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STATUS: Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B) 3 yrs ago
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Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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3 yrs ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
3 yrs ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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3 yrs ago
Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
3 yrs ago
40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Bio
Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well
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Details
Name: Frostbite
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Moons
Rank Wanted: Warrior
Rank Received:
Appearance
Description: Frostbite is one of the taller, medium-build Toms. His fur has contrasts of Black to grey to white. His fur was of medium-length, and wielded a long tail to add to his size. His strength is a balanced type, which makes sense for his body-build. There are four scars located on his body; two adjacent to one another on his back, whilst two of different sizes streamed across both sides of his eyes. More to his body abilities, he has been recognised as one of the speedier types, and can also be noted-out for hks extensive use of his tail when it comes to everyday tasks, sometimes hunting and combat situations find this tendancy a life-saver.
Pelt Colour: An icy grey, with hints of darker shading striping down the centre.
Body Type: Medium-Build
Eye Colour: Aqua-Blue
Personality
Description: Frostbite tends to be quite quiet, close-minded to himself. Although not selfish and self-pitiful, there is a high chance for him to avoid talking to those his age or older. Surprisingly, he isn't the boring type, with thirst for outgoing trips and seeking an exciting life. Not liking him for who he was, he tends to keep himself to himself, and necessary information about his life to be spoken about. It is possible to sometimes see him talking to himself, as of his disadvantaged social skills. Despite this, however, he has been seen as a thriving Clanmate, prepared to take on a far-variety of responsibility, even prepared to take the blame for the majority of others if such tasks fail. Frostbite hardly lays around during his duties, and would normally put his full effort into making sure it pleases the Leader, as he still believes that he can never live up to the acceptance of the Clan.
Likes: Attempting new Hunting methods, Exploring, Stalking and Leaf-Bare [What a surprise].
Dislikes: Scorching heat, large crowds closely tightened on himself, loud experiences.
Wants: To forget his nightmare, someone he can relate to, to thrive as the top-clan.
Fears: The past, future possibilities, Swimming and Water [Hydrophobia].
Strengths: Hunting, defensive fighting, quick-time thikning.
Weaknesses: Water-related activities/events, nostalgic references.
History
Description: Frostbite hates his kithood. Being born in the Highrocks, not Clanborn, his 'group' were forced to migrate further down after temperature drops became unbearable for living purposes, unknowingly towards Clan territories. Managing to slip into Shadowclan territory, they were seen as trespassers, invaders. After a debate grew, quick and painful deaths followed. Kits within the group were tested of their loyalty. Those willing to agree to never speak of the events that had just happened were to join the clan, those ready to disagree were thrown into the nearest water source. Frostbite being one of the second lot, was lobbed into the river, later to be saved by a young patrolling Thunderclan She cat, Frogpelt, among a group of motionless, drowned kit corpses floating alongside him. This traumatised him for years to come... As he was brought back, she created his name due to his icy pelt, as well as describing the cold sensation she felt when he bit onto her tail to be hoisted from the water. This One-time 'aesthetic' stuck with him for a while, later leading to his Warrior name. Though many of his age do not know how, or where his origins were from, nor care much, he was slightly known for 'Appearing into the clan out of nowhere'. Due to the fear of the same events being remade, he has kept the tales to himself and Frogpelt responsible for his rescue. Though, as part of regulations, the Medicine Cat and Leader had to know of these past events.
Crush: How dare you?
Mate: What, nooooo?
Kits: Hellah Nope.
Kins: Vermin [Deceased Father - Only known member of the 'group'] And Frogpelt [Elder - Rescuer]
Other: His back scars were caused by the rocks as he drifted down the river, the Cheek scars however are believed to be a symbol of the group he was once part of, though he tells it was of a fight with another Apprentice.
Name: Frostbite
Gender: Male
Age: 19 Moons
Rank Wanted: Warrior
Rank Received:
Appearance
Description: Frostbite is one of the taller, medium-build Toms. His fur has contrasts of Black to grey to white. His fur was of medium-length, and wielded a long tail to add to his size. His strength is a balanced type, which makes sense for his body-build. There are four scars located on his body; two adjacent to one another on his back, whilst two of different sizes streamed across both sides of his eyes. More to his body abilities, he has been recognised as one of the speedier types, and can also be noted-out for hks extensive use of his tail when it comes to everyday tasks, sometimes hunting and combat situations find this tendancy a life-saver.
Pelt Colour: An icy grey, with hints of darker shading striping down the centre.
Body Type: Medium-Build
Eye Colour: Aqua-Blue
Personality
Description: Frostbite tends to be quite quiet, close-minded to himself. Although not selfish and self-pitiful, there is a high chance for him to avoid talking to those his age or older. Surprisingly, he isn't the boring type, with thirst for outgoing trips and seeking an exciting life. Not liking him for who he was, he tends to keep himself to himself, and necessary information about his life to be spoken about. It is possible to sometimes see him talking to himself, as of his disadvantaged social skills. Despite this, however, he has been seen as a thriving Clanmate, prepared to take on a far-variety of responsibility, even prepared to take the blame for the majority of others if such tasks fail. Frostbite hardly lays around during his duties, and would normally put his full effort into making sure it pleases the Leader, as he still believes that he can never live up to the acceptance of the Clan.
Likes: Attempting new Hunting methods, Exploring, Stalking and Leaf-Bare [What a surprise].
Dislikes: Scorching heat, large crowds closely tightened on himself, loud experiences.
Wants: To forget his nightmare, someone he can relate to, to thrive as the top-clan.
Fears: The past, future possibilities, Swimming and Water [Hydrophobia].
Strengths: Hunting, defensive fighting, quick-time thikning.
Weaknesses: Water-related activities/events, nostalgic references.
History
Description: Frostbite hates his kithood. Being born in the Highrocks, not Clanborn, his 'group' were forced to migrate further down after temperature drops became unbearable for living purposes, unknowingly towards Clan territories. Managing to slip into Shadowclan territory, they were seen as trespassers, invaders. After a debate grew, quick and painful deaths followed. Kits within the group were tested of their loyalty. Those willing to agree to never speak of the events that had just happened were to join the clan, those ready to disagree were thrown into the nearest water source. Frostbite being one of the second lot, was lobbed into the river, later to be saved by a young patrolling Thunderclan She cat, Frogpelt, among a group of motionless, drowned kit corpses floating alongside him. This traumatised him for years to come... As he was brought back, she created his name due to his icy pelt, as well as describing the cold sensation she felt when he bit onto her tail to be hoisted from the water. This One-time 'aesthetic' stuck with him for a while, later leading to his Warrior name. Though many of his age do not know how, or where his origins were from, nor care much, he was slightly known for 'Appearing into the clan out of nowhere'. Due to the fear of the same events being remade, he has kept the tales to himself and Frogpelt responsible for his rescue. Though, as part of regulations, the Medicine Cat and Leader had to know of these past events.
Crush: How dare you?
Mate: What, nooooo?
Kits: Hellah Nope.
Kins: Vermin [Deceased Father - Only known member of the 'group'] And Frogpelt [Elder - Rescuer]
Other: His back scars were caused by the rocks as he drifted down the river, the Cheek scars however are believed to be a symbol of the group he was once part of, though he tells it was of a fight with another Apprentice.
Aaaaaaand....the RP started...feel free to start with the leaving of the plane, all!
'Once again, I'm interested.' - Said Doctor Seuss
Day: Zero
It was November the 19th, 2021. It was recently referenced as 'Day: Zero' by many of the F.O.B's commanding officers. Being an NCO, he wasn't of any high authority to hear of why such a icy, normal day, bar the war going on, be named such a thing. It had been rumored for weeks about the day being called so, but wasn't confirmed until Golf-India returned from their Tasked Reconnaissance mission to the entrapped Stockholm. Stockholm...it had been under a 'Siege' from the AGTF for 2 years. Somehow the High-Command had told that it would be over-soon with a fresh new operation to eliminate the threats within. Rumors also had it that the Covert Operators were involved big-time. Rumors...just rumors everywhere. It frustrated him that he knew the High-Command were plotting daring and risky missions. These missions never got them anywhere, with constant failures and confirmed Stalemates. Death after death, casualty after casualty. Then a round of fresh-combatants would arrive. It hadn't been the first time he'd lost a friend, when he heard the news of Virgil's death during the Night-Operations HALO jump into what turned out to be crossfire between Local Militia's and the Ny värld...
This war seemed to be a fight that could not be won, to Matt. All that had currently come out of it was figures of casualties and news stories to keep the citizen gossip flowing. He had fought in a lot of wars, Turner had, but one with such little meaning as this one? It was off the scale of how pointless he felt. If they were given a chance, a beacon of success...then so be it. He will push for something worth and able to be won. Apart from that, he was sick of watching lives being taken. Though something ruined his ever-lasting muse. C-17 Globemaster Transport recently arrived on Runway Strip B...And according to files given to various 1-ICs as Teams: Alpha-Tango. Maybe those Rumors was true...maybe Day: Zero has a meaning. Maybe there might be an operation that isn't as pointless as the rest have been...All Matt could do was wait and see.
"No Doubt I'm interested. Gimme some of that sweet plotline." - Said the anonymous person
At least 12 hours, minimum, until Chapter:Day Zero becomes a thing.
In two days I will ignite the Roleplay....dun dun duuun?
So I was thinking, what if I do one of these?
See I was thinking it'd fall under one of these two categories.
If you are indeed interested, let me know what'd you'd prefer. And do not fret, none of these two choices will be related to any sort of canon storyline, except the Places and sort of how things work...basically knocking out the Characters?
So...'Stupid idea to be banished to the realm of idiocy' or 'Lez md giz it a shot bruh?'
See I was thinking it'd fall under one of these two categories.
If you are indeed interested, let me know what'd you'd prefer. And do not fret, none of these two choices will be related to any sort of canon storyline, except the Places and sort of how things work...basically knocking out the Characters?
So...'Stupid idea to be banished to the realm of idiocy' or 'Lez md giz it a shot bruh?'
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