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Ill be making a cs shortly.
Makaoto regains her bearings, the sensation of someone grabbing her tail was rather jarring. No one touches the tail, NO one....Okay maybe a few, but its not like she let just anyone feel her soft fluffy goodness! As soon as she had her footing she jumped away taking various battle stances, and more or less looking like a Bruce lee wannabe.
"Watch the hands! Feeling up a maiden in her time of need! I would expect better of older gentleman!"
She backs into the man clad in green, Makoto jerks around swinging! The force makes his cap flutter in the wind. The look of confusion on her face as she notices how short the fellow is. Her instinct made him feel a tad taller. She looks at him with a twitch of her ear and smiles apologetically.
"My bad little guy, I Thought you where trying to get as handsy as the old guy."
"Watch the hands! Feeling up a maiden in her time of need! I would expect better of older gentleman!"
She backs into the man clad in green, Makoto jerks around swinging! The force makes his cap flutter in the wind. The look of confusion on her face as she notices how short the fellow is. Her instinct made him feel a tad taller. She looks at him with a twitch of her ear and smiles apologetically.
"My bad little guy, I Thought you where trying to get as handsy as the old guy."
Name: Zelia Xehonort
Race: Zebra
Sex: Female
Appearance:As expected she stands tall at 5'0, her posture makes her seem to look down on others not that its her intent but it happens. Her mane is kept in a rather strange manner Starting off as spikes falling back into a standard flow, she used to try and flatten it but she gave up on it after a while. Notable are her Dark blue stripes, many times shes been accused of dying it. Notably she lacks a cutiemark.
Personality: Ice comes to mind, but its just because of her lack of empathy. She enjoys creating things and she likes to see others creations, but she can become perturbed when others fail to appreciate the effort that goes into it. She does well to maintain composure no matter how exciting the situation, but if shes annoyed or overjoyed she has a tell. "But if you ever raise alarm, I swear on all that is smooth I will bring you physical harm!"
Age:18
Reason for joining the League: She follows Dink around and takes it upon herself to act as a translator/manager/pain in the flank. She also enjoys the ideals that the league represents.
Bio: Its stranger for one to be talented in many things but still not have ones Mark. Her father suggest that its because of her overly tense personality. Its not that she has talents in the things its her self scrutiny that wont let her just try she must do. But what does he know, hes a full bred spell spinner! Its not even right, with so little effort he accomplishes so much. His cutie mark is even a blasted Joker.....Mother always said he was a wild card.
While she acted like things didn't bother her, the other little colts and fillies made fun of her, the bizarre stripes and mane..Plus her bad habit of speaking in rhyme. She set them all aside Forget friends, forget family, all she cared about was finding out what could make her happy. But as mentioned she couldn't be happy unless she was excellent at whatever it was, this does not mean she was a natural, no, its the opposite she would obsess till it was like breathing.
Rather than continue to live with her surprisingly aloof parents this little zebra preferred to not be associated with two who are so....Rough. As she was working as a cook, she enjoyed the work but a situation arose...That dang Spatula!
Since then she has promoted herself to act as Dink's personal assistant. Though Dink never had a problem with work before, She points out a 37% increase in his bits and hes eating far better, And honestly the art around his office is much more meaningful. Though she has been finding herself speaking in rhyme far more since.....
Race: Zebra
Sex: Female
Appearance:As expected she stands tall at 5'0, her posture makes her seem to look down on others not that its her intent but it happens. Her mane is kept in a rather strange manner Starting off as spikes falling back into a standard flow, she used to try and flatten it but she gave up on it after a while. Notable are her Dark blue stripes, many times shes been accused of dying it. Notably she lacks a cutiemark.
Personality: Ice comes to mind, but its just because of her lack of empathy. She enjoys creating things and she likes to see others creations, but she can become perturbed when others fail to appreciate the effort that goes into it. She does well to maintain composure no matter how exciting the situation, but if shes annoyed or overjoyed she has a tell. "But if you ever raise alarm, I swear on all that is smooth I will bring you physical harm!"
Age:18
Reason for joining the League: She follows Dink around and takes it upon herself to act as a translator/manager/pain in the flank. She also enjoys the ideals that the league represents.
Bio: Its stranger for one to be talented in many things but still not have ones Mark. Her father suggest that its because of her overly tense personality. Its not that she has talents in the things its her self scrutiny that wont let her just try she must do. But what does he know, hes a full bred spell spinner! Its not even right, with so little effort he accomplishes so much. His cutie mark is even a blasted Joker.....Mother always said he was a wild card.
While she acted like things didn't bother her, the other little colts and fillies made fun of her, the bizarre stripes and mane..Plus her bad habit of speaking in rhyme. She set them all aside Forget friends, forget family, all she cared about was finding out what could make her happy. But as mentioned she couldn't be happy unless she was excellent at whatever it was, this does not mean she was a natural, no, its the opposite she would obsess till it was like breathing.
Rather than continue to live with her surprisingly aloof parents this little zebra preferred to not be associated with two who are so....Rough. As she was working as a cook, she enjoyed the work but a situation arose...That dang Spatula!
Since then she has promoted herself to act as Dink's personal assistant. Though Dink never had a problem with work before, She points out a 37% increase in his bits and hes eating far better, And honestly the art around his office is much more meaningful. Though she has been finding herself speaking in rhyme far more since.....
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Just stay near sage, healing is better right?
My character dying yet is he AMGGGG
Father....Raddum....I need you two do me a huge favor....CHANGE YOUR PICTURE!
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I am going to draw a character based on fire emblem, and I made some adjustments.
How long had it been? Searching a city, this massive population of strangers and potential enemies. Her feeling of relaxation had long since faded, honestly she was questioning the lapse in judgement.
"Relax he says. Wander around with no rhyme or reason is how I translate that?"
She grumbles at her idiotic whim. Distracted as she is, the one following her hasn't escaped her notice. She curses her ridiculous eyes, probably what gave her away. After all she dressed a little more down to earth. The red dress fit comfortably and the black jacket....She looks about, okay maybe shes a little to dressed.
She listens and can hear the hustled pace, the fool is making this to easy. But Fighting out in the open like this is hardly a good plan, to many witnesses, not to mention the casualties and or potential shields.
"Guess I could get a morning workout in."
And with that she shot off, Graceful despite the dress and high heels. She turned down a dead end ally, and turned to face her assailant. As it comes with the territory the attacker was a young girl, she looks about 14, and dressed completely bizarre even for a sekirei's standards. A jester comes to mind, but with cat ears?
"You know I was arrested for indecent attire, but at least I had color coordination. Purple and green, but the cat ears are red?"
Rather than retort the little thing attacks her. The little clown kicks a sphere at here, to which Deluna dodges easily. What throws her off was the detonation! She reacts to the sudden force in spades, gracefully stumbling forward. She attempts to correct her step but being leaned over made her chin to pretty of a target. The Sudden trauma shakes her brain dazing her, rather than think muscle memory kicks in. Making her regain footing despite the urge to fall go ahead and count the stars she was now seeing. Just as she gets her bearing another kick lands, this time to the back of her head. Its times like these that make drilling make sense once again her muscles react before her brain saving her the impact with the ground.
"Well so much for honor, and respect in battle. Am I right."
A familiar voice fills the alley. To which Deluna reacts with a instant shout.
"Run! this is no place for you!"
A grunt follows as shes kicked in the stomach hard enough to lift her from the ground, and into the nearby wall.
The man laughs, rather loudly, he puts his hands in his pockets taking a relaxed posture calling out to her.
"Miss red, To be frank, it seems its very much not a place for you. Rather than me."
"Relax he says. Wander around with no rhyme or reason is how I translate that?"
She grumbles at her idiotic whim. Distracted as she is, the one following her hasn't escaped her notice. She curses her ridiculous eyes, probably what gave her away. After all she dressed a little more down to earth. The red dress fit comfortably and the black jacket....She looks about, okay maybe shes a little to dressed.
She listens and can hear the hustled pace, the fool is making this to easy. But Fighting out in the open like this is hardly a good plan, to many witnesses, not to mention the casualties and or potential shields.
"Guess I could get a morning workout in."
And with that she shot off, Graceful despite the dress and high heels. She turned down a dead end ally, and turned to face her assailant. As it comes with the territory the attacker was a young girl, she looks about 14, and dressed completely bizarre even for a sekirei's standards. A jester comes to mind, but with cat ears?
"You know I was arrested for indecent attire, but at least I had color coordination. Purple and green, but the cat ears are red?"
Rather than retort the little thing attacks her. The little clown kicks a sphere at here, to which Deluna dodges easily. What throws her off was the detonation! She reacts to the sudden force in spades, gracefully stumbling forward. She attempts to correct her step but being leaned over made her chin to pretty of a target. The Sudden trauma shakes her brain dazing her, rather than think muscle memory kicks in. Making her regain footing despite the urge to fall go ahead and count the stars she was now seeing. Just as she gets her bearing another kick lands, this time to the back of her head. Its times like these that make drilling make sense once again her muscles react before her brain saving her the impact with the ground.
"Well so much for honor, and respect in battle. Am I right."
A familiar voice fills the alley. To which Deluna reacts with a instant shout.
"Run! this is no place for you!"
A grunt follows as shes kicked in the stomach hard enough to lift her from the ground, and into the nearby wall.
The man laughs, rather loudly, he puts his hands in his pockets taking a relaxed posture calling out to her.
"Miss red, To be frank, it seems its very much not a place for you. Rather than me."
I reread the entire thing and thats about the same feel.
I dont like big rps 6 is generally my max or there are people who are credible within it.
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