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 Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 4:00 pm
There is a fine line between people with tattoo's and Tattoo's with people. The line is simple, in the most complex way, Tattoo's speak through there people, instead of people speaking through there tattoo's. Animals possess these unique tattoo's people are born with, and dominate there insides at the age of 17. In this, they are supposed to bring peace amung people, even if they arn't going extinct. All you have to do to help the animals is fill this out, but remember, people being possessed contain the traits of the animal. Some need solitued while others need companions. The animals inside know, and will speak to you.
Name-
Age-
Animal-
Tattoo-
Appearance-
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 6:27 pm
Name- Riley
Age- 17
Animal- Crow
Tattoo-
Teh Tats
Appearance-
Clicky
Personality- Crule; Miscivious; Intelegent; Scarcastic; Impaicent; Loner; Needs to see to beleive; Cryptic; Enjoys others quietly
Bio- Her father left before she was born, so it was just her and her mother. It was a natural life until a woman named Evana came to her mind. She lessioned intently to the woman, learning and cheating for her in her classes. This built Riley's trust, and she became dependant on the woman. She learned about her calling, and ditched school to live in the far northern Wisconson area in the woods. Her personality changed from a motherly girl to someone who would only eat roadkill, and laugh at the injured, waiting for them to pass. Something struck her, and she became horrified with herself, and she stopped talking to Evana, but soon she could only lession and survive. Nothing ever came to her, and she became a loaner.
This will be Role Played in 1st person!!
I close my eyes tight.
I must surpress this.
No! Oh s**t....
Hic.
Wings force from my back, and I scream. My shoulder blades are on fire, and I hunch them to ease the pain. It dosn't help.
Every Tattoo dose this, just not all are for hiccups. Some are sneezing, others joints popping, some burping, flatulence.
I snicker, and I feel her scowl in my head. What a child I still am. Seventeen isn't that old, I shouldn't be out here.
Hic.
I shudder as the feathers start to crawl down my arms. Its at these times I wish I had peanut butter, but thats hard to get in the forest. I know to just swallow them and try to keep living. But another bubbles from my dry chest and pops in my throat. I feel as though my hollow bones will shatter as my torso fills with feathers, and my fingers are swallowed by the black. It spreads like a deasease. I wrap my arms tightly around myself and wait.
You're such a baby, Riley. Get over it.
"Sure, Evana. Thats so simple." I hiss aloud, scarcasticly. She laughs. It rattles though my lips too. I sound insane, and laughs turn to sobs. Evana sits in the back of her space, waiting for it to pass as I hiccup myself into a winged moster. I wrap my winged arms around my legs and hunch to a tree, waiting for this all to go before I find something else to hold my entertainment. The pain will subside with time, but a scar will be left, and I take that into the tattoo's along my shoulder blades. Evana starts telling stories about the most painful Tattoo on a spine, and I felt better having the weight on my shoulders. [[Pretty impresive for a fourteen year old, eh? I was only, what, 13 when I joined... wow... 13? That seems like a lifetime ago!! I was reading my old posts, and I laugh at them now. My brother actualy gets annoyed with it, because there just so.... not me anymore. Ha, that sounds strange. I feel like Riley now... Hmm... Inuyasha's on in an hour, so I'm gunna watch that. Woo, lifes become so simple and so complicated, now. I feel weird. Humph. I should not have had all those Oreo's... ah well? I'm on a sugar hangover, so that might explain this... or not!! twisted ]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:19 pm
Name- Zoen Age- 19 Animal- White Siberian Tiger Tattoo- Stripes Minus the thing on the right shoulder... Appearance- Piccu~Personality- Quiet, contemplative, hates loud noises. Sometimes startles easily, sometimes oblivious entirely. Comes off cold and uncaring, which is true for the most part. Makes few friends, simply cuz he doesn't like talking. Bio- Born and raised in the northern regions of Russia, it only seems natural for him to gain the spirit of the Siberian Tiger. His family was nomadic, until they decided to move to Moscow when he was 13. He left his homeland when he came of age (which for some reason in his family was only 16). He traveled around until he found that one spot that seemed to suit him best, the one spot he claimed as 'home'. Around his 17th birthday, he'd come to find an embodiment of his feelings and behaviors within the deepest corners of his mind. A man, built and regal in his mind's eye, going by the name of Rossen. Since the two of them shared many beliefs and traits, Rossen became Zoen's closest companion. Anyone else only seemed to clutter the space, no matter how vast of a field it may be. He'd come to prowl the northern forests, anywhere from Maine, to Washington. The cold weather reminded him of his home in Russia, and whatever vast woodland he could come across made him feel even more comfortable. (( Alright. I post, then! )) I tilt my head, peering up at the sky. It was quiet, this night. There were clouds drifting by, painting the blue with white strokes. It was beautiful. Don't get mushy on me now, Zo...A grin splits across my face as I look back to the earth. "No worries, Rossen." I reply to the voice no one but I could hear. It was eerie. But I enjoyed talking to him... I just hate my accent. Your accent's fine. Charming. Even if it is a little difficult to understand..."Yours is much the same, don't forget. We lived in the same area for so long." I chuckle. With Rossen quiet, I take a chance to survey the land. I'd just wandered to a new territory. One that didn't seem to be occupied by anything. It was in the northwest of this new country, and slightly rocky. It was nice. Colder. It felt fresher. At least to me, it did. Rossen couldn't really care less. I cringe, one hand coming up to clutch my shoulder. Not now... Not here, of all places. Unfamiliar territory was always my least favorite place to... Nn! I could almost stagger to my knees... The feeling.. It's so uncomfortable. Muscle twitches. Just those little jumps in a muscle, they tickle and yet hurt at the same time... And then the rest of the pain follows. Oh, why couldn't it be a complete transformation? But with my luck... all I can feel is my spine shifting, enlongating, growing more bones, covering with muscle and skin and fur. And my hands--always the most painful part... Twisting, joints rearranging themselves. I grit my teeth, feeling another twinge in my shoulder's muscle. Another spasm to help the transformation along, because they weren't done there. A tail, strong as I knew it, curled around my waist as I felt my legs nearly buckle out from underneath me. You're taking this strangely well, Zo... Are you feeling alright?"Just... Peachy..." I growl through clenched teeth. I subconsciously clenched my fists, flinching as I felt claws dig into the thick pads on my palms. And then from my knee down, my legs caught on -fire-. Enveloped in a blanket of pain, they were. And I could feel the bones morphing to fit the design they always underwent during this time. And my feet, widening out to support the transformation. Becoming the thick-padded hind-paws of a tiger, I knew they were. I could feel the claws scrape against the stone of the boulder I was perched on. My poor shoes... But they were only temporary... I could always make more. Simple deer skins.. Then...Finally. It was over. The tiger in me always just let me have the better part of him--paws and claws. And a tail. I guess he figures the tail's a nice addition. Even if it hurts like a bee sting... Bee stings don't hurt that much, Zo... Do you forget that I can hear in here?"Honestly? Yeah, sometimes I do..." I sigh, straightening and flexing the new muscles attached to me. I felt better now that the transformation was all over. I crouched low on the boulder, the tail waving behind me. Testing my appendages, I prepared to leap out into the night. I guess it -was- time to feed. Damn right!
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 2:00 pm
I guess it can really very. I mean, if they can only sound like there animal, that too works, but I really don't care how your animal ticks, just make it interesting!! <3
[[And this is probibly creapy to say, but SEXY RP CHARECTER!!! -Glomps Zoen-]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:38 am
o - Mao - o I guess it can really very. I mean, if they can only sound like there animal, that too works, but I really don't care how your animal ticks, just make it interesting!! <3 [[And this is probibly creapy to say, but SEXY RP CHARECTER!!! -Glomps Zoen-]] (( Lawl, thanks. I think so too. >3 Anyway, I fixed my post up. So we can move on, I guess. XD ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 12:49 pm
My eyes flashed red. Feathers fluster over my cheeks in a blush that impresses only a... well, not even a mother. I pleade my voice dosn't change again.
Hush, Riley. It wont if you control yourself.
I scowl at her mentaly, but something catched our ear, although it is far away. We freeze. Theres the option of gliding to the tops of the trees, and that sounded appealing, plus, the sound of cracking bones wasn't of a deer. I was intelegent enought to know to caw at the sign of danger and get away, so, I prowled closer.
There was a thing... a Tattoo... I refused to show my excitement, and peaked from a tree. He looked like he was in pain for a moment, but everything settled, and it was not a pretty look.
That is a Tiger Tattoo... Something like Rosen? Rossen? Eh, well, there not from around here. I can tell you that. He's got a short temper, so you watch it.
"Yes mame." I wisper back, crouching lower and staring with beady eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 1:52 pm
I crouch low in the brush, watching a small herd of deer graze nearby. They apparently hadn't realized I was there yet... Just as well.
Instinct took over, Rossen coming to the forefront of my mind. I felt him sort of...hurry. It'd been a long time since he had any fun, for sure. I relaxed in my own little mental recliner, watching as the true tiger coiled himself...
It never felt strange, allowing some other being control my body like that. It was interesting. Rossen knew how to handle it a lot better than I did, at any rate. He sprung into action, a feral snarl issuing from -my- mouth. Claws extended, huge paws slammed onto the spine of one unfortunate doe. It went down with a sad crunch, crushed under the force of the blow. The rest of the deer scattered in alarm, one not moving fast enough out of the raking path of one of Rossen's thick paws. It stumbled aside, four neat gashes from shoulder to flank, then dropped.
Nicely done, as always, Rossen...
"Can you really expect less from me, Zoen?" The tiger rumbled in his deep chuckle, bringing my body to crouch near his prey. They looked tastey, indeed.
I closed my mental eyes, allowing the tiger a chance to feed himself. He always took one raw. I'm surprised he hasn't made me sick doing that... But I was never full after he ate. So I would take the other aside, cook its meat up nicely... It was a strange, but familiar ritual for us.
I opened my eyes, feeling myself once more in control. There was a bloodied and empty carcass nearby, which I ignored. The bleeding, dying deer nearby was still trying to breathe, I knew. I casually walked over, then stepped on its windpipe. Just to end its misery.
Thank you for allowing me that moment of freedom.
"No problem, Rossen. I actually enjoy watching you work." I respond casually, dragging the finally-dead deer away.
I looked up, scanning the trees. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something out there.... watching. Shaking my head, I continued with the carcass to the boulder where it all began.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 3:48 pm
Oh goodness, that is not pretty. I recoil at the sound of snapping, and muffle my starteled gasp with one feathered hand. He scanned the tree line, his eyes falling right over me. This was enough to finialy end my animal tantrum, and I sank back into my normal, human self. It was a relief to have the feathers sucked back into that Tatoo. My clothing -a black tee-shirt and a pair of jean shorts- were already ripped in the apropriate places for my feather to take a hold of me. I felt my eyes sink back into a browned red instead of that blood color.
That tiger boy... he was dragging away his kill, and it reminded me of my hunger, but walking out there could be deadly, I mean, did you hear the sound of that deers spine?
Yes, now figure out how to get some meat, or I'll force you out there.
I doubt it, Evana. I really do have a dominant power over you, considering that I was born in this body, but it will be my turn, when we die, and I fill in your shoes in the next poor soul. Quiet as a mouse, I fallowed the line, past a recognizable boulder, that I had sat on many times to lession to Evana's stories. Funny, but I felt volnerable now. Surpressing the thought Evana didn't fail to miss, I trecked to the road where deer were often killed, and slunk along the diches, smelling.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 10:42 pm
Name- Grace
Age- 18
Animal- Dove
Tattoo-
Clearly viewable on her neck.
Appearance-
Click.
Personality- Kind; Naive; Curious; Caring; Easy to scare if its forced upon; Quiet; Happy-go lucky; random to say things that should be said in mind.
Bio- Her parents had no intention of loving their daughter really, but at least they pretended to care for her. But she accepted it as it was and was happy with her life. A little voice in her head that manifested at the age of seven was her only true and close friend. As if it were a mere copy, it acted like her conscious and told her what was right and what was wrong. Having such an influence caused to be a very good behaved child, but alas her parents still paid her no mind. They managed to force it into her mind that she was and forever will be a child. That's why she has always had that childish innocence and naiveness when she should've matured by now.
It was only the night of her 17th birthday did she she become truly unhappy. The manifestation and transformation forced her to make the choice of leaving the house when she was 18. She travels around in search of friends and a home to call her own. Shiro, the name she gave the voice in her head, has been her only companion since her life had changed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:05 am
Name- Melrose [nickname rose]
Age- 18
Animal- Dragon
Tattoo- [[Located behind her right ear and goes halfway down the back of her neck]
Appearance-
Personality- unknown Dx I have to play her first!
Bio- She was born in a small village when her parents died. Afterwards, she lived on the streets until a kind young gentilmen took care of her, which later becomes her lover, Seth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:33 am
I glared at Seth.
"Where's the damn dog?" I demanded tapping my foot. He was too old for childish games. A sly smile crossed his face as he strightend up.
"Anything that I can drop-kick over my back fence is not a dog." He replied, fetching a dish. I glowered at him as Ryan passed sleeply into the kitchen.
"Ryan where the hell is Maxie?"
"Such an un-creative name" Seth sighed, while I narrowed my eyes, my face flushing. Ryan fished around in the fridge, his tatoo incarved on his left arm. I was mesmerized by the swirving pattern. The clattering of wet plates awoken me from my trance.
"Where is the dog?" I growled. Seth smiled plesently.
"Anything that bounces is not a dog. Anyways, what's the magic word?" He never stoped teasing me.
"Please?" I snarled, seething to punch him in the arm, not that it would him. He just shrugged while continuing on what he was doing.
"Under the table, by your foot" I swung around to see if he was fibbing, but I was sadly disapointed. The three of us lived in was shabby, but at least it worked. I marched out of the 'kitchen' and out the door. Ryan followed, his eyes still droopy.
"Where ya go'in?" He moaned. I sighed.
"Girl time" I hesitated, before continueing to wonder on.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 3:57 pm
[[Erm, Wolfie? Can I get you to have a real animal? Dragons are mythical, but I want this to be as realistic as possible..]]
There was kill, done by a car. The guts were streaming onto the pavement. I waited until I was sure no cars were comming, then took a firm hold of a leg and pulled. It came off easy, and I quickly dodged back into the cover of the trees. I was on the brink of a man made forest, planted so you can see everything. I scootched back onto the side containing the Tiger, and sat under a trees root, chewing thoughtfully
Mind if I have a bite?
Sure, Evana. I rolled away from the controls, and she took my place. She plucked at it with my front teeth, treating them as a beak. Her filling was mine, and I let her polish it off before taking myself back again.
Burring the bone with more that I had eighten from earlier-this is my feeding spot-and puttered through the forest, tormenting mice and small vermin. There was nothing better to do anyway.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 4:10 pm
((Oh, you could be a Komodo, Wolfie! :'D Or a crocodile!)) "Oh where am I?" I ask with a rather sad tone. I sigh, more to Shiro. She was the one who led me out here. She had said something of finding comfort, I think she may of lied.
I did not, love. You will find something out here.
Now that I think about it, why can't you take me there? You've controlled my body before.
...it wouldn't do much good. I want you to expirience something good for once. Something you should actually smile for.
I smiled anyways and chuckled. I heard a frustrated sigh from within and it only made me laugh more. Shiro has always tried to get me serious, but she fails so many times. This is just the way I am and I wish she would accept it. But right now I was more concerned for shelter and warmth. I hadn't eaten anything really the entire day and I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to be stuck out here until I starve to death.
I hear a twig snap and immediatly freeze. Not good, not good, not good. I look around frantically and duck into some bushes. What could I say? I was a coward sometimes. I'm not proud of it, but I wonder what was out there. Since I do not eat meat I supposse I would be prey. That thought only made me shiver where I was. I definitly didn't want to die.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 7:53 pm
There was another twitch by me, and I jumped around the bushes, but there was something else there. A girl with quiet red eyes and shockingly white hair like that other Tigers. She didn't look anything like me, and I saw a line of black on her neck, swiftly, I shifted to see the Tattoo of a dove on her neck. Smiling, I shifed my back to her and lifted my long black hair from my back so she the wings printed on my sholder blades,
"I'm Riley, a Crow." I grinned, holding out my hand to shake.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 9:16 pm
I sat crosslegged at the base of the boulder, enjoying its dark shadow and the wall it created against the wind. It was colder up here, but nothing I couldn't handle. Siberia was much colder.
I looked around, poking a small campfire with a long stick. -My- deer was cooking, nicely might I add.
The transformation had worn off ages ago--while I was dragging my prey to my eating spot, mind you--so I was comfortably completely human.
Not completely.
"Oh, hush, Rossen.." I mutter. A shiver ran down my spine. Not a twitch that set off my morphing, but one of those feelings that something wasn't.. -right-.
I lifted my gaze from the cooking deer-meat, scanning the trees. I could hear crackling leaves and sticks, rustling branches, disturbed bushes. Something, or multiple somethings... was out there. I could smell them, too. But not too well..Being human was nice, but there was a lot of downsides to it. No spiffy sense of smell.
Not too spiffy when a skunk is about.. Nasty little boogers.
"I know, Rossen... But you can feel it, can't you? That we're not the only ones in this forest..." I whisper, keeping my voice low out of pure instinct. Wouldn't want to alarm the guests, if they weren't already aware of my presence.
I wouldn't doubt if they knew about you before you even smelled them... We're a tiger, Zo. Predator. If anything, they've seen you, heard you, smelled you...and are hiding from you. Tis a fact of life.
"Very... encouraging.." I sigh, bringing my attention back to my food. It was almost done, I could tell. It smelled delicious.
And with the knowledge that nothing would dare bother me....I was content with eating my food in solitude.
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