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Post by lost on Mar 27, 2020 2:23:29 GMT
.•° ✿ °•. L O S T _____ . ° ✿ ° . _____
N O R T H E R N S E A
M A C / Alphess / Spirit Communication & Prophetic DreamsH A W T H O R N E / Pup / Average Wolf J E T T / Warrior / Average Wolf_____ . ° ✿ ° . _____
S L E E P I N G A S H E SP R I M / Warrior / Average Wolf
F E R N / Trainee / TBA
C O R I A N D E R / Trainee / TBA_____ . ° ✿ ° . _____
T W I S T E D B O N E SP O E / Trainee / Communicates with BirdsM O R G A N A / Warrior / Average Wolf _____ . ° ✿ ° . _____
S U N D A N C E M E A D O WH O N E Y / Huntsman / Average Wolf
A T K A / Recruit / Average Wolf
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L O N E R S
A R S I N O E / Trainee / Grow and Manipulate Plants (Especially Poisons)A M A R A N T H / Adult / Spirit Communication & Prophetic DreamsG R A V E S / Adult / Average Wolf
B O N E S / Adult / Ability to Control and Manipulate Ice
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TO BE CREATED
C I N D E R / Pup / Ability to Control and Manipulate Fire
S N O W / Pup / Ability to Control and Manipulate Snow
J U N I P E R / Trainee / TBA
R O S E W O O D / Trainee / TBA
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Mar 27, 2020 22:38:51 GMT
Post by lost on Mar 27, 2020 22:38:51 GMT
M A C
— alphess of northern sea —
don't be fooled by the slenderness of her frame — lean muscles ripple beneath her soft coat, able to be seen in her graceful movements. her fur is a rustic red, soft and tinted with pale browns. all four paws are white, and her eyes are mischievous-glinting gold. first impressions might leave one thinking that mac is all beauty, but she didn't rise through the ranks at a young age to become alphess just because of her looks. if you look more closely, you'll see that her pelt is littered with scars, though hidden by the soft, thick fur. throughout mac's puphood and apprenticeship, she raised hell like none other. even now, as leader, her responsibilities haven't stopped her from being the wild soul that she is. she has the biggest heart, her compassion not knowing an end. despite many thinking that she was too young to take on the role of an alpha, she has proved time and time again that she was meant to lead her pack. she is often playful, sarcastic, and way too smart for her own good. her energy is boundless and her love ever growing. mac was born in northern sea; her father was the previous alpha, a brute named mourn. though he was not as energetic or selfless as his daughter, he was just as compassionate. he saw who mac was beneath her playful bite, and raised her as his only pup. mac was devastated when her father sacrificed himself to save a mother and her pups, but she honors him every day. mac's bloodline is one that goes back moons upon moons to the legends of the old forest, not that she knows that. many of the names from that time have been lost through the stories. her red fur and golden eyes have been passed down for generations, as well as her ability to see and speak with the dead when they appear; it's something she has always known. wolves outside of northern sea believe that mac is too young and naive to lead a pack, that she hasn't known the devastation it takes to understand what could happen beneath her reign. one loss haunts mac terribly, however; when she was an apprentice, she led her brother to his untimely death, though neither of them knew it. when mac is alone, anxiety plagues her like a flame, burning her fur and seeping into her veins. she is afraid that she will lead her pack to the same fate, falling beneath the claws of a bear like her brother, or to another pack. on the outside, she seems all rainbows and smiles, but within, in the middle of the night, a turbulent sea batters back and forth in her mind and causes her to lose sleep.
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Mar 27, 2020 22:41:12 GMT
Post by lost on Mar 27, 2020 22:41:12 GMT
P O E
— trianee of twisted bones —
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before". Poe came into the world snarling and snapping, and she hasn't stopped since. Born the runt and only girl of the litter, Poe has always felt the need to make others look past her small size and see the terrifying force that she actually is. Poe is a small, lean femme with a coat of jet black — so black that in the light in glints blue. Her eyes are a startling blue, clear and cold like the inside of a glacier. She has a single white paw and long fangs that rest below her bottom lip. She is a storm, a wildfire, a hurricane. A fiery personality and a bite to match. Because she always tends to try and seem tough in first impressions, she always attacks first and asks questions later, though that's not unnatural for her pack. She relishes in her darker side, stomping out whatever compassion may stir up in her cold heart. She likes to collect the heads of birds — their skulls, specifically. She is intrigued by their beaks and their shape. Not only does she like to collect them, she can speak to birds as well. At first she only listened, thinking that perhaps she was crazy, but as she grew older she came to find that they could understand her as well. Poe is usually alone, though she does not necessarily like it being that way. She spends so much time trying to make others see her in a certain light that she pushes them away when they try to get to know the real her. That's not to say that she is not a dark, brooding, and feisty little thing — she was born with the blood boiling in her veins and an unbridled anger that came from nothing. However she's not always that way. She's not always frustrated, cynical, or dark. Sometimes... Sometimes she smiles. Sometimes she likes the feel of the sun on her fur. But to the rest of the world, she will always live in darkness.
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Mar 27, 2020 22:42:47 GMT
Post by lost on Mar 27, 2020 22:42:47 GMT
A T K A
— recruit of sundance meadow —
Atka was born with a fire in his heart that can never be dulled. It shines brightly from the deep, molten gold of his eyes and lights up whenever he walks into a den. Atka is a lean brute with a thick coat of gray fur. It runs darker along his back and lighter at the edges. His chest, stomach, and legs are white. Atka is adventurous and rebellious, the wolf you want to find yourself around if you're looking for trouble to get into. He bends the rules and finds ways to get around them, somehow managing to keep himself from getting punished. While he is a bit foolish at times, Atka does everything with passion and meaning. He wants to live life to the fullest, because he knows better than anyone that it can be ripped away in an instant. While he does not technically have Sundance Meadow blood running in his veins, he was born within their camp to a loner who had begged for shelter and help. After giving birth to Atka and his siblings, his mother left them with the pack, hoping they would have a better life. As a pup, Atka led his siblings into the trouble that got his blood pumping all the time. His sister, Willa, happened to be an accidental victim to one of their adventures. She was swept into an overflowing river, sucked beneath the current. Atka had tried to rescue her, nearly drowning himself. Unfortunately she was swallowed by the river and never seen again. Atka's brother, Kono, has hardly spoken to him since that fateful day. Atka mourns his sister and knows that losing her was his own fault, but he does not let it stop him from living the life that he knows he is meant to lead. He lives every day to the fullest and tries hard to not look back on the past, always avoiding the deep hatred he can always feel burning from his brother's stare. Still, the wild unknown continues to call to him, and Atka will always answer it.
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family ( kono (brother); arsinoe (sister) )
mentor ( ravi ) — trainees ( none )
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Post by lost on Mar 28, 2020 3:31:59 GMT
A R S I N O E
— loner of shay's posse —
All Arsinoe remembers is waking up on a river bank, soaked through her fur and coughing up water. She remembers an intense pain thrashing in her head as though her brain were trying to escape it. She knows nothing from before then. She didn't know her name, where she had come from, or what had happened to her. Had someone pushed her into the river? Had she fallen? Did she have a family? Although she knows nothing of her history, it was not a sad one up until the point of her accident. She was born in Sundance Meadows to a loner that had come to their camp for aid. When she was born, the pack had called her Willa. Her mother left Willa and her brothers with the pack, believing that it would give them a better life than the one of a loner. When Willa and her brothers, Atka and Kono, were five moons old, they left camp and went to inspect the overflowing river after a bout of storms. Unfortunately the bank was brittle and Willa slipped in and was immediately washed away, though Atka tried to save her unsuccessfully. She nearly drown, and hit her head on a boulder beneath the water. Before she lost consciousness, she was swept up onto the river bank in loner territory, and that's where her story truly begins. Now known as Arsinoe, she is a completely different wolf, as though the accident woke something inside of her. She is pretty small inside with a lithe frame, her fur hugging close to her body. Most of her fur is gray, darker around her ears, muzzle, legs, and tail. Her paws and the tip of her tail, and a small spot on her back are a lighter, pretty silver. She has bright, golden eyes, full of curiosity and wonder, though mostly for more sinister things. Upon waking, Arsinoe also found that she had a gift. She can grow plants, though her specialty is in those that are poisonous. Arsinoe was raised in the ways of an assassin by (name here). She is terribly good at what she does and she relishes at a clean kill. You wouldn't know that such a dark spirit could reside in little Arsinoe, because she when she is around those she loves she will be like a pup — she's entergetic, playful, and a light in the dark. As soon as you place her around outsiders, she's regal — stoic and watchful, her golden eyes unwavering and cold. Her two personalities battle within her, but she contains them well. She never has even an inkling of the life before her incident, though the life of a shadowy killer seems to suit her just fine.
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mate ( none ) — legacy ( none )
family ( atka, kono (brothers) )
mentor ( shay ) — trainees ( none )
ability ( grow and manipulate plants, especially poisons )
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Post by lost on Mar 28, 2020 3:48:33 GMT
H A W T H O R N E
— pup of northern sea —
“Being brave isn’t the absence of fear. Being brave is having that fear but finding a way through it anyway.” Hawthorne has always been known as the skittish one, the one that jumps at the slightest sounds, the one that would tuck his head in his mother’s side during scary stories as a pup. Somehow, this fraidy-wolf is always the one that gets sucked into adventures into the dangerous unknown. He can’t decide if it’s his own curiosity or just bad luck. He gets hurt more often than not, and has started to just get used to the pain. Hawthorne is medium in size, thick but not muscular nor fat. Wide shoulders and clumsy paws. His pelt is a rich, chocolate brown with light accents around his muzzle, stomach, and ears. His eyes are wide and curious, a deep, warm brown that tend to showcase his emotions despite his best attempts to hide them. Despite that fact that Hawthorne is a bit of a coward, he is brave and courageous where it counts. When it comes to protecting those he loves, he will fight what holds him back to conquer even his greatest fears. He tries to live up to the wolf that saved his life, as well as his siblings and his mother. Mourn. The previous alpha of Northern Sea, who died killing a bear that attacked his mother while she was pregnant. When he afraid, this is what he thinks of, and it fills him with the will to keep going, to keep fighting, no matter the outcome. The older he gets, the fears don’t leave him, but he finds ways to make himself be brave. For himself, and for his pack. Aside from his noteworthy cowardice, Hawthorne is also known for being goofy, curious, and smart beyond his years.
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mate ( none ) — legacy ( none )
family ( ariya (mother); briar (sister); rowan, hemlock (brothers) )
mentor ( tbd ) — trainees ( none )
ability ( none )
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Post by lost on Mar 28, 2020 4:44:38 GMT
P R I M
— warrior of sleeping ashes —
On the outside, Prim seems well put together and beautiful. She is tall and slender, her legs allowing her to stand above most ordinary warriors, but there doesn't seem to be much muscle hidden beneath her coat. Still, she's a force to be reckoned with when she is angry. Her pelt is a mixture of gray hues, ranging from a dark charcoal to a pale silver. Her eyes are a warm hazel, tinged with a golden light that shows others the broken heart that shaped her into who she is. Prim lived life as a loner, and in her mind it was beautiful. Her family lived in their own small "pack" — her parents, her brother and sister, and then a new litter of pups. Things could not have been more perfect. Prim was dreaming of the day where she would find her own mate and the family could grow. It was all ripped from her in a single night, a night that felt years long but could have only lasted moments. Her sister, Morgana, had always been a little off. Always seemed to have a lust for things that were dark or morbid. Still, Prim loved her dearly, as she did them all. You could not find a more beautiful soul. On this fateful night, it seemed that Morgana had succeeded in a plot that had been stirring in her mind for a long time. Prim will never understand her motives, nor does she attempt to. Her sister first killed their father, who was guarding the den. After that she killed their mother, and had killed all of the pups when Prim's brother attacked her. Awoken by their fight, Prim realized in slow motion what was happened. So she ran. She ran as far and as fast as her paws would carry her until she came to a land of rolling hills, sparse trees, and caverns that glowed like the stars in the sky. This is how Prim came to Sleeping Ashes. She is still very much the kind and compassionate wolf she always was, however now you will find that she is much more guarded and hesitant to open herself up to others. She tries hard to be strong and hold herself together, but sometimes she breaks and can't fight the tears that nearly suffocate her when they are not let out. She is more sensitive now, and hesitant to have dreams that reach further than feeding her new family. She tries hard to forget her past, but even when she is not thinking about it, as she's gotten better and better at making herself forget, she cannot escape the shadow that has taken hold and squeezes her heart.
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mate ( crush on sezia ) — legacy ( none )
family ( morgana (sister) )
mentor ( none ) — trainees ( none )
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Mar 28, 2020 20:05:39 GMT
Post by lost on Mar 28, 2020 20:05:39 GMT
H O N E Y
— warrior of sundance meadow —
Honey is just about as sweet as her name implies. She is a tall, gorgeous femme with a long, lean frame and fur that shines golden in the sunlight, ranging from a pale blonde to a brilliant gold. Her chest, stomach, and legs are white. Her fur is quite long with a waving texture, and you'll always find flowers braided into to crowns on her or around her. Her eyes are a startling pale blue, able to see what's resting deep within the soul of others. She always knows what others are feeling, what they're thinking. It's not a gift — she is just extremely empathetic and understanding of what troubles rest in the heart. Her mother always said that she was great at putting two and two together. Honey's story isn't one of grief. She was born and raised a loner, but there was always a longing in her heart that told her she was needed elsewhere. The universe practically sings to her as she is in tune with all around her. She left her mother with a sweet goodbye and began walking. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she would know that she had found what she was looking for when she arrived. She is very motherly by nature, wise beyond her years, and has an old soul that understands more than even her youthful mind can. All though she is not one to rebel and break rules, she follows what her heart tells her to be right and she does it, even when it leads her to be hurt or punished. Her voice is calming and smooth, her scent that of lavender and a gentle breeze. It's hard to waver her poetically content air, and she finds little to distress her unless it comes to the loss of something or someone that didn't deserve it and had their innocence ripped away.
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mate ( none ) — legacy ( none )
family ( none )
mentor ( none ) — trainees ( dharma )
ability ( none ) — skills ( empathy, in tune with nature )
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Mar 28, 2020 20:06:29 GMT
Post by lost on Mar 28, 2020 20:06:29 GMT
M O R G A N A
— warrior of twisted bones —
"I want you to suffer as I suffered, to know what it's like to be alone and afraid, to be disgusted with who and what you are". Morgana's beauty never quite matched her heart. There was always something cradled there... Something dark, something sinister. She is tall and lean with rippling muscles beneath her thick pelt. Her fur is a rich, chocolate brown with a light, creamy color that rings her shoulders and highlights her back. Her eyes are a dull hazel, often emotionless unless lusting for blood. There was never a reason for Morgana's darkness. She was born with it inside of her, almost as though she had been possessed in the womb. She started killing for pleasure before she had even been taught to properly hunt, mutilating small animals like rabbits and squirrels until they were nothing but a pile of fur, flesh, and crushed bones. She killed her first wolf at barely a year old — a lonely, elderly brute who had befriended her. And yet, as she killed him and watch the light fade in his eyes, she only felt power and contentedness. No remorse. She had been raised as a loner with her family that consisted of her parents, a brother and sister, and a fresh litter of newly born pups to her mother. She's not sure how long she had dreamed of the day when she would take all of their lives one by one, but she had thought about it for as long as she could remember. It was a dark, twisted fantasy. She brought it to light one night, murdering her father, her mother, and two of the puppies before her brother attacked. She killed him too, but it was enough time for her sister Prim to grab the last pup and run. Morgana didn't care that they had escaped. She didn't care whether they lived or died. She just wanted the rush, the thrill. And she had gotten it. Their bonds meant nothing to her. She then slept. In the morning, she began traveling until she stumbled upon Twisted Bones, where she found many others who were alike in her mindset. She is cold, calculating, and distant, though insanely smart and perhaps a bit morbid. Does she care for her packmates? Maybe a little. But then again, she had loved her family, too, and she still took their lives just to fulfill some morbid fantasy. Getting to know her proves to be worthwhile, for a while at least, as her mind is a jewel, but it may be reckless, too, whenever her thoughts turn dark and twisted.
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gender ( female ) — sexuality ( bisexual )
mate ( none ) — legacy ( none )
family ( prim, poppy (sisters) )
mentor ( none ) — trainees ( frost )
ability ( none ) — skills ( poisons, manipulation, murder )
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in the silence i make my home ( w/ forest, kenaiwolf )
blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine ( w/ fireflight )
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Post by lost on Mar 30, 2020 1:12:03 GMT
A M A R A N T H
— loner of the queendom —
Amaranth is a show-stopping fea, easy on the eyes but painful when she bites. She has tall, slender legs and lean muscles shape her frame. Her face, back, and socks on her paws are a chocolate brown, while the underside of her body — her chin, neck, stomach, and upper legs are all a pale cream. The fur throughout her tail and mane are a rusty-brown red. Her eyes are a deep gold, burning with a playful but dangerous fire. Amaranth has always been a little more on the wild side — leaves stuck her fur, mud on her face, thorns stuck in her tail. She has a mouth that knows no filter and a bite as bad as her bark. She’s not necessarily mean, but she isn’t great at holding back her thoughts or feelings, and if someone threatens her, they may as well tuck tail and run in the opposite direction. She is extremely out-spoken and always makes sure everyone knows her opinion... and they best follow it if they know what’s good for them. Amaranth’s past starts out a little foggy, as if she can see it in bits and pieces, but she doesn’t quite understand what is happening. In truth, Amaranth was born in Northern Sea, the younger daughter of the alpha, Mourn, and his mate, Amity. For reasons unknown to all but Amity herself, the moment that Amaranth and her sister, Mac, were born, Amity stole away with Amaranth and left the pack secretly in the middle of the night without warning, leaving both Amaranth’s father and sister behind. Amaranth doesn’t know about her missing family or the status of her blood, though she comes from a family rich in history. All she remembers from growing up is living out in the wilderness with her mother and, unbeknownst to her, adopted father. You can connect the dots. As she got older, Amaranth grew wilder still. She could never settle down or stay in one place for long — her heart and spirit would never allow it.
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family ( mac (sister) )
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Post by lost on Apr 10, 2020 2:18:17 GMT
G R A V E S
— loner of the swamps —
“Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories.” Graves will swear he wasn’t always the way he is now, cross his heart and hope to die. But things happen and unfortunately some of those things lead us down a darker path than we ever could have imagined. Graves is a wolf that is medium in stature, perhaps a bit small for a brute. His fur is a mixture of dark grays and bright whites, messy and unkempt. His eyes are a violent lavender, cold with hatred but also burning with a passionate fire heated by betrayal. Black horns creep from his head, short and curved at the ends. Graves was born and raised in Northern Sea — perhaps one of their most loyal warriors. He grew up beside his brother, Jett, and his sister, Sable, as close as siblings could be. As Graves worked his way up the ranks from a pup to a young warrior, his talents nor his heart were ignored by his alpha, Mourn. Eventually, Graves was appointed beta, the future leader of Northern Sea. He was over the moon, riding on a high. He had a beautiful mate, Freya, and he looked forward to raising a family with her. Anyone that knew him would say it, though. Graves was hot-headed and maybe a little too ambitious. He never liked the fact that Mourn was so warm toward the new packs that were finding themselves around the lake. Graves believed they needed it all to themselves. Still, he worked hard as their beta and most of the wolves would have been happy to see him become their leader one day. That was until tragedy struck Northern Sea. A bear, early from hibernation. It found its way into their camp and nearly killed one of their pregnant mothers. Mourn, the selfless alpha that he was, gave up his life to kill the bear. He needn’t have done so, however. Graves had seen the bear attack. He had watched Mourn fight with his life, and in the end, give it all up to save his pack mate — all while Graves watched from the shadows. He could have helped, but he chose to wait and see what happened. To let fate decide whether or not Mourn should continue on as alpha, or if his reign was done. Graves destiny was so close he could almost taste it. Until... until Mourn appointed his young daughter, Mac, as alphess, instead of Graves. Enraged, without a shred of despair for his leader’s death, Graves swore that he would never be loyal to Northern Sea again, and he ran, leaving behind his family and his mate. And that’s the thing about Graves... he swears this betrayal made him dark, but the truth is that it was always there. Waiting, watching, quietly stirring. But the moment he set paw out of his home, his heart froze over and his soul began to rot from the inside. Graves holds many of his old qualities — he’s stubborn, brave, perhaps a little quick to act and reckless. But he’s gained so much more as well, mostly a hatred that is slowly killing him like a disease.
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mate ( freya (former) ) — legacy ( none )
family ( jett (brother); sable (sister) )
mentor ( arbor ) — trainees ( none )
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Post by lost on Apr 10, 2020 4:09:46 GMT
J E T T
— warrior of northern sea —
Jett has always been second best, though never once has he felt anger or jealousy over it. A handsome brute, Jett stands taller than many wolves with long legs, though his body is long and lanky. He has lean muscles beneath his stark white pelt, always shining like freshly fallen snow. Two black lines cross his muzzle, and his ears and all four paws are also black. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, always said to hold his feelings, making him unable to hide how he really feels. Jett was born and raised in Northern Sea — brave, strong, and selfless, as he should be. Though he worked hard, he always found himself in the shadow of his brother, Graves. Graves was the favorite of their parents, their sister, Sable, and it seemed, the favorite of the pack. He had everything handed to him, excelled in both hunting and fighting without trying, and proved to be strong. When he was picked to be beta, and the next alpha beneath Mourn, Jett was happy for his brother; being leader was never an ambition that Jett had. There was only ever one thing that Jett found his heart wanted that Graves had, and that was his mate, Freya. Jett remembered the day that he and Graves found her, washed up on the beach. The moment she looked at him, Jett fell fast and hard, but just like all things, Graves got the girl. This may have been the event that caused a rift between the two brothers and their friendship, though Jett never expressed such things. The older they got, the further apart Jett grew from his brother and sister, though he never found himself drifting from Freya. When Northern Sea was thrown into chaos at the sudden and unexpected death of their leader, Mourn, Jett finally saw his brother's true colors, though it was something he had always seen in Graves, but denied. There was a darkness there, and if Jett came second to anything, he was glad it was that he didn't feel such things that must have been in his brother's mind. When his brother abandoned the pack, their family, and Freya, Jett swore that Graves was no longer his brother. He would do anything to protect the wolves of Northern Sea from Graves — he always felt in his heart that his brother would come back for vengeance. Aside from Jett's history with his brother, the brute is amazing in his own ways. He is a charmer, a bit of a goofball, and always working hard to make sure that everyone around him is happy. He definitely has an adventurous side and likes to get himself into trouble at times, but he finds that life happens when he takes risks. That being said, he can be a bit reckless, though he does everything with good intentions. He wakes up every day and tries to make his life worth living, writing his own story with every step he takes into the wild unknown.
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oh baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
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Post by lost on Apr 11, 2020 5:08:16 GMT
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— pup of blistering sunrise —
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Post by lost on Apr 17, 2020 23:13:46 GMT
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