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Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I've finished up with Sandfire and Bravefeather!

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

THESE ARE WIPS

Done!

Sandfire

Details
Name:
Sandfire
Gender:
Female
Age:
18 Moons
Rank Wanted:
Warrior
Rank Received:

Appearance
Description:
A beautiful, smooth coated, ginger brown she-cat. Sandfire has a splash of white running from her chin to just over a small portion of her neck. Her body is wiry and lithe; she is clearly made for running, and swift, retreating attacks. Sandfire's slim frame often makes hunting under the cover of the bushes plausible and easy for the young she-cat. Her inquisitive eyes are a full, rich, green in color. She is a long legged she-cat, and aside from running, her other greatest strength lies in her ability to make long leaps. Another cat would easily notice the similarities in leg length between her and her brother Bravefeather.
Pelt Colour:
Ginger brown, with white patch from chin to neck.
Body Type:
Wiry, lithe, and tall. Her legs give her the appearance of a large frame, but, as previously mentioned, she's just tall.
Eye Colour:
Green

Personality
Description:
Sandfire has an adventurous but caring personality. While she wishes to be able to run freely and carelessly through the Thunderclan's forest, she's extremely dedicated to her Clan, and performs her duties to the best of her ability. Unfortunately, she can be blinded to the hardships that worse adventures (like long journeys) can be composed of, and would be that she-cat who would throw herself at the opportunity to explore beyond the borders of Thunderclan. She has a fiery, snappish temperament, and has a hard time with other cats who challenge her beliefs. However, she is also an extremely loyal and dedicated friend, and will defend those she cares about with words as well as with tooth and claw. Sandfire respects the laws of the Clans, and while she doesn't show it outwardly, she harbors some doubt for half-Clan cats such as Snowpaw. Her blossoming crush on Thunderclan medicine cat Mallownose has, recently, caused a great amount of internal conflict for Sandfire, who isn't sure if Starclan will punish her for her feelings. Perhaps, however, this change is for the both the best and worse, as it is allowing Sandfire to see the error in her ways of misjudging half-Clan cats, and those cats who have innocently gone out the warrior code for the sake of friendship or love.
Likes:
Adventure, running, hunting, friends, Mallownose
Dislikes:
Trespassers (rouges and outside Clan cats; she's more lenient with innocent kittypets), pessimistic cats, cats who don't believe in Starclan
Wants:
To see beyond the Clan territories some day and become a well known Hunter in Clan history.
Fears:
Her own growing affection for Mallownose, and the idea that another cat may discover it, twolegs, immense fear of horses.
Strengths:
Hunting, running, leaping, sense of loyalty
Weaknesses:
Desire for blindly adventuring, temper

History
Description:
There's not much to say about Sandfire. Having been born within Thunderclan, she has grown up in a very average Thunderclan cat life. The forests of her Clan and the scent of her Clanmates is all she has ever known, and perhaps can explain so clearly her desire for something more than just Thunderclan.
The only significant happening in Sandfire's life was that, as apprentices, she and her brother Bravefeather (then Bravepaw) ventured out to the barn and were confronted with horses. While the gentle giants never harmed either cat, the apprentices had been so shocked by the appearance of the creatures in the field, and the speed at which they were going, that developed a horrific fear of them.
Crush:
Mallownose
Mate:
N/A
Kits:
N/A
Kins: Bravefeather (brother), Sparktooth (mother), Sandblaze (father)

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Bravefeather

Details
Name:
Bravefeather
Gender:
Male
Age:
18 Moons
Rank Wanted:
Warrior
Rank Received:

Appearance
Description:
Bravefeather is a handsome young tom; he is a heavy, large framed cat, with long, muscular legs, and a lengthy, well groomed brown tabby coat. He, like his sister, has a splash of white on his chin, going down to his neck, and spilling out just a little onto his muzzle. Unlike his sister, Bravefeather, with his robust body, would be at the very forefront of battle. Slower and more bulkier than Sandfire, Bravefeather depends on patience and stillness when hunting, and is not as adept as his sister. The one commonality between Sandfire and Braveheart (beside their rich green eyes, which are almost identical) are their long, muscular legs. Like Sandfire, Braveheart is capable of taking long leaps, though he is not nearly as graceful as his sister.
Pelt Colour:
Brown tabby, with a splash of white on his muzzle, chin, and under his neck.
Body Type:
Large, robust, and long-legged.
Eye Colour:
Green

Personality
Description:
Bravefeather is more homely than his sister, and doesn't quite pine for the out-of-clan adventure that his sister desires. Contrary to the implication of his size and prowess, Bravefeather is actually a mellow and docile tom, and a great friend to many Clan cats. Unlike his sister, he is known for being a cat easy to discuss problems and all else with, and makes for a fine friend when there's nothing to talk about. Bravefeather also does well with apprentices, and particularly kits, and spends a great deal of time humoring little ones. Bravefeather is a big supporter of Hawkstar, the Clan's leader, and draws inspiration from the big tom.
Likes:
Kin, his Clan and its leader, mock-fighting
Dislikes:
Cats who are unnecessarily rough with Clanmates.
Wants:
To someday settle down into a rhythm of Clan life that involves kits and kind descended from him. Though he's not sure he's quite ready for that at the point of life that he's at.
Fears:
Seeing his kin or friend killed in battle, and immense fear of horses.
Strengths:
Robust body, muscular legs, and docile demeanor.
Weaknesses:
It may not seems so at first, but Bravefeather does in fact believe that Thunderclan is superior to all other clans, causing him to greatly underestimate the others. His slow speed.

History
Description:
As with Sandfire, nothing special. A born and raised Clan cat, the only adventure outside of Thunderclan that Bravefeather's experienced is the whole deal with the horse (See Sandfire's History.)
Crush:
N/A
Mate:
N/A
Kits:
N/A
Kins:
Sandfire (sister), Sparktooth (mother), Sandblaze (father)

Fused At Birth

I eagerly await the completion of your character! At the end of the day, I still hope you treat your character as a kid. I want a good portion of this RP to be dedicated to the maturation of our characters from children to adults.

As a side note, we also have many states in America who abide by a law stating 15 as the age of consent (and this law varies widely, usually ranging from the ages of 15-18), and we also bend the law, as with the recent extremely stupid Slender Man stabbings, to charge children as adults if the crime is sufficiently bad enough. Two thirteen year old children are now facing up to 45 years in prison, but I think they deserve it. You don't do stupid shit like that and get away with it. Besides, as the judge said, trailing them as juveniles would just undermine the seriousness of the crime.

Anyway, I'm now working on intro post that should be up later today alongside my own character post! I've got other rp's to tend to, so I'll be in and out of this thread frequently between them all. I look forward to RPing with you all and I'm really excited to get this going!

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

"Shut. Up!" SSPD officer Tom Barren hissed, cuffing a round faced, red cheeked, young man on the top of his pale blonde head. The man, fellow officer George Winter, drew in a sharp breath as the impact of Tom's heavy fist caused him to spasm in his seat. His eyes, watery and wild, darted between Tom and the mammoth shape of the golden brown werewolf behind them; it was as though he couldn't decide which one posed a greater threat. They're driver, another SSPD officer, John Kip, snorted superciliously at the sound of Winter's pathetic mewling.

Served him right, Tom thought self satisfyingly, for crying like a baby at the sight of a bound up, harmless...animal. He looked back disdainfully at Detective Chase Amelio, whose hulking, furry frame took up most of the back of the van. He had never really been an admirer of the SSPD's finer breed; detectives, after all, were just glorified police officers. Sure, they had flashier badges, but a title didn't really make a man, or so officer Tom forced himself to believe.

He wondered what amount of bribery Detective Amelio had utilized to garner himself a position at the top of the force. Money, sex, favors. The possibilities were endless

Maybe it hadn't been bribery at all. Maybe it had been something worse, something atrocious...he shuddered and spared a fleeting glance backwards, just in time to catch Amelio snapping his heavy jowls together threateningly. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. Maybe, reporting Amelio would promote him to detective, Tom thought dreamily.

A strange sense of calm had engulfed the van ever since they had set out, and in his wishful reverie, this sense of impending goodness only seemed to further bury Tom in his hopeful thoughts. He didn't dare discuss this feeling with his fellow officers, fearing they would believe him to be bewitched, or the like. Of course, he didn't believe that either one of the two bozos in the back were quite capable of enchanting or bewitching, but one could never be too sure. The worse part was, every time Tom had felt frustrated the sense of calm had...well it had almost wrestled for control with Tom's frustration, only causing a greater amount of anger and irritation.

And then he'd been so pleasant with the girl earlier. They all had been sweet tempered with her, he'd noticed suspiciously as they'd hauled their breathing packages into the back of the van. It had been difficult for him to rouse himself into roughing her up. Instead, in a very gentlemanly manner, he'd grabbed her by the elbows and mellowly lifted her into the van. And then, more than ever, he'd felt the greatest desire to become an earth kissing hippie.

Even now, as he was worried again, his worry fought with the subtle but present desire to be at peace with the world. Maybe I'm developing some sort of psychological hippie disease, he thought fearfully.

"We're nearly there," Kip declared, interrupting Tom's anxious inner thoughts. To their right, just out the tinted windows of their dull, black, van stood the Golden Dragon. The takeaway seemed mostly empty; the only signifiers of life were the four silhouetted frames of people shuffling around on the inside of the restaurant. Nyx and her colleagues, no doubt.

"There are snipers everywhere," Winter said in a shaky and awed voice. He was pointing frightfully out the window and into the sky. Leaning over, Tom spotted the snipers perched on the roofs of various buildings, prepared to bring down those who threatened Nyx and her powerful lackeys.

"Don't be such a bitch, Winter," Kip said from the front, grinning meanly into the rearview window so that Winter could catch his lofty smirk.

Tom cracked a smile, appreciating Kip's humor and hoping that Winter would be replaced with someone else with actual balls.

The van pulled to a slow stop in front of the Golden Dragon, and Tom shifted in his seat to look back at their captives. They glared at him silently from the hard floor of the otherwise empty van.

"Listen up. I'm gonna give you," He pointed menacingly at Amelio, "some clothes, and your phone. We're gonna let you outta the van, and then you're gonna morph back and change. You're gonna march straight into the Golden Dragon, no questions asked." He paused, then tacked on as an afterthought, "And don't even try any funny business. Boss's got snipers everywhere that'll kill you if you even break an inch out of line. You understand me."

They stared at him.

"I said, you understand me?"

"Yeah, we got you." Detective Johanssen replied, giving Amelio a wary look full of caution, "Right, Chase?"

With her prompting, the werewolf seemed to grunt his approval. Feeling satisfied with his prowess (however little of it he actually had) Tom got out of the van and worked his way to the back, flinging the double doors wide open. Amelio, who had been positioned awkwardly against the left door, tumbled out in a heap of brown, tawny fur. Ignoring him, Tom almost eagerly abided to the needs of the lady, lifting her gently from the van and setting her vertically on her feet.

She smiled at him, and in a moment of blissful ignorance, he returned a broad, admiring grin.

Then his face contorted with fear and misunderstanding, and turning away from his gawking colleagues, he began to undo the binding ropes around Johanssen's wrists.

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I almost felt sorry for poor Tom Barren, whose face had gone pale with fear and confusion. His friends, Kip and Winter, were staring at him mistrustfully, as though doubting where his loyalties lay.

My powers worked weirdly, and most certainly worked better on some than they did on others. Attraction played a role in their function. Attraction to women bolstered their effect. Furthermore, they worked even better if the "victim" just so happened to be attracted to me. People who fell into the "other" category also felt their effects, though maybe not to the extent of someone attracted to either of the two previous factors.

Because Mr. Tom seemed to be more enchanted with me than the others, I had no choice but to believe I had an admirer. He fumbled with the ropes around my wrist before finally freeing me and giving me time to survey what damaged they'd caused. I had a painful bump on my waist, where one of the idiots had cuffed me, and another black and blue bruise on my arm. My wrists had red sores, rope burn, ringed right around them.

By the time I returned my attention to Chase, he was human again, and fully clothed. He smiled at me, and I had the overwhelming urge to hug him, or hold his hand, or even kiss him on the cheek. Instead, I let my answering smile beam up affectionately at him.

Our moment was interrupted inconsiderately by the three SSPD traitors.

Well, traitors was a strong word considering Chase and I had already done our fair share of underground work, as Chase called it.

They jabbed us forward with the barrels of their long guns, and with no other alternative, we left them behind and made a beeline for the Golden Dragon.

"Are you ok." I whispered as we walked down the sidewalk to the restaurant. My hand ebbed towards his, and in a moment of consolidation, we held each other's hands comfortingly.

"I'm fine," He grimaced, "Those fuckers pounced one me when I least expected it."

"Yeah me too." Quiet reigned king for a moment and then I said, "Fuckers....as in more than one?" Kip had been the only person with Chase when we'd briefly convened at a fancy looking apartment.

"I...Well, I," He stuttered out, looking shameful, "I kind of fucked one of 'em up pretty badly. I mean," He said quickly, squeezing my hand gently, "He'll live. Nothing permanent. But yeah, he kind of couldn't move the way I'd left him. He still managed to help his friend subdue me though, so props to him."

I laughed. A little forced, but I actually laughed. This seemed to lighten Chase's mood (at least as light as it could get considering what position we were in), and we made our way to the Golden Dragon feeling more unified than ever, I think.

We entered cautiously, with Chase leading the way. His large frame blocked my view, and I squirmed my way past him. He let out a hiss of protest, pulling me back till I was leveled with his side.

The inside of the restaurant was small, but decent enough. Four people sat at one table. An old, wrinkled man who really ought to have been retired. An impassive looking skeletal undead. A short haired Asian woman. And a woman so heavy, overflowing, and lazy looking that I almost doubted we'd come to right place.

Chase let out a low cough to signal our arrival, and we waited, anxious and impatient, for them to turn their attention to us.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

@xXBalloonsXx Shh, we shall start tomorrow. I need enough time to squeeze some more characters from these sucke- I mean, lovely, lovely people. :3

@Ginger Kollie

UHH. I. Am. So. Genuinely. Excited. Y u do dis?

Fused At Birth

Ok at @drewccapp She's all good to go! Just quote, and copy and paste the text right into the character tab. I, in the meanwhile, shall be working on making an introductory post and tending to some other rps I'm in. And a word of advice, don't pressure yourself, even if you haven't done advanced in a long while. I (and I'm sure our fellow RPers in this RP) are relatively patient, and I don't believe anyone will mind if you need some time to get back into the swing of things.

Sarah Escobar/

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C L A S S I F I E D

H O S T

Appearance

Subject Number:
4269B

Name:
Sarah Escobar

Sex:
F

Nickname:
"Fenrir"

Date of Birth:
06/21/2002(13)

Height:
4'11"

Weight:
102 lb

Zygosity: 
Monozygotic(Identical)

Personality:
Extroverted in public, yet displays misanthropic tendencies when in private or particularly stressed. Easily bored. Impatient. Easily influenced by external and internal sources. It is likely that the anti-social tendencies may be the true nature of Sarah, see more on the parasitic conscience. She has an appreciation for physical sports which may be the only time she is social without influence from her parasitic conscience. She reacts poorly to sudden changes to her environment.

Family:
No documentation of birth parents found. Raised in an orphanage in southern New Hampshire. It is also known that she had gone through several foster families, but every instance resulted in her lashing out. Had the symptoms typical of one affected by a parasitic conscience been clear this subject may have slipped through the system. All attempts to find biological family has resulted in no results as the parents wished to remain anonymous and have left no paper trail.

P A R A S I T I C C O N S C I E N C E

Name: "Ashe"

Sex:
F

Relationship with Host: 
Sarah's parasitic conscience appears to serve as her conscience for moral decisions. Struggles become clearer when Sarah is alone, but otherwise she is more willing to accept Ashe's direction. Their relationship is good at times while it is poor at others.

Personality: 
Sarah's parasitic conscience is friendly and sociable as well as responsible. She has a great love for people and seems to like helping heal those that are hurt. She struggles with Sarah in private where Sarah clearly wants to express her nature in solitude. Aside from that little is known about the parasitic conscience.

Notes:
Sarah's parasitic conscience is clearly a good influence on Sarah, especially when dealing with interactions with other people. The struggles result in hallucinations, headaches, and clumsiness. 

When asked about the name of her parasitic conscience, Sarah appeared confused before finally responding with "Ashe" quite possibly has never actually given her a name before her transfer here.

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Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I guess now Frostbite's pimpness has been ruined.

Fused At Birth

@drewccapp

Bless your soul for creating a character under 15. Not that its bad if your character is 15 or above...just so few people choose characters under that. We have variation! She's good to go...I shall edit her form and post it in here for you to put in the Character Tab. Just give me a few minutes or an hour or two, as I'm eating now.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Ok...I take back making another character because, while I'm pretty sure I can keep up with one character, I have four others that require a lot of writing. So I want to wait before I dedicate myself to another character that I can't keep up with...not taking away the possibility of making another character in the future though. Just wanna get a feel for how much more weight I can take on :)

So @LetMeDoStuff I guess Frostbite will ultimately become a pimp.

Fused At Birth

Just so everyone knows, @drewccapp will be joining us :)