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| [scrolly:h(100),w(300),sy,c(220011)] This is a test, I will send the codes as soon as I am done, things might be weird for this post for a while.Hopefully I don't have to edit this over and over, of course I probably will since this is not the original code and just a tweak of the original scrollbox created by Wormopolis. Anyway, all credit to Wormopolis. Hope you all like it and hopefully the code I send works and all. And Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Not too much so the entire thing doesn't go bonkers before the code is put in, once it is the table should fix itself, soon hopefully these backwards images are killing me, she's all cut up n' stuff. Oh, but how she loved the endless ways she doubted herself. [/scrolly] |
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Created for a scroll table, if you want the code I will try and find it for you.
Age:
Three.
My Gender:
Female.
I Am A Member Of The:
Purebloods.
I Uphold The Rank Of:
Ensign.XX. Information
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Appearance(50 words minimum):
She is a typical female husky, her slender feminine build and chiseled muscles are covered in a thick and flawless white coat. A deep autumn gold colours her back and flows down her sides stopping just short of her underbelly. In the summer months the Red fades to a darker brownish colour leaving hardly any trace of the vibrant amber colouring. Her completely golden tail has very little white on it, the milky white of her lower half only the very beginning of her tail on the underside of her tail which curls straight over her back. Normally coloured blue eyes are piercing, filled with pain and betrayal. They do not hide her cruel intentions.
Personality(150 words):
Years could not mend a heart so badly broken, it is a pain that most never recover from. Harlequin is no exception. Her heart is all but dead and therefore emotions become difficult for her. She is not social at all and the sweet and tender voice that flows from her gentle looking jaws is laced with malice and misery. It is true what they say, that misery loves company and she lives her life so that everyone she meets might experience her suffering. She is broken and jealous and little about her is honest or real. The extent of the damage that has been inflicted upon this young fae is endless.
There is no telling how she will react to anyone, she is quite emotionally unstable. In her eyes there is no one trustworthy and love, love is something she will never know again. This girl is dark and viscous, sometimes she's sweet and kind. Never is she talkative though. She makes her points with violence if they cannot be made with one very simple sentence, it is a rare occasion that she holds a conversation. Males however are a personal favourite, most can be persuaded into submission with a simple flick of her tail. Nothing is beneath her now.
History:Harlequin was one of those unfortunate pups left in a box in the rain. She had a cliche beginning to a miserable life to say the least. Doomed to death by starvation she was rescued from an almost certain fate by a pack of strays. From birth she grew up in a kind stray family calling the alphas Kronos and his mate Messai her parents. It was true that most of the hurt came from being unwanted and unloved, she had not even had the chance to prove herself. In any case the rebellious little girl grew and with such spirit that the alpha female could not deny her the lands. She was named the heiress to the land and betrothed to a male named Harkin. At first she was not so willing but she agreed to spend some time with him and in that one day she spent with the warrior he had stole her heart. Harkin was the biological son of the alpha pair and this ensured that Harkin would have a good alpha by his side to match his timidness. Still she grew and yes, she grew into a beautiful young husky. Her brightness and personality brought life and happiness to all in the pack and while the current alphas grew older and more ready to surrender their title to the younger couple more canines grew eager to be under their command. However there was one who was not looking forward to being ruled by the happy pair, he was a young wolf and since Harley was a year old he had set his sights on her. He would have no one but the golden pelted vixen and this was how the tragedy begun.
It was a bright sunrise, Harkin would never let her miss it. She was only two years old on this day and since her first winter Harkin and Harlequin had been inseparable. They sat together eyes set on the horizon as the sun lit the sky, rays of morning light spilled across the ground. What happened next was a bit confusing, and Harlequin didn't understand it one bit. Out of no where the wolf pushed her to the ground and when she moved to her paws all she could see was his grey figure pinning Harkin to the ground. She lunged at the male and managed to throw him off her future mate. Of course she hadn't expected 100+ lbs of force in the shape of a massive wolf paw to be flying at her face.
As she lay there in the white snow she knew her life had taken a turn for the worst. Her eyes slid open to see the sun already setting. Her body was still recovering from the shock, but the pain was still there and still real. She moved each limb to make sure they had not suffered and damage and when that had been made certain she jumped to her paws. Blue orbs stared in horror as they gazed upon the mangled body of her love laying lifeless not far from where she stood.
For a day she lay at his side, until he returned, the grey pelted wolf came back for her. She argued for a while, she needed to return and become alpha, even if it meant doing so without Harkin, and she would not reward the wolf for killing the canine who she'd fallen so madly in love with. It was then the wolf laughed, and then he explained her family's fate. He had rounded up a pack of his own and killed off what was last of the dogs. Instead he offered her a position as alpha female of a wolf pack. Without giving him an answer she rushed to find her parents. What he had told her was true. Where her family had been now rested a pack of wolves, the fact that they even looked at her disgusted her . She turned to run,
but she was stopped by this male. He introduced himself as Dakorune. She spent almost half the year as his slave until finally he was challenged by another male and Dakorune lost, the other male showed little interest in Harlequin and so she decided to leave, perhaps no one would notice. Of course before she left she had to repay her old friend, that night she entered her den where he sat licking his wounds and killed him. She'd offered to help heal his wounds and instead she took him by the neck and ended him. The look on his face brought her joy, it was almost as if she'd never lost Harkin. Almost. She left after that searching for nothing in particular, and here she ended up. A new, darker Harlequin.
She is a typical female husky, her slender feminine build and chiseled muscles are covered in a thick and flawless white coat. A deep autumn gold colours her back and flows down her sides stopping just short of her underbelly. In the summer months the Red fades to a darker brownish colour leaving hardly any trace of the vibrant amber colouring. Her completely golden tail has very little white on it, the milky white of her lower half only the very beginning of her tail on the underside of her tail which curls straight over her back. Normally coloured blue eyes are piercing, filled with pain and betrayal. They do not hide her cruel intentions.
Personality(150 words):
Years could not mend a heart so badly broken, it is a pain that most never recover from. Harlequin is no exception. Her heart is all but dead and therefore emotions become difficult for her. She is not social at all and the sweet and tender voice that flows from her gentle looking jaws is laced with malice and misery. It is true what they say, that misery loves company and she lives her life so that everyone she meets might experience her suffering. She is broken and jealous and little about her is honest or real. The extent of the damage that has been inflicted upon this young fae is endless.
There is no telling how she will react to anyone, she is quite emotionally unstable. In her eyes there is no one trustworthy and love, love is something she will never know again. This girl is dark and viscous, sometimes she's sweet and kind. Never is she talkative though. She makes her points with violence if they cannot be made with one very simple sentence, it is a rare occasion that she holds a conversation. Males however are a personal favourite, most can be persuaded into submission with a simple flick of her tail. Nothing is beneath her now.
History:Harlequin was one of those unfortunate pups left in a box in the rain. She had a cliche beginning to a miserable life to say the least. Doomed to death by starvation she was rescued from an almost certain fate by a pack of strays. From birth she grew up in a kind stray family calling the alphas Kronos and his mate Messai her parents. It was true that most of the hurt came from being unwanted and unloved, she had not even had the chance to prove herself. In any case the rebellious little girl grew and with such spirit that the alpha female could not deny her the lands. She was named the heiress to the land and betrothed to a male named Harkin. At first she was not so willing but she agreed to spend some time with him and in that one day she spent with the warrior he had stole her heart. Harkin was the biological son of the alpha pair and this ensured that Harkin would have a good alpha by his side to match his timidness. Still she grew and yes, she grew into a beautiful young husky. Her brightness and personality brought life and happiness to all in the pack and while the current alphas grew older and more ready to surrender their title to the younger couple more canines grew eager to be under their command. However there was one who was not looking forward to being ruled by the happy pair, he was a young wolf and since Harley was a year old he had set his sights on her. He would have no one but the golden pelted vixen and this was how the tragedy begun.
It was a bright sunrise, Harkin would never let her miss it. She was only two years old on this day and since her first winter Harkin and Harlequin had been inseparable. They sat together eyes set on the horizon as the sun lit the sky, rays of morning light spilled across the ground. What happened next was a bit confusing, and Harlequin didn't understand it one bit. Out of no where the wolf pushed her to the ground and when she moved to her paws all she could see was his grey figure pinning Harkin to the ground. She lunged at the male and managed to throw him off her future mate. Of course she hadn't expected 100+ lbs of force in the shape of a massive wolf paw to be flying at her face.
As she lay there in the white snow she knew her life had taken a turn for the worst. Her eyes slid open to see the sun already setting. Her body was still recovering from the shock, but the pain was still there and still real. She moved each limb to make sure they had not suffered and damage and when that had been made certain she jumped to her paws. Blue orbs stared in horror as they gazed upon the mangled body of her love laying lifeless not far from where she stood.
For a day she lay at his side, until he returned, the grey pelted wolf came back for her. She argued for a while, she needed to return and become alpha, even if it meant doing so without Harkin, and she would not reward the wolf for killing the canine who she'd fallen so madly in love with. It was then the wolf laughed, and then he explained her family's fate. He had rounded up a pack of his own and killed off what was last of the dogs. Instead he offered her a position as alpha female of a wolf pack. Without giving him an answer she rushed to find her parents. What he had told her was true. Where her family had been now rested a pack of wolves, the fact that they even looked at her disgusted her . She turned to run,
but she was stopped by this male. He introduced himself as Dakorune. She spent almost half the year as his slave until finally he was challenged by another male and Dakorune lost, the other male showed little interest in Harlequin and so she decided to leave, perhaps no one would notice. Of course before she left she had to repay her old friend, that night she entered her den where he sat licking his wounds and killed him. She'd offered to help heal his wounds and instead she took him by the neck and ended him. The look on his face brought her joy, it was almost as if she'd never lost Harkin. Almost. She left after that searching for nothing in particular, and here she ended up. A new, darker Harlequin.
XX. A Little Extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
RP Sample:
[This was an alpha app. for a different site. I hope that is alright.]
Amethyst welkin exploded into shades of amber and gold, the morning sun caressed the reddish figurine that lurked amongst its horizon. The air was as crisp as it was cold today and her colourful orbs wandered with a spontaneous joy. There was not a reason in the world for her to be happy and yet there she was happy as ever. There wasn't anything to indicate this happiness though, not but the look in her Blueish eyes, however no one would dare look into them, amongst her kind looking one such as herself would be a challenge. A challenge to the death as she saw it, fate did not smile upon betrayers and nor would she. Large paws rested upon the powdery snow as she moved, a print was left upon the white surface, where she'd been was marked clearly with a scar upon the smooth surface. Shoulder blades poked out from their place upon her back and her head was lowered in such a way as to dare someone to attack. This posture was constant, it changed only when there was another for her to dominate. If that were the case her head would be up, above theirs. Her tail would be curled over her level back instead of swaying behind her contently.
Harley was what they called her, Harlequin was who she was. Those she favoured knew her as Quin on occasion, but she was the kind who liked to keep up appearances. This was clear by the flawlessness of her golden pelt. The smooth skin upon which her fluffy coat grew from. Bi-coloured audits twitched atop her bleached skull before settling against her golden scruff. Powerful jaws parted as a yawn came over her, pearly white canines glistened brightly in the direct sunlight, rows of lethal daggers were revealed as charred kissers pealed away. Blue eyes squeezed tight and then opened once more as her jaws snapped shut again. She was quite content currently, she had few problems at this moment. She was simply that kind of canine.
Winter winds did not blow this morning, the weather seemed nice today, there was no sign of snow or storm. From charcoal rims glowing eyes danced across the sunkissed horizon. Reddish nostrils flared as she sucked in the scent of the flawless morning. It even smelled of perfection, now it was true, Quinn was a dark hearted fae, hurt, betrayed and broken. It was true that misery loved company and she found much joy in making others hurt as she did, but it was not true that as cruel as she could be at times she could not still enjoy the beauty that was layed before her to experience. Sunrise and sunset were the most beautiful things this young matron could or ever would experience in her life, aside from true love, Harley was not incapable of loving. Oh, but there was those times when she thought she'd never love anything again aside from her own pain. This was all she loved now, her own suffering.
The thought made her grin, a wicked kind of grin. There was little that drove her these days, power was all that she lived for and a shame too, she was so young. Shiny pink tongue slipped passed her lips and slid over her colourless jaws. Her eyes glittered with life, brightened by the light of the dawn. What did this marvelous day have in store for her? A low growl rumbled up from her gentle chimes. Soon the day would end and she'd return to her family, at times she dreaded their company and yet she longed for it. Perhaps she was destined for a more pleasant life then she would have expected. Oh, but how she loved the endless ways she doubted herself.
- The sunset/Rise
- Solitude
- Silence
Dislikes:
- Wolves
- Anything loud
- Anything that is not a dog
RP Sample:
[This was an alpha app. for a different site. I hope that is alright.]
Amethyst welkin exploded into shades of amber and gold, the morning sun caressed the reddish figurine that lurked amongst its horizon. The air was as crisp as it was cold today and her colourful orbs wandered with a spontaneous joy. There was not a reason in the world for her to be happy and yet there she was happy as ever. There wasn't anything to indicate this happiness though, not but the look in her Blueish eyes, however no one would dare look into them, amongst her kind looking one such as herself would be a challenge. A challenge to the death as she saw it, fate did not smile upon betrayers and nor would she. Large paws rested upon the powdery snow as she moved, a print was left upon the white surface, where she'd been was marked clearly with a scar upon the smooth surface. Shoulder blades poked out from their place upon her back and her head was lowered in such a way as to dare someone to attack. This posture was constant, it changed only when there was another for her to dominate. If that were the case her head would be up, above theirs. Her tail would be curled over her level back instead of swaying behind her contently.
Harley was what they called her, Harlequin was who she was. Those she favoured knew her as Quin on occasion, but she was the kind who liked to keep up appearances. This was clear by the flawlessness of her golden pelt. The smooth skin upon which her fluffy coat grew from. Bi-coloured audits twitched atop her bleached skull before settling against her golden scruff. Powerful jaws parted as a yawn came over her, pearly white canines glistened brightly in the direct sunlight, rows of lethal daggers were revealed as charred kissers pealed away. Blue eyes squeezed tight and then opened once more as her jaws snapped shut again. She was quite content currently, she had few problems at this moment. She was simply that kind of canine.
Winter winds did not blow this morning, the weather seemed nice today, there was no sign of snow or storm. From charcoal rims glowing eyes danced across the sunkissed horizon. Reddish nostrils flared as she sucked in the scent of the flawless morning. It even smelled of perfection, now it was true, Quinn was a dark hearted fae, hurt, betrayed and broken. It was true that misery loved company and she found much joy in making others hurt as she did, but it was not true that as cruel as she could be at times she could not still enjoy the beauty that was layed before her to experience. Sunrise and sunset were the most beautiful things this young matron could or ever would experience in her life, aside from true love, Harley was not incapable of loving. Oh, but there was those times when she thought she'd never love anything again aside from her own pain. This was all she loved now, her own suffering.
The thought made her grin, a wicked kind of grin. There was little that drove her these days, power was all that she lived for and a shame too, she was so young. Shiny pink tongue slipped passed her lips and slid over her colourless jaws. Her eyes glittered with life, brightened by the light of the dawn. What did this marvelous day have in store for her? A low growl rumbled up from her gentle chimes. Soon the day would end and she'd return to her family, at times she dreaded their company and yet she longed for it. Perhaps she was destined for a more pleasant life then she would have expected. Oh, but how she loved the endless ways she doubted herself.
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