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B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Dove
Creed: Phantom
Faction: Marauders

Age: 3.3 years
Physical Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
Breed: Moggy/Mix [ Includes some Oriental, American Shorthair, Burmese, and Havana Brown ]
Voice: Lissandra

S T A T S + P O W E R S

Strength ➟ 8
Agility ➟ 14
Constitution ➟ 10
Intelligence ➟ 10
Wisdom ➟ 17
Charisma ➟ 16

Powers ➟ ???

I N V E N T O R Y

[ SNAKE PENDANT ] - A stone crafted snake pendant, bound around Dove's neck via twine. She is unmistakably drawn to it by some force.


   P E R S O N A L I T Y

Charming, Decisive, Helpful

- Dove has a silver tongue when it comes to talking her way into and out things; charming most folk into believing in whatever she's trying to sell. She at first butters them up with sweet compliments and praise, and then asks them about what they enjoy and what they do-- so on and so forth. She gets to know them carefully, and stores all of that juicy information into a little mental notebook that she can later reference, should she ever have need for their services, or cooperation.
- Likely her most redeeming quality is her ability to make decisions. She is able to quickly make reliable choices under pressure, which has saved her behind on multiple occasions in the past. Considering now however that she's dead.. this trait supposedly can only go so far.
- Lastly, Dove can be helpful, even if she has ulterior motives. There is still a part of Dove that does urge her to be better and to stop being such a conniving little thief, but given her near-constant circumstance of needing to survive on her own, it makes it difficult to be helpful without the promise of something in return. Tit for tat, as it goes.

Calm, Closed, Stubborn

- "Never show them that they get to you." These words that she was told by her father, are what Dove clings to, to be able to keep a calm composure under pressure. Of course, this is not foolproof and she has lost her temper before, but you have to really push this molly to get her calm facade to lower and have her outright snap at you.
- Similar to the former, Dove remains closed off to most cats; even to those she generally hangs around with. She lets them know as much as they need to know about her, and nothing more. Given her history with liars and manipulators, she knows better than to give that kind of control over to someone who has yet to prove their worth or loyalty to her.
- Although she may seem to bend a bit whilst making a deal, Dove is as stubborn as a goat when it comes to getting what she wants. Should she be denied food, water, or otherwise, Dove will do everything she can think of to find a way to worm around the answer of "no", even if that means having to rip a little fur in the process.

Jealous, Deceitful, Vindictive

- Dove is a scrappy, jealous little thing. She's a master at holding her tongue, but within her mind is buzzing all sorts of ways she could mess with you later on down the line. This molly is in it for the long haul, and will drag out whatever plan she has cooked up until she is satisfied that you have learned your lesson. She wasn't always this way, however- before the storm, she was in love once. She was in love with a handsome tom that would tell her she was the most beautiful creature, only to turn around and forsake those words by repeating them to another she-cat. Infuriated, she tore off his ears and left them for the other molly.
- Although known to lend a helping paw, Dove is notoriously deceitful. She is more than willing to assist you.. so long as when she needs a favor, the debt is back back in full. Dove is the kind of soul that will give you an inch, but take a mile-- and if you deny her, then she'll find a way to take back her former kindness. Either that, or she'll take it from someone else close to you. She loves making deals with other cats, and is all the more wiling to listen to your plea if you offer her something in exchange.
- Not only is she a jealousy-driven and deceitful, but she is also vindictive. Should Dove be scorned, she is not one to offer a second chance. As soon as that bridge is burned, it is burned and buried beneath the rocks. If she is ever found on the shallow end of one of her deals, then she is sure to get back at you-- be it by tooth and claw, or by thieving means. There have only been a few times that she's ever been out-foxed; at least, that she will admit to in the privacy of a rare trusted friend.

                H I S T O R Y

  In the tattered streets of the Coven District, there are a loose band of cats who begrudgingly share their time together. Most of their efforts go towards scavenging the little food they can from the surrounding business' garbage dumps, by outright stealing it from other creatures, or via hunting in the sparse forested area nearby.

This loose group has no name, but they do have a leader; and that leader is determined by whomever throws his or her weight around the most successfully. They keep the group in line and take the lion's share of the food-- but in turn, they're the first to step up and defend a member of their posse from enemy groups, or whatever other terror finds them in these run-down streets.

Holding the leadership position within this band of starving rogues is a fickle beast. It generally passes from cat to cat, solely dependent on whenever the current leader is overpowered and beaten into submission; meaning that a cat born into the lowest of the low is able to climb and become the next leader, should they prove strong enough. Such was the case with a young, clever, and witty she-cat; her name was Talon, and she was the strongest kit of a litter of two. Her brother succumbed to starvation not long after they were born, as she shoved him away from their mother whenever it was time to drink their fill of milk. This behaviour kept up, and soon, she was stealing food left and right, and eventually challenged the current leader; Maverick. He was a large tom who had been driven into their little group by means of exile from another loose knit band of rogues. He easily overthrew the former leader and has bullied many cats out of their scavenged meals, though he was not quick to jump to the defense of those in need.

As revolution stirred, Talon took her shot. The clever she-cat had set him up by means of poison; lacing a chunk of near-rotten meat with rat poison that was too good for the big tom to pass up. He grew lethargic, and Talon soon beat him down until she claimed his crown. In her new position, she prospered; leading the further out into the forested area that held promise of more food. The little group made a better living out in the trees, able to pick off enough rodents to at least live without feeling constantly starved. With such success under her belt, Talon soon sought to have a litter of kittens to continue her legacy. She mated with an equally strong-willed tom, named Ox, and soon had three kittens to call her own; Hawk, Starling, and lastly, Dove.

As these three fresh faces came into the world however, not all was well. After a good few seasons, their home was rapidly becoming barren of mice, voles, and squirrels. Soon enough, they were back to their old ways, and a few kits were even taken as food for those who were hungry enough to try. Dove's sister, Starling, unfortunately met that fate. Talon grew furious and began injuring cats who came too close to her kits out of paranoia, and taught the growing kits how to fight and defend themselves as soon as they could properly understand her.

Once Talon had decided she'd taken enough stress from defending her kits, she tried to leave the group behind and find greener pastures. Dove and her brother Hawk however, had enjoyed seeing the other cats fighting and didn't want to leave their father behind. Even at just a handful of months old, fighting was all they knew how to do. And so, they all ended up staying together, much to Talon's dismay.

For Dove and her brother, staying within the high ranks of the band of rogues was a positive. Ox and Talon both defended them and fed them moderately well when they could manage to. Life moved on, and as it did, Dove grew stronger while her mother grew weaker. Talon became forgetful and frail; only really retaining her leadership through means of Ox defending her.

It was on the night of a half moon when Dove demanded to take control of the group. She and her brother were now in their prime, and had been chasing off outsiders from the borders of their makeshift territory for some time now. She claimed that her mother was no longer suited for the position, and Ox rose to challenge his daughter. The only thing was.. Dove had recruited her brother Hawk to aid her in her coup for power. She promised him that they would rule together, and take on any threat that got between them, and food. As she rushed her father, Hawk flung himself at him as well-- quickly ending him with a bite to the throat. While her brother dragged away their father, Dove backed Talon up against a row of brambles, growing threateningly close to her. Her mother cried surrender, but that was not good enough for Dove. She wanted a fight, like she had seen all the others who tried for her leadership. As the younger she-cat lunged, it was over in an instant; she claimed the crown of leader, and to prove her point.. she devoured the guts of her mother, heart and all. With blood staining her snout, she ruled over the group with a harsher tone than most with her beloved brother at her side.

Dove stayed in power for a year, while Hawk ended up doing the majority of her dirty work. While Dove often chose to fight her own battles, Hawk would step in on her cue for a nasty double-team attack on whoever dared challenge her authority. This inequality made her brother grow resentful, and after a year of taking her bossy attitude, he drove her out himself and forced her into exile.

The chased off molly fled in the direction of their old streets, hoping that she might be able to find another group to join there. Much to her dismay, Dove only ended up chased off again as she tried to shimmy into a smaller group that had laid claim to the northern part of the town. With the southern half that used to belong to her mother still vacant, she had little other choice than to follow the main street and hope for the best.

After following the road for days with only a few breaks for a meal and a drink where she could find it, the ragged molly came across a little off shoot that led into a band of human buildings. Curious, Dove decided to check things out-- slipping under a fence only to be met with a swat and a hiss from a fluffy looking tom. Dove was startled, but the young little thing didn't look like he could actually hurt her, so she raised a brow at him. He swiped again at her, but he hadn't done so with any claws to speak of, so she wormed her way around him and instead set her eyes on the bowl of pellets that had been left out next to a crisp bowl of fresh water. The molly's stomach drove her closer, but the young tom scampered back into her way and puffed up, which caused Dove to stop. After she placed a threat and unsheathed her claws, the other was quick to cower and she claimed what was left in both bowls.

Pleased with this outcome, Dove departed the fenced area but stuck close by-- making it a daily routine. She would slip into the tom's fence, flash him a toothy grin, and then eat her fill for the day before disappearing again. However, after a couple weeks of this behavior, the tom had clearly had it with her and on her afternoon stroll into his garden, she was met with a swift swat to the face; one that was full of claws. She yowled and reeled back, squinting to see through the blood that quickly caked in front of her eyes. Unable to see however, she quickly turned tail and departed, but not before being met with a copious amount of laughter. A seething pain was wracking her face, and she desperately needed to at least wash her wounds. Although it was a bit difficult to get to, Dove eventually stumbled into a river, in which she cleansed her face and drank her fill of water while she could. Her face stung as though she'd been pricked by a stinger of a bee, but in this moment all she could really think about was getting revenge on the tom for taking away her reliable food source.

And so, she did. Once her wound had scarred over for the most part and she had had enough of catching sick mice, and returned to the tom's garden. Instead of entering by slipping under the fence however, she climbed up the side and sat atop it, washing her chest once she reached the crest. The little tom was not currently outside, nor was his rations, but from there she could tell that in the next yard over, was another tom who looked like he have caused the damage to her face. Smiling to herself, she gracefully padded over and called down to him. He met her with hostility, but instead of returning it, she instead praised him and commented as to how strong he was. The bulky tom was taken aback by her compliments, and Dove took the opportunity to continue. She slid off the fence's top and essentially slowly cornered him, speaking sweet little things about him until she mentioned that he was too good to be where he was now. He should be with her instead, putting those claws to better use than just lazing around all day in a yard. The tom, who she later found to be named Peter, considered her offer for a moment before arguing that his housefolk needed him. To that, she sighed and turned away, hopping the fence after saying her goodbyes and wishing him the best with his boring, lazy life. Dove hovered for a few minutes, hopeful that the tom would change his mind. She had started to pad away as he struggled up the fence, and Dove turned to him with a smile-- knowing that he had taken her up on her offer of freedom.

Dove took her newfound companion back to her small riverside home, and began to ask questions about the tom that she had been stealing from. He couldn't give her too many answers, only that he was still relatively new to the area, and he had said he needed help with a 'vicious forest cat'. This caused Dove to snort with laughter, taking a moment to compose herself before she continued on. She explained to Peter that she was an old friend of the younger tom, who she had helped raise before he was taken in by humans. This caused Peter to raise even more questions, like where exactly she was fun, but she was quick to hush him and she simply said that she was trying to break the young tom free, and she needed Peter's help to do it. Cautiously, the bulky tom agreed, and her plan had been set in motion.

[ Dove's memory ends here. She does not recall anything that happened after she and Peter left to go back to the young tom's yard. ]

               R P I N F O R M A T I O N

Availability: During most nights! The only nights I will be a bit less responsive are Saturday and Sunday nights, though this is subject to my retail schedule!
Timezone: EST
Skype: hA, NO
Comments: probably not
Notes: nty
Discord: absolutely!!!
Google Docs: maybe

Response Length:
Less than 100 words: nah
More than 100 words: yeah!!!
More than 1000 words: probably not?

General Disclaimers:
Cursing, violence, and gore are all okay with me!
Sexual content is only to be roleplayed if you are of age like myself, and will not occur if the character is underage.

Rp Example
.. I miss the sun.
A small, white winged fusion was looking longingly down the secondary entrance hallway to the Dome. His overall stature looked tired; drained, almost, as he stood there in contemplation. I know it can't be the real one. But.. it will do, won't it? It took him a few minutes to move his soft paws- his little clawtips causing light tappings against the floor. With his wings tucked close to his body, he wormed his way into the Dome's entrance and squinted as additional light flooded his vision. After his sights caught up with him, he gave a few sniffs and headed off to a clear area to just sit down and spread his wings-- at least, what he had thought was an empty space. Asriel was about to set himself up near a patch of brush, but a somewhat familiar fur caught his eye. He instinctively began to raise his wings- to fly away- but he knew he couldn't make it that far on his own. The plainsland didn't exactly have much terrain to offer for him to jump off of. Instead, he stood his ground and lowered his ears as he waited for some sort of reaction from the other. - Asriel , from AuronTestingFacility

Description



B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Dove
Creed: Phantom
Faction: Marauders

Age: 3.3 years
Physical Sex: Female
Gender Identity: Female
Breed: Moggy/Mix [ Includes some Oriental, American Shorthair, Burmese, and Havana Brown ]
Voice: Lissandra

S T A T S + P O W E R S

Strength ➟ 8
Agility ➟ 14
Constitution ➟ 10
Intelligence ➟ 10
Wisdom ➟ 17
Charisma ➟ 16

Powers ➟ ???

I N V E N T O R Y

[ SNAKE PENDANT ] - A stone crafted snake pendant, bound around Dove's neck via twine. She is unmistakably drawn to it by some force.


   P E R S O N A L I T Y

Charming, Decisive, Helpful

- Dove has a silver tongue when it comes to talking her way into and out things; charming most folk into believing in whatever she's trying to sell. She at first butters them up with sweet compliments and praise, and then asks them about what they enjoy and what they do-- so on and so forth. She gets to know them carefully, and stores all of that juicy information into a little mental notebook that she can later reference, should she ever have need for their services, or cooperation.
- Likely her most redeeming quality is her ability to make decisions. She is able to quickly make reliable choices under pressure, which has saved her behind on multiple occasions in the past. Considering now however that she's dead.. this trait supposedly can only go so far.
- Lastly, Dove can be helpful, even if she has ulterior motives. There is still a part of Dove that does urge her to be better and to stop being such a conniving little thief, but given her near-constant circumstance of needing to survive on her own, it makes it difficult to be helpful without the promise of something in return. Tit for tat, as it goes.

Calm, Closed, Stubborn

- "Never show them that they get to you." These words that she was told by her father, are what Dove clings to, to be able to keep a calm composure under pressure. Of course, this is not foolproof and she has lost her temper before, but you have to really push this molly to get her calm facade to lower and have her outright snap at you.
- Similar to the former, Dove remains closed off to most cats; even to those she generally hangs around with. She lets them know as much as they need to know about her, and nothing more. Given her history with liars and manipulators, she knows better than to give that kind of control over to someone who has yet to prove their worth or loyalty to her.
- Although she may seem to bend a bit whilst making a deal, Dove is as stubborn as a goat when it comes to getting what she wants. Should she be denied food, water, or otherwise, Dove will do everything she can think of to find a way to worm around the answer of "no", even if that means having to rip a little fur in the process.

Jealous, Deceitful, Vindictive

- Dove is a scrappy, jealous little thing. She's a master at holding her tongue, but within her mind is buzzing all sorts of ways she could mess with you later on down the line. This molly is in it for the long haul, and will drag out whatever plan she has cooked up until she is satisfied that you have learned your lesson. She wasn't always this way, however- before the storm, she was in love once. She was in love with a handsome tom that would tell her she was the most beautiful creature, only to turn around and forsake those words by repeating them to another she-cat. Infuriated, she tore off his ears and left them for the other molly.
- Although known to lend a helping paw, Dove is notoriously deceitful. She is more than willing to assist you.. so long as when she needs a favor, the debt is back back in full. Dove is the kind of soul that will give you an inch, but take a mile-- and if you deny her, then she'll find a way to take back her former kindness. Either that, or she'll take it from someone else close to you. She loves making deals with other cats, and is all the more wiling to listen to your plea if you offer her something in exchange.
- Not only is she a jealousy-driven and deceitful, but she is also vindictive. Should Dove be scorned, she is not one to offer a second chance. As soon as that bridge is burned, it is burned and buried beneath the rocks. If she is ever found on the shallow end of one of her deals, then she is sure to get back at you-- be it by tooth and claw, or by thieving means. There have only been a few times that she's ever been out-foxed; at least, that she will admit to in the privacy of a rare trusted friend.

                H I S T O R Y

  In the tattered streets of the Coven District, there are a loose band of cats who begrudgingly share their time together. Most of their efforts go towards scavenging the little food they can from the surrounding business' garbage dumps, by outright stealing it from other creatures, or via hunting in the sparse forested area nearby.

This loose group has no name, but they do have a leader; and that leader is determined by whomever throws his or her weight around the most successfully. They keep the group in line and take the lion's share of the food-- but in turn, they're the first to step up and defend a member of their posse from enemy groups, or whatever other terror finds them in these run-down streets.

Holding the leadership position within this band of starving rogues is a fickle beast. It generally passes from cat to cat, solely dependent on whenever the current leader is overpowered and beaten into submission; meaning that a cat born into the lowest of the low is able to climb and become the next leader, should they prove strong enough. Such was the case with a young, clever, and witty she-cat; her name was Talon, and she was the strongest kit of a litter of two. Her brother succumbed to starvation not long after they were born, as she shoved him away from their mother whenever it was time to drink their fill of milk. This behaviour kept up, and soon, she was stealing food left and right, and eventually challenged the current leader; Maverick. He was a large tom who had been driven into their little group by means of exile from another loose knit band of rogues. He easily overthrew the former leader and has bullied many cats out of their scavenged meals, though he was not quick to jump to the defense of those in need.

As revolution stirred, Talon took her shot. The clever she-cat had set him up by means of poison; lacing a chunk of near-rotten meat with rat poison that was too good for the big tom to pass up. He grew lethargic, and Talon soon beat him down until she claimed his crown. In her new position, she prospered; leading the further out into the forested area that held promise of more food. The little group made a better living out in the trees, able to pick off enough rodents to at least live without feeling constantly starved. With such success under her belt, Talon soon sought to have a litter of kittens to continue her legacy. She mated with an equally strong-willed tom, named Ox, and soon had three kittens to call her own; Hawk, Starling, and lastly, Dove.

As these three fresh faces came into the world however, not all was well. After a good few seasons, their home was rapidly becoming barren of mice, voles, and squirrels. Soon enough, they were back to their old ways, and a few kits were even taken as food for those who were hungry enough to try. Dove's sister, Starling, unfortunately met that fate. Talon grew furious and began injuring cats who came too close to her kits out of paranoia, and taught the growing kits how to fight and defend themselves as soon as they could properly understand her.

Once Talon had decided she'd taken enough stress from defending her kits, she tried to leave the group behind and find greener pastures. Dove and her brother Hawk however, had enjoyed seeing the other cats fighting and didn't want to leave their father behind. Even at just a handful of months old, fighting was all they knew how to do. And so, they all ended up staying together, much to Talon's dismay.

For Dove and her brother, staying within the high ranks of the band of rogues was a positive. Ox and Talon both defended them and fed them moderately well when they could manage to. Life moved on, and as it did, Dove grew stronger while her mother grew weaker. Talon became forgetful and frail; only really retaining her leadership through means of Ox defending her.

It was on the night of a half moon when Dove demanded to take control of the group. She and her brother were now in their prime, and had been chasing off outsiders from the borders of their makeshift territory for some time now. She claimed that her mother was no longer suited for the position, and Ox rose to challenge his daughter. The only thing was.. Dove had recruited her brother Hawk to aid her in her coup for power. She promised him that they would rule together, and take on any threat that got between them, and food. As she rushed her father, Hawk flung himself at him as well-- quickly ending him with a bite to the throat. While her brother dragged away their father, Dove backed Talon up against a row of brambles, growing threateningly close to her. Her mother cried surrender, but that was not good enough for Dove. She wanted a fight, like she had seen all the others who tried for her leadership. As the younger she-cat lunged, it was over in an instant; she claimed the crown of leader, and to prove her point.. she devoured the guts of her mother, heart and all. With blood staining her snout, she ruled over the group with a harsher tone than most with her beloved brother at her side.

Dove stayed in power for a year, while Hawk ended up doing the majority of her dirty work. While Dove often chose to fight her own battles, Hawk would step in on her cue for a nasty double-team attack on whoever dared challenge her authority. This inequality made her brother grow resentful, and after a year of taking her bossy attitude, he drove her out himself and forced her into exile.

The chased off molly fled in the direction of their old streets, hoping that she might be able to find another group to join there. Much to her dismay, Dove only ended up chased off again as she tried to shimmy into a smaller group that had laid claim to the northern part of the town. With the southern half that used to belong to her mother still vacant, she had little other choice than to follow the main street and hope for the best.

After following the road for days with only a few breaks for a meal and a drink where she could find it, the ragged molly came across a little off shoot that led into a band of human buildings. Curious, Dove decided to check things out-- slipping under a fence only to be met with a swat and a hiss from a fluffy looking tom. Dove was startled, but the young little thing didn't look like he could actually hurt her, so she raised a brow at him. He swiped again at her, but he hadn't done so with any claws to speak of, so she wormed her way around him and instead set her eyes on the bowl of pellets that had been left out next to a crisp bowl of fresh water. The molly's stomach drove her closer, but the young tom scampered back into her way and puffed up, which caused Dove to stop. After she placed a threat and unsheathed her claws, the other was quick to cower and she claimed what was left in both bowls.

Pleased with this outcome, Dove departed the fenced area but stuck close by-- making it a daily routine. She would slip into the tom's fence, flash him a toothy grin, and then eat her fill for the day before disappearing again. However, after a couple weeks of this behavior, the tom had clearly had it with her and on her afternoon stroll into his garden, she was met with a swift swat to the face; one that was full of claws. She yowled and reeled back, squinting to see through the blood that quickly caked in front of her eyes. Unable to see however, she quickly turned tail and departed, but not before being met with a copious amount of laughter. A seething pain was wracking her face, and she desperately needed to at least wash her wounds. Although it was a bit difficult to get to, Dove eventually stumbled into a river, in which she cleansed her face and drank her fill of water while she could. Her face stung as though she'd been pricked by a stinger of a bee, but in this moment all she could really think about was getting revenge on the tom for taking away her reliable food source.

And so, she did. Once her wound had scarred over for the most part and she had had enough of catching sick mice, and returned to the tom's garden. Instead of entering by slipping under the fence however, she climbed up the side and sat atop it, washing her chest once she reached the crest. The little tom was not currently outside, nor was his rations, but from there she could tell that in the next yard over, was another tom who looked like he have caused the damage to her face. Smiling to herself, she gracefully padded over and called down to him. He met her with hostility, but instead of returning it, she instead praised him and commented as to how strong he was. The bulky tom was taken aback by her compliments, and Dove took the opportunity to continue. She slid off the fence's top and essentially slowly cornered him, speaking sweet little things about him until she mentioned that he was too good to be where he was now. He should be with her instead, putting those claws to better use than just lazing around all day in a yard. The tom, who she later found to be named Peter, considered her offer for a moment before arguing that his housefolk needed him. To that, she sighed and turned away, hopping the fence after saying her goodbyes and wishing him the best with his boring, lazy life. Dove hovered for a few minutes, hopeful that the tom would change his mind. She had started to pad away as he struggled up the fence, and Dove turned to him with a smile-- knowing that he had taken her up on her offer of freedom.

Dove took her newfound companion back to her small riverside home, and began to ask questions about the tom that she had been stealing from. He couldn't give her too many answers, only that he was still relatively new to the area, and he had said he needed help with a 'vicious forest cat'. This caused Dove to snort with laughter, taking a moment to compose herself before she continued on. She explained to Peter that she was an old friend of the younger tom, who she had helped raise before he was taken in by humans. This caused Peter to raise even more questions, like where exactly she was fun, but she was quick to hush him and she simply said that she was trying to break the young tom free, and she needed Peter's help to do it. Cautiously, the bulky tom agreed, and her plan had been set in motion.

[ Dove's memory ends here. She does not recall anything that happened after she and Peter left to go back to the young tom's yard. ]

               R P I N F O R M A T I O N

Availability: During most nights! The only nights I will be a bit less responsive are Saturday and Sunday nights, though this is subject to my retail schedule!
Timezone: EST
Skype: hA, NO
Comments: probably not
Notes: nty
Discord: absolutely!!!
Google Docs: maybe

Response Length:
Less than 100 words: nah
More than 100 words: yeah!!!
More than 1000 words: probably not?

General Disclaimers:
Cursing, violence, and gore are all okay with me!
Sexual content is only to be roleplayed if you are of age like myself, and will not occur if the character is underage.

Rp Example
.. I miss the sun.
A small, white winged fusion was looking longingly down the secondary entrance hallway to the Dome. His overall stature looked tired; drained, almost, as he stood there in contemplation. I know it can't be the real one. But.. it will do, won't it? It took him a few minutes to move his soft paws- his little clawtips causing light tappings against the floor. With his wings tucked close to his body, he wormed his way into the Dome's entrance and squinted as additional light flooded his vision. After his sights caught up with him, he gave a few sniffs and headed off to a clear area to just sit down and spread his wings-- at least, what he had thought was an empty space. Asriel was about to set himself up near a patch of brush, but a somewhat familiar fur caught his eye. He instinctively began to raise his wings- to fly away- but he knew he couldn't make it that far on his own. The plainsland didn't exactly have much terrain to offer for him to jump off of. Instead, he stood his ground and lowered his ears as he waited for some sort of reaction from the other. - Asriel , from AuronTestingFacility