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Post by strawberrycupid on May 11, 2021 22:32:06 GMT -5
C'mon! Let's all Miku Miku! [PTabbedContent]
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Hello, I'm Berry. I've been on and off again with Classic since 2010. I was *Bakuraluvr4evr* back then, and never changed it. On here, I've bounced between Bananice, Unknownhearts and Strawberrycupid. I led Winterclan with Asterstar back then as well as Primal Instinct more recently with my love Funk E'tan. I was MC/MCA for several clans such as Dark Forest with Echotremor, Ashclan with Ornamentedamaryllis, Winterclan with Tearjester and Absum Lux with Pascal.
I enjoy all sorts of rps, though I admittedly lean towards more comical ones. I love darker and toxic relationships as well. Feel free to hit me up to plot anytime.
I also currently run the Classic Gaming server. I've been playing games since I was 5 and I can and will info dump on them when possible. I particularly enjoy visual novels, rpgs, and platformers. My main fandoms are Genshin Impact, Phoenix Wright, Pokemon, Kirby, and Zero Escape. I've recently gotten into D&D and have been enjoying it a lot. I also crochet... occasionally. I'm still learning. I feel like I don't watch enough anime to consider myself an anime fan, but I enjoy magical girl, slice of life, idol and the occasional shonen anime. I've been in my vocaloid phase for at least 10 years and it's not stopping. So let me give you a few reccs. I also love all things pink, space or strawberry related. Gotta stick with the brand after all.
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Berry . 27 . She/They . idk but not straight . A Cutie Shoulder Devil
It's been a long time since anyone has seen his face. Most of the cats that populate the League wouldn't know of him, and those that do would most likely not recognize him. He grew into those large limbs he had, though his once patchy black and white fur has revealed gorgeous black rosettes on a charcoal pelt. Like pencil scratchings on a paper. He's extremely striking, and deeply reminiscent of times gone. His light green eyes are the nail in the proverbial coffin. Not that he hides his heritage. One of the firstborn sons of Funk E'tan, his memories of the once nemesis are hazy. Maybe the lineage made him a bit snobby, not as appreciative of what he had. He became a wanderer, like his father. Coming and going whenever he felt like it, though it's his first time coming back since the League has moved back to the mansion. He's learned a lot, but it's mostly boiled down to it being better to mind his own business. He doesn't talk much, stoic and intimidating. Still mostly observing those around him. He once had a strong sense of family and unity, but now that they're all gone, that part of Pesmerga has extinguished as well.
➤ Parents: Funk E'tan and Ito ➤ Siblings: Riamu, Nagi, Hayate, Einheria, Mephilia, Isa and Mina ➤ Kits: none ➤ Family Tree Relation: Funk family ➤ Clan Specific Thing: ➤ Adoption Thread: none ➤ Picture Link: link
➤ Defining Traits: embodying every electra heart song at once but only the girl boss moments, Superbia ➤ Likes: herself. making other people squirm, doing nothing ➤ Dislikes: everyone else, chores, anything staining her fur ➤ Nervous Quirks: hunched shoulders ➤ Inspiration: Bia from Birth Me Code
When Lovelyfury was born, she was the picture of perfection. Long flowing fur of a dilute calico, though it was more orange and white than grey. Like she was kissed by the sun. And her eyes were a sharp amber like the stone. Appearances made it easy to decide on her name. And then she learned how to speak. There's barely a cat in Dayclan who can stand her presence. She's constantly mean and demeaning, boasting herself to be better than everyone. Insufferable to a fault and she can't even see it. Any attempts to challenge her pride is met with rage and threats. Lovelyfury's temper is hot and always burning, barely needing a reason to get worked up. For such a pretty and seemingly dainty she-cat, she's rather brutal. She doesn't mind getting her paws dirty and doing whatever she feels is right to get what she wants. Anyone that tries to get close to her, or dig up the real reason for her temperament, is quickly burnt out by her antics. If you don't have the braincells to leave, it's really your fault if she ends up using you. Her viciousness would fit in better anywhere else than Dayclan. You'd think a cat as love in herself and popularity like Lovelyfury would be trying to climb the ranks as fast as possible. But the calico doesn't care to conform to a system like that. In her eyes, she's already an Imperial, so why bother trying to change the lesser people's minds. Lovelyfury is her own biatch and she does what she pleases.
➤ Defining Traits: gullible, socially awkward, indifferent, takes everything literally, especially jokes, blunt, resilient, depressed as well but very obvious about it ➤ Likes: staying out of the spotlight, fairytales, ➤ Dislikes: eyes staring at her, debates, her big ears ➤ Nervous Quirks: pulling at her fur ➤ Inspiration: idk
The desert is known for going moons, only having two rainy seasons a year. Yet the plants and the animals that call it home have adapted to it, suddenly only able to thrive if kept in this wasteland or in conditions similar. A remarkable showing of strength and resilience, Aridcolors would not call herself similar to her namesake at all. Despite the fact that she is still standing. Rather tall, admittedly. She's a gangly brown tabby she-cat, with ears that seem too big for her head. Her coat is short and a bit too light colored for Nightclan standards, but it's made up for with darker tabby stripes like grass shadows. Her eyes are a similar light brown color, like dead weeds on the side of the road. Quite like Arid herself. Like a weed, she keeps coming back, even if no one in particular wants her around. She's soft spoken, mostly keeping to herself since she doesn't really know how to get along with others. It doesn't help that her personality is that of wet cardboard. There's little there; few interests, desires, goals, even things she hates. Arid appears to be indifferent to everything around her, even to the rapid changes to Nightclan that have happened. She's go with the flow, but to her own detriment. The kind of cat that will follow someone just because they were told to. Consistently playing the straight man in any group, she tends to take things too literally. Sometimes she pipes up with something, a bit more spicy or forceful than usual, that threatens to show something under the surface. But those roots are buried deep underground, only a steady hand could consider unearthing them.
➤ Parents: unknown ➤ Siblings: unknown ➤ Kits: none ➤ Family Tree Relation: none ➤ Clan Specific Thing: Class is Inferior ➤ Adoption Thread: none ➤ Picture Link: link
She takes the natural role of team leader and organizer, making deals and ensuring they’re kept while also spreading the word of the Wraith. At least, she did before she got too controlling, too rash. Now, she’s bitter, uptight, and angry. Though cruel, she’s still loud and bubbly, naturally convincing and charming if her temper isn’t too short (which it quite often tends to be). Her blatant disregard for everyone around her is obvious, but it’s the similar view of herself that she doesn’t make well known, covering it up with overconfidence and scathing remarks, though the way she puts herself into reckless situations speaks a great deal on the subject. Immediately, she comes off as almost warm, but her smile is off, her eyes are cold, her attitude is flippant. She holds grudges for an incredible amount of time. She is skilled at navigating the world around her, at fitting into roles, at survival — she grieves the cruelty in private — and she takes a quiet glee in kicking those who are down because it makes her feel better, just a little, just for a while. Her authoritarian nature and recklessness was a splinter in the old group she worked, lived, with. She struggles to take anyone else into account.
➤ Defining Traits: resting b*tch face, gentle and sensitive, hates violence, doesn't realize her own strength, clumsy, maybe can't see well ➤ Likes: building pebble towers, playing with kits, the beach ➤ Dislikes: when kits are afraid of her, everything looking blurry, accidentally crushing flowers ➤ Nervous Quirks: teary eyes ➤ Inspiration: n/a
Due to her grand size and thick coat to match, many often find her intimidating, and it doesn't help that she has an intense resting face, always set in a glare of some kind. But she's actually quite gentle and sensitive, the intuitive type. Bashful, it doesn't take much to get on her good side and she is infinitely forgiving. She loves playing around, but sometimes she forgets her size and strength and often gets too rough, but she always makes sure to apologize profusely. Building tiny pebble towers and knocking them over is her favourite hobby. She's extremely clumsy and often bumps into everything and everyone. It might be due to bad eyesight.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 12, 2021 13:25:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","biobox"] [attr="class","bulktext"]What's the worth of a duplicate? Can it ever truly compete with the original? How her mother, Cherrypaw, did it, Divineduplicate had no idea. But her and her siblings are carbon copies of their parents, not a hair out of place despite all the odds. She's a copy of her father, Handsomeking, fluffy and pale white. Smokey grey markings etched carefully into her skin, and pale green glass eyes placed into the socket and shined to match. As if they were mass produced. It didn't help Divineduplicate's crippling sense of self that her father was one of the favorite grandchildren. Rarely able to get anyone mad thanks to his unwavering good nature, it only made her fall further into his shadow. It made her insides burn, as she grew into long legs she couldn't manage to control right away or the way her coat constantly shed even outside of summer. Or as her mind wasn't able to keep track of the things around her, bouncing from thing to thing like a bouncy ball in a gymnasium. Even if it could be explained away by her being young, things persisted. And unable to stand the thought of being ridiculed, she went in the complete opposite direction. Burying her feelings on inferiority in constant superiority, she developed a sort of god complex. Suddenly not allowing herself to believe the inferior "lies", she aggressively proclaims her greatness. Even if it's obvious where she fails, she refuses to allow herself to fall to mediocrity. Jokes about dating a god, though it's more believable than her dating a mortal as her abrasiveness tends to push everyone away. Though like her parents, she doesn't care for the politics and traditions of the clan. And while she hates to admit it, she enjoys helping others. But it's just another comparison to her father and the 4 others in her assembly line. The sun shines brightest on those that stand out, and Divine refuses to let herself sit in the shadows.
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▶ Parents: Deceased, considers Shatteredreign (lavellan) a parental figure ▶ Siblings: Blood ones deceased, Bluelagoon, Seacrown, Delightfulway and Lifejewel ▶ Kits: none ▶ Blood: unknown ▶ Family Tree Relation: none
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[attr="class","biobox"] [attr="class","bulktext"]An orange and white tom with dark amber eyes. What was it that made Shatteredreign pick up such an unassuming kit off the side of the street? Maybe it was the way his ribs jutted out past his short coat? Or they at least tried to, instead they appeared almost rusted over by the blood of his now dead birth siblings. Or the cardboard box that made even retrieving him hard? They say the things you work for the hardest are the most valuable. Wishmaker isn't quite sure about that. He was cleaned up, dressed up to put that smile on his face and show nothing else. The circumstances of his finding became more of an open secret, not talked about but the way Wishmaker would lick his lips when he became nervous would become oddly chilling. Like he was hiding a million things behind those amber eyes. That was the main thing he learned from Shatteredreign, how to hide everything even if he had nothing to hide. A smile is plastered across his face at all times, a greeting or a light hearted jab like bird chirps on his tongue. Like they came to him naturally. But so did his vices. Those days in that cardboard box haunt him, it makes him pull all the moss in the beds to his side. To bury himself in it, in anything. Material goods or attention. It didn't matter, even if it did nothing to fill that empty spot in his heart. And when backed into a corner, he lies. Really, Wishmaker needs no reason to lie. He just does. Constantly, like a tick he can't stop himself from even if he tried. In a sense, he really is a Wishmaker, able to convince you he is exactly what you were looking for. Though he is nothing of the sort, and unless you can fulfill his seemingly neverending desires, he'll certainly never be. Until he'll surely insist he is, even if you both know he's lying.
▶ Parents: Unknown ▶ Siblings: Ratsneer (faeish, half brother from father's side) ▶ Kits: none ▶ Blood: 100% Unknown ▶ Family Tree Relation: none
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[attr="class","biobox"] [attr="class","bulktext"]A pitch black tom with yellow eyes. His canines stick out past his upper jaw, giving him a unique look. His father disappeared under mysterious circumstances and no one really knows who his mother is. The only family he seems to have is his older half-brother Ratsneer. It's the perfect kind of sob story to pull at the elders and upper class heart strings. And he quickly learned how to play them like a fiddle. Now a favorite, he always sits neatly and politely and has an air of nonaging adorableness. Curious yet knows his limits, everyone views him as the angel of the clan, and he plays into it well. Though it does earn him his fair share of enemies, it hardly matters to him as long as they're not above him on the social ladder. He knows how to get what he wants, and he'll use every trick in his book to get it. A total suck up, he's also sort of a rule mongerer and tends to be the stick in the mud of any group he's in. The only cat that can get him to unwind and make a bit of mischief is Ratsneer. A small gentleman, he'll write you the most beautiful poem and still loudly humble himself afterwards.
