033 [b Philosophical] - showing a calm attitude toward disappointments or difficulties]

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[center [b [#009900 Rebecca [i [u “ Bastet”]] Gustav]] [+blue [b lvl 30]]]
[http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=397781 [pic https://pic8.co/sh/pZy4A4.jpeg]]
「[b login:] [b [#009900 Sekhem]] [b passcode:] [+blue ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱ ]
[center [b tank] | [b [#009900 Jackalite]] | [b female] | [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=48951 [b [#009900 NorthernWolves@rp.eliteskills.com]]]]

[b Link to character:] [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=397781 [b [#009900 Rebecca [i “Bastet”] Gustav]]]

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[b [+red [size20 ⬽⤝]] Character Avatar]
[b Character Species:] [#009900 [b Jackalite] - [i easiest for the humans to pronounce and make sense as they are humanoid jackals]]
[b Character Name:] [#009900 [b Bastet] - [i an Egyptian goddess first known for protecting homes]]
[b Character Gender:] [#009900 [b Female] - [i she/her/they]]
[b Character Height:] [#009900 [b 1.88 meters] - [i 6’2”]]
[b Character Class:] [#009900 [b Tank] - [i stand and tank damage for the rest of the party]]
[b Character Level:] [#009900 [b 30]]
[b Character Play Time:] [#009900 [b ~115 hours]]

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Username: NorthernWolves

Name: Lara Velkas

Guardian: Fenlyk- a tattooed koi on the back of the neck

Personality: quiet, shy, honest.

Bio & History: She was chosen as a guardian from birth, but neither her parents nor herself knew that at all. Her parents were simple fishers, her dad going out to sea for the daily haul and her mom selling whatever fish had been caught in the markets. Everything was pretty peaceful, until Malik took the ruling of everything under his hand. Since the region she lived bowed down peacefully, nothing really bad happened there. But something was up, which came in the form of her house being raided by Malik's forces. She managed to run off, while her parents were nailed to the door of what used to be her house. Now just walks around the provinces, hiding herself from Malik's grasp.

Weapon of Choice: Bow staff

Primary Special Power: Hydrokinesis

Secondary Powers (limit 3): Soundless steps

Weakness and limitations to your powers: Manipulating water requires some concentration. No concentration, no hydrokinesis.
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[b Picture link:] [#9933ff https://pic8.co/sh/5WfB8D.png]

[b Puppetmaster:] [#9933ff [b NorthernWolves]] [b -] [#9933ff http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=48951]

[b Name:] [b [#9933ff Warrington]] [b ,] [b [#9933ff Silvana]]

[b Nickname/title:] [b [#9933ff Pointy Ears]]

[b Rank:] [b [#9933ff 35]]

[b Generation:] [b [#9933ff 4]]

[b Land of Origin:] [b [#9933ff Talmland]]

[b Unique skill:] [#9933ff [b Heightened Regeneration]] [b -] [#9933ff Got a booboo? Maybe a small scratch or someone decided to remove limb or two? Then nothing like an enhanced healing faster to remove a bruise, make a scratch fly away, or regrow a limb. Although reattaching the original limb takes way shorter than regrowing them]

[b Magical ability:] [b [#9933ff Plant Magic]] [b -] [#9933ff Ever wanted plants to grow faster? Maybe have them grow to ginormous proportions to which they usually don’t? Or maybe that one particular guy, or gal, inconvenienced you and want to have some fun with them without taking the blame? Then this is the magic for you]

[b Other information:] [#9933ff [b Self-mutilated ears]] [b ,] [#9933ff [b Not a talker.]] [#9933ff Could be a higher rank but decides to have fun on the job.]
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[b Username: [#9933ff NorthernWolves]]

[center [b General Characteristics:]]

[b Name: [#9933ff Silvana Warrington]]

[b Alias: [#9933ff Sylvanas]]

[b Age: [#9933ff 21]]

[b Gender:] [#9933ff Born a [b female] and [b identifies] as a [b female]]

[b Sexual Orientation:] [#9933ff Is [b bisexual] with a [b leaning to females]]

[b Appearance:] [#9933ff Coming in at [b 5'4"] and weighing in at [b 140 pounds] she's small and easily throwable. The skin is of a [b white color] with a tinge of [b paleness] imbued into it. The medium length [b black] hair is [b braided up], a small part coming up from the back, with symmetrical locations of the [b red/pink] dyed hair. The eyes and lips share a similar color, a mostly [b dark red] imbued with just the slightest of [b dark brown]. A short, single [b scar] runs from the [b top right shoulder] and down to the [b right shoulder blade], this scar covered by a [b black, broken infinity symbol] tattoo.
Nothing special about the clothes. Enjoys wearing a [b light, short sleeved undershirt] under a [b black, no-sleeve jacket], which blends into [b black hiking/cargo pants] before a stark contrast with [b dark brown, composite toed boots]. Above the undershirt wears a singular [b necklace], a [b darkened silver] chain connected to a [b semi-glossed stone] with [b obscure designs] carved into it. The other jewelry she sold off.]

[b Biography:] [#9933ff It is interesting how a [b few small things] can add up into [b something big]. For [b Silvana] it meant the [b bullying] here and there, [b nothing serious] ever happened, no [b fights], [b physical injuries], [b severe punishments], it all had to do with the [b consistency]; Both in [b number of] and the [b reasons]. Bullied for [b her looks], along with some 'odd' habits, due to her being [b eleven] combined with listening to [b anti-human propaganda] eventually led her to joining an [b anti-human anarchist group]. Already having an engineering background [b Silvana] quickly became an [b explosives expert], crafting all sorts of [b improvised explosive devices] and enjoying it to the point of even [b placing and setting of her own bombs to kill humans]. It was all well and good when hitting [b non-civilian targets], but when the explosives began to target [b civilians] began a slow awakening in [b Silvana], especially after encountering humans who didn't [b bully] or [b make fun] of her being different, especially those who had [b survived her bombs].
Now [b Silvana] is trying to turn things back around, [b quitting the anarchist group] and then [b hunting them down] while simoultanouesly avoiding law enforcement [b hunting her down]. ]

[b Personality:]
[b *] [b [#9933ff Humourless]] - [#9933ff The inability to find humour in things, and most certainly in themselves]
[b *] [b [#9933ff Stubborn]] – [#9933ff Unreasonably, often unyielding; bull-headed: Determined; resolute]
[b *] [b [#9933ff Apologetic]] - [#9933ff Apologizes all the time, even when not at fault]
[b *] [b [#9933ff Blunt]] – [#9933ff Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion]
[b *] [b [#9933ff Fortitudinous]] - [#9933ff the courage to stand up for what is right, even in the face of pressure]
[b *] [b [#9933ff Patient]] - [#9933ff remaining calm and not becoming annoyed when dealing with problems or difficult people]

[b Species: [#9933ff Eleven]]
[b Origin: [#9933ff Off Earth]]

[b Occupation: [#9933ff Engineer specializing in explosives]]
[b Rank: [#9933ff N/A]]
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[b Username:] NorthernWolves

[b Name:] Anara Tokesh

[b Age:] 22

[b Gender:] Female

[b Species:] Werewolf

[b What color is your dragon?:] [b [+red Red]]

[b Family:] Her mother was a human, receiving all the werewolf gifts and curses from her father. Does have two younger siblings, both brothers, but is the only werewolf of the three due to them having different fathers.
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[b Appearance:] https://pic8.co/sh/yMZw9I.png

[center [i "If you have to sneak to do it, lie to cover it up, or delete it to avoid being seen, then you probably shouldn’t be doing it. Unless you’re killing criminals, then it’s perfectly alright.”]

[b Name:] Anara Tokesh

[b Nickname:] Twin Bladed Wolf (no one knows that the nickname and the name are the same person)

[b Age:] 25

[b Gender:] Female

[b Sexuality:] Demisexual

[b Title:] She ain’t royalty, so she ain’t got no title.

[b Species:] She’d be a shifting werewolf if I ever saw one.

[b Occupation:] Kills criminal as a side job. No one would ever suspect a smith running a smithy of killing criminals.

[b Likes:] She does like eating the rawest meat possible while sitting at home which is attached to her pride and joy of a smithy. For a werewolf, has a weird fondness for flowers.

[b Dislikes:] She don’t like anyone messing with her smithy, there even be a warning sign a hanging at the entrance. Definitely hates any meat cooked above medium-rare

[b Fears:] Doesn’t want to deal with the day when she wakes up and her home and smithy have been erased out of existence. In werewolf form, she most definitely fears any anti-werewolf things and doesn’t want to wake up somewhere public and naked.

[b Personality:] One heck of an ingenious smith, coupled with a determination to see things through the end as well as being an able sneak.

Although being a loner means she is quite alone and vulnerable if targeted by a large group. Coupled with her intolerance for such groups and rash decisions concerning those types of groups, it makes for one volatile mix of a werewolf.

[b History:] One can always spin the tale of a brave, lone adventurer walking over mountains, through forests, or whatever geographical landmark adventurers like to walk on, in, or through on a quest to slay some werewolves to save a village and getting bit in the process. But in her case, such a tale would be far from the truth. For the truth was quite simple, a human girl raised by two human parents and then getting bit in the ass by a werewolf which caused this little girl to become an outcast amongst humans. Forced to wander alone, this little girl almost vanished from existence until a kind and helping werewolf found her on the brink of death. This werewolf was an old one, and looking for someone to take over his smithy. He taught the little girl, who grew throughout the years to become a mature adult, everything there was to know about smithing any weapon or armor piece as well as how to be a werewolf.
As to this little girl’s, now a mature adult running the smithy while taking care of the invalid werewolf also became a sort of vigilante. Every now and then the dead body of a criminal, whether it be simple thievery or full blown murder, would be found laying somewhere in the street alleyways with twin swords around a wolf’s head traced into the forehead.
This was Anara’s story. Now she runs the smithy ship all alone because her old benefactor had peacefully passed away. While it’s not usually busy, the business is running.

[b Extra:] English is usually an understandable language, that is until you add a heavy Scottish accent and then people have an ear sore deciphering the words.

It seemed despite her heavy accent this Leonides Potenza understood each and every word that had come out of her mouth. If this current trend continued then a future conversation wouldn't be cacophonically torturous for the nervous yet confident male standing in front of her.

Leonides turned to glance around and Anara followed suit. And another reason why she disliked these social parties, she knew nobody. But how about her business? Was there no one knew she from business interactions? The answer, a most definite no! Anara rarely received repeat orders or new orders from the same people, and she never got more personal with business clients. Business meant business, and unless her client made a run at her, which was never, then Anara never pursued.

For what was a social party there were too many commotions for such an event. The latest one being one of the merfolk coming in full nude. Everyone's heads turned to take in the nude beauty, even Leonides via something moving under his clothes, and once again the Fae prince needed to step in with a polite word of advice, aka do it or be thrown out.

[+purple [b Indeed indeed, a fully nude walking, talking fish person."]] Anara felt weird and awkward, and how to make it more weird and awkward? [+purple [b "Want to dance??"]].
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[b Picture Link:] [#9e20a2 https://pic8.co/sh/bSdpXD.png]
[b PuppetMaster:] [#9e20a2 [b NorthernWolves] -http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=48951]

[b Name:] [#9e20a2 [b Lydia Valeria Storm]]

[b Age:] [#9e20a2 [b Twenty-One]]

[b Spot You Want:] [#9e20a2 [b Female Two]] [b -] [#9e20a2 Skye's sister]

[b Dorm Room:] [#9e20a2 [b Waiting for Assignment]]

[b Animal:] [#9e20a2 [b Nim]] [b -] [#9e20a2 squirrel glider, two years]

[b What Race Are You:] [#9e20a2 [b Wood Elf]]

[b History:] [#9e20a2 Lydia hadn’t always been a [b Storm], a time had existed where she’d been a [b Lake]. The first seven or eight years of her life Lydia lived in a forest, as her species name suggested, with her parents as a single child. While not having any siblings to play around with there were constantly one forest animal or another available for play. A forest fire brought those joyful, peaceful, frolicking years to a blazing halt. Separated from her parents by a thick chunks of forest fires, Lydia wandered the smoke filled atmosphere with burns across her body. A group of forest firefighters found her later in a somewhat comatose state begging for water and parents. After being hospitalized there was an attempt to find any information about her or her parents, but to no use as Lydia had only lived with her parents and never taken a step outside the forest. She was put into foster care, which didn’t last long as some pair with the last name of Storm adopted her. For whatever reason they adopted her, that was when Lydia first met [b Skye]. Lydia was practically shell, only wanting to keep to herself and keep interactions to a minimal. It was [b Skye] who began to get Lydia out of her shell. Lydia began to feel those joyful feelings she hadn’t felt for what seemed a year. Lydia practically followed [b Skye] everywhere, the two of them always up to something. Even though they weren’t related by blood, for Lydia it felt as if she had an [b older sister] whom she could trust. But then [b Skye] changed, she began to go off by herself without even an invitation and not talk about anything. Lydia worried, not only was she afraid for [b Skye] but didn’t want to lose the sisterly bond that slowly had been forged for over a decade. Now with both of them receiving letters to [i [b The Night School]], Lydia hoped she could get back together with [b Skye].]

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[b PuppetMaster:] [#5e8f5b [b NorthernWolves] http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=48951]

[b Name:] [#5e8f5b [b Chen 'Skips' Yong]]

[b Age:] [#5e8f5b [b Twenty-Five]]

[b Spot You Want:] [#5e8f5b [b Male Two]]

[b Dorm Room:] [#5e8f5b [b Waiting for Assignment]]

[b Animal:] [#5e8f5b [b None]]

[b What Race Are You:] [#5e8f5b [b Dhampir Vampire]]

[b History:] [#5e8f5b Being a vampire brought with it some difficulties. Deadly allergic reactions to garlic, sunlight, various holy items with the addition of oddly specific ways of being killed like being burnt alive, wooden stake through the heart, and beheading added to those difficulties. But those difficulties didn’t matter as much as the last one, for this difficulty was the prime culprit in revealing a vampire: a taste for human blood. For older vampires controlling their insatiable blood lust became pure habit to make sure of their survival, younger vampires had some control but occasionally lost it and went after a human. One solution to this problem involved substituting animal blood, it wasn’t as fulfilling, or delicious, as human blood but humans didn’t complain when an animal or two vanished; Unless it was their pet, which occasionally happened. Another solution involved how one grew up in the household. Chen, being Chinese, grew up in China in a Chinese household. Certain customs, etiquettes, proprieties, and manners were drilled into his head; Like the one [i ‘Any body contact, apart from a simple handshake, may make strangers feel uncomfortable’], sucking blood from a stranger did involve much more than a handshake leading to unconditional uncomfortability. Especially when it involved those older, seniors or in a position of seniority, not only did you make someone older than you feel uncomfortable, it also meant disrespecting them which culturally was a big no-no. Along the way of growing up Chen developed a habit for dancing, hence his nickname [b Skips], which steadily evolved into a passion. And besides, there were plenty of dance gigs which were either inside, at night, or both, which helped him disguise some of his vampiric tendencies.]