Altered Tundra

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Zordon's proud of you for not giving up brother!

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We went from having no one gunning for Red to a group of people competing for it last minute. That's funny.

@King Kindred

Only reason I didn't go for red was cause someone else had already said they were going to so i figured i'd shoot my shot for the road less traveled

No regrets cause black suits Jade best

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Jade bout to enter her Lord Drakkon era

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@King Kindred It's DONE! :P

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Jade Taylor // Black Ranger

_{Jade Riley Taylor / Jade / 24 / Black Dino Ranger / Black/#000000 / Taylor Momsen}

A P P E A R A N C E

When she was a ranger during her youth, Jade was a lot leaner than she is now. That isn't to say she is all bones and flesh, but her training regime sort of died with the members of her team almost ten years ago. Her body has also gone through some very drastic trauma in the form of substance abuse. She stands around 5'5 and still holds a somewhat healthy weight ratio. Her hair is blonde and she has green eyes but you wouldn't be able to really pinpoint it because of the raccoon eyes she does with her makeup. Black as well with her lipstick. Jade is far from the Jade her living teammates knew her to be. A lot has changed.

S T Y L E

And the same could be said about her style. Back in high school, Jade held a rather firm lock on expressing herself too darkly. She was edgy and grungy but never full goth that she leans into now. She was like a certain bubblegum pop-punk princess from north of the border, but now she's more Maria Brink. She wears leather and not just the jacket her uncle gave her but the skin tight stuff. She also wears baggy attire sometimes when she feels like it but more often than not, Jade has gone full alt girl core. Trauma really is a deciding factor in how one expresses themselves.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

• Dauntless - It doesn't matter if it was in the past or in the now, something Jade has never lost was her fire. That fire made her a great candidate to become a ranger initially and, though it's been covered six feet deep, Jade has that same fire. She's the kind of person who has always spoken her mind. This has partly been due to the influence from Charlie, but it was how she was raised. Someone that was surrounded by strong personalities her whole life and someone who responded well to the tough love treatment. Being gentle with Jade or just flat out beating around the bush or not telling her shit will only get you a punch in the face. She needs to be told how it is in such a blunt manner because that's what she responds the best to.
• Stubborn - And sometimes to a fault. Jade has always been and continues to be a growing headache in whosever ass has to deal with her. Yes, that fire never died. It might've grown wilder as the years and more abuse came her away, but that fire keeps her animated. Sometimes that can be a good thing. Having a fire lit inside you can light the way to a bright future, but then sometimes it can lead to a wildfire, causing catastrophe anywhere you go. Because of her past and how much it impacted her, Jade has seen disaster everywhere she went.
• Compassionate - Friendship, trust, emotions — they're all so complicated for Jade. It can be ruined far easier than it can be reforged or created. Jade has lost so much that sometimes she becomes a shell of her former good self, but to those who kept in contact and those who never let her drift too far from their hearts, that is something that Jade remembers and never forgot. For as far as she has fallen down, the angel whose wings were clipped from heartbreak, she kept a piece of her heart with those still with her and never let her forget that. To her, that meant the world and is probably why this particular lost soul is still among the living and is ready to give this ranger thing another shot. Or at the very least, face her past with eyes open and a heart yearning to trust again.

F A C T S

• Jade was born and raised in Angel Grove by her Uncle Charlie Taylor, who owns a motorcycle club (not to be confused with a biker gang clubhouse). His business is where motorcycle enthusiasts can come, enjoy a beer or drink, and be around likeminded individuals without any worry of getting in any trouble. Jade grew up around big men with bushy beards and big hearts. They were thick skinned but the nicest bunch of bigfoot-looking men this side of the country. Their influence on Jade led to her never being bullied and never being a target for long. Anytime anyone tried to mess with her, Jade would show them exactly what they were messing with. A punch here, tackle there, and immediate detention for a week or two, but they learned. Bullies of all shapes, sizes, and shades would know that Jade Riley Taylor was not a girl to be fucked with. So maybe that's why she was the perfect candidate to become a power ranger. She never questioned it. Her large heart and compassion to protect people made her almost ideal to help protect the town she called home.
• Jade might not have been the tech wiz that Charlie was or really had any idea on how to program a computer, but she knew machines. Call her a gearhead, call her an oiler, but what Jade knew almost as well as she did kicking ass, taking names, and classic rock (classic by her uncle's standards, not her) was the beating, roaring heartbeat of a well-oiled, unneglected machine. It didn't matter if it was a motorcycle, classic American muscle, or a zord (or any of the other related machines they got access to), Jade could fix it. If there was an issue with it, she could find the problem. All she needed was some AC/DC or Ozzy playing, a bit of time, and her tools. Just give her that and Jade could fix anything.
• But there were some things that Jade couldn't fix. For as gifted as she was, she couldn't fix the hole in her heart that losing Parker led to. Jade looked up to Parker. Someone like her made the world around her even brighter. No matter how long the battles went, how cold some nights were or how much the darkness tried to cancel out the light, Parker was someone Jade felt close to. She never...ever confessed it but she loved Parker as much as anyone ever could. They were best friends but Jade felt something a bit deeper. She just didn't know how to express it and never got the chance to. Not until it was too late. After that, Jade felt lost. She graduated with her friends but she couldn't stay in Angel Grove, so she took an old bike she was working on, packed whatever she could into a bag and drove out of Angel Grove. She went as far as Silver Hills. She needed the change of scenery. In that time, she's lived in Mariner Bay, Reefside, Blue Harbor, and she even found herself in Briarwood. It wouldn't be until last night, she made her return to Angel Grove. Her uncle is turning 40 and she wanted to be there for his big birthday celebration.

R A N G E R

Why isJADE TAYLOR returning to the team? Jade lost a lot of herself ten years ago. A piece of her soul was lost forever and she's tired of running from what caused that. A decade full of misery, abuse to her soul, and substance abuse to her body has made her want to reclaim that part of her that was lost. She doesn't know it yet, but putting on the ranger mantle again might be the first step in doing that. Or simply making the decision to simply return is enough for her. Maybe that is enough.

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You bring it back and don't tag me? Rudeeee

But I see there's a potential room for one more.

EDIT: Ranger submitted!

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

_{Location — The Grand City of Atutania
@Erode}

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The Prince of Hahral stood at the center of attention, which at least lasted for as long as his demonstration of his skills lasted until the next would come and show him up. It was a disgusting way to treat these trials but it was something that Zyran had to make peace with. For however long he remained the focal point of those around him, he would bask in the glory that was watching him show everyone what a true archer looked like.

And it was a beautiful thing to witness. He knew it. They knew it. Everyone in the entire world knew it. The way that he held his bow, tight yet gentle, as was the way he was taught, Zyran took that position, dead center, in front of the practice dummy. It was a hideously-made figure. Doubtless a showing of Atutania itself, the prince thought. The mana flowed through him. It felt warm and assuring at first, like the feeling he got whenever he ordered a slave around, but then it shifted. Crackled. The energy took shape as the Hahralian pulled at an arrow from his quiver. It was properly made from the finest material with the heads from a high quality iron. This would be impressive had he just taken the shot as he would've, but he wouldn't be who he was if he didn't add a certain kind of flare.

So mana was applied. And with it came the element of lightning. As gold as the jewelry he wore, it snapped and crackled and popped with the electric energy that Zyran embodied perfectly. It only lasted for a split second because that's all was needed.

Four arrows were fired. Four speeding bursts of electricity shot after another dead center into the practice dummy, splitting each other until the fourth. Zyran could have done it all day. This was just like breathing to him. The most natural thing ever. Even if the year of training hadn't granted him much in the way of abilties, he could do that with his eyes closed.

But even the fun for a prince — and the attention that came with it — came to an end as others took their turn. One person created a dust cloud reminincant of those one might find in the dessert of his homeland from a mighty swing. Zyran was actually impressed. No trace of fear crawled up his spine from it...well only for the small amount that literally made him worried about making that person angry. No, he was merely impressed by the show of strength. There was a redhead who had impressive footwork and swordplay, but the concentration needed some work.

And then there was the elf. Zyran half-wondered if they felt shame that they didn't use a bow and arrow? Were they a disappointment to their people? Everything about the elves that Zyran had heard from stories told him about their skills as an archer. Part of him even wanted to see it in action, to see exactly what one of the few who could call themselves a "true archer" might look like. Alas, he found himself in a constant state of disappointment. Impressive as it was, it wasn't enough to hold his attention.

What did and what he had completely overlooked for a brief moment was the wannabe archer with the false bow, otherwise known as a crossbow, had. Zyran was observant enough to see that and he smiled in only the superior way someone like him would. "Certainly!" He obliged stepping closer. "What I have—" The Prince lifted up his golden bow, the craftsmanship undeniable."—This is genuine Hahralian excellence. Much like me, it was made from only the highest of materials. My arrows are also made with the best materials. But more importantly...well just look at you. And then look at me!" With arms spread out, Zyran actually gave her a moment to actually bask in his glory. "I am what a true archer looks like. And you saw, didn't you? You saw that I am clearly the best archer to exist in the entirety of ever!" Zyran smirked and finally gestured to her crossbow. "Besides, do you really think your little crossbow actually compares to what I have?" Of course she can't because there wasn't any comparison. Only fools and idiots would compare, let alone think crossbows were superior.

But it was the weapon of the peasant, so maybe this one did think so. Pity.

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

@AlteredTundra Are you still with us?

@Carlyle

Genuinely haven't checked in a while but I am!

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

With holidays over, I'm hoping to reconvene, assuming everyone is still about it.

@mickilennial

We ain't goin anywhere!

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

Ignore that oopsie

Brenden

B R E N D A N
B R E N D A N

^{”Even in darkness, even in the unknown—there will always be a light, a north star to guide you to where you belong.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ The often introspective, emotionally cynical, twenty-six year old Brendan Leclair is the sole keeper of the lighthouse on the outskirts of town. The lighthouse has a two-story house about twenty steps away from it with a pier next to it. It is there that Brendan stands, often contemplating his purpose in the circle that is life. When he’s not questioning his existence, he likes to write his musings in a journal and take strolls along the shore (usually without shoes so he can feel the sand between his toes). He enjoys fishing even though he isn’t any good and has an obsession with making pies, be it fruit or meat pie. He might not be very good, but it distracts him from how loud his mind can get. He also has a cat. A black cat named Way

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Before settling on the small island of Starlight Cove, those who bore the name Leclair, they were sailors. They were navigators. They were kings of the seas. Rumor has it, the sigil of a shooting star was the symbol they were coming. It’s been rumored that everyone who took to the sea knew of their name. But this was so long ago and the norieity of that name has faded into memory of those who still bear it. For three generations, the name Leclair has been associated with the lighthouse tower. From Brendon’s grandfather to his mother and now passed onto him, he oversees the lighthouse. He fixes what needs fixing. Replacing the light, patching up things that need patching up, and making repairs. He inherited it merely three years ago when his mother fell ill and when his father left the island a few months after that. The lighthouse might seem small in comparison to what role it serves to the island, but if there’s one thing that Brendan has always valued, it was how everything in the world has a role in the great circle of life. Everything from the animals the hunters kill to provide the island with food to the florists that give them the benefit of a flowers beauty to even the safe guidance a lighthouse provides for sailors and traders who come to Starlight for business. Everything has a purpose. And though Brendan understands his purpose in maintaining the upkeep of the lighthouse, he still questions about his personal purpose. What is it he’s meant to do? Is being the keeper of the lighthouse simply it? With nobody but himself to fall back on, is he meant to just be alone by the pier without anyone? Or is there someone, somewhere, waiting for him?

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