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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:25 pm
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「 Name 」
xxxxx Kitsunebi
xxxxx Origin: A type of foxfire in Japanese lore; 狐火
xxxxx Nickname: Kit
「 Birthday 」
xxxxx July 5th, 2015
「 Breed 」
xxxxx Mutant Fox Purewalker
「 Images 」
xxxxx WIPs: 1 | 2 | 3
xxxxx Uncerts: Adult | Only Necklace | Feral | Naked | Naked Feral | Unpelted | Naked Unpelted
xxxxx Certs: Adult | Feral | Naked | Naked Feral
「 Herd 」
xxxxx None
「 Obtained By 」
xxxxx Mindsend June 2015 Bribes
「 Colorist 」
xxxxx Mindsend
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「 Temper 」
xxxxx Ingratiating
xxxxx Meaning: deliberately meant to gain favor
「 Personality 」
xxxxx Kitsunebi is a suave smooth talker who not only enjoys getting what he wants, but is very capable of getting it when he wants it. Almost any mare is easily swayed to come with him back to his home with just a few moments and simple words whispered into their ears. This is a skill he is very proud of, though not something that he can really brag about. Not until the mare is already under lock and key anyway. His skill is so great that he has even wooed over mares of considerable stature in their own herds and communities. These ones brought him pleasure not only for their beauty, but for the suffering they then endured while he told the beautiful creatures stories of how their herd was falling apart. He has even been known to bring the mares of stature out to see their old homes from afar, just to show them what they can no longer have. This is much more in the vein of what his sister enjoys doing to her own victims, but he prefers to keep his for much longer than she does. As for hunting grounds for his victims, there is no limit to how far he will go in order to obtain the beauty that he seeks. The shackles that he may need for those who are further away are usually kept on hand, but he typically doesn’t have to use them. The words that he speaks to them tend to do the trick well enough.
The mares, and on very rare occasions, stallions, who are kept in his care are surprisingly well taken care of. He tends to their needs for food and water, even going to great lengths to make sure that they are warm and comfortable in their prison. There is no point in keeping a new pet if one isn’t going to take proper care of it after all. Though there is an alternative to him taking such great care of them, wanting to make sure that their pelts and other such things stay in the perfect condition that he found them in. They wouldn’t be worth their salt if they didn’t look good still. For those he deems needs it, he will even brush out their fur. Another thing he is rather taken to doing is to still talk kindly to them. Tell them all the sweet nothings that he told them in order to get them there in the first place. As one would expect, most mares find it rather unnerving that he would still do that, but he sees it as a way to try and comfort the poor pretty things he has caught. It’s his own twisted way of attempting to care for them, even if he feels nothing toward them. He also almost never takes in more than one pet at a time. There have been a couple times where he has kept a pet for a rather long time and decides that they need a playmate, but these have been so rare that it’s not something his pets should hope for.
Kitsunebi may make an exception and take stallions sometimes, but he highly prefers the meat of mares over them. It is his belief that mares are simply more pure than stallions are and he doesn’t want to end up obscuring or defiling his palate with things that are so impure and tainted. Even more so than just preferring mares, he highly prefers those who have not yet had any children, being the most pure and untainted meat that he can possibly obtain. There are obvious exceptions to this, as if he went only after mares as such, he would be limiting his food and beauty sources. He will often take back mares that he also finds are not morally corrupt in his mind. This is something that he will test quite simply by asking strange questions of how they would react if something was in trouble. Though his idea of morally corrupt is a bit different from traditional ideals. He would happily take away a mare that had killed another, but not so much one who went and had a crush on a stallion who was not as beautiful as he thinks the mare deserves. There are strange times where he will go after a particular “flavor” of mare. These “flavors” can be anything from only going after mares with particular physical traits, or mares who approach him with clear intent first. The one defining trait in any and all of his hunts though is how beautiful a mare, or stallion, appears to him. As for how he hunts stallions, they need to be stunningly beautiful. Beautiful enough where he could mistake them for a mare from a distance and, when found to be a stallion, still accept his advances with his sweet words. The stallions who don’t fall for his sweet words are killed on the spot and left to rot. As far as he is concerned, stallions like that don’t deserve a place in the world.
Kitsunebi does eventually take all of his pets down to a special room in his caves in order to kill them. This usually takes a few weeks to months for him to decide though, as he prefers to keep them around and alive to really take in their beauty. But he does need to eat as well, so the choice eventually comes. Almost all of the pieces of his pets are kept to either eat or to adorn the walls and floor of his sleeping chamber. The hearts of his pets are taken out and kept in jars with their own blood, buried in the floors around his cave system. Each are even marked by a symbol made of stone, that way he knows where each of his pets rests. All of the meat from their bones is kept in the driest section of his cave system, left on shelves of stone and even hung out to dry for him to consume at his leisure. The bones themselves, aside from the skull, are given a rather proper burial outside of his cave system in his own little graveyard. These are again marked, but with the name of his pet, rather than the cryptic symbol he decided for them. The skulls of his pets are bleached and then hung in his sleeping chamber, so that they may be with him when he sleeps. For the pets he deems the most beautiful, he also skins. Tanning their hides and keeping their pelts to sleep on. He takes impeccable care of these, just as he would their fur when they were alive. Most still keeping their colors long after the host had faded.
Though unusual for Walkers, the twins have felt a strange connection to each other their entire lives. This connection has led them to believe that if one of them died, or was injured, the other would suffer the same fate. It is their belief in this that has led to their rather strange coexistence between them. This should never be mistaken for a form of love, or even for a faint liking of the other. This is simply them needed to guard themselves. Stemming from their own selfish need to continue on living in the world. This also means that they do watch out for each other. If the other senses any kind of danger, they will warn the other as soon as they can. They couldn’t afford if the weaker of them ended up being taken out, thus, taking them out with them. This has led them to share a cave space with each other. The cave being a rather long and large tunnel that the twins found and decided to make their own. Tamamo takes the West entrance and Kitsunebi takes the East entrance. In the middle of the two is where they leave each other “offerings.” They can be something as simple as pelts, or as complex as a new perfume that they have cooked up. Sometimes they will even leave their sibling a bit of prey they think might entertain them. Though that takes a bit more time to exchange. This is the only tunnel that connects the two entrances. Off from each side the twins have other tunnels leading into rooms that they sleep in or keep their stores in. They each even have a room to keep live prey.
- Use natural perfumes that each make on their own to mask their smell to any potential prey they would be tricking. They often bathe in it to help mask the scent for longer periods of time.
- Hides most of their pelts in a cloaked hood draped over them. So as to make themselves come off as a simple pawed mutant.
- Their territories butt together and their cave systems actually connect in a small area.
「 Likes 」
xxxxx Beautiful Mares
「 Dislikes 」
xxxxx Stallions, Other Soquili getting in the way of Meals
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「 Drop Off Posts 」
xxxxx Adult
「 Original Stats Post 」
xxxxx xXx
「 Original Stats 」
xxxxx Strength: 12%
xxxxx Courage: 5%
xxxxx Speed: 12%
xxxxx Intelligence: 11%
xxxxx Luck: 5%
xxxxx Stamina: 6%
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:26 pm
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「 History 」
xxxxx As foals they only knew one purpose, kill to eat. They needed sustenance and it was the only way they knew how to get it. Though they often squabbled and had little brawls about the tiny game they caught, rabbits and the like, they never really felt like the killing called to them. They never felt alive while they took another. It was something that actually bothered the twins for a long time, though they never really understood why it felt so empty. Why it bothered them so just to kill something and eat it up. Then it happened. The day that each found what they believed to be their purpose. To be their fulfilling desire in life.
As they were wandering what they claimed in their mind to be their territory, they happened upon two full grown Soquili near the edge of a pond. A mare and a stallion it seemed. The two were interested in them. Just a mild interest, but enough to make them come closer, down wind, to watch them a bit longer. They wondered what they would possibly be doing resting in a place like this. It was Walker territory after all! Their territory! Though this thought raced through each mind, they stayed where they were, watching.
As they watched, they found the two doing something rather odd. They seemed like they were... nuzzling each other. It was a strange thing to be sure! Though it had slowly clicked into their heads that the two must have been a mating pair. Something that they had seen before in passing, but they always ran when they caught wind of the twins scent. These two were at a disadvantage though. The twins had learned early that it was important to be downwind of anything they wanted to consider prey.
As time wore on, the two came closer to the mating pair. Intrigue and disgust seemed to swell inside each until they snapped. The twins went after the pair, swift and deft on their paws. Using their advantage as two, cutting off the path of escape. Sister striking first at the mare, digging her teeth deep into her leg. She stared down the stallion, daring him to strike. And when he didn't move, Brother stepped in and whispered to the stallion one simple word, "run..."
The stallion did as he was told and Sister went after him full force while Brother stayed behind with the incapacitated mare. He looked at her. Studied her face. Then decided that he liked her. Thinking that this mare was rather beautiful, he laid down next to her, rubbing against her soft coat. A small while later, his sister returned with an idea. She shared it with her brother. And, though not the most willing, he agreed. He would have what he wanted for a time, and then his sister would take a piece of it to flaunt.
After a time passed, it was the sister's turn to have what she wanted. The brother was still reluctant, but gave a piece to his sister anyway, since he did have another mare by then to covet. The sister returned to the stallion with his lost loves leg in her maw. A blood stained smile across it. The stallion broke down and sobbed. He cried so many tears the sister was sure he would dry up. This thought made her smile widen. Made her happier. Made the feeling of digging out his throat all the more sweet.
The twins had found what they wanted. Each had found what they were missing. And Soquili would be a more terrible place for it...
「 Future Plot Ideas 」
xxxxx ［•］ The twins finally... feel... their relationship out. They figure out the strange coexistence that they seem to share. One needing the other.
xxxxx ［•］ They are each hunting the same, though each for different reasons. Neither wants to give her up, so they must learn to share until the mare meets her end.
xxxxx ［•］ Though a VERY rare in occurrence once the twins are grown, this has them working together to bring down a much larger enemy. Another Walker that has invaded their territories...
xxxxx ［•］ This is the first time he has met a mare he felt needed to live with him. Needed to be with him every moment. The mare just has to hope that this takes a while to wear off...
xxxxx ［•］ Coming across a female Walker isn't usually what he would consider to be a delightful experience... But this one seems... Different. This one seems too beautiful for words.
xxxxx ［•］ It's strange to have a mare come onto him instead. And he really doesn't much appreciate it! This mare isn't the pure thing he wants.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:29 pm
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「 Name 」
xxxxx Tamamo
xxxxx Origin: Japanese Legend; たまも
xxxxx Nickname: Tama
「 Birthday 」
xxxxx July 5th, 2015
「 Breed 」
xxxxx Mutant Fox Purewalker
「 Images 」
xxxxx WIPs: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
xxxxx Uncerts: Adult | Only Necklace | Feral | Naked | Naked Feral | Unpelted | Naked Unpelted | Pregnant | Naked Pregnants
xxxxx Certs: Adult | Feral | Naked | Naked Feral | Pregnant
「 Herd 」
xxxxx None
「 Obtained By 」
xxxxx Mindsend June 2015 Bribes
「 Colorist 」
xxxxx Mindsend
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「 Temper 」
xxxxx Insidious
xxxxx Meaning: operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way but actually with grave effect
「 Personality 」
xxxxx Tamamo is just as much a smooth talker as her brother, but uses it as an end to her own means. Unlike her brother, she enjoys the more deep torture of the psychological kind. Seeing this as the only way to really get another Soquili to cave under pressure. This doesn’t mean that she won’t resort to physical torture, she simply only does that after she already breaks their entire being. When she does this, she does it simply by taking the thing that the Soquili deems as their most important thing in their life. This isn’t limited to simple objects either. She will take away loved ones if she thinks it will hurt them more. In order to decide on if she sees a Soquili as worthy of her, she will watch them extensively in their everyday lives. Doing this helps her determine if the Soquili is worth breaking or if they even have something that would be fun for her to take away from them. This part of her ritual, if you will, can take from weeks to months. It all depends on how much she thinks that it would be worth it.
When she finally does decide that someone is worth her time, it takes her a night to get ready to pursue them. On the next night, at the break of twilight, she heads to their home with a simple plea to get herself to be allowed where they sleep. A plea for a simple place to stay for the night, usually it comes with a sob story about how her family had left her behind. Or even that she had been ousted from her herd for her simply having paws, with it not being her fault she had been born that way. The first story of her family leaving her behind was usually the one that others were more likely to believe and the simplest to actually piece together in a way that is believable. No matter what the story though, once she gains her entry into their home, the true fun begins. Staying up long into the night with her kind host, accepting offers of food and drink. Talking and enjoying the stories of her host and even coming up with her own. All while this is going on, she is simply watching and biding her time. Looking for where they keep away their important object and the best way to whisk it away from their home. More times than not, it does turn out to be another Soquili, either a child or a mate. It doesn’t bother her to take either of those either. Her advantage is that she knows who they are or what the object looks like from her scouting of the Soquili. A way for her to completely confirm the item, is to simply ask questions about themselves or the things around them. These questions can be very roundabout, or they can be surprisingly straight forward. If she can’t find what she is looking for in the end, she will simply leave before the light of the morning. That way she can continue what she does simply enough. Usually she leaves a note or message of some kind behind saying that she didn’t want to wake up her kind host and thought it best to simply be on her way. Liking to make sure that they never know they entertained a Skinwalker for the night. The same is true if she can actually find the thing that they hold most dear. In the sense that she will leave with their precious thing before they awaken, leaving behind a note telling them of what she has done and thanking them for their hospitality. This sign is much more important to her. When it is another Soquili that she has taken, her signs will vary. It could be something as simple as a lock of hair from their mane or tail, or an accessory that the loved one wears. Or is can be something as gruesome as their ear or even half a leg. She isn’t shy when it comes to leaving things like that behind for their loved one to find. Seeing that the worse the item left behind, the better the reaction. Really it all depends on how her host has acted the night before. If she gets the sense that it would be more fun to draw out the torture, she will leave a simple thing. If she thinks that they will cave easily enough, she will leave half a leg. Sometimes she will even just kill their loved one outright. Leaving behind the one piece as her calling card, then coming back and slowly placing the rest at their home. This also means that she will continue to watch her prey. If they move, she will know. If they move on and decide to try and love again, she will know. And she will make sure that her prey knows too.
In the end, she will kill them. This end will not come swiftly, but it will come eventually. She has only left a few alive that she can remember. And it was because they had gone past the point of no return. Had gone so far into not caring and not feeling that it would not even be worth her time to put them out of their misery. These few she does still keep tabs on. Checking up on them, but she would not bother going after them again. Even if she sees these ones getting well. She knows it will sit in their hearts and minds forever, so there would be no point in doing it again. Others, however, she will come back to do it all again. If she feels like someone is moving on too quickly, she will take out whatever new thing has caught their attention. She will kill them outright. Leaving them for her prey to find. If they do not seem broken up about it, the fun is over. She will kill them that very same night, dragging them away to be with their loved one. If they do seem to be broken all over again, she may just keep them alive a little bit longer. Just to see what they might do next. It’s all an elaborate experiment for her. So she does anything she pleases.
Though unusual for Walkers, the twins have felt a strange connection to each other their entire lives. This connection has led them to believe that if one of them died, or was injured, the other would suffer the same fate. It is their belief in this that has led to their rather strange coexistence between them. This should never be mistaken for a form of love, or even for a faint liking of the other. This is simply them needed to guard themselves. Stemming from their own selfish need to continue on living in the world. This also means that they do watch out for each other. If the other senses any kind of danger, they will warn the other as soon as they can. They couldn’t afford if the weaker of them ended up being taken out, thus, taking them out with them. This has led them to share a cave space with each other. The cave being a rather long and large tunnel that the twins found and decided to make their own. Tamamo takes the West entrance and Kitsunebi takes the East entrance. In the middle of the two is where they leave each other “offerings.” They can be something as simple as pelts, or as complex as a new perfume that they have cooked up. Sometimes they will even leave their sibling a bit of prey they think might entertain them. Though that takes a bit more time to exchange. This is the only tunnel that connects the two entrances. Off from each side the twins have other tunnels leading into rooms that they sleep in or keep their stores in. They each even have a room to keep live prey.
- Use natural perfumes that each make on their own to mask their smell to any potential prey they would be tricking. They often bathe in it to help mask the scent for longer periods of time.
- Hides most of their pelts in a cloaked hood draped over them. So as to make themselves come off as a simple pawed mutant.
- Their territories butt together and their cave systems actually connect in a small area.
「 Likes 」
xxxxx Trinkets, Bones
「 Dislikes 」
xxxxx Being Found Out
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「 Drop Off Posts 」
xxxxx Adult | Pregnant | Pregnant 2
「 Original Stats Post 」
xxxxx xXx
「 Original Stats 」
xxxxx Strength: 8%
xxxxx Courage: 8%
xxxxx Speed: 5%
xxxxx Intelligence: 8%
xxxxx Luck: 4%
xxxxx Stamina: 9%
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:30 pm
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「 History 」
xxxxx As foals they only knew one purpose, kill to eat. They needed sustenance and it was the only way they knew how to get it. Though they often squabbled and had little brawls about the tiny game they caught, rabbits and the like, they never really felt like the killing called to them. They never felt alive while they took another. It was something that actually bothered the twins for a long time, though they never really understood why it felt so empty. Why it bothered them so just to kill something and eat it up. Then it happened. The day that each found what they believed to be their purpose. To be their fulfilling desire in life.
As they were wandering what they claimed in their mind to be their territory, they happened upon two full grown Soquili near the edge of a pond. A mare and a stallion it seemed. The two were interested in them. Just a mild interest, but enough to make them come closer, down wind, to watch them a bit longer. They wondered what they would possibly be doing resting in a place like this. It was Walker territory after all! Their territory! Though this thought raced through each mind, they stayed where they were, watching.
As they watched, they found the two doing something rather odd. They seemed like they were... nuzzling each other. It was a strange thing to be sure! Though it had slowly clicked into their heads that the two must have been a mating pair. Something that they had seen before in passing, but they always ran when they caught wind of the twins scent. These two were at a disadvantage though. The twins had learned early that it was important to be downwind of anything they wanted to consider prey.
As time wore on, the two came closer to the mating pair. Intrigue and disgust seemed to swell inside each until they snapped. The twins went after the pair, swift and deft on their paws. Using their advantage as two, cutting off the path of escape. Sister striking first at the mare, digging her teeth deep into her leg. She stared down the stallion, daring him to strike. And when he didn't move, Brother stepped in and whispered to the stallion one simple word, "run..."
The stallion did as he was told and Sister went after him full force while Brother stayed behind with the incapacitated mare. He looked at her. Studied her face. Then decided that he liked her. Thinking that this mare was rather beautiful, he laid down next to her, rubbing against her soft coat. A small while later, his sister returned with an idea. She shared it with her brother. And, though not the most willing, he agreed. He would have what he wanted for a time, and then his sister would take a piece of it to flaunt.
After a time passed, it was the sister's turn to have what she wanted. The brother was still reluctant, but gave a piece to his sister anyway, since he did have another mare by then to covet. The sister returned to the stallion with his lost loves leg in her maw. A blood stained smile across it. The stallion broke down and sobbed. He cried so many tears the sister was sure he would dry up. This thought made her smile widen. Made her happier. Made the feeling of digging out his throat all the more sweet.
The twins had found what they wanted. Each had found what they were missing. And Soquili would be a more terrible place for it...
「 Future Plot Ideas 」
xxxxx ［•］ The twins finally... feel... their relationship out. They figure out the strange coexistence that they seem to share. One needing the other.
xxxxx ［•］ They are each hunting the same, though each for different reasons. Neither wants to give her up, so they must learn to share until the mare meets her end.
xxxxx ［•］ Though a VERY rare in occurrence once the twins are grown, this has them working together to bring down a much larger enemy. Another Walker that has invaded their territories...
xxxxx ［•］ This is the first time she has decided to take an object instead of an actual Soquili. So this makes a rather... Interesting wait for her.
xxxxx ［•］ Deciding that this victim is the one who will crack the most. The one who is going to give her the most thrill. She takes apart their love small piece by small piece...
xxxxx ［•］ This is the first time she has found a victim to be interesting for more than their prized possession. Finding the victim themselves to be the thrill.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:33 pm
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「 Name 」
xxxxx Morgan
xxxxx Origin: Means "Bright Sea" in Welsh
xxxxx Nickname: Morg
「 Birthday 」
xxxxx July 2nd, 2015
「 Breed 」
xxxxx Mer
「 Images 」
xxxxx Uncerts: Adult | Items 1 | Items 2 | Items 3
xxxxx Certs: Adult | Items 1 | Items 2
「 Herd 」
xxxxx None
「 Obtained By 」
xxxxx Celebration of Love Parade
「 Colorist 」
xxxxx Mindsend
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「 Temper 」
xxxxx Ever-Changing
xxxxx Meaning: marked by continuous change or effective action
「 Personality 」
xxxxx Morgan has a personality that is the very definition of ever-changing, just like the Oceans that she calls home. Always wrapped up in whatever emotions and thoughts happen to be floating around in her head at the time. Though she is seemingly far out of touch with the reality of what is going on around her, she is actually pretty grounded in what is going on around her. Anyone who meets her thinks that she tends to be a dreamer, and that is certainly true of her. Staying grounded is an amazing feat for someone like herself to be sure, but she does it so that she can understand anything and everything that is going on in the world around her. She likes to keep in touch with those who might live around her especially. These are the ones that she thinks are most important, even if they don’t think the same way about her. Though her emotions are all over the scale, she never falters when she makes up her mind about something. But her likes and dislikes tend to change with the tides themselves. This may seem like a silly thing to do to be so sure of something, but at the same time, change what you like in the blink of an eye. It’s simply something that is in the nature of her heart. Not something that she can change.
When Morgan is around someone for long enough and gets to know them, she can be seen for who she really is in her soul. With a constant presence, she tends to go through less mood swings and becomes a lot more stable in what she likes and what she is doing. She enjoys the stability that come from being around others, but will often become clingy when she gets used to someone. She doesn’t do it on purpose, but the attachment she feels comes from the stability of their own emotions and help to even out her own. Being around the same others for long periods of time help to keep her wild thoughts and emotions in check and balance out the world around her. This stability actually makes her more capable of holding her own against things and being herself for longer periods of time. She tends to be more interesting to others in that way for sure.
Morgan doesn’t really have an angry streak. Her temper can not be called something as such for the simple fact that what sets her off can change drastically from one day to the next. This doesn’t mean that she can’t be upset or angry, you just don’t know what will make her upset from one day to the next. One consistent thing that will make her mad no matter who says it, is to suggest that she never knows what she is doing. In her mind, there is always a plan, always something that can be accomplished. When it happens, there is really not much she can do about it. She can not calm herself once she gets into this state of mind though.
All of the pieces of her personality come together to form her more formidable personality. Being able to empathize with the emotions of those around her helps her to form rather strong bonds with others. Though these bonds themselves can create a problem. With any really strong emotions that might be lingering around, she will pick up on them easily and amplify them within herself. These situations often create even worse situations around her. This also means that those who know her need to be careful of how they act. For themselves and for her as well.
「 Likes 」
xxxxx Playing in Seaweed, Talking to Others
「 Dislikes 」
xxxxx Being Alone
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「 Drop Off Posts 」
xxxxx Adult | Items
「 Original Stats Post 」
xxxxx xXx
「 Original Stats 」
xxxxx Strength: 9%
xxxxx Courage: 8%
xxxxx Speed: 11%
xxxxx Intelligence: 11%
xxxxx Luck: 11%
xxxxx Stamina: 11%
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:34 pm
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「 History 」
xxxxx Morgan had a pleasant and happy life growing up. She was dearly loved by her parents, a bit spoiled perhaps. Since she was much smaller than most, her parents had a tendency to be overprotective, shielding her from anything they deemed to be dangerous. And this was not limited to just natural occurrences either. This often included the rather unsavory characters that came through their small town. Though these characters were not the best, they would never do anything to hurt the inhabitants of the small town. The pirates loved the small town and the Soquili who inhabited it. The town would trade with the pirates and, in turn, in times of great need, the pirates would protect the town. This by no means meant that others who didn't live in the town had no idea the pirates were there, however. There were plenty of groups who knew of them, but never wanted to go up against the full force of the pirates.
Until one small group decided that the pirates were something that would stand in their way. Something to be eliminated. This was a strange thought for anyone to have considering that the pirates had never attacked anyone, or at least never maimed and killed anyone in the process of their plundering. The pirates were simply not like that. This group, even though small, enjoyed leaving terror in it's wake. Though this group was not well known enough for the pirates to be worried about them. Or even to have heard of them. This was a bad thing indeed for the town however. When one crisp day, the group finally decided that it was time to attack the town and take down the pirates.
The attack was sudden and fierce. Half the town had either scattered or been killed by the time the pirates had heard of the attack and went to help the small town. This sadly included Morgan's parents. She had been hidden away from the invaders as her parents fought to keep her safe. When it was all over, Morgan cried and cried. The only things she had known and loved in her life where taken from her. Gone before her eyes. As she let her sorrow out, one of the pirates heard her cries. They were amazed to see such a little one had made it unscathed. Even luckier for her, it was one of the Captain's right hand men. As such, she was taken in by a new family, though she was never the same after that day.
Because of her past and the trust in the pirates that had let her family down, she never really and truly got close to anyone else. Though she did learn to love and respect the pirate who took her in, she never felt the same love as she did for her parents. This changed one day though, when a rather suave male had settled down in the town her and the pirates were staying in. It was a fast paced romance that left her head over heels. Sadly for her though, it left just as quickly as it started. The male had stolen her most precious item, something left from her parents. This left her heartbroken. Battered and bruised, never able to trust another again. Though the pirates who took care of her swore that they would have their revenge on him. That they would find her and get her precious thing back.
This vow is the only thing keeping her going. Her small pirate family being the only thing that she can trust to take care of her.
「 Future Plot Ideas 」
xxxxx ［•］ Friends! Friends are very important to her. It would be more fun if she could become part of a herd instead of just meeting one, but one will do since she's rather shy.
xxxxx ［•］ Finding someone to love and be a part of is very important to her. She will want to share everything she is with them. Show them everything that life means to her.
xxxxx ［•］ She has been pulled into an adventure with a rather rowdy and loud Soquili. Though unexpected, she decides that she has no choice but to go along with it. This can be as crazy or as simple as the other wants!
xxxxx ［•］ Babies. She would LOVE to have some babies! It would make her life complete to have a little one to nurture and take care of no matter what the situation. She knows she would be the most loving mother in the world!
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 7:40 pm
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