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Moonblood - A Werewolf Roleplay (Extinct)

Name: ZaraAgrriva

Aliases: Zara, Arri

Age: 183

Birthday: October 30th

Birthplace: Unknown

Clan/Pack: Grimclaw

Gender: Female

Social Rank: Slave

Appearance:
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Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Personality:
Zara is very gentle, even with the people who have hurt and threatened her, there is always a sort of kindness about her. She is compassionate most towards children, even when they are unkind as well, she doesn’t mind, silently correcting them and showing them what it is to be gentle.

Habits:
✧ Picking at her skin at her thigh or forearm
✧ Chewing skin from her lip

Hobbies:
✧ Dancing

Fears:
✧ Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark
✧ Lyssophobia: Great of going insane
✧ Athazagoraphobia: The fear of being forgotten, forgetting, being replaced, ext.

Likes:
✧ reading
✧ rain
✧ music
✧ nightshade flowers
✧ smoking
✧ swimming

Dislikes:
✧ The dark
✧ Violence
✧ the people in her clan
✧ Inconsideration
✧ people

General Skills:
✧ Sewing
✧ Drawing
✧ Singing
✧ Dance
✧ Cooking
✧ Deescalating conflict
✧ I ran
✧ out of
✧ skills

Specialty Skills:
✧ Dang it
✧ An echo-cry, almost like echo location
✧ Very good at remembering anything told to her
✧ Can draw maps to anywhere perfectly
✧ Just in general, good at direction

What Is On Your Person:
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✧That
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✧all

Quarters:
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✧ show

The Reason You Are in Your Rank:
Thought to be useless because of her hatred for violence, so they put her as a slave to degrade her for her pacifism

History:
Zara’s father was killed in a territory battle between clans, leaving her mother completely beside herself, a shell of the strong warrior she was before. This left Zara to raise herself from 7 years old. Eventually, she came home from school one day and saw her mother…hanging in the kitchen.
She was taken in by another family, her aunt and uncle Tarro. They were harsh, cruel, everything her clan is meant to be, but Zara couldn’t tear herself away from the compassion that has kept her strong. So, she was traded into slavery for some silver and furs. This left quite the mark on her, and she is more quiet and reserved than before.
She works hard, but tries to never be unkind or think hate filled thoughts.

Character Quote: “Everyone deserves a second chance…except Jeff, who knows what he did.”

Theme Song: ‘Who is She’ by I Monster

Clan/Pack Record: 0

Anything Else: No

Will you answer the Raven Call? [Updated 01/09/2024]

@The Raven Calls this seems really interesting! Would you be alright with doubling up?

Edit: I’m so sorry, I read this kinda wrong, I’m 18, that’s my bad, good luck though!

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

Ophelia, in the middle of absolutely eavesdropping, feels eyes on her. It takes her a moment to decide to turn and look, because it was so bright out, she honestly wasn’t used to feeling eyes on her. She tilts her head, looking behind her only to find a boy, around her age, “Hello,” she hums, giving a small wave, her accent thick

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

Ophelia had been walking down the hall, in no particular rush to anywhere. She never was, simply enjoying the strange amount of freedom that she seemed to have here. Well except the dress code, which she continued to drag through the mud on the daily. But again, no one stopped her. She pauses her walk though, seeing Silas and Daria. She listens in, curious and confused at the interaction. She had never seen one like this before, and in her mind, it was always good to seek understand in things she was ignorant in. Right? Yeah

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

Ophelia woke up as usual, in the new dorm. It was honestly a bit disorienting, being in such a new place. It was certainly nicer than her own home. Sighing softly, she got from her bed, putting on a different dress. She really should wear the uniform, but no one has stopped her yet, and she’d be damned if she let them now. She goes to the mirror on the vanity, it having been kept in her dorm. Humming a soft tune to herself, she puts in a bit of makeup she found in the courtyard the other day, putting her hair half up. It was completely out of social standards and she relished in it. She grabs her bag now, walking out into the hall, her dull blue eyes going over the walkways

The Black Veil

@ChronicleManOkay, I made my character, I hope she works! If not I can change stuff up

The Black Veil

Character Name: Dahlia Moore

Age: 21

Birthday: October 30th

Ethnicity: French/Korean

Birth Place: A small, unknown town a few miles away from Paris called, Pellisville

Gender: Female

Appearance: pin.it/5dIpmE3eS or

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Personality:
Dahlia is very strong willed, she refuses to take anything sitting down. If you are rude to her, she will call you out on it, and simply ask what the thought process was behind that. She is still learning the best ways to interact with people, having grown up only living around her parents her whole life. She loves children and is compassionate towards them much more than adults.

Habits: When nervous, she either messes with her necklace or she picks at her skin with her nails

Hobbies: She plays piano

Fears:
✧ Thalassophobia: Fear of the Ocean
✧ Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark
✧ Trypanophobia: Fear of injections

Likes:
✧ Classical Music
✧ Pirates
✧ Rain
✧ Coffee
✧ The feeling of being understood
✧ Falconry

Dislikes:
✧ People who assume ignorance
✧ The dark
✧ People who make obvious lies to seem interesting
✧ Mugs
✧ Going to the beach
✧ Injustice

A Core Memory: (This will be elaborated in her history, but this is essentially a cause of her fear of the dark.)
Dahlias breathing is shaky, her eyes closed tightly as the damp wall presses on her back. It was her own fault she was here…right? She didn’t listen, the cellar was the only answer. After she was locked in the cold and damp room, she comes out behaved. But the cellar is so dark…Dahlia mistakes blood rushing in her ears as another persons breathing, and as she exhales softly, she opens her eyes, praying that for once they just get used to the dark instead of conjuring up humanoid manifestations of her insecurities. Of course she was not lucky.
Looking out into the dark room, she sees a person sitting in the middle of the floor, a few paces away from her, crouched and hunched over, long stringy hair showing. “Non…” Dahlia whispers, her voice breaking as the breathing in her ear gets louder, the creature crawling to her with strangely long limbs. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe at this point. She was stuck, in the dark.

History:
Dahlia grew up on the countryside in France. It was a nice enough area, with a good school, good neighbors. Although Dahlia never did meet any of them. She was a prisoner in her own house, her parents keeping her to homeschool and shape how they want.
They pushed her, more than what was healthy, berating and screaming at her if she failed. At five years old, Dahlia was taught that emotions and empathy made her weak, and if she cried, she was told to be logical, and sent down into the cellar as the most severe punishment.
She tried to grow accustomed to it, but the need for light always stuck with her. When she turned 18, she finally had enough, packing what she could, she snuck out of her house and ran, as far as humanly possible without stopping. It nearly drove her into several injuries, but the endurance she builder kept her going. She figured out how to get money fast, and booked it to Berlin, unaware of the dangers the await.

Character Quote: "I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm going to do it really, really well."

Anything Else: She has several tattoos that I will link below, a Siamese cat named Bernadette, and she only wears silver jewelry

Tattoos:

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