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* Anthromorphs based on most real-life animals. * Anthropomorphic or semi-anthropomorphic aquatic animals (ex. whales, dolphins, sharks, seals, lobsters, octopus, squid, some fish.) * Hybrid anthros between different types of animals, even dissimilar ones. * Hybrids that resemble mythical creatures (such as deer/rabbit), but are not magical. * Realistic magic, such as voodoo and new-age healing. * Any age or occupation. * Characters that have flaws, learn, grow, and change. * Romance, artistic nudity, religion, politics, violence, bullying, suicide, drugs, alcohol, "isms."
What is NOT allowed?
* NO claiming exclusive right to a particular species. * NO mythical/made-up creatures such as angels, demons, dragons, manticore, elves, and goblins. * NO anthropomorphic insects, arachnids, mollusks, crustaceans, jellyfish, amoeba, plankton, or fish (excluding sharks) unless they are the result of a science experiment. Sorry, these are food or pets. * NO unrealistic magic. * NO flawless characters. * NO Smut/NSFW sexual content. This roleplay is open to all ages.
Must I say it?
* NO godmodding. * NO powerplaying. * NO metagaming. * NO bashing/bullying/trolling in the OOC or Discord.
Character Creation Instructions
1) Please read the character creation rules and guidelines. 2) Fill out the character application. You may customize your app, but do not remove sections. Short and sweet is fine, or you can make it as long and in-depth as you desire. 2) Post your finished application in the OOC or PM it to me @LostButterfly92. Wait for approval and amend your app if needed. 3) Once approved, post your app in the Character Tab. It must be placed in a hider. 4) You may join in the roleplay any time after you have been approved. 6) You may have multiple characters. Submit an application for each major character. Each major character should have a separate post. Minor/supporting characters do not require applications but are subject to the character rules and guidelines.
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Character Creation Help and References
Adult animal people should be no less than 2 ft tall and no more than 10 ft tall. Small animals have generally grown in size, very large animals have shrunk, and medium animals are trending toward average human height. Character height and weight are highly appropriate and I won't be too picky. Animals under 4 ft or taller than 8 ft often require special accommodations.
Suggested Height Chart
Species Name | Real-Life Length | Anthro Height | Giraffe | 20 ft. | 9 ft. | Elephant | 10 ft. | 8 ft. | Bear | 8 ft. | 7 ft. | Wolf | 6 ft. | 6 ft. | Lrg Dog | 5 ft. | 5.5 ft. | Med Dog | 4 ft. | 5.5 ft. | Badger | 3 ft. | 5 ft | Cat | 2 ft. | 4.5 ft. | Bunny | 1 ft. | 4 ft. | Rat | 6 in. | 3.5 ft. | Mouse | 4 in. | 3 ft. | Jerboa | 2 in. | 2.5 ft. | ________________________________________________
Most animals should be bipedal with a human-like torso. Hands should have opposable thumbs, but may fewer or more than five fingers, may have claws, hooves, pads, webbing, or other features. Avian, reptilian, and amphibian females tend to have little to no breasts, but this is not a requirement. Heads should be animal in appearance unless they have human ancestry. Feet vary widely in appearance but have generally been becoming more human-like.
Many birds have lost the ability to truly fly but many can glide or hover. This is because their wings are devolving to become arms and hands, claws, or talons (rather than growing additional entirely new limbs). Please be reasonable when deciding your character's flight capacity.
Examples of a flight-capable individual. Hands/talons may or may not be visible due to unclipped feathers. Unclipped wings may restrict the type of clothing an avian can wear or the activities they may participate in. Examples of individuals who may be able to glide, but not fly, due to heavy weight and/or wing clipping. Clipping allows the individual to wear more restrictive clothing and to participate in activities such as driving. Examples of individuals who cannot fly or glide. They may be too heavy or may have clipped or underdeveloped wings. They are capable of wearing tight clothing and may participate in activities that require fine motor control, like art, writing, and running dangerous machinery.
Like birds, bats are losing their ability to fly. Their wings are devolving to become more hand-like. The wing membrane and fingers are shortening and becoming more apparent. Some lineages may be more or less devolved.
Many snake lineages have evolved arms and legs. Some have only evolved arms. Sometimes their arms or legs appear underdeveloped.
Animals such as frogs, crabs, seals, dolphins, and small whales have become somewhat more anthropomorphic in appearance, but often less so than land animals. Some lineages are more human-like than others. (So for example, there are some sharks that have arms and legs and others that only have arms.)
Just like humans, animal people can be born with birth defects or may have diseases that cause mutations. Mutations such as albino and melanistic variants are fairly common. Other examples include conjoined twins and individuals with extra or missing limbs.
Animals are expected to cover their private parts (usually crotch and buttox). Females are expected to cover their breasts if they have any. Fashion is highly variable due to the many kinds and sizes of animals. Many different sizes and cuts of clothing are available in-store, but often lack in quality compared to custom-tailored clothing. Tailor-made clothing is more common in this world, but is still considered a privilege for the wealthy.
Fur and skin colors should be their natural colors unless cosmetically modified through dyeing. Due to the costs of maintaining artificial color, most animals don't dye or only dye some parts of their body. Dyeing is used as an expression of individuality. Permanent tattoos are available for animals with skin or scales. Furred animals either have to shave if they want a permanent tattoo, or they can get temporary fur tattoos (fur will shed with time and the tattoo will disappear). Plastic surgery is also available but is very expensive. Many people use surgery to look like different species or to look more or less like a predator. The most common cosmetic surgery is breast implants.
Crossbreeding is possible between almost all intelligent animal species. However, the success rate lowers the more different the species are and may result in unusual appearance, strange mutations, or sterile offspring. Marrying and breeding with different species is generally frowned upon, especially when it comes to rare or endangered species (who are encouraged to keep the bloodline pure.)
Many animals still have heat cycles, while others are fertile all year long. Some animals still follow specific mating/courtship rituals. Mammals give live birth and breast-feed young. Most other kinds of animals still lay eggs and do not produce milk, unless they have significant mammalian ancestry. Egg laying and small animals tend to have small (2-6) litters rather than single children like humans do.
Smaller animals and animals that produce large litters tend to have slightly shorter lifespans and age more quickly. Advancements in modern medicine have allowed even the smallest and most prolific animals to live for at least 50 years.
Reasearch and history has proved that humans are the most intelligent species, but they are not without competition. Other great apes, elephants, horses, dogs, and cats are not far behind. Mammals are generally the most intelligent class of animals followed by avians, then reptiles and amphibians. Insects, arachnids, mollusks, crustaceans, and fish are considered non-intelligent animals. Cephalopods are believed to be very intelligent but are not well studied.
Animals speak many different human languages from around the world but English is most commonly spoken. Some animals may still communicate within their primitive languages (dogs barking or squirrels chattering for example). Many animals have accents or lisps, such as hissing.
Predators and larger animals tend to work in occupations that are labor-intensive (police and military force, firefighting, construction, loggers, movers). Smaller species usually work in professions that involve dexterity and precision work (manufacturing, plumbing, electrical). Omnivores often work in the food and hospitality industry. It is possible for any animal to be hired for just about any job, but they may face opposition.
At this point in time, no animals are truly cold-blooded, but there was a time when many were. Animals with cold-blooded ancestors tend to have low blood temperatures and are more susceptible to the cold, and often suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. They often wear special heated clothing in the winter and tend to enjoy sunbathing and tanning salons.
Most animals follow human-like sleep patterns. Animals with nocturnal ancestors tend to stay up late and sleep in (ie "night owl"). Some truly nocturnal species and lineages exist, however.
There are many types of religion, including typical human religions. You can make up religions as desired.
Just like humans, animals judge others around them and may have prejudice and stereotypes and irrational fears of others. For example, herbivores are often seen as weak and cute, carnivores are seen as strong and dangerous, foxes are sly, rabbits are promiscuous, black animals are evil, white animals are pure, but many stereotypes are wrong. Classism and sexism are fairly common, and wars are still raged over religion.
Many animals still have their natural instincts and common behaviors. For example, dogs wag their tail when happy, cats lick themselves to groom, and possums play dead when frightened. Most instincts are harmless. Many carnivore and predator species still have the lust for blood or meat. Some go to the Black Market to purchase illegal animal products for consumption. Many turn to prescribed medication to suppress their desires. Usually, if a carnivore eats enough protein from fish, eggs, insects, or plants, they should have no trouble controlling their desires. Carnivores who have tasted blood (other than their own) or those suffering from starvation, malnutrition, abuse, or mental illness are more likely to feel bloodlust or the urge to hunt as well as act on their desires. Statistically, reptiles are most likely to commit crimes, especially murder and devourings, followed by avians, amphibians, then mammals. This is believed to be because of their lower intelligence and less developed brains.
Many animals are considered naturally armed and dangerous. Police and military forces are trained to recognize and neutralize different types of natural attack and defense mechanisms. Animals who are naturally armed are encouraged to be especially compliant with the law to avoid misunderstandings.
Name: Zaina 'Zee' Allaires Gender: Female Sexuality: Bi Age: 27 Species: Spotted Hyena, possible hybrid though she has never bothered to check (bear more then likely)
Diet: Carnivore Height: 7'2'' Weight: 300 lbs of muscle Physique: Muscular, quite tall for a Spotted Hyena Appearance:
Personality: To most a rowdy troublemaker who is abrasive and rather impatient. Though for those that manage to get past her intimidating form and abrasiveness, she's a rather passionate person and protective of her friends no matter how much she may act like she doesn't care for them.
History: Zaina grew up in the foster system being bounced from place to place, never residing with one family for longer then a few months, only once managing to stick with a family for a year before being shipped to another place. The first chance she got, she made the choice to be on her own. Most would look for answers on why they were given up and find their biological family. After everything Zaina had to deal with from the system, she has no real desire to find her biological parents, viewing them being no better then all the families that failed her. Leaving the foster system Zaina coasted, managing to couch surf on a few friends she had managed to gain though she never stayed long. Most nights she spent in the gutters. Getting a job as a bouncer was mostly down to luck as she got into a fight outside its doors and made a favorable impression of the owner, Bartholomew. Of course the owner didn't much care to have a street bum being their bouncer so they made a deal with her. She had to go back to school and in turn she gets to live in one of the small apartments that were above the club and a bit of pay for working the front door and occasionally helping in matters that are less privy to public eye. She begrudgingly accepted, and since been working for the owner for the past few years and he's the closest to family she has though she still maintains him at arms length, waiting for the day when they change their mind and throw her out like everyone else has. By Spotted Hyena standards she's big and she knows it. Her size keeps most at the club from starting trouble. So when trouble won't find her, she finds it and enjoys her intimidating size to knock a few skulls together on occasion.
Class: Lower Class, Bottom of the Barrel Occupation: Student[3rd year (a bit of a late starter), Business Minor], Bouncer at a club at night Relationships: Natasha - A short cheetah that Zaina occasionally is around. (See image in appearance) Alya - An average size Painted Dog that similiarly to Natasha Zaina hangs around with. (see image in apperance) Bartholomew 'Tholo' Whitlock - Owner of the Club she works at. A gruff old wolf who doesn't take much shit from anyone. Deep down has a kind heart. Occasionally has to deal with the darker underbelly of the city.
Physique: Dolly’s body is not conventionally masculine. Combined with his small stature, he appears slim and dainty.
Appearance: Dolly, being a mouse, is naturally small. Even by rodent standards, he is rather frail for a young man. He has stark white hair and fur, along with extremely pale skin due to his albinism. He has a fuzz-covered tail that’s almost as tall as he is, and a pair of round ears he never seemed to grow into. His soft features and unassuming appearance make him seem like not much of a threat, and he knows this. Dolly’s hair is very long, kept around his calves (a bit over two feet in length). Sometimes it is tied back with a bow or into a braid. He puts effort into his appearance, staying groomed and well dressed- most of the time. He'll wear makeup and other various feminine things without batting an eye, but has androgynous fashion as well. Most of his clothes are pastel in color and quite conservative when out and about, but his wardrobe becomes much more obnoxious when it comes to his nightlife.
Personality: Despite his timid looks, Dolly is absolutely frothing with emotion (mostly rage). To the passerby, he is a wannabe big shot with a serious Napoleon complex. This is all very true, but he is more than a short guy with too much attitude. Dolly's aggression is very warranted seeing that the world is cruel, and he is trying to make a point of not being an easy target. Throughout his life, he's learned to always be on guard. It's how he survived. He sees most people as a potential threat, and also gets rather insecure around animals larger than him since they threaten his authority. He likes to belittle and insult others, but only if he believes he can get away with it. Though he has a hard time swallowing his pride, he will do so for survival. Deep down, he feels an obligation to stick up for the "little guy". They remind him of himself. He has an obsession with proving that he is not weak, even if he physically is. He has a very difficult time accepting assistance from other people since he worries that it makes him appear more fragile (at least more than he already is). He also has a difficult time taking the blame when something is his fault, often shouldering it aside. He does not want to come face-to-face with the reality that people can see he isn't as perfect as he looks.
Dolly is very hedonistic. He is very much one to take stupid risks either to be petty or just to have fun. He is outwardly promiscuous because he is tired of being ashamed of himself, and also enjoys the power it gives him. He enjoys the security he feels that comes with having control over things. He knows he's pretty and will use it to his advantage if needed, but thankfully he doesn't try to manipulate people. Still, he has a reputation of being superficial. He is a surprisingly lonely person, only really forging relationships to fool around instead of committing to people. Commitment scares him, but he does yearn for security in both platonic and romantic relationships. He is also rather emotionally immature, so his wants don't align with his needs, and he is constantly struggling against this.
Backstory: Dolly was born in a backwater town somewhere in Texas. He never really fit in there, being the runt of his family. He was a sickly child, so his mother spent most of her time fretting over him. He’s always been her favorite according to everybody else. Even after regaining most of his health as he grew, she always insisted on babying him. This annoyed the hell out of Dolly since it mostly manifested as her keeping him inside and within her sight whenever she could. He was isolated from his peers and siblings for most of his childhood, though he was somewhat close to August due to being littermates. Though, the two drifted apart because of a lack of shared interests. Dolly was mostly into the arts (because they were considered “safe”), while his brother was more rough-n-tumble.
Dolly spent most of his time doing chores around the house (usually being shepherded by his mother) or at the local church. He and his brother went to school there and were raised rather religiously. He was a good kid, always trying to help out even if he couldn’t do much. This was because he really had nothing better to do with himself, and he wanted some form of validation that wasn’t from his overbearing mother. Though, he began to vehemently reject his religion as an act of rebellion as a teenager. To this day, the thought of going back to church makes him want to gag. He sees the holier-than-thou mindset he once carried as obnoxious and is quite content with being secular.
If it were up to his mother, Dolly would still be at home, pretending to be a surrogate daughter for the little girl she never had. He ran off with his then boyfriend, Buck, to New York at age 17. It was a stupid idea and a stupid way to come out to his family, but Dolly doesn’t regret doing it. He was sure staying in that town would have driven him insane. He spent most of his time making questionable decisions and hanging out with questionable people- this led to a rather tough falling out with Buck about a year ago. Now Dolly is friendless and scrambling to pull his life together- without the help of his parents, as he’s dead scared of speaking to them. The city has been cruel at times, but he's determined to just tough it out.
Class:lower/middle-class
Occupation: Dolly has been working odd jobs, some less legal than others, while trying to scrape by when he first showed up. He has luckily managed to land himself at a healthier job in a local music shop and occasionally giving lessons. He is hoping to save up money to attend the local university.
Physique:As a feline, Hiro is lithe. Though, he's a bit underweight for his size.
Appearance: Tall and unemotive, Hiro embodies the cool indifference of a big cat with his relaxed posture and tendency to stare. Though, he carries himself with no air of pride. His eyes, which are usually half-lidded, are pale blue in color. His body is covered in dense, mottled gray fur. It is especially long on his scalp, chest, stomach, and tail. As a snow leopard, Hiro's fur possesses dark gray rosette spots. He has also inherited very large, flat paws. He finds their size rather irritating in day-to-day life. Because he can still sheath his claws within his furry mits, he keeps them extremely sharp- this is mostly out of habit and paranoia. His hair is almost mane-like in appearance, but that is mostly because he refuses to tame it.
Once a beast with true physical prowess, poor life choices have left Hiro weaker as he now tries to recover. He is visibly tired at almost all times with his droopy, almost sour face. Sometimes he lets his massive tail drag on the ground. It is almost as long as he is tall at an impressive 5'7. Though gaunt in some places under his fur, he still is a carnivore with a natural tendency to bulk up. The process has slowed due to dietary changes, but is there nonetheless. Hopefully, a healthy shine to his coat and muscular frame will return within the next coming months. He has a distinct distaste for most clothing. He is a walking insulator and does not need any more layers on his body. He will wear shorts for modesty, even in the dead of winter. Undershirts if he's going somewhere that requires it. Because of his irregularly shaped paws, Hiro only wears open-toed shoes.
Personality: In perhaps the most ironic turn of events, Hiro has found that managing his predatory instincts is quite easy if he stays in touch with his other animalistic traits. Grooming, scratching, climbing- it may be considered rude (or its plain weird), but he does it all anyway to manage stress. He has virtually no prey drive aside from the occasional urge to chase fast objects and prefers to keep it that way. He is completely comfortable around herbivores in a physical sense…though they may be wary of him due to his brooding nature. Still, Hiro secretly harbors jealousy towards herbivores. He sees being a carnivore as a huge hassle. Something about herbivores is so…infuriating. He wishes he could be as graceful and tolerated as them.
Hiro is very reserved, but is not entirely averse to social interaction. As a snow leopard, perhaps the comfort in solitude is just part of his instincts- not an uncommon trait seen in many felines. People are not his favorite, but he doesn't hate them. He puts an effort to keep in mind that his fellow living beings are just as sapient as he is. It helps keep him grounded. Empathetic, but jaded from trying to be a people pleaser, Hiro can and will be rude if the time calls for it. He has little patience and is surprisingly impulsive. He can and will leave or ignore people who bother him, as he is apathetic towards people's perception of who he is. So long as he isn't seen as some dangerous criminal, he does not care and would rather be left alone. This means that he is severely lacking in the social department. Commitment does scare him a bit- managing a relationship (platonic or not) along with his personal life seems impossible at the moment. He has no idea how to properly socialize and has settled on short flings.
Backstory: He'd always been a city boy from New York. Growing up, Hiro was quite different. As a youngster he was a shy, studious kid. He was very used to keeping himself occupied because his mother was a busy woman, and his older sister had her own life. To stave off his boredom, he often did after school extracurriculars like chess or book club. Despite being a predator cut out for sports, he always enjoyed more intellectually stimulating activities. In a way, he also felt as if it made him less intimidating. It fed into the childlike perception that he would always be the friendly, quiet big cat who people could rely on. After all, appealing to the herbivores was how carnivores were successful. This was a mindset that would die hard.
Hiro started eating meat in high school, and continued to do so throughout college. It was his sister that brought him to the black market for the first time. His teenage angst was getting to him, so she did what she could to try and keep his instincts manageable. Hiro was getting closer to adulthood, and all adult carnivores snuck a little bit of meat every so often to keep themselves sane. He was no different. Perhaps because of his early exposure to it, he never felt any real moral issues with consuming herbivore meat. It was a necessity, and it wasn't like he was killing anybody for it. Nobody was actually getting killed, it was just the natural way of things. At least, that was how Hiro reasoned with it as a teenager.
It was in his late teens did the snow leopard finally start coming out of his shell. He was a teacher's pet throughout his academic career, as he needed good grades to qualify for a scholarship to go to college. He knew his mother couldn't afford to send him without it. Once he did make the scholarship, he relaxed a bit before the semester started making friends- he was surprisingly popular amongst his peers. This was probably the most happy period of his life. He longs for things to be simple like that again.
Hiro started college with a hectic but strong start. He enjoyed the newfound independence and was actually growing a social life. Unfortunately, this would lead to his downfall. He got too close to his roommate that was destined to drag him down with him. Soon enough, Hiro found himself getting pulled into all sorts of back-alley deals in the black market. His scholarship would also be revoked after his second semester due to drug-related charges. Now in debt and with a record, he dropped out at age 19 to pursue work to pay off what he could- and maybe fund a few unhealthy habits he picked up along the way.
It was a downward spiral until he was about 21. Hiro spent his time being spiteful to the world and joining a gang of ruffians. Though, they were less of a gang and more of a syndicate that only seemed to grow in power with each passing day. Hiro didn’t bother much with the semantics of it, but they paid him well to get his hands dirty. He’d only just gotten used to the feeling of beating people in back allies when he decided to stop. It was part of why he stopped, actually. That, and the absolute shiver that ran down his spine the first time he snapped a person’s neck. It was some tough guy who was just as much of a scumbag as him. He had an empathetic epiphany at that moment. Without a word, he turned around and left.
Hiro slunk in the shadows. Even now he keeps a low profile, hoping nobody from that old gang bothers with trying to drag him back. He has been back to university in EU to pursue computer science, resuming where he left off and is now in the midst of his second year of schooling. He is anxious, the work is overwhelming, and quitting meat is making him lethargic. Nonetheless, he feels…somewhat optimistic.
Class:lower
Occupation: Former bodyguard for The Elite General hooligan and petty criminal Freelance software engineer
Name: Jasper "Jazz" Lanes Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Age: 25 Species: Lepus Othus (Alaskan Hare) Diet: Herbivore (Has a taste for 'Cricket Crisps', though)
Height: 4'4" Weight: 73 lbs Physique: Androgynously Lithe and curvy with an athletic tone, making their perceived gender a tossup while on the run.
Long-legged and well-groomed with a maintained physique allows them to pass as considerably classier than the modest flat they live in would suggest. Their snowy complexion and pink eyes hints to albinism, the blonde accents likely being flecks of temporary dyes. Inked-in freckles on the velvet of their face, eyeliner, fake glasses, nail polish accent the studs and bars in their ears and the 'premo' look is complete with devil-bite ring piercings in their lower lip. Depending on the day, leisurewear may be plaid designer thigh-highs, high-tops, short shorts and a snug tank top under an oversized hoodie. 'Workwear' typically consists of smears and black/gray splotching on what isn't hidden under dark turtlenecks, tight jeans and boots, eschewing the piercings and other bright colors for a more discreet edge. What funds they rake in go to creature comforts and the various collection of 'hats' and disguises they shift between depending on which itch needs scratching.
Personality: The playful smirk, soft voice and feminine wiles are wielded like a tool as he tries to 'fake it til ya make it'. Jasper is loathe to talk about his past and prefers to hear others talk about themselves. What can be pried from him can often be construed as douche-y whimsical prose, snark or flat perspectives on current events and its impacts rather than committing to a stance. 'Un-personlike' behavior with a hollow affect, seemingly holding no value for friendship or acquaintances, though craving comradery and the proximity of others, he comes off as guarded and eerily fake, though not unpleasant or arrogant. Distant, but not fleeting, he seemingly prefers to sink into the background of groups in spite of their flourish and presentation. Hes aware that this mindset is wasting time and letting his life pass by, but after losing so much to the city, hes hesitant to invest himself in establishing new relationships. Fearful of rejection, loss and change. Jasper is vaguely dissociative and spontaneous with a weakness for substances and a want for mediums of expression.
Short History: Jasper is from far out of state, having moved to New York with his family some ten years ago. The city wasn't what was expected or promised and he was alone, by the end of it. Terrible decisions and desperations dragged together the funds to stay afloat for a while as he figures out what to do with himself.
Jasper was born in the suburbia outside Juno to a middle-class family. His father was an upstart entrepreneur, his mother nurtured was a stay-at-home sort to care for him and his brother. In these simple and quiet times, he would garden and help out around the house, honing a skill with poetry which never went anywhere due to a lack of self-esteem and timidness towards the world. The concept of the arcane, however 'fantasy' the concept was in reality, always enraptured his wild creativity. It was something ethereal that gave voice to the shadows in the deep woods, something that made him want...more...from his works. Something he didn't feel could be found in respect or even acknowledgement. The dreams sat with him for the decade after his father had his 'big break' and the whole of their family's life was flown down to the cities with the promises of walls of glass and views out over the clouds. Jasper's father, though making somewhat more, had caught himself in a loop of successes and falls for the predators of papers and ink; demons who damned with single strokes of black pens. Rooms were smaller, the laughter quieter, and the stars in the sky lost behind a veil of smog and neon. His mother simply disappeared one day, the police always 'doing their best' at every pleading question, though the case was silently closed with about as much grace as the final shrug they offered. His brother was the one to make it big, landing a position as a chemical engineer and going his own separate way after Jasper fell into drugs...they...don't talk, anymore. Jasper dissolved the assets his father left after the weight of the city finally crushed him, and he moved into a roomy condo with a few others to split the cost. It was here where he gave his heart away to the wrong people. Sure the money was good, and he was fairly skilled at the offered work, but it was hardly what could be called a 'living'. Dancing at dangerous clubs he likely shouldn't have been welcome in, splitting spliffs on rooftops, its always 'the last time', but resolution never came. He knew he was trapped in the spiral and quickly becoming an uninspiring person. His dreams and storied may have been dying, but they weren't dead...at least not completely. It was just a matter of will and wiring, like his brother. He was going to make his name! He was going to get his own place and make rent Every Week. He was going to climb the glass towers and see the world from atop it all! He was going to make the world remember his name! Instead the 'swamptown massacre' happened...bad leads to literal dead ends to find his mother, and he very well almost joined her. One name change, later, and 'Jasper' sits on the remnants of the savings paid from a sloppy hit-job he was set up for. He has his own place, running utilities, quiet neighbors, and the bastards from the club have yet to catch on to where he went or if hes even still alive. He would disagree in calling the empty loft a 'life', but after two years in hiding with the occasional mischievous outings, perhaps 'surviving' is good enough. These quiet days of Jasper Lanes.
Class: Lower-Middle Occupation:Poet, Stripper, Hitman, Part-Time Waiter at The Warren, Petty Criminal Relationships: Ms. Dodgerton the Landlady (Mole), Weasel Tom his dealer (Ferret) Speech Color Code: 8882be
Name: Silas Moore Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Age: 24 Species: Tiger Diet: Carnivore (Black Market regular) Height: 7' Weight: 270lbs Physique: Athletic Appearance: Silas is as broad and muscular as he is tall. He has large hands and feet, with bulging biceps and broad shoulders. He is a typical coat colouring for his species, with a large neck ruff that he keeps trimmed and groomed. His teeth are kept sharp and whitened regularly and his claws are professionally maintained to keep sharp and neat. Neither are as sharp as he would like but even he has to comply with the law - when it suits him. He has a nick taken out of his left ear from a fight as a youngster, and a small scar on his cheek from the same time. BoldPersonality: Silas is loud and brash, dominating the room with his presence and demanding attention wherever he goes; not that it’s in short supply. He’s attractive and everyone knows it. He can have a bit of a cruel streak and is mostly seen as a bully. He looks down on most, especially domestic animals and half-breeds, which was the main reason he joined the Elite’s cause. History: Silas grew up in a normal working-class household with his two older brothers. They weren't well off by any means but they got by, especially once Alastair and Jude entered the world of work. Silas was a troubled youngster, constantly picking fights and arguments for no reason other than sheer boredom. As the only tiger in his school, he established a hierarchy among the other carnivores and his little group was more often than not the subject of many detentions and suspensions. Despite this, he left with high enough grades to attend college, specialising in fine art and fashion design. He graduated with honours, although the connections he'd made were less than favourable. Silas managed to get himself involved in the Black Market, selling pelts and furs on a street corner; a job that paid handsomely enough to rent a studio space and it was here that he made his first collection. He fought tooth and claw to get it shown on a runway; finally some organisers took pity on him and gave him a fifteen minute slot at the end of their winter collection show and his brand exploded from there - soon becoming one of the most well known and influential designers. Class: Upper Occupation: Fashion Designer Relationships: Taurus Altobelli - Ex-Boyfriend Seth Apkoda - Boss(?) Alastair Moore - Brother, Bar owner Jude Moore - Brother, Nurse
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Name: Taurus Altobelli
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Age: 20
Species: Highland Cow
Diet: Herbivore
Height: 6’10 (and a half, if you ask him about it)
Weight: 240lbs
Physique: Athletic/muscular
Appearance: Taurus is remarkably tall, although his horns don’t add too much to his height due to the forward-set nature of them. He’s muscled, but not overly so; it’s clear he runs frequently but would rather his nose in a book. He keeps his chestnut hair long and usually tied back with a ribbon but will often flop forward over his eyes, as is typical of his species. His hair is slightly lighter than the rest of his fur, but is still a darker shade than what his species is usually. He has round ears set just under his horns, which point forward and slightly lift at the tips. Taurus’ eyes are a deep, coffee brown but are usually partially hidden by a pair of rectangular, wire-rimmed glasses. He has a chunky gold ring through his nose.
Taurus is usually seen dressed in shirts, slacks and waistcoats, only really dressing down when he’s running.
Personality: Taurus is your typical English gentleman. Polite, well-mannered and well-spoken. He is fairly outgoing, although it’s definitely a charade, he’d much rather retire with the company of his books or a piano than socialise. He’s confident, and despite being a typical prey animal, he refuses to be intimidated. He’s charming when he wants to be, and some would say a bit of a flirt. He can be stubborn and slightly bull-headed at times; once he’s made his mind up on something it’s very, very difficult to get him to change it.
History: Taurus grew up in rural England, and moved to New York with his older brother and parents when he was 16. The move took some getting used to but he adapted quickly despite the family’s low earnings.
His father worked several labourer jobs, eventually holding down a well-paying construction role, which was the reason for their move. His mother works as a garden landscaper for the new builds in the city.
Class: Working class
Occupation: Student (Literature and Creative Writing - 2nd year) Freelance Editor Bartender at The Warren He is also part of the track team in long-distance running
Relationships: Finnegan Altobelli - Father - Construction Skye Altobelli - Mother - Landscaper Leo Altobelli - Brother - Geoscientist Silas Moore - Ex-Boyfriend - Fashion Designer August Weiss - Roommate/Boyfriend (but secret) - Student
Appearance: August stands a tad taller than what is considered average of for his breed. August keeps himself physically fit sporting lean muscles with angular shoulders and a thin waist. August coat is a light fawn color consisting of off whites and cream colors. A pair of pointy cropped ears sit atop his head, both being equally decorated in a variety of piercings. His tail was traditionally docked at a young age. To add a little color to his appearance, August can usually be seen with dyed hair and facial hair. August eyes are a sleepy glacier blue. To add to his ear piercings, August has a small metal tongue piercing as well.
August's style revolves closely to the punk aesthetic. His choice in clothing generally consist of darker colors, ripped jeans, leather jackets, and graphic-tees.
Personality: At first glance, August cuts a rather cold/stand off-ish image however, a little time spent with the canine will show that he is quite the opposite. His natural laid back agreeable attitude makes it easy to get along with others. He has a passion for technology and is all too willing to flex his tech savvy skills when given the opportunity. While he enjoys his alone time like anyone else, extended time alone and boredom never ends well for him. August craves time spent with others and isn’t one to pass up the opportunity to do so. He makes for a loyal friend and is the type one can go to for just about anything. Or at least he likes to think so. August is generally slow to anger for the most part. However, he’s no stranger to confrontation given the right circumstances. Expressing himself when something is bothering him isn’t a strong suit of his and has a terrible habit of bottling it up instead.
History: August was born to a single parent household. Growing up, August and his mother lived in one of the poorer neighborhoods of New York City. There was no doubt that his mother loved him but, her struggle with pills and questionable company caused a rift in their relationship. August managed to do well enough in school to gain a few scholarships and was able begin college when the time came. Although the relationship with his mother hasn't improved much of the over the years, he still keeps in contact with her.
Relationships: June Weiss - Mother Taurus Altobelli - Roomate/Boyfriend (secret) - Student Speech Color Code: (Optional. Can use supported color names or hex code.)
Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Age: 21 Species: Lion Diet: Carnivore Height: 6'1" Weight: 185 lbs Physique: Average, on the verge of athletic
Personality: Rebellious, fun-loving degenerate. Easily seduced by risk and danger and absolutely addicted to stirring the pot and causing trouble. If you need to saddle up against the odds, Vance will happily be at your side to stare down the apocalypse.
History: Vance's mother died during his birth into the Ebonlock family. Because of this, his father, Magnus, has always held a grudge against him. Magnus, a prominent and wealthy member of society, allowed his hired help to provide most of Vance's upbringing. Though face-to-face time with his father was rare and brief, Magnus has always made sure that Vance was provided for in terms of material necessities. Emotional support, however, he gave almost none.
Because of this, Vance took to a lot of attention seeking behavior including theft, arson, drinking, gambling, fights and the like. Once he had become old enough, Magnus decided to take his son's chaotic energy and put it to use. He pulled back the proverbial curtain and revealed the seedier parts of the family business. While the Ebonlocks have plenty of legitimate enterprises, there were also operations shrouded in shadow. Magnus explained to Vance that if he was dead set on being a degenerate then he might as well do so in a constructive way, but the young prince would be starting from the very bottom. Magnus made a deal with Vance that if he were to complete his collegiate studies, he would bring him further into the fold and reward him with more father/son time that the young lion had secretly, desperately craved. In the meantime, he would be given mundane tasks like deliveries, collections and the like to prove his value to the family.
Class: The Ebonlocks are considered Upper Class. Vance, however, is an apple that has fallen far from the tree, preferring the company of those in the lower classes. Occupation: Student [3rd year, Business major], Errand Boy for the family business. Relationships:
Roger is a Capybara, the largest species of rodent in the world. As he is from a larger species, he isn’t immediately recognizable as a rodent. His height would be considered average compared to a lot of other species. He is covered in a light blond-brown mixed color fur that encapsulates his whole body. On the top of his head is a small smattering of black hair, which he tends to keep in a messy style. Roger’s eyes are a deep brown, but are obscured behind his black rimmed glasses. An odd feature of Capybara’s are their webbed fingers and toes, as they spend a lot of their lives in the water.
Style wise, Roger is quite basic. If given the choice he would just always blue jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Most of the shirts Roger owns mean something to him, usually being adorned with images of a character he likes or a movie poster. Due to his webbed toes, Roger needs to wear footwear specifically designed for Capybaras. There isn’t a whole lot of variety with these custom shoes, so Roger just owns two pairs of running shoes, one black and one blue, some gray boots, and a nice set of black dress shoes.
Personality:
Roger is a very exuberant individual, exuding positive vibes and friendliness. Roger has always had an easy time making friends, but only a few will ever see the true Roger. A quirk of Roger is that he can go on and on about topics of interest, sometimes missing social cues that he should perhaps stop talking. But he is always in good spirits when this is brought up as he doesn’t mind the help.
Roger can also get attached too easily, becoming a fierce defender of people he doesn’t know well. This might have something to do with the fact that he feels that he constantly has to work at maintaining friends. Deep in Roger’s mind, he thinks that unless he is always being joyous and helping others, that it will cause the others to leave.
When it comes to his goals, Roger is single minded. It’s not a question for him of if he will become a director and make films, but rather a question of when. This also extends to when he joins a project or volunteers himself. Roger will focus intently on getting a task done, to the point that he can sometimes neglect other aspects of his life, like forgetting to eat or lessening his social life.
History:
Born on the New Jersey coast, Roger would be born into a large family of Capybaras. Roger was the first born of a second litter, making him the fifth of eight children. Thanks to his mother’s successful career as a real estate agent, they managed to secure a house not too far from the famous Jersey shore beach. Most families living there would frequent the ocean quite often, as the neighborhood was mostly populated with aquatic mammals. The beach was the key place to hang out for the youth, Roger’s siblings spending a lot of their free time there. But Roger didn’t really care for the water, instead preferring to hang out in the city.
It was there in the city that Roger found the old Gold Stars Cinema, a classic movie theater. Roger quickly became enamored with the cinema, as it showed many old and eclectic films, stuff the bigger theaters wouldn’t bother with. It was at one of the cinema’s horror film Fridays that Roger met Fred, a European Mink. The two would quickly become friends, bonding over film. Fred also disliked the beach, having nearly drowned as a child.
Roger and Fred began to get very into film culture, quickly amassing a large movie collection between the two of them. This would eventually lead to the pair wanting to talk about these movies. They got the chance when Roger was gifted a video camera for his birthday. Using the camera, Roger and Fred began posting movie reviews to the Internet. They managed to get a decent number of subscribers, prompting them to invest more into the videos.
As high school was ending, Roger and Fred had a choice to make. Roger wanted to continue working with film and become a director, while Fred wanted to continue his family’s tradition of being engineers. So it was in the summer after finishing high school that Roger and Fred released their last review. Fred would move to Berkeley, California to attend University of California-Berkeley. Then it was the time for Roger and several siblings to attend college. The Conti parents were emotional as their kids left for different corners of the country, Roger ending up in New York for Eukary University’s film program.
Roger would move into a dorm on campus, sharing it with another student. Roger would throw himself into his studies, not taking much time to relax. But he did decide to relax by attending a live event for a YouTuber he watched. While at the event, Roger was recognized by the YouTuber’s producer, for his movie reviews. They began to chat, the producer ultimately offering Roger an internship working on the YouTuber’s Podcast. Roger immediately accepted, realizing how good for his career this could be.
So now Roger is balancing film school and an internship, which is becoming quite hectic. Only time will tell if Roger can manage this or if he’ll cave to the stress.
Class:
Middle Class
Occupation:
Student (Freshman in Film Department), Intern at a Podcast Studio
Relationships:
Tino Conti (Capybara, Father, Policeman)
Gwen Conti (Capybara, Mother, Real Estate Agent)
Victor Conti (Capybara, Brother, Construction Worker)
Name: Eddie Hartmann VI Gender: Male Sexuality: Bi Age: 19
Species: Bernese Mountain Dog Diet: Omnivore Height: 6'11 Weight: 300 lb Physique: Muscle gut Appearance:
A note on his appearance: Along his legs and arms are long gashes from his surgery to remove tumors from his bones. The fur has never grown back and the scars are very much visible to anyone at a glance.
Personal History: Eddie had a very sheltered upbringing due to his poor health. Battling bone cancer most of his childhood caused him to be bedridden for the majority of his life, meaning he was homeschooled and was given very little interaction outside of his family and the butlers/doctors that worked at his ancestral home in Switzerland. He eventually won and since his fifth birthday, the cancer has not resurfaced. Now at 19, against his parent’s wishes, he is leaving home for the first time to study at Eukary University, one of the most prestigious schools in the United States. His parents wished for him to stay in Switzerland due to his poor health, but he wanted to see the world after being cooped up all his life. They eventually agreed with many many stipulations.
Family history: The Hartmann is a family of a long line of purebred Bernese Mountain Dogs who could trace their origin back to the Roman Mastiff, the mother breed of the Bernese. They take much pride in their namesake, but it is not their blood that made them famous, but their family business, Hartmann Pharmaceutical, a biomedical manufacturer based in Switzerland. Valued at over 10 billion dollars, they are the leading manufacturer of innovations and are known to give out grants to fund new biomedical advances. The current CEO, Valina Hartman, is a cunning woman who took over the company from her late father after dismissing all of her 7 brothers. Under her care, the company has prospered and is growing internationally. Eddie Hartmann the sixth is said to take over the company in his mother’s steed after she retires. He has never been seen in public and his current whereabouts are unknown.
Class: High Upper class (though he does try his best to hide it) Occupation: First-year student studying Pharmaceutical and Business Relationships: Valina Hartmann (mother), Elias Hartmann (father), Jack Spade (bodyguard). Speech Color Code:
Appearance: Renn is slim and slight, even for a caracal. She's shorter than is typical of her species; with a light tan coat, light cream, almost white, coloured paws and the usual darker markings above her eyebrows - one of which is pierced with a simple silver barbell. Her ear tufts are dark, long and well maintained and both ears are pierced with a variety of studs, hoops and chains. Her style is casual and simple - consisting of hoodies, t shirts and jeans in various shades of black and grey and adorned with rips, threadbare patches, studs and chains. Shes rarely seen without at least one earbud in her ear, plus several guitar picks stashed in the front pocket of her jeans - just in case.
Personality: Renn is feisty and firey. She refuses to take shit and be pushed around which was gotten her into trouble more times than she can count. She has a lot of pent up energy and can be unfocused and easily distracted at times but as soon as she steps into the ring it's as if a switch is flipped. She is focused, determined and disciplined - training as often as she can get away with in both boxing and mixed martial arts. She is fiercly loyal, and the few friends she has are ride or die.
History: Renn grew up an orphan. Her mother died before her first birthday and her father disappeared without a trace shortly after. Shes never really made the effort to find him, although now and then she gets curious - wondering who he is. She lived in the system up until her 18th birthday, bouncing around foster families and group homes without sticking anywhere. She developed severe anxiety which manifested itself in anger and aggression - until one of her several foster parents thought to put her into something that would put that agression to use: boxing classes at the local gym. Renn took to it instantly, finally finding something to devote herself to. After boxing for several years, she picked up mixed martial arts - discovering that she could use her small stature to her advantage.
Music also proved to be an escape for her after thrifting a battered old acoustic guitar from the side of the road. She replaced the strings and polished the wood, teaching herself through videos and free online lessons. The caracal turned into a fairly talent musician, earning herself occasional gigs at local bars and one rather memorable evening at a lively old peoples home - turned out they enjoyed classic rock ballads as much as she did.
She did well enough in school to attend university - determined to carve her own place out in the world.
Class: Working
Occupation: None as of yet, but occasionally tries to play gigs at local bars and clubs. Music theory and production major
